Secular world: My destiny has no taboos

Chapters 539 & 549: Chaotic Space, Killing Intent Revealed

At the Shen hour (3-5 PM), the Ling Shu (Spiritual Pivot) is in a state of chaos and formlessness.

The moment Shenhou broke through the seal, boundless spiritual energy soared into the sky, flying rapidly towards Tonggu Pass at a speed that broke the sound barrier.

Then, with a loud 'boom,' the earth groaned and trembled even more violently as it fell.

Huang Zu, who was fighting Yin Hu, frowned and looked at the figure that had landed in the center of the battlefield. He had known about it the moment Shen Hou broke free.

"I can't hold you back any longer."

Yin Hu also stared at Shen Hou on the battlefield, a smile appearing on his lips.

"You stinky monkey, long time no see, you're still the same as ever."

Shenhou seemed to ignore Yinhu and Huangzu, and waved to Lin Beixuan.

"Little guy, thank you so much this time. I owe you a big favor."

"Hmph!" Yin Hu snorted coldly, "You're still as annoying as ever."

Shenhou turned his head and gave a cold laugh in return: "Decades have passed, and you still look as unpleasant as ever."

"Do I need you to like it?" Yin Hu asked with a disdainful expression.

"With such an ugly appearance, of course no one would like her."

"you wanna die!"

Yin Hu narrowed his eyes, his gaze radiating a strong killing intent.

Although he transformed into a middle-aged man, his black and white robe and refined appearance made him a handsome gentleman. Yet, he was called ugly by Shen Hou, which was unbearable.

It seems that no matter which world you're in, the word "ugly" is always considered a derogatory term.

Seeing that Yin Hu was angry, Shen Hou suddenly shrugged and stopped arguing with Yin Hu, instead looking at Huang Zu.

His height was about the same as that of a normal person from any dynasty, but compared to the gigantic Desolate Ancestor, he was like a speck of dust.

However, his momentum was rising at an extremely rapid pace, like a raging fire.

Unlike his verbal sparring with Tiger, Monkey didn't engage in a war of words with Ancestor. Instead, he slowly raised his head with a gloomy face and looked at the other party.

He reached out and picked at his right ear. Two wisps of chaotic energy flew out from it, colliding and rubbing against each other in the world, before transforming into an ancient and mysterious iron rod.

This iron rod is about ten feet long, with mysterious patterns engraved on its body. It is made entirely of red copper, and its two ends resemble round hammers.

When Shenhou held the staff, his aura had reached its peak, and he swung it towards the Desolate Ancestor.

In an instant, muffled thunder rumbled throughout the heavens and earth, as if a god were beating the sky with a drumstick, and howling winds were swept back by this blow.

They wielded divine power to strike the heavens.

At this moment, Lin Beixuan truly witnessed the power of a being at the level of a mortal master.

It possessed a terrifying power that could change the world with every gesture.

Compared to the power he could barely unleash by borrowing the rules of the Book of Life and Death, it was on a completely different level.

The Desolate Ancestor stretched out his giant palm, within which stars seemed to be rotating, radiating a vast starlight that could only be seen in the North.

His savage aura grew stronger and stronger, and phantoms of spiritual creatures darted around his body and between his fingers. With a casual palm strike, it was as if mountains were collapsing.

"boom!!"

As the two terrifying forces of law collided, Lin Beixuan felt as if he were in a chaotic vortex of power.

You have entered a special region: the Chaotic Space.

The Monkey (申猴) governs chaos, the reversal of reality and illusion, and the manipulation of cause and effect.

[Chaotic Space: The cause and effect of illusion and reality are inherently chaotic, beyond realms and boundaries, reflecting inner demons, devoid of danger or benefit, yet entangled by obsessions. Behind the falsehood and absurdity, it grants the grandest absurd freedom to every one trapped by fate.]

[Note: Existing in the chaotic space, the cause and effect of all life will be disordered, falling into a state of 'inversion', controlled by the Lord of Shen Shi Ling Shu, their safety unknown, reality and illusion indistinguishable, unable to be covered by other altars, and cannot be nullified. The Lord of Shen Shi Ling Shu's calamity increases by 50 per second.]

[Note: In the chaotic space, consciousness will be stripped away, mental endurance will be continuously reduced, and one will fall into a 'monkey play' state. In this state, luck will be greatly reduced, and the effects of destiny will be ineffective.]

[Note: In the chaotic space, all life is forcibly marked by 'chaos,' their perception is misled, their soul essence is skewed, and time and space are greatly affected.]

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[Note: The Lord of Ling Shu's favorability towards you reached 100 during the Shen hour (3-5 PM), and he has already exempted you from the influence of the Chaos Space.]

