A Scroll of Infinite Glory

Chapter 285 A Hundred Years' Thought, Flowers Bloom in an Instant

Nine fox tails, dressed in white.

Qin Zhiyue's palm was still pressed on the bronze ball, suppressing the remnants of the evil god inside. At this moment, she suddenly saw the tiger skin being torn apart. She was shocked and angry. Her palm actually dented into the Heavenly Orbit Bronze Ball magic weapon, almost breaking through her own magic weapon.

In fact, if it were just a simple change in appearance, then let alone the Earth Immortal realm, even the Loose Immortal realm would have many ways to achieve it.

It's possible to transform a person into a fox, a tiger, a wolf, or a bird, with absolute certainty that both the appearance and the internal structure of the flesh will be identical.

However, changes that remain at the physical level are ultimately only superficial. The bloodline traces deep within the soul will not be altered by such physical changes.

However, after Fu Wan's transformation, the tiger skin was torn apart, revealing his true bloodline talent as a nine-tailed white fox.

Clearly, he is the direct descendant of that fox-clan celestial being from back then.

"This old demon actually concealed his identity and created this disguise, using Thousand Poison Island to restrain us, and we didn't see through it for a hundred years!"

Qin Zhiyue's mind raced with thoughts. "Of the two Heavenly Books in the Abyss of Heavenly Books, one is the Heavenly Book of Calamities, which describes the various tribulations of human desires and the changes in the world. It is quite similar to the path of the Six-Sided Heavenly Movement and Divine Absolute. I'm afraid that when it was being made, that fox clan celestial immortal was in charge of most of it."

"If he were to actually see those two scrolls of heavenly books, he might be able to draw upon some of the power within the Heavenly Book of Calamity in an instant."

Thinking about it carefully, if it weren't for outsiders like Guan Luoyang and Blue Scorpion...

The news of the old demon's escape might not be discovered so soon.

The various sects of the human race would definitely not be able to gather their forces so quickly and station them near the Abyss of the Heavenly Book for defense.

Even when the monsters actually attack the Abyss of Heavenly Books, they might not choose such a straightforward and forceful approach.

In that case, the situation at every stage would be worse than it is now, and in the end, this monster might easily enter the Abyss of Heavenly Books, causing things to spiral out of control.

Thinking of this, Qin Zhiyue felt both gratitude and indescribable hatred and anger. She hated the old monster's cunning and shrewdness, and she was also angry at the laxity of the Jukuzhou human race, who had been the victors back then.

However, despite her anger, she knew that her most important task now was to suppress the remnants of the water demon inside the bronze sphere.

It's unclear what bloodline this water demon possesses, but its vitality is incredibly tenacious. Even after being suppressed, it continues to attempt to release corrosive poison and distort space. If it were to escape unscathed, it could potentially return to its full strength in a short time, which would definitely be a troublesome variable.

Inside the copper sphere, eerie blue blood surged, and suddenly a bright red rhombus-shaped gem emerged from one of the clumps of blue blood.

Originating from a rare artifact from World War II in a certain world, the source of all super soldiers worldwide—Walton's Blood.

The raging life force within the crimson ruby, carrying a lightning-like heat, was instantly devoured by the surrounding eerie blue blood.

The remains and blood, cut and separated by the various rotating shafts inside the copper ball, instantly transformed into hundreds and thousands of figures of Feng Jun, some as small as sesame seeds and others as large as a thumb.

Now that it has reformed, it can naturally unleash its magic and divine words once more. In an instant, hundreds of smaller, related techniques converge into a hexagonal magic circle with a poisonous pattern that slows down time, radiating brilliant light and expanding outwards from the copper sphere.

"snort!"

Qin Zhiyue focused her mind and breath, controlling her thoughts, leaving only a sliver of consciousness to observe the battlefield on Guan Luoyang's side, while channeling all her remaining mental energy.

"If this outsider has gone this far, surely the native descendants of the Giant Spirits can't outlast a heavily injured prodigy like you?!"

