One person: Senior brother Zhang Zhiwei, the Celestial Master begged me to descend the mountain.

The dust has settled.

The enormous palm print, like a mark left by a god, is deeply etched on the back of Longhu Mountain.

At the bottom of the pit where the palm print was, amidst the mountain of dark red meat paste, a strange sound suddenly came from.

wow-

The sound of rubble rolling down was particularly jarring in the deathly silence of the night.

In the center of that nauseating, bloody ruin, a red figure slowly rose into the air.

That's Qu Tong.

At this moment, she had long lost the noble and composed demeanor she once possessed.

That once exquisite red dress was now tattered and torn, revealing large patches of skin burned by energy. Her disheveled hair made her look like a madwoman, except for her eyes, which shone with a frightening intensity.

It was a look that combined extreme hatred, madness, and... a desperate, all-or-nothing gaze.

Especially the tiny scar on her left cheek.

At this moment, it was glowing with an eerie, crimson light, like a living red threadworm writhing wildly beneath her flesh, appearing ferocious and terrifying.

"Cough...cough cough..."

Qu Tong clutched her chest, a trickle of black blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.

She didn't look at the masterpieces around her that had turned into minced meat, but stared intently at the white-robed Taoist priest not far away.

The man remained standing with his hands behind his back, not even a speck of dust on the hem of his clothes.

That arrogant attitude, that look that regarded her as an ant, deeply pierced Qu Tong's proud and twisted heart.

"Zhang...Tai...Chu..."

Qu Tong's voice was hoarse, like two rusty pieces of iron rubbing together:

"A brilliant tactic... truly a brilliant tactic..."

"Dharma Body of Heaven and Earth... Golden Light Mantra... I never imagined you had already mastered it to this level."

Zhang Taichu simply looked at her indifferently, his eyes playful, as if he were looking at a grasshopper still struggling to survive.

"Not quite dead yet?"

Zhang Taichu raised an eyebrow, his tone nonchalant:

"It seems that the ability of those hands to change and prolong one's fate is indeed quite remarkable."

"but……"

Zhang Taichu raised his hand, as if to press it down again:

"If one slap doesn't kill, then slap it again."

"stop!!"

Qu Tong suddenly screamed.

She was well aware of her current physical condition; if she were to suffer another blow, even a celestial being couldn't save her from this mess.

But suddenly, an extremely eerie smile appeared on her face.

"Zhang Taichu, you are indeed very strong."

"A mortal body is indeed no match for you."

Qu Tong slowly opened her arms, her whole body floating in mid-air in a starfish shape.

Her long, messy hair moved wildly without any wind, dancing wildly behind her.

"but……"

"If your body can't kill you, what about your soul?"

Buzz—!

As her voice fell.

A visible pink ripple burst forth from her body in an instant.

The ripples spread extremely quickly, covering the entire battlefield on the back mountain in the blink of an eye.

This is not a shockwave.

There was no explosion, no blast wave.

But wherever this ripple swept, space seemed to undergo some inexplicable distortion.

"The Master of Two Hands: A Glimpse into the Lives of All Beings!!"

Qu Tong's shrill roar echoed in the night sky.

Zhang Chulan, who was standing not far away, suddenly froze.

His pupils lost focus in an instant, and his previously terrified expression suddenly became extremely distorted.

In his line of sight.

Feng Baobao, who was standing beside him, the silly and naive Bao'er, whom he was willing to protect with his life, suddenly changed.

Her skin began to peel away, revealing a hideous, blue-faced demon beneath. Her hands transformed into sharp bone claws, dripping with black venom.

"Zhang Chulan...I'm going to eat you up..."

Bao'er opened her blood-red maw, letting out a sinister and terrifying laugh, and pounced on him.

"No...no! This isn't Bao'er!!"

Zhang Chulan clutched his head, screaming in pain, his body uncontrollably staggering backward and crashing heavily into a tree trunk.

Meanwhile, Wang Ye on the other side was in an even more disheveled state.

This Taoist priest from Wudang Mountain was now slumped on the ground like a child, waving his hands wildly and shouting:

"Dad! Mom! Don't come any closer! Fire! It's all fire!!"

In his eyes, the whole world had turned into a sea of ​​fire, and his family members were screaming and struggling in the flames, reaching out their hands for help, only to turn to ashes the moment he touched them.

Chaos.

Everything is in chaos.

It's not just Zhang Chulan and Wang Ye.

Those who had originally survived now seemed to be possessed.

Some were frantically kowtowing to the air, some were wildly slashing at their companions with weapons, and some were choking themselves, their faces showing the pain of suffocation.

Cognitive manipulation.

This is the most terrifying aspect of dual-wielding hands.

It doesn't attack your physical body directly, but rather modifies the perceptions deep within your soul.

Turn loved ones into enemies, hell into heaven, and pain into pleasure.

In this pink realm, Qu Tong is the sole creator.

"Did you see that?"

Qu Tong looked down at the chaotic crowd below, a morbidly ecstatic expression on her face:

"This is the power of the soul!"

"If I wanted to, I could turn everything in this world upside down, and I could turn so-called justice into evil!"

Done.

She turned her head sharply and stared intently at Zhang Taichu.

Zhang Taichu remained standing in the same spot.

The pink ripples passed through his body, seemingly without having any effect on him.

"it's useless."

Zhang Taichu even yawned, his eyes full of boredom:

"Don't embarrass yourself by showing off these kaleidoscope tricks meant for children."

