Game Invasion: A new term for each level

Chapter 166 Thunderous Golden Body Dispels the Turbid Mist, Rain Pours Down on the Jade Sky to Cleanse the Dust! (Two Chapters Combined)

The moment the giant black mist swallowed the two of them, Xiang Ran felt as if the whole world had turned upside down.

She could hear no sound and see no light, as if she had been stuffed into a coffin and sunk into the boundless deep sea.

The sticky, damp, and cold black mist was like countless hands, gripping her limbs and bones tightly, trying to drag her into some indescribable abyss.

Xiang Ran felt her consciousness being blown away by the wind, peeling away from her body bit by bit.

This must be the process that Mrs. Fu could experience, right?

That feeling of slowly detaching from the world was exceptionally clear.

The thick, damp black fog made her unconsciously tighten her grip on Yang Hui's hand.

Seven-colored rays of light shone from the distant crevice.

"Sister Xu..."

""

Xiang stretched out her hand again, but the light bypassed her fingers, dispersing into a rosy barrier that framed the entire mansion.

The cylindrical, multicolored light wall stretched straight to the heavens, remarkably similar to the one at the castle, yet vastly different from the one before.

Xu Qinglan broke out in a cold sweat; this was in the northern part of the city!

Her actions are nothing short of self-deception!

This is blatantly a case of protesting too much!

Xu Qinglan murmured, "I'm afraid we can't hide it for much longer."

She sensed the vast black mist inside; the scale of this evil spirit was extraordinary!

There must be a bigger conspiracy involved, but fortunately, Xiang Zai has already cleaned up the source of the spread, but the evil spirits left behind are still a big problem!

"Yang Hui..." Xu Qinglan couldn't help but worry. Could he really solve the problem with just his lightning-summoning technique?

Especially during the phone call, Yang Hui's spirit had been completely drained by the black mist.

Now that things have come to this, she has no choice but to believe it.

"What is Manager Xu doing? Is he keeping a secret?" Lu Xing's voice came from the side.

Ji Wei stroked her chin and said, "Nonsense, do you expect me to show you everything? But I have a question. In this situation, how do tall people manage to stand up? I thought we regular staff members were already considered quite tall."

"You might not know this, but the North City Management Bureau has S-level items capable of destroying cities. When a person's wound becomes inflamed and festering, you have to be ruthless and cut away the rotten flesh so as not to affect the overall condition." Lu Xing tossed out a playing card, glanced at it, and had his answer in mind.

"Perhaps this time you will see how the North City Management Bureau handles major disasters that are beyond its control."

Ji Wei detected a hint of coldness and indifference in Lü Xing's words.

She wisely refrained from asking further questions, instead looking at the closing seven-colored light wall and guessing what Xu Qinglan was up to.

Perhaps this black mist is too vast, after all, it has absorbed the wealth and energy of so many years, so Sister Xu must be working hard.

Yang Hui's hands suddenly turned ice-cold. Xiang Zai was terrified and shook his shoulders, crying, "Boss! Boss! Don't die so soon!"

Within seconds, his fingers stiffened, and faint lividity began to appear on his face.

Yang Hui's body went limp and fell downwards, only to be caught instinctively by Xiang Ran: "Waaah~ Boss! Actually, I was lying to you. Sister Xu told me to take good care of you! You can't just die like this!"

Xiang, still unwilling to give up, checked Yang Hui's wrist for pulse, and two streams of hot tears rolled down his cheeks.

suddenly!

She glanced at it out of the corner of her eye, then her eyes widened in disbelief!

A semi-transparent figure gradually emerged from Yang Hui's shoulder, radiating a translucent golden light that slightly dispelled the cold, dark mist surrounding the two, making Xiang Zai feel a sense of warmth in his heart.

However, Xiang had no time to care about that anymore; she was already deeply shocked!

"This is... Yang Hui's soul?"