Four hundred and eighty acupoints in her soul opened, absorbing and exhaling all kinds of invisible essences between heaven and earth, transforming them into vast magical power, like a silver ribbon from the heavens, cascading down like a waterfall, and pouring into the copper ball.

As the vital energy surged and flowed, the golden clouds formed by the distorted light resembled a giant god taller than a mountain, standing tall and guarding behind Qin Zhiyue.

Her true form, however, gradually shrank until she was only nine feet tall, with both hands pressed against the bronze ball.

Qin Zhiyue's mind raced with thoughts, but it all happened in the blink of an eye.

On the battlefield over there, pieces of tiger skin, torn apart, had not yet hit the ground.

After Fu Wanshen revealed his true form, he no longer showed signs of aging. For a moment, the head on his neck vaguely transformed into the shape of a fox, before settling back into a human face. He had sword-like eyebrows that reached his temples, a refined and handsome appearance, and a few strands of silver hair mixed in with his hair, as if he were in his prime.

On those nine fluffy, long fox tails, shaped like a peacock spreading its tail, ethereal flames ignited from the tips of the tails, the red and white flames spreading among the snow-white fur.

The Thousand-Year Foxfire's divine power erupted in an instant, with nine fox tails emerging from various parts of Fu Wan's back, wrapping around his torso, and attacking Guan Luoyang.

Guan Luoyang shook his arms and suddenly clenched his fists, unleashing hundreds of punches at an extremely fast speed, all of which struck the flagpole.

His speed increased dramatically. Although the power of a single punch was far less than the full force of his previous palm strikes, these scattered and subtle punches were much more agile. Although each punch hit the same spot, the direction of the force was different each time.

Countless streams of azure energy, after colliding with Guan Luoyang's fist shadow and hitting the flagpole, bounced off and precisely dispersed into nine routes, repelling all nine fox tails that had surrounded them.

The Xuan Yin Gui Yuan Flag in the Demon King's hand spun violently once. The black flag and the black jade-like flagpole seemed to transform into a tall, round mirror during this violent spin.

The banner was heavy and wide, and the speed at which he spun it was actually slightly slower than the speed at which Guan Luoyang threw a punch.

Logically speaking, when he first started spinning, there should have been an opening that Guan Luoyang could have found, allowing him to punch through and strike his true form.

However, just as the flag turned, Guan Luoyang suddenly saw a black figure lunging at him face to face.

Fu Wanshen's speed was slightly inferior to Guan Luoyang's, but this black shadow was on par with Guan Luoyang.

Do not!

It's not that they're evenly matched, but that they're exactly the same, completely identical in speed.

No matter which direction Guan Luoyang threw or how fast he moved, the opponent's fist would always travel in the opposite direction and collide with him.

Another divine power of the Six-Sided Heavenly Movement Divine Technique is Divine Form Mirror Projection!

In the blink of an eye, there were thousands of punches exchanged.

Guan Luoyang's figure suddenly rose higher, and he threw a punch with all his might. The dark figure opposite him also rose up with him, and collided with him with a punch of almost the same force.

Both sides were simultaneously pushed back. Immediately afterwards, Guan Luoyang stomped his feet hard in the air, creating a huge shockwave. His body was wrapped in lightning, and he rose up again.

The dark figure opposite also lunged forward, and fists collided once more.

The intense energy clashed, and in the sky, it seemed as if a dazzling, blinding flash of light exploded, illuminating the mountains and all things, causing them to lose their original colors and sink into a vast, blazing white in an instant.

Then came the second flash, the third, and the fourth.

Each flash occurred further away from the ground and closer to the sky.

The fifth time, Guan Luoyang used a palm strike.

The shadowy figure opposite him was a fraction shorter and slower than him. Although both of them struck with the same force, it was Guan Luoyang's palm that pressed down on the opposite shoulder first.

"Since you need to rotate the flag to perform the Mirror Replication technique, once you go beyond the mirror, you'll have to catch up with me to maintain the effect of this move..."

Guan Luoyang's thoughts traveled with lightning speed: "And you, you're slower than me!"

The dark figure was pinned down on the shoulder, lost its balance, and fell toward the ground.

boom!!!!

