Dao Qi Wu Zang Guan Guan: I became a Daoist Master in the 1990s

Chapter 158 The Corpse Altar, the Ancestral Master's Dharma Body

Qi Yun's body blurred into a blur, relentlessly pursuing him, the sound of his clothes rustling through the wind sharp as a knife.

Although the Lord of the Crimson Sun was severely injured, with half of his body charred and scarred by sword marks, he showed amazing tenacity when he fled for his life. His figure darted among the withered trees like a wounded owl, and he was not slow at all.

The two walked one after the other, and in no time they had gone deep into the barren mountains behind the village.

The mountain is steep, with jagged rocks and withered branches reaching towards the dark sky like ghostly claws.

The altar master was extremely familiar with the path, and after a few sharp turns, he led Qi Yun to a sudden flat spot halfway up the mountain.

This place has obviously been extensively restored by humans. It is about ten zhang square, with broken bluestone slabs on the ground, and blackish-purple moss growing in the cracks. It has a gloomy atmosphere.

In the center of the platform stood a terrifying altar made of countless corpses!
The corpses included men, women, and children, their bodies stiff and their limbs twisted and intertwined, stacked in a bizarre and malevolent order, with the gaps filled with congealed dark red bloodstains and grayish-white talismans.

Before the pile of corpses, several headless bodies knelt in worship, guarding a dark and somber altar.

There was nothing else on the table except a bronze incense burner with three legs and two handles, its shape simple and ancient. The body of the burner was engraved with cloud and thunder patterns, and the inside was filled with a thick layer of gray and white incense ash.

The altar master staggered to the offering table, his face completely pale, but his eyes burned with a mad resentment and a will to survive.

He roared and shook out three long incense sticks, each as thick as a little finger and dark red like congealed blood, from his sleeve. He then opened his mouth and sprayed another stream of his heart's blood onto the incense sticks!

"laugh!"

The blood-infused incense ignites upon contact with blood, spontaneously combusting without a flame, producing a straight, pillar-like plume of blood-red smoke with a pungent, sweet-smelling odor. The strange fragrance instantly spreads, causing dizziness and lightheadedness.

"Grandmaster, save me!!!"

His voice was shrill and manic as he forcefully plunged the burning blood incense into the incense burner.

As the incense entered the censer, the entire altar piled with corpses trembled violently, emitting a muffled hum, as if a sleeping ferocious beast had been suddenly awakened!
The piled-up corpses began to writhe violently, their joints rubbing together with a cracking sound, and their stiff limbs twisting and twitching as if trying to reassemble themselves.

A vast, cold aura, filled with endless death and resentment, awakened from the depths of the corpse altar and spread out.

Upon seeing this, the Lord of the Crimson Sun Altar's initial panic subsided, replaced by a ferocious expression that was a mixture of awe and fanaticism.

He suddenly turned around, looked at Qi Yun who had quietly stopped five zhang away, and laughed loudly: "Hahaha! No matter who you are or which lineage you belong to!"
This place is a key node of a grand formation personally set up by my grandmaster, the current National Preceptor of Qingyun!

This contains an unparalleled divine power from your grandmaster! To be able to force out this move and die under your grandmaster's divine power is your good fortune! Your merit is immeasurable!

Before the words were finished, in the center of the writhing altar, countless corpses seemed to be kneaded and shaped by an invisible force, rapidly combining and collapsing, and actually condensing into a strange humanoid figure about nine feet tall, pieced together from severed limbs and broken bodies!
A human-shaped face, a blood-red mask with two holes only for the eyes, fits tightly.

The remaining corpses around them melted rapidly, turning into thick, foul-smelling blood that gushed towards the mask and was completely absorbed by it.

With each absorption, the blood-red mask became even more eerie, and a terrifying pressure, as if a mountain were pressing down, descended and locked onto Qi Yun!
The Crimson Sun Altar Master immediately knelt down with a thud, prostrating himself on the ground. His hands formed strange hand seals, and his voice trembled but was extremely devout: "Disciple respectfully welcomes the Grandmaster's arrival!" Upon receiving this bow, the smooth surface of the blood-red mask suddenly lit up with countless intricate and ever-changing golden patterns.

