One divination a day, a trainee celestial master

Chapter 397 Big Mirage

On the cliff top, everyone's hands and feet were ice-cold! The legendary general of the underworld, recorded in mythological texts, who wielded the power of punishment in the netherworld!!

Ox-headed Ah-bang!

Are you kidding me?! This isn't even a power from the same dimension!

Even a sneeze from an existence of that level would be enough to annihilate these junior Daoist disciples!

Beneath the abyss altar of the Fallen Yin Sect, there really stands a true god of the underworld?!

however.

Among this group of proud young men, who were so terrified they were practically closing their eyes and waiting to die.

Jiang Shou was still standing.

Not only did he not retreat a single step, but even the hem of his black special forces uniform did not sway even slightly under this terrifying pressure.

He stood there, straight at the very front of the cliff edge.

With his hands hanging naturally at his sides, he quietly gazed at the enormous, dark black figure below.

"..."

then.

He tilted his head slightly.

The movement was so light that it was almost imperceptible.

It's like someone who happens to see something that looks familiar, but something just doesn't feel right.

Although this was indeed the first time Jiang Shou had ever seen "Niu Tou A Bang" in his life.

However, he had already had several contacts with Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu, although the two were quite friendly and restrained their aura when they met with him.

But before that, he had actually fought a direct battle with another underworld general, Horse-face Kui Ming, in front of the Hundred Souls Tower in Linchuan Prefecture.

(Well... although in that brief encounter, he was running away in a sorry state the whole time, completely unable to fight back.)

But because of that direct confrontation, Jiang Shou had a deep understanding of the terrifying aura of the true Yin God from Fengdu in the Nine Netherworld. It was a kind of cold and desolate aura that carried the inviolable laws of the underworld and severed all cycles of life and death.

And what about this enormous bull's head in front of us?

Compared to the horse-faced Kui Ming who tore through the sky with his halberd and stepped out of the void, the bull-headed creature before him, though massive and imposing, seemed to Jiang Shou to be... all show and no substance.

It only has an imposing aura, but it lacks the primordial energy unique to the Nine Netherworld!

This discovery further confirmed Jiang Shou's suspicion.

"Buzz..."

A soft sword rang out.

Jiang Shou's right hand now held a small bronze dagger, no bigger than a palm.

The patina on the sword was mottled and inconspicuous in the hazy, murky light of the abyss.

Then, looking at the giant shadow at the bottom of the abyss, he asked a strange question:

"That bull's head..."

"Why is it empty?"

"..."

On the cliff top, everyone who was terrified and desperate because of the bull's imposing aura was completely stunned when they heard Jiang Shou's inexplicable words.

"..."

Ye Chengzheng struggled against the oppressive force, turning his head with difficulty. His face, flushed red, was filled with bewilderment.

"……What?"

Tao Qingci knelt on the ground, staring blankly at Jiang Shou's tall and straight back, her usually cold eyes now filled with confusion.

Zhang Lingqiu's brows furrowed suddenly.

Empty?

What's empty?!

The terrifying pressure that made them unable to stand and almost crushed them still pressed down on everyone's chest like a vast black ocean.

Jiang Shou did not turn around.

He remained standing at the very front of the cliff, silently gazing at the colossal, dark figure below.

"It's actually empty."

He calmly repeated it again.

"Because I have seen the horse-faced demon Kui Ming. That kind of true Yin law cannot be imitated by simply accumulating Yin energy."

Jiang Shou paused for a moment.

"And you didn't know that, did you?"

……

"..."

then.

Jiang Shou slowly turned his head.

His gaze passed over the few Taoist prodigies behind him, some kneeling and some squatting, their faces filled with bewilderment and horror.

It fell to the very end of the line.

That figure who always huddled at the very back of the crowd, the one who seemed the least noticeable.

……

"Qin Lang?" Jiang Shou called softly.

"..."

"……what?"

Qin Lang suddenly raised his head.

His young, slightly childish face was now filled with the same fear and confusion as everyone else's. His lips were still trembling, and his eyes were wide open like a frightened rabbit, completely oblivious to what Jiang Shou was saying.

"Brother Jiang... what are you saying?"

Qin Lang's voice trembled, and he looked like he was about to cry, "What horse-faced demon? What empty-headed demon... that bull-headed demon is coming to kill us!"

Jiang Shou looked at him.

He didn't speak.

……

next moment.

"Buzz!!!"

A vast surge of Supreme True Essence poured in wildly!

The small bronze dagger in Jiang Shou's hand, which was originally inconspicuous, suddenly grew larger!

One inch.

one foot.

Three feet two inches!

"Crackling sound!!!"

Wild, blue arcs of lightning, like ferocious dragons, raged and exploded across the blade of the [Lightning Strike] sword!

The blinding, dazzling pure yang lightning tore through this murky, oppressive gray space in an instant, illuminating the entire cliff top in a ghastly white light!

……

The pale lightning also illuminated Qin Lang's face.

That face still held just the right amount of fear.

It was still a perfectly timed sense of bewilderment.

It was still that timid little Taoist priest from Yunmeng Mountain who called out "Brother Jiang" in a timid manner.

but.

Under the glare of those menacing arcs of lightning.

In those eyes, which were etched with panic...

The deepest part.

But it was all cold.

There was not a trace of warmth, not a single human emotion, only a chilling stillness and mockery.

"Clang!!!"

……

Without any warning, without a single wasted word, and without giving anyone present time to react.

Jiang Shou transformed into a bolt of lightning!

That lightning-blue sword light, carrying the might of a raging heaven, slashed out horizontally, with an overwhelming and deadly force, directly aimed at Qin Lang, who was standing at the back of the group!

……

"Jiang Shou——?!!"

"stop--!!"

Ye Cheng's incredulous roar, Tao Qingci's horrified scream, and Zhang Lingqiu's sudden outstretched hand, attempting to stop him...

It's all too late.

……

"Snap!!!"

……

That sword strike landed squarely and mercilessly.

then.

……

It cleaved through the air?!

……

No.

It's not splitting in mid-air.

Instead, the violent lightning sword light seemed to have struck a hard yet illusory mirror!

"Click..."

……

A soft yet crisp cracking sound rang out.

Qin Lang still maintained that panicked expression with his mouth slightly open.

But it started from the space between his eyebrows.

A thin, black crack appeared without warning. It resembled a slender black snake, slowly spreading downwards.

It passed through his terrified nose, through his slightly parted lips, and through his fragile neck.

"Click...click click..."

……

Then, that face shattered.

There was no gushing blood, no flying flesh and blood.

They were pieces, pitch-black fragments.

It was like a shattered black mirror. The fragments paused in mid-air for a moment, then turned into specks of black dust and drifted away, revealing the endless darkness within.

"..."

At the top of the cliff, everyone was stunned.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment. Even the terrifying pressure that had been pressing down on their chests, making it hard for them to breathe, seemed to have forgotten its existence.

……

"This...this is..."

Ye Cheng's mouth gaped open, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and his mind went completely blank.

"Click."

Another sound.

……

This time, the voice did not come from Qin Lang, who was fading away.

It's from the top of the head.

"..."

Everyone instinctively looked up at the sky.

……

Above that desolate, gray, abyssal sky.