Chapter 408
**Chapter 341: A Miraculous Turn of Events**
Standing within the celestial formation, Chen Zhangmen felt as if he had regained five thousand years of youth.
He had been a prodigy since childhood, mastering Qi cultivation to surpass the Foundation Establishment stage, able to battle against Golden Elixirs, and even escape the grasp of Nascent Souls.
But after reaching the Nascent Soul stage, he had fought across realms, becoming a legend in the Xuanwei Realm.
Now, however, the old man was experiencing a youthful surge of vigor, achieving a cross-realm battle at the Transformation stage while still in the Nascent Soul realm!
Though it was thanks to the celestial formation and not solely his own power, he understood that this was a miracle he had never dared to dream of before!
Chen Zhangmen glanced at the several Nascent Souls beside him, and he could see the four words written on their faces—“I can fight at the Transformation stage!”
…
Zheng Fa looked at Uncle Pang and the others. Although the Nascent Souls were still excited, their expressions betrayed a hint of fatigue—those within the celestial formation were expending tremendous energy and needed to focus entirely to unleash its full power.
Even with spiritual herbs, complete recovery was difficult.
Not to mention Sister Zhang, whose face was growing paler, clearly nearing her limit.
Zheng Fa made a silent vow: if Cheng Kong didn’t arrive soon, he would have to bring Sister Zhang and the others into the Jiushan Realm.
They had been holding on for quite a while!
At that moment, a beam of Buddhist light descended from the sky, as Wu Zhi from the Thunder Sound Temple arrived with Cheng Kong and Xie Qingxue, landing by the Thunder Pool.
He gazed at the scene in the pool, scratching his bald head, and turned to Cheng Kong, his eyes filled with admiration as he said, “You really are a master at predicting outcomes. Who would have thought the Jiushan Sect could hold their own against these two… I think we could afford to be a little late!”
Cheng Kong also looked at the Thunder Pool, where the Yin-Yang Rakshasa was entangled with the Thunder God, roaring in frustration, appearing somewhat dazed.
The Yin-Yang Rakshasa sensed their arrival and looked up in their direction.
In that instant, he felt a strange kinship with Cheng Kong, despite being on opposite sides of the righteous and demonic divide…
Because Cheng Kong’s gaze clearly conveyed—actually, I didn’t expect the Jiushan Sect to be this strong.
**(End of Chapter)**
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**Chapter 342: Surrendering Too Soon, Just a Finger**
The three of them arrived in a hurry, looking somewhat disheveled.
Cheng Kong was enveloped in a layer of golden light, faint yet ethereal, with a celebratory cloud above his head. The cloud swayed gently in the wind, and the bamboo leaves on it had more withered branches than before.
Wu Zhi from the Thunder Sound Temple exuded an extraordinary aura, with a barefoot Buddha faintly visible behind him, surrounded by the sounds of chanting and prayers, as if millions were worshipping and seeking blessings.
However, the light surrounding the Buddha was dim, flickering as if the spiritual energy was unstable.
Xie Qingxue remained cool and composed, looking no different from before, but curiously observing Uncle Pang and the others, seemingly intrigued by the Zhou Tian Shen Lei celestial formation.
In fact, it wasn’t just her; all three were unconsciously drawn to the celestial formation—after all, they mostly knew these people and understood their capabilities. They could even arrogantly claim that they were not regarded highly by Cheng Kong and his group.
But now, things were different!
The twenty-four Nascent Souls standing on the celestial formation could truly unleash the power of the Transformation stage.
Although the faceless Thunder God was still weak and posed little threat to them, what if there were two hundred and forty?
What if… the Jiushan Sect had an even more formidable celestial formation?
A genius who could fight across realms was certainly terrifying, but they had seen that before; in fact, they were that themselves.
However, a method of fighting across realms was even more frightening!
The shock in Cheng Kong’s expression was partly due to the situation at hand, but mostly it was directed at the potential of the Jiushan celestial formation!
Cheng Kong gazed toward the Jiushan Realm, and it wasn’t just him; Xie Qingxue was looking in the same direction, her eyes deep in thought, both of them seemingly contemplating the same person:
One who, while still timidly hiding in the Jiushan Realm, was the mastermind behind this celestial formation!
A new thought surged in Cheng Kong’s mind: although the celestial formation was already astonishing, it seemed that this wasn’t the entirety of the Jiushan Sect, at least not Zheng Fa’s full potential.
With that thought, his gaze grew even more profound.
At that moment, Zheng Fa, who was hiding in the Jiushan Realm, felt a mysterious sense of watching the storm unfold…
Zheng Fa noticed Cheng Kong looking in his direction and felt puzzled—Why are you looking at me? Look at that Yin-Yang Rakshasa!
He was running fast!
Get him!
After Cheng Kong appeared, the first to react was not anyone else, but the two Yin-Yang Rakshasas.
“Rakshasa!” A massive serpent behind the Eight-Serpent Giant spewed forth a thick cloud of white mist, obscuring everyone’s senses and vision.
