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Novel: [The Primordial Law]
Volume 4: [Shuangsheng Dao Sect (Twin Rice Sect)]
Chapter 81 (336): [Soul Fusion Secret Technique]
(81st of Volume 4)
Translator: Shadow Knight AK
Editor: Shadow Knight AK
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"What sharp senses."
The instant Li Weiyi locked eyes with Luan Sheng Lin You across the Formation, he immediately fled.
Moments later, Luan Sheng Lin You emerged from the courtyard, followed by Long Ting, Long Xiangcen, Chen Wenwu, and several other figures.
They were preparing to leave the city and head for the Thunder Thirty-Six Tombs.
As they reached the ancient plum tree, Luan Sheng Lin You paused, gazing up at its branches.
"Young Venerable, what's wrong?" Long Ting asked.
Li Weiyi had been extremely careful, leaving no trace behind. Even the snow piled on the branches remained undisturbed.
Luan Sheng Lin You shook his head gently, smiling, "The white plum blossoms on these branches are truly exquisite! In the depths of winter, when all things wither, only they burst forth with vibrant life. If one doesn't pause to appreciate such beauty and instead rushes on with their journey, life will surely be far less rich."
"Am I not more beautiful than it?"
Long Xiangcen pouted playfully, her voice soft and sweet, utterly unlike that of an Inheritor who had made her name twenty years ago. She sounded more like a girl just beginning to experience the pangs of first love.
"Both are beautiful, each in their own way," Luan Sheng Lin You replied, leading the group forward at a brisk pace.
As they walked, each person employed their own methods to conceal their identities: some altered their appearances, others donned masks, and still others activated talismans to mask their features and Qi.
Li Weiyi stood atop a seven-story bell tower, leaning against a wooden pillar, watching them leave the Heavenly Pavilion.
He didn't stare for too long, fearing it would alert his opponent.
"Lu Cangsheng is already back!"
Li Weiyi's mind conjured images of Yin Jiu, Yaoyin, Jiang Ning, Zuoqiu Hongting, and Shi Shishi, a smile involuntarily tugging at his lips.
He longed to know about their experiences and stories at the Calamity Crossing Temple, how much their cultivation had advanced, and whether Yaoyin had grown into a beauty as stunning as Yao Qingxuan.
Two years had passed, and a growing sense of longing filled Li Weiyi's heart, yet he didn't know how to face them when they finally met.
Should he approach them as the Twin Rice Sect's Fourth Divine Son?
As Yao Qingxuan's eldest disciple?
Or as the disgraced and dejected Li Weiyi?
He exhaled slowly, a wistful sigh escaping his lips.
A fierce battle was sure to erupt at the Thunder Thirty-Six Tombs.
Li Weiyi desperately wanted to join the fray, to witness the current cultivation levels of Luan Sheng Lin You, Lu Cangsheng, and Long Ting, and perhaps seize an opportunity to eliminate Luan Sheng Lin You and Long Ting.
But reason warned him that this spectacle would be exceedingly dangerous.
What gave Luan Sheng Lin You the audacity to come to Thunder Mausoleum (Leiling) City?
What emboldened him to ambush Lu Cangsheng?
This presented a perfect opportunity to investigate that courtyard.
Li Weiyi's appearance and figure rapidly shifted.
His skin transformed into the pristine white of a Pure Immortal Physique, instantly taking on Long Ting's form - elegant, noble, with piercingly cold eyes.
"Whoosh!"
With a finger pointed at the Fourth-Grade Hundred-Character Artifact, the Invisibility Robe on his body, over four hundred lines of Scripture materialized.
The Scripture retracted, and the robe instantly transformed into the style Long Ting had been wearing earlier.
In Long Ting's form, he walked to the courtyard gate.
The Formation opened from within.
"Lord Long Ting, why have you returned?"
The Demon Race Martial-Mystic Cultivator, disguised as a middle-aged man, stood respectfully at the gate, asking curiously.
Li Weiyi, his hands clasped behind his back, walked in, his gaze fixed on the area in the southwest corner where the coffins were arranged.
As he walked, he said, "Young Venerable was worried and asked me to return and check one last time. Just in case something unexpected happens after we leave."
Four Demon Race Martial-Mystic Cultivators were stationed in the courtyard. They wore Talisman Robes that concealed their demonic qi and allowed them to take human form.
All were experts at the Dao Seed Realm.
The Demon Cultivator disguised as a middle-aged man followed closely behind.
"Lord Long Ting, rest assured. They are all undergoing Soul Fusion. They should awaken within the next two days."
