Chapter 863 806: The Terrace Like a Sundial

Golden Cicada had already forgotten how many times he had seen the same footprints; it seemed that ever since he left the inn, he would always come across a pair of footprints that tugged at his heart wherever he went.

As for why it tugged at his heart, he didn't know.

But that faint, aching feeling kept haunting him.

He had traveled across so many places in the Central Continent, yet the blurred face in his mind never became clear.

He thought about trying to move faster, to see if he could catch up with the person ahead.

However, whenever he had this thought, his body became unbearably uncomfortable, as if it were stopping him.

In that moment, he even felt a brief loss of control over his body.

When he set foot in Yujin Prefecture, the city was as desolate as ever, like a ghost town. Golden Cicada, pondering, walked in a certain direction.

In one of the cells of the dungeon, he saw that pair of footprints again.

This time, a wave of sadness surged through his heart like a tide, and Golden Cicada even foolishly touched his cheek.

There, two lines of tears silently rolled down.

Crying?

A Dharma Aspect actually cried?

This was an incredible thing, and Golden Cicada stood motionless, feeling something was wrong with him.

Suddenly, as the blurred, intertwined face in his mind was about to become clear, a voice broke it.

"Golden Cicada, return!"

It was the voice of Di Liuxin, filled with anger.

He should have arrived at the battlefield where the East and West Realms converge, but he had delayed too long on this side, searching for answers.

In just a few blinks of an eye, Di Liuxin's voice urged again.

He could no longer hesitate, nor did he dare to. After quickly leaving the cell, he looked at the already desolate city, sighed softly, and turned into a golden light, shooting into the sky.

Coconut had just come out of the cell, aimlessly walking around the city like a walking corpse.

She had searched all the places where she and Yi Xian had once walked together and this was the last place. Yet, she never saw him again.

After days of searching, she had become noticeably thinner, and her expression was haggard.

Suddenly, when a ray of golden light flashed in the distance, her heart inexplicably tightened, and she rushed up without any hesitation.

Even if the golden light was extraordinarily powerful, even if the aura was terrifying, yet...

That familiar feeling made her completely forget all this.

In the midst of his travel, Golden Cicada suddenly felt inexplicably heart-wrenched; he couldn't help but look back, only to see a blurry silhouette. He wanted to stop and take a good look.

But Di Liuxin's urging voice grew colder and more severe.

He dared not delay any longer, so he frowned and disappeared into the sky the next moment.

"Yi Xian!"

Coconut was now crying out loud; she knew that was definitely Yi Xian.

Strength may change, aura may change, but that blurry silhouette will never change.

Di Liuxin's expression had turned frighteningly cold, even filled with murderous intent.

In this plan, a part that should have had no flaw surprisingly had one.

What was Golden Cicada? An artificial Dharma Aspect, a tool, a part of the layout.

To say he was human was only because he occupied someone else's body.

He ultimately couldn't be considered human.

But it was precisely this inhuman thing that delayed his plan.

Below, Yuan Rong had already discovered the secret of the high platform, continuously destroying the stone pillars.

Above, Wujiu relentlessly pursued, determined not to let go.

Overhead, the speed at which the Array descended had significantly slowed.

If the high platform were to be destroyed, then everything the Celestial Dao Sect had done would be in vain, or you could say a thousand years of Celestial Dao Sect's planning would be in vain.

So he couldn't help but be angry; the murderous intent in Di Liuxin's heart kept reverberating within his chest.

Regardless of whether this plan succeeded or not, he had already decided to kill Golden Cicada.

"Still dare to be distracted!"

This was the only time Di Liuxin had heard the same words from other people's mouths, Wujiu stepping on the Asura transforming into a long, dark shadow, killing along with the Dharma Aspect.

Di Liuxin was a step slower; just as the Dharma Aspect's attack clashed, the opponent had already circled behind him; the dark force struck straight into the back of the Dharma Aspect, spreading to his body.

Poof!

This was one of the rare times Di Liuxin got injured; blood, like a frightened cicada, vanished into the sky. In the next moment, in a rage, his aura surged, sweeping away the dark force behind him, and he disengaged from the Dharma Aspect to attack Wujiu.

Their close combat techniques were as fast as lightning, changing positions continuously within moments.

Beside them, two Dharma Aspects were fighting intensely as well.

Han Yu's eyes suddenly sparkled; it seemed the battle situation was changing!

It looked like Yama Hall was turning the tide.

This, for him, is undoubtedly good news.

In this way, he could even avoid taking risks, just needing to watch the spectacle from here and pat his buttocks to leave.

But he ultimately thought too well of it.

Although Yuan Rong couldn't swiftly destroy that large area of stone pillars, he didn't need to completely destroy them, just needed to render them ineffective.

Piece by piece, stone forests kept tumbling down. Amidst the loud booms, they broke into pieces, and visibly, the speed at which the Array was being pulled down slowed once again.

"Haha!"

Yuan Rong laughed heartily, stepping on fierce ghosts, returning to the front of the high platform; this time, he directly controlled the hundred-zhang Dharma Aspect to embrace the high platform.

