Chapter 836 - 578: The Bead and the Bronze Gate (Part 3)

"Buzz——"

Zhang Jie raised his hand, forming a Finger Technique, and Dao Rhyme flowed between his flicking fingers.

Inside the small temple, the statue resembling him began to shine with golden light.

The golden light pierced through the temple’s roof, shooting straight to Yun Xiao, dyeing the morning mist with golden splendor.

The entire small temple trembled slightly, beams and pillars roaring, as if a hidden army of thousands was within.

"Suppress the demon!"

Zhang Jie let out a low shout, and the statue’s golden light grew even stronger.

Seven streams of condensed golden light burst from the statue, like seven golden dragons swirling in the air, finally forming a giant golden wheel print over a yard in diameter.

The wheel print was filled with dense Dao Patterns.

Each one reverberated with fierce demon-suppressing power, the Runes shimmered, vaguely echoing Daoist songs, crushing toward the middle-aged Daoist.

The middle-aged Daoist was fully focused on subduing a lustrous white bead when he sensed the immense pressure behind him and instinctively turned around.

Seeing the crushing golden wheel print, he showed a hint of surprise, his lips curling into a playful arc:

"Oh? Interesting."

"A mere cultivator in the mid to late Qi Refining stage can conjure Foundation Establishment level magic."

"The cultivation system in this world is indeed peculiar."

"The Immortal Dao isn’t quite Immortal Dao, nor is the Divine Dao truly Divine Dao, it’s utterly incongruous!"

"However, such crude methods are... insignificant for me!"

The middle-aged Daoist pointed with his fingers, as a streak of black light instantly shot out, directly colliding with the golden wheel print.

"Crack——"

The golden wheel print abruptly disintegrated, transforming into scattered golden light, slowly dissolving into the air.

In the temple, that ancient and solemn statue also appeared with dense cracks, shattering in the next moment, scattering debris everywhere.

Connected to Zhang Jie’s Heart Spirit, the destroyed statue caused him intense chest pain, and he spewed a mouthful of blood onto the stone steps in front, dyeing it red.

His face turned pale as paper, his True Qi chaotic and uncontrollable, his steps staggering almost to the ground.

At this moment, the lustrous white bead at his brow exploded with dazzling Spirit Light again.

A gentle white light circled him once, soaking him like warm water, barely stabilizing his stance.

The middle-aged Daoist watched, his eyes more surprised, then transformed into strong interest, chuckling lightly:

"Interesting, truly interesting. I distinctly sensed that this bead is a masterless object; why does it protect you?"

He stared at Zhang Jie, a flash of realization and greed in his eyes, his tone increasingly sinister:

"So it is, celestial chance!"

"Haha, my favorites are seizing celestial chances and cutting off paths!"

His tone suddenly turned sharp, engulfing with supreme demonic power.

The middle-aged Daoist shouted harshly:

"Dare to contend with me, yet not atone with death?"

The moment this word came out, it instantly shrouded Zhang Jie.

His mind went blank, eyes dazed and scattered, his True Qi rampaging uncontrollably, thick True Qi gathering in his palm, slowly raising it toward his own head.

"Impertinent!"

At the critical moment, an angry shout descended from the sky, like thunderclaps.

The void suddenly rippled, a purple glow flashing, transforming into a Daoist in a purple robe, with a stern face, holding a three-foot Ancient Sword.

The Daoist in the Purple Robe flicked his sleeve.

A force instantly enveloped Zhang Jie, calming his chaotic True Qi like a spring breeze turning rain.

Meanwhile, a clear light infused into Wei Xin’s body, dispelling the illusion power in his Divine Soul, awakening him from confusion.

Wei Xin shuddered violently, abruptly returning to clarity.

Seeing the scene clearly, his face turned white, hurriedly bowing in greeting:

"Greetings, Daoist!"

With the appearance of the Daoist in the Purple Robe, the middle-aged Daoist’s face finally discarded all nonchalance, showing a degree of seriousness.

His gaze fixed on the Daoist in the Purple Robe, his Demonic Qi circulating surreptitiously, his tone wary and probing:

"I am Daoist Shen; who might you be? Are you the Sovereign of this world, the Celestial King?"

The Daoist in the Purple Robe snorted coldly, his voice chilling to the bone:

"I am Bai Gongming, Divine Officer of the Sovereign Chen Holy Celestial King’s seat!"

"Demon Dao from beyond, intruding on our Dao Country’s domain, harming our Dao Country cultivators, surrender now, what are you waiting for?"

A chill instantly seized Daoist Shen’s heart, realizing danger.

He had roughly investigated the cultivation sequence after invading this world.

From bottom to top, it is divided into nine levels, the lowest Ninth Sequence [Returning to the Profound Faith] is only at the early Qi Refining stage.

The Eighth Sequence [Returning to the Profound Talented Practitioner] is merely mid to late Qi Refining.

Following this calculation, the top-level cultivators of this world, at best, reach the Nascent Soul stage, barely aligning with the world’s power level.

With his Nascent Soul Cultivation, he could have acted freely, seizing celestial chances.

Yet he never expected that suddenly a Fourth Sequence [Protector Deity] would appear.

Just the emanating aura wasn’t inferior to his, even vaguely suppressing him, the purity and grandeur of Dao Rhyme surpassed all cultivators he had encountered.

Such an astonishing level gap is truly overwhelming!

Reflecting on the Sovereign Chen Holy Celestial King, Daoist Shen felt even more apprehensive.

This inconspicuous small world turned out to harbor Flood Dragons in shallow waters!

Bai Gongming, however, disregarded his calculations, his gaze chilling directly striking.

With a sway of his form, he took a step forward, causing ripples in the surrounding void, like water waves spreading.

His speed reached the extreme, almost turning into a purple glow, instantly arriving before Daoist Shen, forcefully tearing the air, leaving a long black track.

"Clang——"

A crisp sword cry resonated through the heavens and earth, causing mountains to tremble, clouds disintegrating.

Bai Gongming’s three-foot Ancient Sword abruptly unsheathed, the blade emitting dazzling purple-gold light.