"trick?"

Qu Tong sneered, and the red light in her eyes suddenly intensified:

"What about this move?!"

She clasped her hands together abruptly, her ten fingers frantically changing hand seals like a wheel.

Amidst the overwhelming pink halo, countless tiny red lines converged wildly, eventually coalescing at her brow into a light spike the size of an embroidery needle, so red it seemed to drip blood.

Fine black cracks appeared in the space around the light spike, as if even the void could not withstand this pure spiritual power.

"This single acupuncture needle embodies the culmination of my life's cultivation!"

"Even a god, as long as they have a soul, cannot escape my modifications!!"

"go!!"

Qu Tong let out a loud shout.

The red light spike vanished instantly.

When it reappears.

It has already reached Zhang Taichu's brow!

too fast.

This is a purely psychological attack, ignoring distance and physical defense.

Even the golden light protecting Zhang Taichu could not stop this red thorn aimed at his soul in the slightest.

puff.

A very faint muffled thud.

The red light spike pierced into Zhang Taichu's brow without any hindrance.

Zhang Taichu, who had been nonchalant, suddenly shuddered.

next second.

His eyes, which were once as deep as the starry sky, instantly lost all their luster, becoming empty and dull, like a puppet whose soul had been taken away.

Even his once straight and upright back had become slightly hunched.

His hands hung limply at his sides.

He stood there, motionless, like a lifeless sculpture.

The wind stopped.

The surrounding Qi domain, which had been agitated by the Dharma Form Heaven and Earth, calmed down in that instant.

"Hahaha...hahahahahaha!!"

Upon seeing this, Qu Tong was stunned for a moment, then burst into hysterical laughter.

She won!

She actually won!

What earthly demons and gods? What mountains can be stepped on with one foot? What high-ranking priests of the Celestial Master's Mansion?

On a spiritual level, all of that is rubbish before her all-powerful hands!

"Zhang Taichu, oh Zhang Taichu..."

Qu Tong smiled as she wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and slowly floated down in front of Zhang Taichu.

She looked at the man before her, who had once terrified her and forced her to mobilize all her forces, but now seemed like a fool, letting her do as she pleased.

The thrill of conquering the strong made every cell in her body tremble.

"So what if your body is strong?"

"As long as I change your perception, as long as I plant a mark on your soul..."

Qu Tong reached out her trembling hand, wanting to touch Zhang Taichu's handsome but expressionless face.

Her eyes gleamed with greed and madness:

From now on.

"You are my strongest dog."

"I'll make you kill Zhang Zhiwei with your own hands, and destroy Longhu Mountain with your own hands. I'll make you..."

Qu Tong became more and more excited as she spoke, her voice sharp and piercing:

"Kneel down!!"

"Kneel down and call me Master!!"

This roar carried the supreme authority of her as the victor.

however.

Just as her fingertips were about to touch Zhang Taichu's cheek.

That man whose eyes used to be empty.

Deep within those deathly gray eyes.

Sudden.

A hint of...mockery flashed across his face.

That wasn't the dazed state that came from being controlled.

It's a kind of mockery... watching a clown perform a farcical act on stage.

Qu Tong's fingers froze in mid-air.

An unprecedented chill instantly shot from her tailbone straight to the top of her head.

"you……"

Before she could finish speaking...

The man who had been hanging his head down suddenly moved.

The Golden Light Mantra was not used.

No lightning magic was used.

He simply and casually raised his right hand.

Backhand.

One draw.

*Smack!*

A sharp, resounding slap echoed through the quiet back hills.

The sound was so loud that it even drowned out Zhang Chulan's screams from afar.

Qu Tong felt as if she had been hit in the cheek by an invisible giant hammer. Her body, which had been floating in mid-air, spun 720 degrees in the air like a kite with a broken string.

With a bang.

It slammed hard onto the ground.

That stunningly beautiful face was now completely swollen, half of it bulging up, with five clearly visible finger marks, reddish-purple in color.

This slap landed not only on her face.

It further solidified her newly formed aura, her invincible pride, and the pink illusion that filled the sky...

They were all smashed to pieces.

The illusion dissipated.

Zhang Chulan suddenly snapped out of his daze, looked at the bewildered Feng Baobao in front of him, gasped for breath, and was covered in cold sweat.

Wang Ye also stopped waving his arms and stared blankly ahead.

Everyone instinctively turned their heads to look at the center of the field.

Qu Tong was lying on the ground, her face covered and her hair disheveled, her eyes glazed over, seemingly unable to comprehend what had just happened.

Why?

The red thorn has clearly pierced through?

His soul should have already been altered, right?

Why can he still move?

"Is that all you've got?"

Zhang Taichu slowly withdrew his right hand, even wiping it on his clothes with disgust, as if he had just photographed something dirty.

He slowly lowered his head, looking down at Qu Tong who was lying on the ground.

That look in his eyes.

It was neither anger nor murderous intent.

Rather, it was a purely compassionate gaze towards the intellectually disabled.

"Change my understanding?"

"To be your dog?"

Zhang Taichu scoffed, his laughter filled with disdain and contempt.

He bent down slightly, his face close to Qu Tong's swollen and deformed face, speaking slowly and deliberately, his voice not loud, but it sent a chill down Qu Tong's spine, filling her with despair and trembling from the depths of her soul:

"Little brat."

"Playing with your soul in front of this humble Taoist priest?"

"I am your ancestor!"