Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 490 Borrowing "Law". (First Update!)

Who?
Zheng Que frowned immediately. The voice was clear and melodious, like jade beads falling onto a golden plate. It was obviously a female cultivator.

His entire focus was now on the illusion and the ghostly hand of the Iron Tree Prison. Was this suddenly appearing unfamiliar voice from someone else who had survived the "strangeness"?
Before he could continue thinking or respond, a seventh character suddenly appeared on the bamboo stick in his mind.

The seventh character appears as a complete piece; it's a new fragment!
Immediately afterwards, Zheng Que felt that his "law" was beginning to go out of control.

First, the illusions of Liao Zhanbo, Song Jiaoyin, and Yan Dong were silently merged together; then, his ghost servant Xue Shuangzi was also pulled into the illusion; then, the strange young cultivator in the "strange" scene, as well as Yin Congyi who was still in the corner of the main hall, were also pulled into the illusion.

In a mere instant, everyone and everything in the main hall of the Yuwen Mansion, both human and ghost, was trapped in his illusion.

The illusion continues to expand!

Soon, another figure was pulled into the illusion. This figure was graceful and charming, with a high bun like a cloud, and a gorgeous and flowing dress. However, her body was not complete, as it was outlined by the smoke from burning incense. But after entering the illusion, her originally incomplete body was repaired in the blink of an eye. As her clothes fluttered, she resembled the moon shining on a jade forest and the sunset reflecting on a pearly shore, exuding a thousand kinds of elegance.

As this figure came to be complete, other figures of all shapes and sizes were pulled into the illusion.

Some of these figures were tall and robust, clad in armor and wielding weapons, seemingly patrolling soldiers; others wore light pink palace attire, their hair styled in double buns, their manners lively and unrestrained; some held folding fans, dressed elegantly and gracefully; others had slender faces, holding counting rods and a compass hanging from their waists…

Immediately afterwards, the shops in the market were also quickly pulled into the illusion.

These shops included herbal medicine shops, corpse puppet businesses, wineries, restaurants, and cosmetic shops... all with their doors wide open, seemingly ready to welcome guests.

Seeing this scene, Zheng Que immediately understood that the being who had asked him to borrow the "law" had used his "law" to pull all the "strange" things in the entire market into his illusion!

Realizing this, he immediately felt a sense of foreboding.

The entire "weird" was pulled into his illusion; who could possibly stop that ghostly hand of the [Iron Tree Prison]?
The moment the thought crossed his mind, his concern vanished.

Because the ghostly hand exuding the aura of the Iron Tree Prison, along with its main body, the entire charred ghostly creature appeared in the market within the illusion.

Yes, that ghost from the Iron Tree Prison was also pulled into the illusion by his "law".

Although he was a Heavenly Rank Foundation Establishment cultivator, his cultivation level was only at the early stage of Foundation Establishment. Even if he collected all twelve fragments of this "strange thing" and mastered it, he still couldn't do this.

It was a Core Formation stage cultivator who made the move?!

Do not……

Even cultivators at the Core Formation stage probably can't achieve this level!
Luo Fuyu and Mu Xiangu are both from the Iron Tree Prison, which is the same level as a Core Formation stage cultivator. But even those two female ghosts might not be able to pull off such a feat.

In a flash, Zheng Que quickly said in a loud voice, "I am Zheng Que, a disciple of Daoist Qu."

"Du Anyong, who suddenly appeared in the Six Sects Grand Competition back then, is my own senior brother!"

"May I ask your name, senior?"

"Senior, what exactly is your intention in borrowing my 'rule'?"

Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately invoked his master, Daoist Qu, as his powerful backer.

Furthermore, in case the other party didn't recognize Qu Daoren, he specifically mentioned Du Anyong, who was famous back then.

As he spoke, Zheng Que quickly glanced at the people in the illusion. In the main hall of the illusion, Liao Zhanbo was still sitting in the main seat, motionless, his eyes slightly lowered, his expression calm again. In his illusion, he had now collected all twelve fragments and could enter the [Iron Tree Prison] at any time.

However, realizing that he was trapped in an illusion, Liao Zhanbo simply leaned back in his chair and did nothing.

It's very difficult to get out of this illusion.

But his previous two experiences had made him realize that as long as he didn't commit suicide, he wouldn't really die in this illusion!
As for Yan Dong, he sat in the first armchair on the left below the main seat, his eyes closed, his aura fluctuating, and he was forming his core in this illusion.

Song Jiaoyin sat directly opposite Yan Dong, her eyes also slightly closed, but not in the process of forming her core. Instead, she was studying the [Yin Yang Harmony Secret Record], attempting to cultivate alone without the aid of a Daoist partner...

Yin Congyi, who had just left the armchair below Yan Dong and was sitting in the corner of the main hall, was now sitting back in the armchair in this illusion.

However, Yin Congyi now only has half of his body in his own form, while the other half is that of the unfamiliar young cultivator.

This seemingly pieced-together body was still undergoing subtle changes, as if the two sides were vying for something.

Behind Yin Congyi stood a graceful figure with a high bun like a cloud. She wore a short, wide-sleeved, cross-collared blouse in garden blue embroidered with lotus patterns, and a lotus-colored skirt with persimmon calyx patterns. A string of colorful jade pendants hung at her waist. She was dignified and exuded an aura of authority.

Zheng Que's gaze immediately locked onto the graceful figure.

He had previously peered into Yin Congyi's memories.

This graceful figure was none other than Yin Congyi's mysterious master!
Of all those who have been pulled into the illusion, only Yin Congyi's master is the most suspicious!
Did the other party borrow my "law"?
Bang...bang...bang...

The ground trembled slightly, and a dull sound came from outside the door. It was the charred ghost of the [Iron Tree Prison] wandering in the market.

Besides the ghostly creature, other figures surged in the courtyard like a tide. Suddenly, a figure in a gorgeous dress squeezed out, her face beautiful and gorgeous, yet full of murderous aura. It was Xue Shuangzi.

Xue Shuangzi rushed into the main hall and went straight to Zheng Que's side.

She glanced at Zheng Que, and after confirming that he was alright, a murderous glint flashed across her face. She was about to rush towards the graceful figure behind Yin Congyi again, seemingly unaware that she had already fallen into an illusion.

But as soon as he made a move, Zheng Que grabbed him.

Zheng Que stared intently at the graceful figure. If the powerful figure who borrowed his "law" was indeed Yin Congyi's master, Xue Shuangzi would be no match for him!

At this moment, the graceful figure lowered her eyes and glanced at Zheng Que before finally speaking, "So you are a disciple of Daoist Qu."

"I have offended you greatly just now, so I will give you all the fragments as an apology."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zheng Que felt that the fourth and sixth characters on the bamboo stick in his mind were instantly filled in, becoming complete and constant. At the same time, five new characters appeared on the bamboo stick!
All twelve characters appeared on the bamboo stick.

All twelve pieces have been collected!
Zheng Que was overjoyed, feeling his cultivation level break through at this moment and enter the mid-Foundation Establishment stage!
For a moment, he felt better than ever before, with abundant power flowing through his limbs and bones, and an invincible sense of exhilaration rising in his heart.

It seemed that the entire "strange" place was under his control, and he could even fight the ghost of the [Iron Tree Prison]...

However, the moment this thought crossed Zheng Que's mind, he immediately realized something was wrong.

Isn't this kind of smooth success, which could only happen in an illusion, precisely its own "law"?

(End of this chapter)