Lin Beixuan dazedly detached himself from the panel and looked in the direction where Shenhou and Huangzu were fighting.

He was pale and breathing heavily.

Although he was not affected by the other party's chaotic space at this moment, he was almost dragged into the other party's chaotic space in the very first second.

Just the fact that he was almost dragged into it made him feel mentally uncomfortable, as if he had been on a roller coaster for days and nights.

As for the barbarian army below and the Northern Expeditionary Army that had already reached Tonggu Pass, their situation was even worse.

Although Shenhou took care of Lin Beixuan, he did not consider others.

As a result, everyone except Lin Beixuan was trapped in the chaotic space, and affected by the chaotic space, they all felt unwell.

The old shaman gazed at the distorted world before him, his senses in complete disarray. His nose craved food, his eyes seemed to breathe, and his mouth moved with his face, observing the world...

Everything seemed so unfamiliar.

Looking up, I saw that he was holding the ancestral shrine with his feet, while his hands were crawling around like a mudfish.

In his view, Dokoye appeared as a cube-shaped figure pieced together from chunks of flesh, wriggling as if talking to something unknown.

"The situation is now beyond our control. Give the order for a full withdrawal."

This was Dokoye's original intention, but to the old shaman, it sounded like eerie murmurs and evil words.

As Lin Beixuan watched this scene, his evaluation of the mortal master rose to another level.

The Tiger had somehow transformed back into an ordinary mirror, and the sound emanated from within it.

"That monkey has just escaped its predicament and its strength has not fully recovered. It probably won't be able to fight the Desolate Ancestor for long. Let's get ready to leave here."

Upon hearing this, Lin Beixuan blinked: "You knew Shenhou was trapped, so you specially showed up to help me, right?"

After a moment of silence, Yin Hu said, "The Desolate Ancestor and most of us mortal masters are at odds. If it weren't for Chen Long mediating between us, he would have been defeated and killed by the combined forces of us mortal masters long ago."

I did this not for the sake of Shenhou.

"I understand." Lin Beixuan smiled meaningfully. "After I fulfill my promise to the Pig, I will help you get out of trouble."

"My business isn't urgent. After Shenhou's battle is over, if you have time, go and check on Maotu for me."

"The Moon Goddess?"

"That's what people in the secular world seem to call her."

In the great war between the gods decades ago, only the Rabbit and the Rat did not participate. They were always so indifferent to worldly affairs, as if no matter how the world changed, it had nothing to do with them.

As the aura of calamity in the mortal world intensifies, I can now sense unusual activity behind the gate I guard. Perhaps it won't be long before the enemy arrives.

Lin Beixuan frowned slightly: "Why are you telling me all this?"

He could sense that ever since he refined the Four Symbols Dragon Horns, Yin Hu's attitude towards him seemed to have become increasingly different. It wasn't that their relationship had improved, but rather that Yin Hu seemed to have acknowledged him in some way.

Tiger said calmly, "You weren't qualified to know before, so Pig won't tell you either, because it concerns the essence of our world."

"However, it seems that you are now somewhat qualified to know the truth of the world. But if you want to help Chenlong and the Lord of the Underworld, you will need to reach the level of Daluo or even higher Saint."

Lin Beixuan was completely confused. He couldn't figure out how he had gotten involved with Chenlong and the Lord of the Underworld again.

The only things he could connect with these two things were the underworld he created and the four dragon horns he had recently refined.

Seeing Lin Beixuan's puzzled expression, Yin Hu remained silent, but the image in the mirror grew fainter and fainter, indicating that he had already left.

At the same time, after another earth-shattering event, Shenhou suddenly appeared beside Lin Beixuan and grabbed Lin Beixuan's shoulder.

Lin Beixuan looked at the unfamiliar young man in front of him and was about to speak when he saw the other man grin and then disappear from the spot with him in an instant.

Just as Yin Hu said, the battle between Shen Hou and Huang Zu started suddenly and ended suddenly.

All that remained was a devastated land and a torn sky.

After Shenhou left, the barbarian army below gradually broke free from the state of chaos.

The strange appearance of Dokoye became clear again in the old shaman's eyes.

The old shaman looked around and saw countless barbarian soldiers lying on the ground, their bodies writhing strangely, as if they had not yet come out of their meditative state.

He raised his head and looked at the ancient ancestor whom all the barbarians worshipped in the sky.

At this moment, the Desolate Ancestor also looked down at him, said nothing, and finally slowly dissipated in the wind.

Upon seeing this, the old shaman's pupils widened suddenly, and he knelt on the ground, kowtowing frantically, trying to pray that the Desolate Ancestor would stay.

