Chapter 269 - 149: Thousand Yin Ghost Clouds, A Sword From Ten Thousand Li

Chapter 269: Chapter 149: Thousand Yin Ghost Clouds, A Sword From Ten Thousand Li

Yue Zilin knew he couldn’t afford to be reckless, yet he couldn’t suppress his urgency. He pressed his attack relentlessly, but the Daoist Nun parried his every move with ease. Worse, as his Wood God Thunder faded, the other man was freed up to dispatch more Ghost Soldiers. Soon, Yue Zilin was completely surrounded.

He dodged a lash from the Daoist Nun’s vermilion sash, but it left him no time to evade the next attack. Suddenly, a Ghost Soldier thrust a halberd into his abdomen. Though his treasured robes protected him, a layer of ghastly frost instantly formed on the fabric, sending a chill through Yue Zilin’s body and soul.

’It seems breaking out of here won’t be easy,’ Yue Zilin thought with a bitter laugh. He had, in fact, already prepared for this. If he truly couldn’t escape, his only option was to risk everything on a single, final strike. He would blast open a path, send out the signal talisman, and consider his mission complete.

And it looked as though that was his only option now.

Yue Zilin steeled himself and gave the Daoist Nun one last, deep look, preparing to activate his technique. The Daoist Nun’s Spiritual Sense flared, and a sudden, heart-pounding premonition seized her. It wasn’t Yue Zilin’s impending attack she had sensed. Instead, her gaze shot toward the heavens.

At the same time, Yue Zilin also seemed to sense something. He abruptly halted his technique, forcefully absorbing the backlash. Trickles of blood seeped from his nose, ears, and mouth, but he had no time to care. He strained his ears, listening.

BOOM!

An earth-shattering explosion ripped through the air. Far above, beyond the reach of his sight, a streak of light violently tore through the dark clouds. A hurricane-like Gang Wind erupted, sweeping for miles and instantly clearing away the dreary, endless rain.

"Who’s there?" Though in different locations, the withered Daoist and the beautiful Daoist Nun both started in shock. Their gazes fixed on the disturbance, not daring to look away for even a second as they raised their guard to the absolute highest.

The streak of light in the sky dispersed, revealing a white-robed Daoist with an ethereal, celestial grace. He descended step by step, as if treading on an invisible staircase. A boundless, majestic Magical Power, brazenly announced, surged downward. Instantly, everyone and everything between heaven and earth—be it human, ghost, or monster—that possessed any awareness felt an immense pressure, as if mountains and oceans were crashing down upon them. Their bodies and spirits sank under the weight.

’Tai Su Magical Power... and so immense! Which senior brother has come to my aid?’ Yue Zilin was intimately familiar with the nature of this boundless power. His alarm instantly turned to joyous relief.

Seeing the look on his face, the Daoist Nun’s expression grew even darker. ’This is bad,’ she thought. ’I can’t stay here. I need to call for Senior Brother...’

The thought had barely crossed her mind when she saw the Daoist’s gaze fall upon the Thousand Yin Ghost Clouds. A brilliant golden light erupted from behind him. A closer look revealed it to be an endless torrent of golden flames. The torrent rolled downward and plunged into the Thousand Yin Ghost Clouds, like a spark landing in a wok of hot oil, instantly igniting a massive inferno!

Wherever the golden flames touched, countless Ghost Soldiers were incinerated into ash before they could even scream. The pitch-black clouds, formed from the ghostly yin energy of the soldiers, couldn’t resist for even a second before being silently annihilated.

"Great Sun True Flame!" The Daoist Nun’s eyes widened in shock. She didn’t hesitate for another moment. Coiling her vermilion sash around her, she kicked up a fragrant breeze and shot away, trying to escape the Ghost Clouds.

Great Sun True Flame was the ultimate expression of yang and resilience, the bane of all yin-aligned, ghostly creatures. With a sea of Great Sun True Flame like this crashing down, forget the Thousand Yin Ghost Clouds—her senior brother, who specialized in such ghastly arts, was surely a dead man himself. She had no intention of staying behind to share his fate.

But how could her escape possibly go unnoticed by the Dharma Eye of the Daoist in the sky? His gaze shifted to her location. His lips moved slightly, as if uttering a single, soft word, "Freeze!" The boundless Gang Wind that had just cleared the sky instantly reversed, roaring back upon itself!

An invisible, overwhelming force assaulted her from all sides. The beautiful Daoist Nun hadn’t made it a hundred yards before she was frozen in mid-air. The invisible force constricted her vermilion sash, turning her own weapon against her and binding her tightly. She was a pathetic sight.

The Daoist Nun’s face paled. She struggled to circulate her Magical Power, her red lips parting to chant a Magic Formula. However, before she could utter a single word, the Daoist in the sky frowned. A heaven-shaking rainbow of light suddenly burst from his waist, streaking past like a bolt of lightning. Before anyone could get a clear look, it had already returned to his side, leaving only a Vermilion Gourd swaying gently at his waist.

A moment later, as if sound itself was struggling to keep up, a deafening thunderclap rolled through the sky. The afterimage of the streaking light coiled around the Daoist Nun’s elegant neck before fading away. Only then did her beautiful head tumble from her shoulders.