Xiang Ran had witnessed many high-ranking Taoist priests' souls leaving their bodies, having followed his elders.

The souls of those people were mostly gray and hazy, like a wisp of mist pulled from their bodies, barely maintaining a human form, and swaying precariously in the wind.

Some with profound cultivation will have a more solidified soul, retaining some of the outline of their former life, but that's all.

When Xiang Zai was a child, he thought it was a word entry effect and even asked his elders why so many people had this word entry.

The answer was that this was a Yang Shen Manifestation Technique, which required rigorous training in the coldest and hottest winter months, as well as extraordinary comprehension, to even begin to understand it. From then on, she realized that the world was not as simple as it seemed. The entries were merely manifestations of certain methods that allowed unqualified people to quickly comprehend abilities.

Yang Hui's soul gradually detached from his body, his facial features became distinct, and his face showed neither joy nor sorrow, remaining in a state of absolute calm.

A golden light suddenly appeared, spreading from his chest and coating his entire body with a warm halo.

The light was not dazzling, but it carried an indescribable sense of weight, like the afterglow of a sunset that had been settling for thousands of years.

Xiang Ran subconsciously held her breath.

The soul of an ordinary person is as turbid as mud, and it dissipates as soon as it leaves the body.

The soul of a cultivator is as clear as a thin mist, capable of gathering and dispersing at will.

There is also a special realm called: the Golden Body of Lapis Lazuli, which is solidified like a substance and whose radiance is concealed.

That's not a realm that can be achieved through cultivation, but rather a natural phenomenon.

Ancient texts use eight characters to describe this kind of soul: "Transparent as crystal, fiery as the sun."

Such a soul is one in a million.

"Innate Glazed Golden Body!" Xiang Ran murmured to himself. Yang Hui could not have achieved this through cultivation; such a realm only existed in ancient texts.

This must be an innate soul mutation! If this ability were given a rarity rating, it would definitely be a top-tier gold-level ability!

Xiang Ran even noticed that the golden light emanating from Yang Hui's soul was not evenly distributed.

The golden light would flicker in a certain rhythm, like a heartbeat.

With each leap, the golden light would spread outwards in a circle, like ripples spreading outwards from a stone thrown into a lake.

Wherever those golden ripples passed, the lingering evil aura vanished instantly, like paper burned by fire.

In the pitch-black fog, he seemed like a blazing sun, slowly rising.

Xiang Zai held Yang Hui's already somewhat rotten body and looked up at that figure.

His soul hovered above the northern city, looking down at the surging black ocean below.

The translucent soul slowly raised its right arm.

The movements were so slow that Xiang could no longer see the golden light flowing from his fingertips, leaving golden trails in the air.

He waved his hand gently.

The movement was so casual, like brushing dust off a table.

There was no earth-shattering noise, no deafening roar, just a simple wave of the hand.

Xiang felt an indescribable power emanating from Yang Hui's soul, sweeping outwards in all directions from him as the center.

But the entire northern sky responded to him in that instant.

She felt something pressing on her chest, making it difficult to breathe.

The sky changed in an instant, with dark clouds covering the entire northern city.

The air became damp and heavy, carrying a fishy, ​​acrid smell of impending rain.

A raindrop fell from the sky and landed directly on Xiang Zai's stunned face.

Wow~

The raindrops were so dense that they resembled a curtain of water hanging from the sky, enveloping the entire city.

Rain fell on Xiang Zai's face, and she felt a refreshing power seep into her skin, washing away the lingering evil aura within her body little by little.

The buildings, corroded by the black fog, hissed as the rain washed over them, and white steam rose from every crack.

Rainwater dripped down the gray walls onto the tarpaulin of the small noodle shop. The owner put away the tables and chairs, propped his chin on his hand, and watched as the black column of mist transformed into a wall of seven-colored light.

He only cared about when the rain would stop so that people could come into the shop to eat noodles.

Pei Feng floored the accelerator and sped towards the Administration Bureau building on the overpass.

