IS Chapter 94

Ye Zhuo’s sword left Yu Hu with no way to avoid it.

From his left shoulder to his right rib, he suffered this sword head-on, his body like a clay figure, bisected in mid-air.

The sword was too fast, like a thin layer of snow lightly brushing against flesh and bone. As the sword left, the two segments of his body began to fall, the cut not yet having had time to splatter blood.

But this was the body of a Human Immortal.

A momentary daze flashed across Real Person Yu Hu’s eyes, but his actions did not cease for even a moment. In the next instant, the two halves of his body transformed into scattered smoke, reforming in the southeastern sky as a magnificent, radiant Yuanshen Dharma Image. The semi-transparent light illuminated the entire sky, contending against the red lotus karmic fire that filled the heavens.

Astral Projection? No. His strength seemed to have increased somewhat.

Ye Zhuo watched, seemingly intrigued.

Real Person Yu Hu, being watched, was not nearly so relaxed. Though his Dharma body was solemn, his heart was filled with endless rage!

To be forced to use the Secret Art of Disintegration by such a junior.

The fact that he was still alive did not mean that Ye Zhuo’s sword could not kill him. It was only that he was better at staying alive than others!

Once Disintegration was used, the soul would inevitably be wounded. With his physical body lost, ascension was hopeless.

His only option now was to gamble, to bet that this monstrous being in the late stage of Tribulation Transcendence could not sustain such a fierce battle for long, could not wield such a sword in rapid succession!

But Real Person Yu Hu’s wish was destined to be in vain.

Frost-like sword edges came from the sky, each strike colder than the last, each strike more intense. All of this made Yu Hu feel as though he were hallucinating, as if the ground were a glacier and the sky a sea of blood.

His offensive was cut off by the sword intent, his Daoist techniques blocked by Buddhist principles. He had no way to ascend to heaven, no door to descend to earth.

Having transformed into a Yuanshen body, he should have been able to strike at the root and directly attack the opponent’s Yuanshen. But when Yu Hu finally seized the opportunity to attack Ye Zhuo’s Yuanshen, he was shocked to realize that it was as deep and still as a pool, as majestic as a mountain, covered with thousands of layers of lotus petals, impenetrable to wind and rain!

Instead, he was hitting a stone with an egg, suffering a counterattack!

In Yu Hu’s mind, even the incantations to activate his magical treasures became intermittent. In such a situation, anyone’s eyes could only see that one person.

See the perfection of his swordsmanship, see the clarity and dustlessness in his eyes, see the rosy light born from his sleeves, opening Hua lotuses in the wind.

Like fire in blood, like an Immortal in the sky.

Thus, Yu Hu knew that Ye Zhuo had succeeded, succeeding in the oneness of his Dao heart.

And he had failed, failing because his heart was in danger.

But how could this monster not be exhausted yet!

Li Yuan was seeing for the first time that the Yuanshen body could display such a vivid expression of frustration and rage.

The self-cultivation of the Main Sect’s Real Persons still needed improvement.

As for what Yu Hu was planning, it was easy to guess: he was trying to drag things out, hoping to wait until Ye Zhuo’s cultivation was exhausted before launching a counterattack.

Such an idea, like the Ghost Emperor’s, fell into the category of being particularly original.

When he had first come to the human world, and Ye Zhuo was still in the Body Integration stage, the Dao Sect’s Tai Hao and Tai Zi had already tried the idea of sealing off his spiritual energy to exhaust Ye Zhuo to death.

The identity of the one who died in the end need not be stated.

At that time, Ye Zhuo was not so restricted; now, he was a Tribulation Transcendence Sword Cultivator, possessing the Lotus-Born Immortal Body.

How empty and ethereal was this man’s Dao heart, and how stable was his foundation.

Just the Lotus-Born Immortal Body itself could accommodate spiritual power almost comparable to half a True Dragon’s body, not to mention the extremely pure spiritual power refined by the Immortal Body.