He urgently asked the Yin-Yang Rakshasa with his mind, “What should we do?”
“...The Holy Ancestor will revive you.”
“True… wait, what about you?”
The Eight-Serpent Giant’s large eyes widened, and the eight serpent heads behind him mirrored his shock, like sixteen light bulbs illuminating his confusion.
The Yin-Yang Rakshasa’s half-grim face curled into a sneer, followed by a furious roar.
Suddenly, a crimson hue spread across the eighteen eyes of the Eight-Serpent Giant, and he turned around, charging fiercely toward the faceless Thunder God, still shouting:
“Yin! Yang! Rakshasa!”
As the giant called out his companion’s name, he launched a desperate charge, seemingly intending to cover their retreat, leaving Zheng Fa deeply shaken—Is the demonic sect really this bonded in battle?
“The greatest strength of the Yin-Yang Rakshasa lies in their ability to manipulate the mind,” the Blood River Ancestor explained, as if providing insight. “The left face embodies desire, the right face embodies anger. When they unleash their full power, they become the Transformation stage, and it’s easy to fall into their trap if you’re not careful.”
Zheng Fa understood:
Whether the Eight-Serpent Giant considered the Yin-Yang Rakshasa a comrade, he didn’t know.
But it was clear that the Yin-Yang Rakshasa didn’t see the Eight-Serpent Giant as human…
Zheng Fa hastily urged the Sun and Moon Bell, causing the Thunder Pool to swirl with dragon and serpent, attempting to ensnare the Yin-Yang Rakshasa.
Sister Zhang was also busy, summoning the Jiushan to strike at the Yin-Yang Rakshasa.
But the Yin-Yang Rakshasa was now fighting for his life, no longer holding back. His body split in two, forming a man and a woman—the man was grotesque and fierce, while the woman was alluring and beautiful.
The man’s face was filled with rage, his body swelling to towering heights, forcefully pushing away the surrounding thunder. As the Jiushan flew toward him, he raised his palm and actually caught it, as if it were a toy.
Yet the man’s face was also suffused with a rolling black mist, indicating he was at the end of his strength.
The woman seized the opportunity to flee.
The ferocity of the Yin-Yang Rakshasa exceeded Zheng Fa and Sister Zhang’s expectations. Just as he was about to vanish into the darkness, escaping effortlessly.
“Send him off, my friend!”
Cheng Kong finally made his move. With a soft chant, the Qingjing Bamboo tilted slightly, and golden specks of light fell like fine sand from its leaves.
The poisonous mist from the mouths of the eight giant serpents suddenly went silent.
The Eight-Serpent Giant’s expression also calmed.
Even the surrounding darkness began to dissipate!
Was this a perfect counter?
“Qingjing Bamboo… is the bane of my Great Freedom Holy Sect,” the Blood River Ancestor explained. “My sect disturbs the mind, and it can purify the heart and calm the spirit.”
“My sect excels in using poisonous gas and blood energy; it can also clear the chaos of the universe.”
“In the records of my sect, this Qingjing Bamboo is one of the treasures my Holy Ancestor fears the most.”
Zheng Fa glanced at the Blood River Ancestor, who had been so taciturn, then turned his gaze back to the battlefield.
The Eight-Serpent Giant now appeared to be awake, but it was too late!
The Thunder God, manifested from the celestial formation, pierced through his chest with a spear. He let out a mournful howl, and one of his serpent heads suddenly snapped off, but the gaping hole in his chest began to slowly close.
“...The body of Xiang Liu has eight serpents behind it, granting it eight lives, making it extremely difficult to kill.”
Without needing to look back, Zheng Fa knew it was the ever-reliable commentator, the Blood River Ancestor, explaining.
Indeed, the Eight-Serpent Giant showed no visible wounds, retreating with seven serpent heads.
Clearly, now that he had calmed down, he had no intention of fighting to the death.
“Their actions have already cost them their cultivation, but two bodies are desperately trying to escape, making it very hard to stop them,” the Blood River Ancestor said, his tone somewhat dim. Zheng Fa looked at him, hearing him explain, “It’s extremely difficult to kill a body…”
But Xie Qingxue and Wu Zhi did not stand by idly; they seemed to understand the difficulty of dealing with the bodies. It was as if they had already made plans, choosing not to pursue the fleeing Yin-Yang Rakshasa, but instead surrounding the nearby Eight-Serpent… Seven-Serpent Giant.
Cheng Kong joined forces with them, and in a moment, they kindly severed three serpent heads, reducing his burden by half.
The man and woman formed from the Yin-Yang Rakshasa merged back into one, disappearing into the darkness.
This darkness seemed to possess a mysterious quality, rendering his presence elusive and untraceable.
As the situation in the arena began to settle, Zheng Fa felt a sense of relief, only to glance at the Blood River Ancestor with a half-smile.
This person had gone from silent to chattering, far too adaptable.
The Blood River Ancestor, however, wore a solemn expression, seemingly oblivious to the meaning behind Zheng Fa’s gaze.
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