He ran a red light in the rain, drawing curses from other drivers.

With the car window half open, raindrops splashed onto Mrs. Fu, who was severely burned in the back seat.

The rain pattered against the windows of each house, startling Ye Jing awake. She was kneeling naked on the floor, surrounded by lush green grass growing from the cracks in the floorboards. Staring blankly at the sky, she said, "Yang Hui... wait for me. I will make sure you live forever."

The torrential rain lashed down on Ji Wei and Lü Xing. They took shelter under a sycamore tree in front of Mrs. Fu's residence. Ji Wei's clothes were soaked, but she didn't seem to care. She called out to Xu Qinglan, who was standing not far away, "Manager Xu~ come quickly and get some shelter from the rain!"

Xu Qinglan ignored her, letting the rain pelt her body and her hair stick to her face. She just stared at the dark clouds in the sky and the colorful wall of light.

Lu Xing said, "Don't bother trying, Ji Wei. Xu Qinglan has always been aloof. Your attempts to get close are too low-level."

Inside the mansion.

The black mist began to stir.

Rainwater falling on its surface is like concentrated sulfuric acid poured on flesh; each contact corrodes away a large patch of black mist, leaving a pit that emits white smoke.

They frantically huddled together, forming a solid and enormous body.

Xiang Ran saw the black mist suddenly expand, like a wild beast driven to the brink of despair finally baring its fangs.

A silent roar exploded from the depths of the black mist.

The sound didn't enter through the ears; it exploded directly into Xiang Ran's mind.

Her vision went black, and warm liquid flowed from her nasal cavity; she had actually been shaken to the point of bleeding by the roar.

The black mist slowly spread outwards from the tip, like a giant mouth rushing out from the seabed and swallowing the sun in the sky.

The giant mouth formed from the black mist suddenly shot up, so fast that Xiang Zai's eyes could not even catch its trajectory.

Xiang Zai only saw a dark light shoot up from the ground into the sky, biting fiercely at Yang Hui's golden soul!

"Yang Hui!" she called out instinctively.

Yang Hui's spirit looked down at it.

That action was devoid of any emotion, anger, murderous intent, or even contempt.

He raised his hand, forming a sword-like finger that slowly pointed to the sky, and said calmly, "In the Purple Heaven Thunder Palace, I am the True Ruler. Under the majesty of Heaven, how dare you raise your head?"

Golden light burst forth from his body, and his translucent soul turned almost pure gold in that instant, outlining a complete and intricate pattern on the surface of his soul.

The rolling thunderclouds seemed to be gathering rage.

boom!!!!

When the lightning struck, Xiang Zai experienced temporary hearing loss.

The world turned blazing white in an instant!

The bolt of lightning was as thick as a bucket, and its entire body was a sacred golden-purple color.

It cleaved straight down from the clouds, hitting the very center of the black mist sphere with pinpoint accuracy.

The black mist didn't even have a chance to dodge. The moment it was pierced by the lightning, the entire sphere expanded violently and then suddenly contracted, as if it had been squeezed hard by an invisible hand.

"You demons and monsters are nothing but a torch of thunder and fire."

Yang Hui slowly pressed his hands down.

The entire thundercloud erupted simultaneously.

Xiang Ran witnessed the most shocking scene of her life.

Hundreds of bolts of lightning poured down from the clouds, forming an impenetrable curtain of thunder.

The lightning no longer struck randomly, but seemed to have a life of its own, surrounding the black mist from all directions and then contracting inwards simultaneously.

The thunder roared, and the ground trembled slightly.

Ji Wei and Lü Xing covered their ears under the sycamore tree as leaves fell one after another.

Ji Wei shouted, "This is the S-level item from the North City Management Bureau?"

"That can't be! What's going on? Is it thundering?"

Lu Xing crouched down, his hands moving swiftly as he drew a playing card, saying, "The probability of the evil black mist being eliminated at this moment is..."