Li Weiyi was secretly shocked. He had seen a detailed explanation of the Soul Fusion technique at the Twin Rice Sect's Main Hall. It was a method used by powerful Dead Spirits from the Nether Realm of the Dead who sought to enter the mortal realm for cultivation, hunting, pleasure, or reconnaissance.
The process involved capturing a living person and merging their spirit body with the person's soul spirit, allowing the Dead Spirit to perfectly conceal itself.
However, the Dead Spirit's spirit body had to be far stronger than the living person's to succeed.
If the thirty coffins before him contained the thirty Dao Seed Realm Martial-Mystic Cultivators Luan Sheng Lin You had brought from the Twin Rice Sect's Main Hall, where had he found so many Dead Spirit powerhouses?
It was true that Luan Sheng Lin You had Dead Spirits under his command during the Hidden Dragon Lantern Festival.
Later, the Zuoqiu Sect discovered that those Dead Spirits originated from three prefectures swallowed by the Nether Realm of the Dead a thousand years ago.
Li Weiyi had some understanding of the Nether Realm of the Dead's power distribution around the Lingxiao Realm, knowledge he'd gleaned from Yang Qingchan while trapped in the secret treasure vault.
Those three prefectures, once part of the original 272, were considered the outer fringes of the Nether Realm of the Dead relative to the Lingxiao Realm.
In the former prefecture cities, 272 Ghost Cities, Fiend Caverns, and Bone Palaces had been established.
Internal conflicts raged within them, even more fiercely than in the Lingxiao Realm.
Qilin Zhuang had either subdued some of the Nether Realm's Great Powers and brought them under his banner, or he had formed alliances with certain Great Powers to jointly attack the Lingxiao Realm.
The Far Western Ashlands, the Nether Realm of the Dead, the Demon Race, and the Twin Rice Sect - just the thought of them made Li Weiyi feel like a dark cloud was pressing down on him, a sense of impending doom.
The thirty coffins before him represented only the younger generation's efforts under Luan Sheng Lin You.
What were the old demons up to?
No wonder Luan Sheng Lin You dared to come to Thunder Mausoleum (Leiling) City.
Perhaps the Demon Race had long since prepared everything, and the Cloud Heaven (Yuntian) Immortal Plain and Lingxiao City were already their prey.
"Hiss!"
Li Weiyi pushed open one of the coffins.
Yin Fiend Qi billowed from within.
An elderly man with white hair lay inside, the Yin Fiend Qi surging from the Ancestral Field, its Spiritual Qi fluctuations as powerful as a divine drum constantly reverberating.
This was an incredibly formidable expert from the Imperial Court, at least at the sixth level of the Dao Seed Realm.
He wasn't dead.
His heart beat strongly, his life force vigorous.
Confirming his suspicions, Li Weiyi's scalp prickled. Before him lay thirty terrifying Dead Spirit experts. If he startled them, causing them to leap from their coffins, the consequences would be unimaginable.
He couldn't act rashly.
'First, I must leave!'
A sense of danger surged through Li Weiyi.
Before he could turn, he sensed a sixth person had appeared in the courtyard, standing at the entrance.
A faint fragrance wafted through the air.
Remaining calm, Li Weiyi slowly turned and looked up at Long Xiangcen, clad in a flowing, rainbow-hued dress.
Large patches of her snow-white skin were exposed, her arms and legs bare, seemingly oblivious to the winter chill. She rested her chin on her jade fingers, smiling as she gazed at "Long Ting" standing beside the coffin.
Li Weiyi finally had a chance to study her closely.
In terms of beauty, Long Xiangcen combined the ethereal grace of an Immortal with the alluring charm of the Demon Race. Her figure was stunning, her cleavage captivating, her skin translucent, and her hair voluminous yet perfectly styled.
Li Weiyi muttered to himself, "It seems I underestimated Luan Sheng Lin You's caution and vigilance."
Long Xiangcen chuckled, her white teeth and rosy lips gleaming: "Oh, how annoying! Why aren't you even scared? I thought I could give you a good fright."
"What man would fear a beauty? With Miss Long's appearance, I can't help but admire you - I could never get enough," Li Weiyi replied, no longer the same man he once was.
He now faced sudden danger with greater ease and confidence.
Long Xiangcen was so amused by his words that her shoulders shook: "Your tongue is so sweet, I almost can't bear to kill you! You actually recognize me?"
"Of course. You're the Dragon Sect's aging Inheritor!" Li Weiyi said.
Long Xiangcen's smile vanished instantly, replaced by a chilling frost, "I'll carve you up piece by piece, starting with your tongue."
