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

Chapter 165 The Calamity Steals the Throne, Refining the Calamity into a Pill

The two dragons, one yin and one yang, intertwined and tore at each other, forming a massive, destructive turbine that suddenly increased the suction force several times over!
The Chengyun Sword was driven firmly into the flesh, making a teeth-grinding creaking sound, and the blade bent into a breathtaking arc.

Qi Yun's fingers, gripping the sword hilt tightly, turned pale and bled from excessive force, causing his tiger's mouth to split open. Before the blood could flow out, it was instantly evaporated or frozen by the extreme high or low temperatures around him.

However, the suction was too terrifying, and the flesh walls themselves were writhing violently, as if trying to expel this "foreign object".

"Crack!"

A subtle but clear cracking sound was heard.

It didn't come from the Chengyun Sword, but from the edge where the sword blade met the flesh wall. The dark red "rock" texture finally couldn't withstand the tearing force from all sides and broke open with a crack!
The next moment, Chengyun Sword suddenly broke free!
Qi Yun could no longer maintain his balance and, like a kite with a broken string, was instantly swallowed up by the turbine formed by the Yin-Yang twin dragons.

Completely drawn into the core of the array, where crimson and blue hues intertwined and destructive energy raged wildly!

"Ugh!"

Upon entering the heart of the formation, extreme pain instantly overwhelmed Qi Yun!

It wasn't just burning or freezing; it was a frenzied tearing and grinding of the body and soul by two extreme forces acting simultaneously!

The power of extreme yang forcefully penetrated into every meridian and every acupoint, like a red-hot iron churning wildly within his body, attempting to ignite and evaporate his qi, blood, essence, and even his three souls and seven spirits!
The power of Yin penetrates everywhere, causing blood to almost freeze, thoughts to become icy, and consciousness to be dragged into an eternally cold and desolate abyss. Even the circulation of true Qi becomes sluggish and difficult!
What's even more terrifying is that these two diametrically opposed forces are not simply superimposed, but rather, under the precise control of this alchemy furnace array, they form a strange "harmony" and "catalysis".

Together they act on him, the "main medicine," frantically extracting and refining everything from him!
Qi Yun's true qi surged and roared at an unprecedented speed, and the Crimson Hunting Fire surged forth from his heart, attempting to protect his body.

However, these Yin and Yang fires are extremely pure and contain no evil or impurity. They are precisely one of the most "righteous" and most violent energies in the world!

Although the Crimson Hunt Fire was miraculous, it had no effect on it whatsoever!

The white incense and prayer power that permeated the entire 'alchemy furnace' surged wildly into the Yin and Yang fires.

The distracting thoughts and devout vows of all beings merged into this great power of heaven and earth. Instead of weakening its power, it made it more "agile" and more "stubborn," as if it had gained consciousness. It clung tightly to Qi Yun, endlessly penetrating and disintegrating his defenses.

"puff!"

Qi Yun suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. The moment the blood left his body, half of it vaporized and the other half froze into bright red ice crystals.

He could clearly feel his energy and spirit being forcibly drained away!

The once abundant Qi Sea became empty at a visible speed, and the true Qi dissipated wildly, being plundered by the furnace fire.

The once vibrant blood and energy begin to decline, the skin loses its luster, and gradually becomes dry and loose.

The jet-black hair quickly turned gray from the roots, and then became withered and straw-like.

His face aged at an alarming rate, deep wrinkles etched around his eyes and forehead, and his once upright body involuntarily hunched over, as if he were carrying an immense mountain on his back.

A strong sense of weakness and exhaustion washed over me like a tidal wave, my consciousness began to blur, and my vision blurred intermittently.

However, physical pain and loss of strength are secondary.

Even more frightening is that a certain "existence" originating from the very source of life is being shaken.

Click...click!
The faint cracking sound did not come from outside the body, but from inside it!

Beneath his skin, fine, crimson cracks, like molten lava, quietly appeared and spread rapidly!
These cracks covered his face, neck, arms, torso... making him look like a piece of porcelain about to shatter after being scorched by high temperatures.

It was filled with a chilling sense of foreboding and fragility.

Beneath the crack, his most primal life essence, forged from fire, emitted its final lament and shimmering light.

The shadow of death was heavier than ever before, coldly gripping his throat.

The "Mysterious Yin" above watched all this indifferently, its dark golden pupils devoid of any emotion, only displaying an almost cold "satisfaction".

Seeing that the time was right, he raised his hands again and formed an even more complex and profound mudra, drawing upon the immense power of the white incense.

"All spirits draw upon the thought, tracing back to the source, now appear!"

With his icy voice, thick, solidified white smoke, like a shark smelling blood, was no longer satisfied with external refining, but instead precisely drilled into Qi Yun's seven orifices!

The power of incense is all-pervasive, penetrating the walls of flesh and blood, and reaching the deepest part of the primordial spirit!

"Buzz!"

Qi Yun trembled violently, his primordial spirit seemingly being wildly stirred by an invisible giant hand.

An indescribable pain, as if the very core of the soul were being forcibly stripped away, far surpassed the previous physical torment!
In the midst of this extreme pain, he "saw" something.

The mysterious "jade slip" that had been hidden deep within his consciousness, which even he himself could hardly sense clearly, and which had only appeared a few times in the form of a phantom.

At this moment, drawn and summoned by the power of that specific incense offering, it began to tremble violently!

It was no longer an illusory shadow, but for the first time, it appeared as a real entity with such clarity!
The jade was warm and smooth yet ancient and desolate, its surface seemingly engraved with unrecognizable chaotic patterns, exuding an indescribable and supreme Daoist charm.

At this moment, it was tightly bound by countless white incense threads, like a treasure caught in a spider web, being forcibly pulled from the depths of Qi Yun's primordial spirit, through the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head, by a tyrannical force.

Pull and pull it out little by little!
As the jade slip left his body, Qi Yun felt his connection to some fundamental power being forcibly severed.

The raging crimson flames around him seemed to have lost their most crucial support, and at a visible speed, they dimmed, flickered, and shrank dramatically.

For the first time, a flicker of emotion appeared on Xuan Yin's face, which was as cold as a stone statue.

That was an undisguised, fervent ecstasy!

His dark golden eyes were fixed on the jade slip that was being slowly pulled out, as if he had seen the end of the Great Dao and the opportunity to transcend everything!

However, just as the jade slip was about to completely detach from Qi Yun's head, and the Crimson Hunting Flame dimmed to the point of almost going out.

"Snapped!"

A very faint yet crystal-clear cracking sound came from Qi Yun's chest.

That was the jade pendant he always wore.

Unable to withstand the pressure from both inside and outside the country, it suddenly exploded!
The moment the jade pendant shattered, a power contained within it—a power that even Qi Yun himself had never been aware of—burst forth with a deafening roar!

(End of this chapter)