Moreover, Sect Master Lin had said that the Lotus-Born Immortal Body could cultivate all techniques. The Yin energy and ghost energy of the Ghost Realm could also be used by Ye Zhuo to replenish himself at any time.

Oh, and this man also cultivated his body.

Wanting to exhaust Ye Zhuo, Li Yuan felt that Real Person Yu Hu should think about how to offer sacrifices to his old bones.

“Is this your archenemy?” Suddenly, Jun Shaoliu’s suspicious question came from his ear, “If he’s like this, can you really beat him?”

The Ghost Emperor himself hadn’t improved in years; did he think others hadn’t improved either? Li Yuan replied, “We’ve fought before. It was a draw.”

Jun Shaoliu: “A real fight?”

“A real fight.”

“I don’t believe it.” Jun Shaoliu said, “If it could be a draw, I think Dao Friend Ye must have one trick he hasn’t used yet.”

“What trick?”

Jun Shaoliu was eager to try: “Naturally, a beauty trap.”

Li Yuan quietly glanced at him.

The battle in the sky continued, and Yu Hu suffered another sword strike. His Yuanshen was much dimmer than it had been at the beginning.

Seeing that Ye Zhuo’s aura was not decreasing but increasing, becoming more and more powerful, Yu Hu knew that trying to “drag” things out was wishful thinking. Even prolonging his life was impossible. He immediately shouted, “Yu Shan!”

Real Person Yu Shan, distracted from the overwhelming talisman offensive, recognized the situation. He knew that Yu Hu had reached the end of his rope.

Once Ye Zhuo truly killed Yu Hu, he would be the target of public criticism.

His only option now was to switch places with Yu Hu on the battlefield, to have him, who had not yet suffered any real injuries, face Ye Zhuo, while Yu Hu dealt with Shen Jingzhen, which would buy them some time.

There were more than just the two of them who could come from the Main Sect!

The two exchanged a glance and made their decision.

But how to escape?

He hadn’t felt it before, but now that he had the intention of escaping, Yu Hu scanned his surroundings with his divine sense and suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

He was watching Ye Zhuo, but wasn’t Ye Zhuo also watching him?

Every wisp of flame in this mid-air, every flying speck of blood, every trace of Buddhist lotus ash, seemed like Ye Zhuo’s eyes in the void.

As if there was another towering Dharma body of a Buddha in the void, looking down on all living beings. Every move he made was known to these eyes.

And was under the sword.

He could not escape.

Just like the next sword, he could not escape either. If he could not escape, he would be destroyed in body and soul.

At the moment of life and death, everything seemed to slow down.

He could see the clear, icy sword light slowly moving towards him, like the Milky Way hanging upside down.

Yu Hu wanted to avoid it, but his movements were also so slow. Although he felt that several breaths had passed, he could not move even a fraction.

Even the sound was gone.

In the atmosphere of complete silence, there was a soft sigh.

“Floating life is like a sojourn.” After the sigh, the voice said, “Years urge each other on.”

Ye Zhuo did not move.

Shen Jingzhen slowly looked towards the newcomer in the delayed time.

The newcomer held a burning white candle in his hand, also wearing a chaotic Main Sect gray Daoist robe, but his face was as young as that of a twenty or thirty-year-old youth.

However, the compassion in his expression contained a trace of frost-like melancholy, unlike that of a young person.

Shen Jingzhen knew who he was.

The Main Sect’s Real Person, Yu Lou.

The Great Dao of Time, fully accomplished.

Real Person Yu Hu breathed a sigh of relief, the color of surviving a disaster slowly appearing in his eyes. Cultivators in the same realm were also different from each other. The Dao he cultivated was greatly diminished when it left the human world. Yu Lou had comprehended the Great Dao of Time from the realm, and it was still useful even in the Ghost Realm.