The other four Demons in the courtyard sensed the shift in atmosphere. They each drew their spiritual artifacts and slowly closed in on Li Weiyi, their eyes filled with hostility.
They had been suspicious since the appearance of the "Long Ting," but dared not offend.
"Where's Luan Sheng Lin You?" Li Weiyi asked.
Long Xiangcen replied, "Do you think I'm not enough on my own?"
Luan Sheng Lin You wasn't certain whether someone had truly been spying earlier, so he had only sent Long Xiangcen back to investigate.
"Miss Long, are you sure you want to strike in the Heavenly Pavilion? If the Imperial Court discovers what's here, or if they learn your secret of appearing here, you might not escape Thunder Mausoleum (Leiling) City alive!"
Li Weiyi appeared calm, but his nerves were taut.
He scanned the surroundings,
searching for an escape route.
An Inheritor who had already made a name for themselves twenty years ago?
Who would dare underestimate them?
"So concerned about my safety? You're actually quite kind!"
Long Xiangcen's lips curled into a smile as her Dao Heart Manifestation erupted outward.
Instantly, the entire courtyard was enveloped in crimson Spiritual Qi, filled with demonic shadows and dense illusions.
"Boom! Boom..."
The other four Demon Race powerhouses also unleashed their Dao Heart Manifestations, layer upon layer, pressing down on Li Weiyi.
It felt like five mountains had fallen upon him, with countless chains binding him.
Li Weiyi knew this battle was unavoidable.
He took out the golden Smiling Buddha mask Yao Qingxuan had given him and put it on to conceal his power fluctuations.
Seeing the mask, Long Xiangcen's eyes widened in surprise, "So it's you. Interesting. It seems Zuo Ning wasn't your true identity either. Who exactly are you?"
Li Weiyi had worn this mask on the post ship.
Long Xiangcen, being discerning, recognized that Li Weiyi's mask was meant to conceal his aura of power.
Li Weiyi didn't want to engage in combat here, as many of his techniques would be unusable, severely restricting his movements.
If he could break through and lure Tai Shi Bai to this location, he could inflict a devastating blow on the Demon Race.
Five powerful wills descended, aiming to crush him into submission.
"Boom!"
Li Weiyi formed a finger seal, unleashing a surge of psychic power that countered the combined mental attack of the five experts.
The Dao Heart Manifestation of the Fifth Heaven continued to weigh upon him, suppressing his strength, speed, and reflexes, as if he were trapped in quicksand.
From his left, a Dao Seed Realm Fourth Heaven Demon cultivator charged forward, wielding dual axes.
Countless scriptures shimmered on the axe blades, radiating blinding golden light.
Li Weiyi sidestepped one axe, then raised his palm to meet the other.
"Bang!"
Golden Crow Flame enveloped his hand, while Spiritual Qi surged within his body. His palm struck with immense force, producing a resounding clang like metal striking metal.
The Dao Seed Realm Fourth Heaven Demon cultivator had assumed Li Weiyi was a Great Spiritual Master. He never expected such raw power, capable of striking a Spiritual artifact with bare hands. His fingers ached as if they would split apart.
The axe flew out of his grasp.
"Thump!"
Li Weiyi's kick sent him flying, smashing through the glazed octagonal pavilion in the distance.
Li Weiyi was curious about his current pure Martial-Mystic Dao combat strength. He'd been eager to spar with someone for a while.
Unfortunately, he dared not use his Dao Heart Manifestation, as it would expose the secret of the Dragon Seed within his Wind Mansion.
He also couldn't use the Blood Handprint Demonic Armor...
In short, he was severely restricted.
"I never expected you to be so formidable not only in Psychic Power but also in Martial-Mystic Dao cultivation. People like you are rare indeed."
Long Xiangcen moved slowly, carefully observing the clash between Li Weiyi and the four Demon Race experts. With a thought, the phantom within her Dao Heart Manifestation solidified into countless Demon Cultivators.
Their thunderous battle cries filled the sky as they surged forward like a tidal wave, engulfing Li Weiyi.
"Whoosh!"
The Myriad Manifestations Staff-Spear shot out from the Ancestral Field, propelled by Li Weiyi's Spirit Light.
With a thunderous roar, the ten-foot-long spear swung out, unleashing a torrent of crimson flames that sent all the phantoms and the four Demon Race experts flying.
Two of the Demon Cultivators were struck by the spearhead, their flesh torn open, their defenses shattered.
Li Weiyi formed a hand seal and opened his Heavenly Eye.
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END OF CHAPTER
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