Two deep, cold, and indifferent golden flames, like those of a gazing down upon all living beings, suddenly ignited from the two black holes in the mask's eye sockets!

Her gaze shifted, settling softly on Qi Yun.

Immediately, the arm pieced together from the corpses rose up and pointed a single finger at Qi Yun.

"Divine Dishes".

A dignified, cold, and emotionless voice rang out.

The sound did not come from behind the mask, but rather it resonated with the surrounding天地气机 (heaven and earth energy), making the rocks, trees, and air seem to speak together, rumbling and echoing, shaking the soul!
laugh!
A beam of blood-red light, as thick as a child's arm, incredibly condensed, and containing countless tiny, twisted runes, burst forth from his fingertips and shot straight towards Qi Yun's brow!

Qi Yun's pupils shrank sharply. He hadn't expected that the Grand Preceptor would have such a bizarre method, attacking directly at the very core of the soul!
In the nick of time, his mind raced, and the Crimson Hunting Fire within his body erupted, surging into the Chengyun Sword. The blazing flames instantly transformed into the heavy, majestic, and all-encompassing Earth element!

"Zhenyue!"

He let out a low shout, but instead of slashing forward, he held the Chengyun Sword upright in front of him. The powerful earth-yellow sword energy instantly spread out, transforming into an extremely solid and heavy light shield that seemed to be surrounded by the phantom of mountains, protecting his entire body completely!
This is his recent understanding of the profound mystery of "fire generating earth".
This insight came from the name of Zhenyue!
Zhenyue is an earth-shaped formation, possessing the virtue of the earth's capacity to bear all things. It is not for attacking or conquering, but for protecting.

Zhenyue means to stabilize one's own mountain, remaining steadfast and unmoving!
However, the blood-red light seemed to be neither real nor illusory, treating the thick sword energy as nothing, passing through it without any hindrance, and instantly entering Qi Yun's brow and forehead!
Qi Yun trembled violently, and suddenly everything went black before his eyes, as all his senses were instantly stripped away!

The next instant, he found himself suspended in a boundless, endless dark void.

Ahead, in the endless darkness, a gigantic, cold, indifferent, and destructive blood-red eye slowly opened, its gaze seemingly fixed on him as billions of living beings wailed and sank within it!
Just as that gaze was about to fall upon his primordial spirit.

hum!
Deep within Qi Yun's brow, the "Black Laws and Edicts of the Northern Yin Fengdu" suddenly erupted!
Amidst the intense black light, two enormous black characters, "Refuse" and "Chaos," with strokes as strict as iron laws and exuding an aura of absolute order and judgment, suddenly flew out and crossed between Qi Yun and that huge blood-red eye!
The law is solemn and cannot be disrespected; it does not pardon falsehood!

The moment those indifferent blood-red eyes made contact with those two large black characters, without even a struggle, they let out a silent wail and instantly shattered into billions of blood-red light spots, dissipating into the invisible darkness!
Qi Yun suddenly opened his eyes, his consciousness returning to reality, and found himself still standing in the same spot, as if everything just now was a fleeting illusion.

Ahead, the golden patterns on the surface of the "Grandmaster's Dharma Body," pieced together from corpses and wearing a blood-red mask, instantly dimmed and collapsed.

Immediately afterwards, a crack appeared on the blood-red mask with a crisp "crack," and then the crack spread rapidly, giving rise to countless other cracks!
"boom!"

The entire body exploded with a deafening roar, and fragments of limbs, arms, and masks scattered everywhere.

Just before the mask shattered and vanished completely, a fleeting glimpse of the face hidden beneath the crisscrossing cracks appeared.

Qi Yun's eyes flashed like lightning, and he suddenly caught sight of that face...

(End of this chapter)