With time frozen, Ye Zhuo, who was about to take his life, was also restricted. He understood Yu Lou’s methods. After spending a few more breaths in this time, Yu Lou would be able to adapt to the situation. While others were trapped by time, he could act as usual. Next, he only needed to use thunderous methods to calmly annihilate these troublemakers.

Thinking this, Yu Hu saw Ye Zhuo smile lightly.

In fact, during the exchange of blows, everything happened in a flash of lightning, not like this, quietly taking in every frown and movement of this person.

He saw that the sword edge was still in mid-air, the bright red sleeves and dark black hair also slowly fluttering in the air.

He was smiling.

That was a cold, arrogant sneer.

But it was like slowly coloring a heavy ink painting, creating a soul-stirring masterpiece for posterity.

The smiling person slowly looked in a certain direction.

Thus, Yu Hu also looked down in this infinitely drawn-out time.

It was that dilapidated ten-zhang opera stage.

On the stage, light flowed.

Stroke after stroke, mysterious array patterns emerged out of thin air, almost completely formed.

Seeing those familiar array patterns, Li Yuan remembered many things from the human world.

For example, the wind and sand that filled the sky, for example, the backyard of the Upper Purity Mountain.

What did Brother Wei Sheng call this formation of his?

Oh, a teleportation array.

Li Yuan raised his eyes and met Ye Zhuo’s knowing gaze.

In fact, this exchange of glances probably had no meaning. He only felt that Ye Zhuo at this time was so beautiful that it made people’s heads spin.

In that void realm, who else was Brother Wei Sheng with?

Many people.

In the silent Ghost Realm, a slow, gentle voice suddenly sounded.

“How lively.” Wei Sheng Xian stood in the center of the stage, looked around, and smiled.

Beside him, Yin Ye, who had not yet understood, wore a beaming smile, the flowing light behind him changing rapidly.

Behind him, the Red Dust Sword Immortal and a group of disciples from the Red Dust Sword Sect looked up at Ye Zhuo in tacit agreement. The Second Elder of the Sword Sect looked around at the Main Sect people in confusion: “Yi Zhen, where is this? What are they doing?”

Su Yizhen raised his eyes lightly, his gaze sweeping over the Ghost Emperor and the three Real Persons of the Main Sect. The Sect Master of the Great Mountain Sect and Elder Pu exchanged a glance, finding that each other’s faces were green.

Of course, those who came were not only the sects who had witnessed Ye Zhuo snatching the inheritance pearl in the Jing Mountain Array. On the way to the Ghost Realm, other sects saw their group so mighty and felt that there were profits to be made, so they joined in droves. When the legendary Palace Master Wei Sheng, who could pinpoint spiritual veins, claimed to have an ancient teleportation array that could lead everyone to a treasure land, they naturally accepted the invitation to enter the array with joy. At this time, they only felt a dead silence.

Of course, the most confused among them were the elders and disciples of the Hongmeng Sect.

Being teleported to the Ghost Realm by a great array seemed to bring earth-shattering changes, but the first thing the Hongmeng Sect elders saw was Shen Xinge, who had been lost for a long time. The red that filled the sky was very eye-catching, but they were more concerned about their sect’s blue.

The Little Daoist of Xin Ge, after being lost, was not missing any arms or legs. He was seriously resting his chin on his hand, staying on the roof with the Micro-Snow Palace member who had snatched the inheritance pearl and was suspected to be a Jiao dragon.

On the same roof, there was also a great ghost with beautiful clothes and an extraordinary aura, standing leisurely.

The three seemed to be getting along well, their eyes looking in the same direction. The only flaw was that the ruins under the roof were fully armed with soldiers from the Ghost Realm.

And in the sky, their Sect Master was fighting fiercely with the Dao-Protecting Real Person, the character “Kill” flying all over the sky.

Everything seemed to be a dream.

Where in the world had the damned Pill Cauldron Sect gone?