The ground shook, accompanied by a faint sound of shattering glass.

The shadow shattered, revealing the figure of Fu Wan, who was holding a banner to defend himself.

Similarly, they used a horizontal banner to block the powerful attack from Guan Luoyang.

The demon king, who had previously been wearing a tiger skin, had a very difficult time concealing himself. In order to deceive the other earth immortals, he had used an ancient witchcraft to put on the tiger skin.

While the tiger skin still exists, although it doesn't significantly affect his internal cultivation, it does restrict the application of his external supernatural powers.

Now that he has revealed his true form as a nine-tailed white fox, the profound and wondrous power of the Six-Sided Heavenly Movement Divine Technique can be fully displayed.

Following the Thousand-Year Foxfire and the Divine Mirror Projection, a third supernatural power has appeared in the world.

Unlike the previous two, this supernatural power was not created by the original White Fox Celestial, but by an ancient Taoist technique passed down from the Thirty-Three Heavens. After comprehending and learning from it, he obtained this supernatural power.

They also directly adopted the name of that Taoist method—Standing Upright Without Shadow.

The shadow beneath Fu Wan's feet vanished completely, the banner pointing upwards, and all the light and darkness above and below could no longer cast a shadow on him or affect his existence.

It stands upright without casting a shadow, forming its own world and guarding its own destiny. Its essence is unique and unrelated to all things.

Unfortunately, this supernatural power can never be truly mastered in living beings.

Because Fu Wan still harbors fighting spirit and desire, it is impossible for him to remain unrelated to all things.

When this supernatural power was used on him, it could only be maintained for a moment before it would involuntarily regress.

However, even that one moment was enough. Guan Luoyang's strongest moment from top to bottom had already been neutralized by this divine power.

The vacuum energy lost its strongest momentary sharpness, but it still poured down with a thunderous roar.

Fu Wan stomped his foot, and a layer of dark gold immediately expanded from beneath his feet.

The grass on the ground had turned to ash, and the soil had been turned over countless times by the aftershocks of the battle. The moist black soil had been rolled up to the surface of the earth, so it was no longer possible for it to appear smooth.

But after this layer of dark gold was brushed over, the ground shone with the pure luster of gold, flat and smooth, and everything, from the soil to the gravel and branches, looked like real gold.

The fourth supernatural power: turning stone into gold!

Of all the metals and minerals in the world, only gold is not born from the earth, but originates from the light of the sun, born from the divine light of the sun, and is full of the essence of the sun.

The "Turning Stone into Gold" technique in the Six-Sided Heavenly Movement Divine Art is not about using gold as a shield, nor is it about using it as wealth.

Instead, it uses short-term magical intervention to extract the most refined solar essence directly from the endless supply of gold.

It should be known that among the many demon races, apart from the three-legged golden crow and other aberrations, the nature of the other demon races is restrained by the true radiance of the great sun, making it extremely difficult for them to seek the power of the sun's divine abilities.

The fact that the fox-clan celestial being could use such a clever method to grant the fox clan a supernatural power almost equivalent to the true fire of the sun is truly a marvel of ingenuity.

The essence of the sun, like a mist of light, flowed from this golden land, enhancing the demon king who held the flag, and drawing an arc of light blade into the sky.

This ray of solar divine light was of such high quality and pure power that it was in no way inferior to Guan Luoyang's vacuum divine power.

Guan Luoyang dodged to the side and instantly moved to flat ground.

The divine light cleaved through the massive tide of vacuum energy descending from the sky, cutting far into the heavens and transforming into a single, dazzling golden ray before disappearing completely.

"You are indeed strong, but you are too young, and your life is too short. How much persistence and fighting spirit can you possibly have?"

Fu Wanshen laughed loudly and dragged the flag away.

"What I am about to do is something that originated a hundred years ago, something that has been inherited from this hundred years, something that has been accumulated over a hundred years, through 36,500 days and nights, every moment and every minute of every desire."

"You weren't originally from here. You have a bright future ahead of you, do you dare to challenge me to a duel?"