""

He flipped the playing cards over and was immediately stunned: "...One hundred percent!"

"Impossible! How can anything in the world be 100% certain?"

Ji Wei ignored Lü Xing. She could sense the immense power within the rolling thunder, indicating that someone inside was definitely working against the black mist.

"Was it that woman named Xiang Ran? Was she sent by Manager Xu?"

Ji Wei shouted towards Xu Qinglan in front of her, "Who's inside! Who is Xiang Ran!"

Xu Qinglan did not answer her. She tilted her head slightly, her gaze passing through the light screen, and saw Yang Hui, who was radiating golden light in the air.

The black mist scattered and fled like stray dogs, while the figure in the air, like a god descending to earth, delivered the final judgment: "The Thunder Ancestor's Precious Proclamation says: Subdue the plague and poison, sweep away filth and eliminate evil. The thunder's sound spreads universally, and all evil will not exist."

The purplish-gold lightning seemed to transform into a cage, gripping the entire mass of black mist in its palm.

The black mist struggled frantically, darting left and right, but it couldn't break through at all.

Each impact triggered a violent explosion, with countless black tentacles emerging from between the fingers, only to be instantly burned to ashes by lightning.

Yang Hui tightened his fingers expressionlessly.

boom!!!!

Golden-purple light burst forth from between their fingers, turning the entire sky into daylight.

That century-old evil black mist, nurtured by the wealth and power of the northern city, is now melting away like snow under the scorching sun under the crushing thunder, disappearing at a visible speed.

Under an inconspicuous bridge arch in the northern part of the city.

Master He leaned against the cold cement wall, the rain falling before his eyes. Looking at the towering wall of light and the thunder that echoed throughout the northern city, he said, "The Nine Heavens respond to the Origin, thunder spreads universally. When did even the Thunder Ancestor's righteous teachings become so restrained? Or is it simply that my cultivation is insufficient?"

The continuous roaring in Xiang Ran's ears.

All she could see was a blinding golden light and a dark shadow slowly fading away at the center of the light.

Ten seconds later, the lightning dissipated and the clouds parted.

A thin golden thread emerged from a crack in the clouds on the eastern horizon, cleanly slicing through the remaining gloom and piercing obliquely into the sky above the northern city.

It landed precisely on Yang Hui.

The soul, which already radiated a pale golden glow, took on an indescribable texture under real sunlight.

Sunlight penetrated his translucent body, gilding his silhouette with an almost sacred golden edge.

His hair had a texture that was somewhere between real and ethereal in the sunlight.

Xiang looked up at the scene and suddenly felt his eyes sting.

The dark clouds dispersed, revealing a clear blue sky, and the rising sun bathed the entire city in a warm orange-red hue.

Amidst this dazzling display, Yang Hui's figure was obscured by the wall of light, resembling a god forgotten in the heavens.

His eyes held only an almost indifferent calm.

Yang Hui's soul slowly descended, and the golden light gradually faded.

The sunlight chased after him, always enveloping him, as if crowning him.

The moment his soul returned to his body, the last ray of sunlight fell directly on his pale face.

Xiang Ran looked down.

Yang Hui's body had become a bloody mess at some point, and Xiang Zaizai could no longer hold on, so she lay on his body and cried.

But she didn't notice that Yang Hui in her arms had his eyes closed, his breathing steady, and his decaying body was pieced back together as if time had reversed.

The sunlight gilded his eyelashes with a layer of scattered gold, causing them to tremble slightly.

His body was just a hair's breadth away from rotting into the fifth stage after death.

"Don't cry, I'm not dead yet." Yang Hui seemed to have said this once before.

Xiang suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with disbelief, then wailed, "Boss! You were out of your mind! You said you weren't dead!"

"He's not completely dead."

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[You have defeated the Insect Mother Tumor*1 and gained 62000 experience points.]

A flash of light appeared before Yang Hui's eyes!

upgrade!