The wedding was livestreamed by the sister, revealing his identity as a Taoist priest.

At the edge of the abyss, the cold wind was like a knife.

Qingyuanzi's voice echoed above the empty sinkhole.

Chen Shidu stood at the very edge of the cliff, his expression completely calm.

"move."

In short, it was decisive and efficient.

Yu Chenzi closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, the worry in his eyes had been replaced by determination.

"Belongs to Yulong Temple!"

He suddenly drew the long steel sword from his back, its blade pointing straight at the sky.

"exist!"

The six elders roared in unison.

"Form the Big Dipper Formation! Defend the exit of the abyss to the death!"

"Follow the law!"

Seven figures instantly dispersed, occupying seven positions on the edge of the abyss.

Seven longswords were drawn simultaneously, their sword energy crisscrossing and completely covering the exit of the sinkhole.

They are the guardians of Kunlun Mountain.

They couldn't stop the Celestial Master from activating the seal.

But if the blood corpses emerge, they will have no choice but to die as martyrs.

Chen Shidu did not turn around to look at them.

Raise your right hand, bring your index and middle fingers together, forming a sword finger.

It slashes downwards in mid-air.

"Snap!"

On the wall of the abyss, the first bronze pillar, as thick as an adult's thigh, shattered without warning.

Then came the second one, the third one...

A piercing cracking sound echoed in the abyss.

Thirty-six bronze pillars were snapped in half in unison.

The thirty-six bronze chains lost their tension and snapped instantly, producing a deafening explosion.

The seal has been broken!

The next moment, a roar that defied description echoed from the bottom of the abyss.

That wasn't the roar of a wild beast.

It sounds more like the mournful cries of thousands of men, women, the elderly, and children in extreme pain.

"boom!"

The viscous, blood-red mist suddenly erupted.

Blood mist shot into the sky and crashed violently into the Heavenly Dipper Sword Net.

A layer of dark red frost instantly formed on the surrounding rocks.

Within the blood mist, the enormous mass of flesh that had been chained up began to swell.

It has no fixed shape, resembling a mountain of flesh made up of countless distorted human faces.

Every face was gaping and biting, oozing blackish-red pus and blood.

The Blood Corpse of Ten Thousand Resentments is born.

A terrifying aura of malevolence pressed down on the surroundings like a tidal wave.

Yu Chenzi, who was the first to be hit, groaned, his face turned deathly pale, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Hang in there!

Qingyuanzi's eyes were bloodshot as he recklessly poured his inner energy into the longsword.

But it didn't work.

The power of the blood corpse is something that even a Golden Core cultivator cannot contend with.

The murderous aura rebounded from the sword net, causing all six elders to cough up blood simultaneously.

The Sword Net is on the verge of collapse.

despair.

Yu Chenzi looked at the mountain of flesh that was about to burst out of the abyss, and his heart sank to the bottom.

too strong.

Sealed for a thousand years, the monster's resentment not only did not dissipate, but instead devoured the yin energy of the earth's veins.

"Celestial Master!"

Yu Chenzi swallowed the blood that surged up his throat and roared hoarsely.

"This evil spirit is too ferocious! You must retreat! We seven will burn our golden cores to buy you the time it takes for an incense stick to burn!"

Qingyuanzi also became anxious, and his bones cracked under the pressure.

"Master! You can't fight this head-on! Let us lend you a hand!"

Chen Shidu stood still, his plain robe fluttering wildly in the wind from the raging blood energy.

He tilted his head slightly, glancing at the seven swaying old Taoist priests out of the corner of his eye.

"Step back."

The sound wasn't loud, but it pierced through the wailing and clearly reached the ears of the seven people.

"Celestial Master! This blood corpse..."

Yu Chenzi wanted to persuade him again.

"I said, step back."

Chen Shidu's tone turned cold.

"No need for help, you're just in the way."

Is it... in the way?

The seven top masters of the prestigious Jade Dragon Temple were not even qualified to be cannon fodder in the eyes of the Celestial Master.