Because the direction the Desolate Ancestor left was the northern frontier, not back to the ancestral shrine they worshipped.

This means that the Ancestor no longer trusts him and will go back to choose a suitable shaman to become his priest.

He will lose the favor of the Desolate Ancestor, become a shaman no longer relied upon by the gods, and eventually become an ordinary barbarian.

This scene was also witnessed by many of the barbarians who had regained their senses.

Dokoye witnessed the departure of the Desolate Ancestor and, as if he had lost his soul, knelt blankly on the ground.

Compared to people of previous dynasties, the barbarians believed in the existence of gods more, and even associated many things with them.

The departure of the Wild Ancestor made him think of the failures of the barbarian army's southward invasion of previous dynasties.

After a long while, Dokoye stood up, looking dejected.

"Let's go back!"

These words immediately jolted the already demoralized barbarian army.

"General, you mean..."

"Return to the northern frontier; our southward advance has failed."

"Yes!" One of the generals wanted to say something to boost morale, but he was interrupted by Dokoye before he could finish speaking.

"Didn't you see that even the Desolate Ancestor has left? What's the point of our journey south this time!"

Dokoye slowly walked back to the dilapidated tent, leaving behind a group of dejected barbarian soldiers.

If even the generals are in such a state, one can imagine how depressed the barbarian army must be.

Suddenly, at that moment, a bugle call came from not far away.

Upon hearing this sound, the barbarian soldiers stood up in panic.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!!"

At that moment, everyone knew what had happened, and terrified cries instantly echoed throughout the entire barbarian army.

Devastated, they hastily picked up their weapons, but no matter how they organized their formation, they could no longer muster the overwhelming military force they had when facing Lin Beixuan.

However, at this moment, Huo Jun had already led the Northern Expeditionary Army into the city.

With almost no effort, the Northern Expeditionary Army broke through the barbarian army's front line and reached their central position.

The sounds of fighting and wailing continued unabated, but this time it was not the barbarian army slaughtering soldiers of past dynasties, but the tables had turned completely.

One after another, tall and strong bodies fell, becoming the victims of sharp steel blades, and even more tents were set ablaze, illuminating the entire night.

Huo Jun led the Northern Expeditionary Army in a charge, like an indestructible chariot, crashing into the barbarian camp.

The battle went very smoothly, with the barbarian army suffering countless casualties. Dokoye escaped under the guidance of the old shaman and many of his personal guards.

Of the tens of thousands of barbarian soldiers, only 10,000 escaped back to the northern frontier, and all the land lost by previous dynasties was reclaimed at this moment.

Standing on the high slope, Huo Jun watched the barbarian army leave in disarray, and a surge of pride welled up in his heart.

Fang Xiangyi laughed loudly beside him: "The barbarian army is nothing more than this. Under the might of our generals and soldiers of all dynasties, they are nothing but chickens and dogs."

The Northern Expeditionary Army's advance to Longzhou against the enemy was extremely smooth. They simply took over cities along the way and then delivered the final blow, driving the barbarian army back to the northern frontier.

Everything went incredibly smoothly, even contrary to their original plans.

I thought it would be a tough battle, but I won so easily.

However, after expressing his joy at winning, Huo Jun's mood quickly turned somber again.

He turned his head to look at Fang Xiangyi, who was still happy, and said indifferently, "The spies I sent out to investigate that person not long ago have returned."

"Oh?" Upon hearing this, Fang Xiangyi couldn't help but laugh and ask, "Have you been able to find out which immortal from my past dynasties that person was?"

"I found it!"

Fang Xiangyi looked at Huo Jun's expressionless, even somewhat indifferent face, and the smile that had been on his face slowly faded away.

"Who is this guy?"

"Lord of the Northern Underworld!"

These few words seemed to have exhausted all of Huo Jun's strength, and his spine, which had been straightened after repelling the barbarian army, bent slightly.

Upon hearing this, Fang Xiangyi's eyes widened in shock, and he blurted out the words uncontrollably.

"How is that possible! Isn't Lord Beiming in Luozhou? Why would he appear on the border and help us repel the barbarian army!"

“I don’t know what he came to Longzhou for, but a young general once told me that the reason he kept chasing the barbarian army was simply because the barbarian army was blocking his way.”

The atmosphere suddenly became oppressive, and Fang Xiangyi almost forgot to breathe.

Then, his eyes immediately turned sinister; despite being a scholar, his brows were filled with murderous intent.

"This matter must not be leaked. Kill everyone who knows about it, do you understand?"

Huo Jun tilted his head back, let out a long sigh, and looked cold and wistful.

"You don't need to tell me that; I would have killed them long ago."

(End of this chapter)