True Monarch Zhanmo had long seen through the origins of the Ghost Emperor Dharma Aspect cultivated by Chao Mu.
It was a Netherworld Dharma Aspect known as the Yinsi Ghost Emperor, a formidable Ghost Emperor of the Nine Netherworld, whose reputation was fearsome. Even in the Void Dharma Realm outside, it was a presence that made many cultivators tremble at the mention.
The Yinsi Ghost Emperor was rumored to be the Lamp Guardian of the Nine Netherworld, wielding a Nether Lamp that had been born from ancient times, illuminating the Netherworld with unparalleled Dao practice.
The Primordial Spirit Technique used by Chao Mu, known as the Yin Erosion Soul Splitting Technique, contained a trace of the authority of the Yinsi Ghost Emperor. A single point of it was like the Netherworld Ghost Gods sealing a name in the Book of Life and Death, capable of erasing the lifespan of living beings and completely annihilating them.
But the Dragon Soul before him was no ordinary creature.
It was born outside the shackles of life and death!
Though it had not cultivated the Dao, it contained a trace of the great fortune of the Shu Kingdom, inherently containing the authority of Heaven and Earth Society, its towering Dragon Qi capable of overcoming the suppression of all magic.
Just as True Monarch Zhanmo had predicted.
When the segment of finger bone imprint penetrated deep into the Dragon Soul’s head, a pure vast purple aura erupted from within the Dragon Soul, surprisingly blocking that segment of the finger bone imprint.
That was the power of the Emperor Purple Fate within the Emperor’s Fate.
Then Zhang Jian saw that the terrifying red-black Dragon Soul raised its head and let out a thunderous roar, a surge of intense black light spewing from the depths of the Dragon Soul.
Like the mountains and rivers turned upside down, the grand purple light and dragon flame transformed into a torrent rushing towards Chao Mu.
Chao Mu’s expression changed drastically, Spirited Treasure Emperor’s Robe surging around him, as countless strands of Profound Yin Black Qi condensed before him, forming a massive sphere.
That was a Primordial Spirit Level Technique.
However, the Ziwei Dragon Flame possessed the marvelous power to destroy all spells, and in an instant, it opened the spherical shield, striking towards Chao Mu.
"Nine Candle Fire, illuminate the Dark Realm, protect my true body!"
Aware of the terrifying attack, Chao Mu exerted part of his last resort, as a faint pale firelight emerged from within his Lifebound Spiritual Treasure Black Golden Coffin.
This wisp of firelight condensed into form, illuminating the darkest corners of the universe, causing the purple light dragon flame to slowly dissipate under its glow, becoming formless.
"What a unique First Layer Primordial Spirit Technique!"
Zhang Jian’s sensitive Yin God Divine Sense saw through part of the reality of that Primordial Spirit Technique, recognizing that the wisp of firelight was drawn from an unknown Void Dharma Realm.
It resembled the Spirit Mountain Seal of Demon Buddha Jaya, one utilizing the Buddha’s power, the other leveraging the projection power of a powerful Spirit Treasure.
Having backing truly makes a difference.
However, such techniques, in Zhang Jian’s view, also had flaws.
They would be restrained by certain field control techniques, and once isolated from Heaven and Earth, their strengths would turn into weaknesses.
At this moment, Zhang Jian realized the opportunity had arrived.
The chance to break the Dragon Soul True Body was here.
Missing his strike, the red-black Dragon Soul quickly lashed its tail, attempting to return to the Dragon Vein Resentful Fiend of the Shu Kingdom.
To conceal itself!
At this moment, Zhang Jian stood above the Earth Vein Resentful Fiend, a Soul-Cleansing Cyan Lotus underfoot blocking the Dragon Vein fissure.
Standing directly in the Dragon Vein’s inevitable path back!
The ferocious Dragon Soul was now maddened, its roaring Dragon’s Roar resounding, as the red-black brilliance charged at Zhang Jian like an unstoppable Ziwei torrent.
The Purple Light Dragon Flame arrived first.
Chao Mu watched this scene, his expression changing, immediately shouting out. "Zhang Assistant Reader, be careful..."
At this moment, Chao Mu’s expression shifted rapidly, both worried that Zhang Jian would be severely injured or even killed by the Dragon Soul, but also hoping that Zhang Jian could hinder the Dragon Soul, otherwise, if it returned to the Dragon Vein.
There would be no more opportunities for everyone.
The Dragon Soul, having suffered a strike, would not be caught a second time!
In his hand, the candlelight flowed, a pale flame surrounding the finger bone imprint, ready to act again.
Suddenly, he lifted his head, pupils constricting slightly, as he saw a dense black sword aura erupting from the Soul-Cleansing Cyan Lotus.
Facing the fiery Dragon Soul, Zhang Jian’s eyes were calm.
He had intentionally stood by the Dragon Vein fissure for this moment.
A pitch-black sword aura emerged from him.
As soon as this sword aura appeared, whether it was Yuan Geng, deep in the East Mausoleum preparing to continue wielding the Celestial Spirit Divine Sword, or Chao Mu, both felt their Primordial Spirit Divine Sense momentarily lose color.
As if the Primordial Spirit Divine Sense suddenly had a momentary blank.
The world lost color, the Primordial Spirit gave birth to boundless chills, as if covered by a terrifying sword intent!
The Void Dharma Realm was instantly cleft, and a small blackish-gray Ancient Sword appeared above Zhang Jian’s head, its sword light leisurely, the purple light dragon flame above Zhang Jian’s head subtly vanished, while the dozen-zhang-long red-black Dragon Soul above vanished without sound or trace in the wake of the blackish-gray Ancient Sword’s passage.
The small sword came with pure annihilation, annihilating sword intent, sharp sword aura passing through, even the Breaking Technique marvelous powers of the Shu Kingdom Dragon Soul couldn’t stop its blazing purity.
That was the Demon-Slaying Immortal-Slaying Sword.
At this moment, Zhang Jian directly brought forth his final killing move.
This was also the last Protective Talisman given to him by True Monarch Zhanmo.
Using this Protective Talisman now was undoubtedly a pity, but compared to the reward soon to be gained, Zhang Jian felt it was worthwhile.
Seeing the Dragon Soul collapse, Zhang Jian’s expression was serene, indifferent.
The majestic Shu Kingdom Dragon Soul, over ten zhang long, collapsed, and it was only within arm’s reach that Chao Mu finally reacted, his face pale, his expression seemingly still caught in the terrifying sword light.