Are you inviting me to risk my life?

Guan Luoyang swept through the air, trailing lightning as he chased after him. "Enlightenment is never something that can be judged by time."

Even today, Guan Luoyang spent far more time as an ordinary, mediocre youth than he spent fighting.

However, some ideas in life don't require thousands of days, tens of thousands of days, or even decades or centuries.

Just that one moment of twilight, that fleeting pause, that one step, that one look back.

From then on, this resolve never wavered.

"The only thing to do with people like you is to kill them."

The Abyss of Heavenly Books is just a few hundred miles away.

Fu Wanshen had already sensed that his most outstanding daughter had been suppressed by Yuan Gong, but this also meant that now, no one in the Abyss of Heavenly Books could stop him.

If he can get ahead of Guan Luoyang, it will be enough for him to accomplish a great deal, to grasp that success, and to achieve that victory.

The Thousand-Year Foxfire, standing upright without casting a shadow, turning stone into gold, and casting a divine mirror, among other six supernatural powers, were unleashed at will by this monster.

At the beginning, there was some stagnation between the various supernatural abilities. During his hundred years of confinement on Thousand Poison Island, although he had secretly cultivated these supernatural abilities, he had not yet used them to truly deal with powerful enemies.

However, faced with the immense pressure from Guan Luoyang, he had already grasped the essence of these supernatural abilities after using them only once, and could use them effortlessly and appropriately in every instance.

Their battle has spread over a hundred miles and even further.

The nine-tailed demon king suddenly turned around and thrust the banner forward.

It was as if a huge, incredibly vibrant flower was blooming in the air.

The spear was extremely far away, yet the tip of the spear had already appeared in front of Guan Luoyang's chest.

The sixth supernatural power: Flowers bloom at the edge of the sea.

At the ends of the earth, a flower blooms right here!

Guan Luoyang looked down and saw the tip of the spear.

………………

On the southern battlefield of the Abyss of Heavenly Books, the monsters are increasingly losing ground.

However, Yuan Gong's face was already as pale as paper.

With his back against the Resurrection Flower Tree, he sensed the two fiercely battling auras in the distance drawing ever closer.

The aura belonging to Guan Luoyang suddenly dropped significantly, then surged upwards at an alarming rate.

At that moment, Yuan Gong's heartstrings seemed to be severely crushed.

He knew it must have been those two people, no, it must have been that person and that monster who had decided the outcome.

Sure enough, the aura belonging to the Demon King weakened to almost nothing in the next moment.

Yuan Gong felt a sense of relief; it seemed that Guan Luoyang had won.

call--

The golden, hot wind swept across almost a hundred miles, and as it approached, the demon king's aura intensified once more.

Yuan Gong's expression changed drastically.

But he soon realized that he had worried too much.

Those two auras seemed to constantly rise and fall between the thunder of the heavens and the cliffs of the earth.

Such a tragic decline!

Several times, Yuan Gong thought one of them should be dead, but... their battle continued.

It wasn't until a full quarter of an hour later that a figure arrived riding the wind.

The figure had a bushy tail and carried a large flag on its shoulder as it walked past.

Yuan Gong's face instantly turned ashen. He raised his wrist to form a magic seal, but the demon king walked past him under the tree and stepped in front of him, staring intently at the Abyss of Heavenly Book, without shifting his gaze in the slightest.

"this……"

As Yuan Gong hesitated, an extremely strong smell of blood filled his nostrils.

The blood energy was so strong that even the flowers on the Resurrection Tree were afraid of it, and the purple buds shrank even more tightly.

Guan Luoyang appeared next to Yuan Gong, his hands, covered in wet, bloody substance, bracing against the tree trunk.

"Don't worry, he's dead."

"Cough, cough, I must prepare some of the best medicine for my injuries when I go back this time..."

Yuan Gong turned around in disbelief.

Having survived such a battle, this fellow Daoist, whom he had only known for a dozen days, was still alive and standing before him.

Yuan Gong's eyes shone with light, as if he had seen millions of people, and thus they lived.

(End of this chapter)