Similarly, since he didn't need to destroy it, making it ineffective would suffice.

Now, he intended to topple this high platform completely!

But just as he started to act, the Dharma Aspect suddenly halted, with a strange rhythm emanating.

"Hahaha!"

Di Liuxin was also smiling; this was the last insurance of the high platform, or it could be a trap.

Originally, it should have trapped one of the two from the start, but now it has become a backhand move.

Yuan Rong's expression changed dramatically, he couldn't move, no, to be precise, neither he nor his Dharma Aspect could move.

He and the Dharma Aspect seemed to be forcefully absorbed by the high platform, with an endless stream of vitality gradually being drawn away from his body through the Dharma Aspect as a medium.

This scene shocked him, and he immediately prepared to retract his Dharma Aspect, but even more shockingly, not only could he not move his body, but his Spiritual Power was also sealed.

This situation was strikingly similar to the scene when Han Yu embraced the sundial before.

Except the situation was inherently different, Han Yu was holding only a small piece.

But this guy was holding onto something hundreds of times bigger.

"Now I finally understand why the wise old man told me not to rely solely on my body to handle everything."

Han Yu sighed inwardly; the fate of this guy was the best example.

If it had been the old me facing such a situation, I probably would have rushed straight in, right!

The wise old man was right, those old ghosts in the Divine Dao Realm have so many tricks, they don't even need to destroy my body to play me to death!

Currently, Yuan Rong couldn't retract his Dharma Aspect nor make any movement, and could only stand dumbfounded atop the Asura, allowing his vitality to continuously flood into the high platform via the ghostly mediator.

"Quick, come help me get free!"

He couldn't help but shout loudly.

Wu Jiu's expression changed and was about to leap down, but this time it was Di Liuxin who entangled him.

"Damn thing."

Wu Jiu gritted his teeth in anger.

"Stay behind!"

Di Liuxin already pointed with a cold smile, and a powerful airwave erupted, blasting out brilliant colors.

Seeing the fierce battle above, Han Yu's heart sank again.

Damn, what are these old ghosts doing with all the twists and turns.

Just wanted to say that I only needed to watch the show, now it's missing so quickly?

"So in the end, do I still need to intervene?"

Han Yu sighed helplessly; if he wanted to take the high platform, it wasn't a big problem, he just needed to buy enough time, and the West River Slash could destroy it.

Just as he was about to take action, a battered figure shot up from below.

Han Yu was stunned, and his expression turned strange.

So this old ghost isn't dead yet!

The old ghost in Han Yu's mouth was Wu Tang; after taking a fierce Sword Intent attack from Di Liuxin, this guy disappeared, and he thought he was dead.

Unexpectedly, he was just seriously injured; his life is undeniably tough.

"I'm coming!"

Wu Tang shouted angrily; the Dharma Aspect continued to condense, and when it appeared, a seventy-zhang Dharma Aspect had already formed.

He was once able to knock Han Yu off the stone platform, and now he's probably planning to repeat the trick.

A powerful force transmitted from the Dharma Aspect's hand, and the next moment it struck directly at the ghostly Dharma Aspect.

Indeed, Yuan Rong was not directly touching the high platform, as long as the ghostly Dharma Aspect could be destroyed, Yuan Rong would surely be able to escape.

But what he did not expect was that even with a full-force strike, he could not shake the ghostly figure at all.

"If you can't break the Dharma Aspect, then hit me."

Yuan Rong hurriedly urged loudly.

After all, his physical body was not as tough as the Asura, if he couldn't budge the Asura, he could at least budge him.

Wu Tang hesitated for a while, afraid of accidentally blasting him to death.

"Don't just stand there, quick, the array is coming down again."

To Wu Tang's surprise, Yuan Rong was ruthless enough to himself as well and spoke coldly after glancing up at the top.

Wu Tang gritted his teeth and struck again, fiercely slapping at the tiny figure atop the Asura's head.

Puff!

Yuan Rong spat out a mouthful of blood, stunned.

Not only was he stunned, but Wu Tang was too.

Why couldn't he move?

Indeed, Yuan Rong was like being nailed to the ghostly head, without moving an inch.

"Again!"

Yuan Rong shouted, refusing to give up.

Wu Tang nodded with a stern face, and this time used all his strength, with a sudden clap of thunder, it was the sound from the Dharma Aspect's strike.

Crash!

The ground shook and the sky trembled.

Ugh!

This time Yuan Rong didn't spit blood, he vomited.

Bile came spurting out with the blood.

Wu Tang no longer needed reminders, he struck again, slapping with three consecutive palms.

Thunder roared, and the earth shook with bangs.

The storm of thunder and wind, the figure was swaying, yet no sign of him leaving the ghost's hold.

This scene was truly absurd!

Han Yu almost stared blankly, and then couldn't help but nearly burst into laughter.

Although the situation was quite serious now, Wu Tang and Yuan Rong truly seemed like a double act, too amusing.

Wu Tang wanted to continue trying, but Yuan Rong couldn't help but speak up.

"Maybe you should hit the ghost instead..."