In the brief moment of their conversation, the Blood Corpse of Ten Thousand Resentments had already reached the edge of the abyss.

Hundreds upon hundreds of tentacles formed from flesh and blood rained down on Chen Shidu.

Chen Shidu finally made a move.

Slowly open your right palm, facing upwards.

A ghostly blue light suddenly shone, dispelling the surrounding blood mist.

Yangping Zhidu Gong Seal!

The seal spun and rose into the air, swelling in the wind and instantly transforming into the size of a small mountain.

The dragon-shaped seal knob seemed to come alive, emitting a dragon's roar that shook the heavens.

The seal's relief characters at the bottom burst forth with dazzling, eerie blue lightning.

That is the purest source of thunder magic in the world.

"town."

Chen Shidu parted his lips slightly.

The enormous, dark blue jade seal, carrying earth-shattering thunderous power, crashed down.

"Bang!"

The countless fleshy tentacles instantly vaporized upon contact with the lightning, like ice meeting boiling water.

The jade seal smashed into the massive mountain of flesh of the Blood Corpse of Ten Thousand Resentments without any hindrance.

Countless dark blue lightning bolts, like chains, spread along the jade seal, pinning the blood corpse to the spot.

one strike.

Just one strike.

Yu Chenzi and the others, who had retreated to a distance of ten zhang, could barely hold their swords.

The seven old Taoist priests stared wide-eyed at the jade seal radiating boundless thunderous power, their minds completely blank.

Is this the power of the Celestial Master?

Is this the power of Yangping Zhidu Gong Seal?

The monstrous creature that drove them to the brink of despair was no different from an insect in the hands of the Celestial Master.

Chen Shidu's actions did not stop.

Suppressing the blood corpses is only the first step.

He came here to collect the betrothal gifts.

Chen Shidu took a step forward, his feet leaving the ground, and floated in mid-air, reaching the top of the abyss.

He retracted his sword finger and raised his right index finger to lightly tap the air.

Pure golden light emanated from her fingertips.

Using heaven and earth as paper, and spiritual energy as ink.

Chen Shidu began to draw talismans.

With the first stroke, golden light traced a long trail in the dark abyss.

The second stroke, the third stroke...

His movements were extremely fast and fluid.

One by one, extremely complex golden runes, full of the essence of the Great Dao, took shape in mid-air.

These runes did not dissipate, but instead intertwined and formed a huge golden array.

The array slowly rotated, exuding an extremely ancient and weathered aura.

This aura even overshadowed the thunderous power of Yang Pingzhi's capital seal.

At the bottom of the abyss, the dragon vein, which had been suppressed by the blood corpse, seemed to sense something and began to tremble violently.

The rumbling of the dragon vein echoed the sound of the array diagram operating.

Yu Chenzi stood at a distance, staring intently at the ever-growing golden array diagram in mid-air.

He was an expert in battle formations, and he could recite the ancient battle formation diagrams in the Jade Dragon Temple Library by heart.

But now he was stunned.

He doesn't understand.

The runes and energy flow on that array diagram were completely beyond his 120 years of understanding.

That formation was not meant for killing or defense.

It was more like a process of... stripping away and reshaping.

"Sect Leader..."

Qingyuanzi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his voice trembling, his eyes fixed on Chen Shidu in mid-air.

"The Celestial Master... he's all alone, where exactly is he in Bush's formation?"

Yu Chenzi did not answer.

The turbulent flow of spiritual energy and the lingering power of the thunder forced the seven of them to retreat once again.

The oppressive feeling only lessened slightly after they retreated outside the stone gate.

The group stood at the stone gate, looking at the young figure in the center of the abyss.

The blood-soaked corpses below the abyss continued their frantic assault on the lightning net, while the dragon vein, guided by the array diagram, also began to struggle violently.

Two completely different yet equally destructive forces collided violently in the abyss.

Celestial Master... Can one person really withstand this level of backlash?