CHAPTER 942: CHAPTER 334: ASCENDING THE ALTAR TO SEIZE THE SKULL!

Altar Battlefield.

The Wangchuan Tributary flows endlessly, weaving and flowing, possessing extraordinary Spirit Movement, blocking Ning Zhuo’s several charges, dismantling all of his breakthrough plans.

Ning Zhuo suddenly grinned, taking out the Treasure Mirror.

The mirror light directly shone on the altar, immediately sending out the Phantom Shadow Blade: Night Tiger!

But in the next moment, the figure of Mengye Tiger was shrouded by a yellow dust fog, severing its connection with Ning Zhuo.

"Trouble." Ning Zhuo’s expression slightly changed.

Luo Si transmitted thoughts through Divine Sense, reminding, "Young master, this yellow dust and smoke are dispersed by the Earth Element Divine Separation of the Lord of Wangchuan, possessing the ability to pollute Magic Treasures, even capable of erasing Spiritual Nature."

Ning Zhuo gritted his teeth, knowing this, but didn’t expect that the Earth Evil God, though dissipated, left yellow dust with such power.

"With Mengye Tiger in such a state, if I wish to reach the top of the altar, I too must traverse a vast expanse of yellow dust. How can I solve this problem?"

While Ning Zhuo questioned himself, Luo Si suddenly took action.

He offered the remaining half of the Wangchuan Ferrying Line, once again deploying the Fishing Skill [Nine Abyss Water Release Net].

"Now is the time!" Luo Si shouted loudly, manipulating the Water Release Net to shield Ning Zhuo.

Ning Zhuo gritted his teeth, seizing the opportunity, operating the Iron Han Armor, and shot forward swiftly.

In this battle, his flying ability aided him tremendously. His modifications to the Iron Han Armor were crucial and invaluable!

The Wangchuan Tributary was blocked by the Water Release Net, with many currents escaping through the mesh, flowing in other directions. Originally robust and vigorous, the tributary lost much of its flow, immediately reducing its momentum and speed as it surged forth.

As a result, Ning Zhuo rushed onto the altar!

"Success!" Qing Chi cheered.

But a new trial loomed imminently.

Ning Zhuo ventured into the yellow dust, feeling short of breath, motion sluggish, and both mana and thoughts difficult to function.

"Myriad Lights of Calamity self-ignite!"

Ning Zhuo was inspired, the Omen Poem passing through his mind again and again.

He took out the Qianmo Lamp.

This lamp came from the Myriad Images Sect and was the most responsive to the term "myriad lights" in Ning Zhuo’s possession.

It was octagonal, four feet two inches high, and one foot eight inches thick. The top was domed, the bottom square, embodying the principle of Heaven above and Earth below.

The lamp’s light was faint and yellowish, seemingly powerless, yet it easily parted the yellow dust!

This was because the lamp specialized in massively adjusting the local Earth energy, creating fertile land, and enabling interconnected paths.

The Earth-Lung Miasma formed from the Earth Evil God was mainly Earth energy, after all.

Crucially, this Divine Separation had already scattered, so the miasma, without a host, was merely a natural Treasure.

"No!!!" The Lord of Wangchuan widened his eyes, devoid of any grace.

Ahead of Ning Zhuo, the yellow dust and Earth energy parted automatically with the illumination of the lamp, forming a path untouched by dust.

He stepped forward, his walking speed gradually slowing.

The invisible pressure was as heavy as a mountain, vast and majestic!

This ancient sacrificial pressure targets the essence of life, it is Heavenly Might!

The pressure acted directly on his soul, causing Ning Zhuo to experience auditory hallucinations, as if hearing the wails, prayers, whispers, and mad laughter of countless beings!

The Divine Sea quaked violently, as if an ocean were overturning.

Miscellaneous thoughts surged, emotions proliferated, seemingly intent on overwhelming Ning Zhuo’s Divine Sea, preventing him from thinking calmly.

Ning Zhuo groaned, the military power of the Qing Jiao Army receded like a tide, unable to sustain.

His soul, though intensely flickering under the weighty pressure, began to emit a soul aura.

Although not vast, the aura was as refined as steel!

Ning Zhuo was as steadfast as a reef in a raging sea, his speed increasingly slower, his steps shorter, yet he resolutely continued, advancing inch by inch!

Feeling as if his feet were filled with molten lead, endless resentment and malice pierced his body, like countless decaying maggots gnawing at his flesh!

This was the Heavenly Ghost’s curse, hatred for life, upon its tragic death.

The malevolent aura enveloped Ning Zhuo, causing blue smoke to emanate from his body, generating a scorched odor, and creating excruciating pain.

Ning Zhuo let out a low shout, rousing the Military Evil Qi within, fiercely erupting! Intense and blood-colored Evil Qi burst from his body, vigorous, fierce, filled with the resolute will of battle on the kill field.

The malevolent and hateful Qi was shattered by the Military Evil Qi, retreating step by step.

Ning Zhuo, like an Asura clad in blood-red Battle Armor, with each step, exploded a burst of blood light on the steps, arduously carving a foothold!

As the Military Evil Qi rapidly depleted, his face changed from pale to red, blood seeping from clenched teeth, yet his pace gradually quickened.

He endured the most difficult early stage, gradually adapting to the terrifying pressure.

His soul underwent a rigorous test and was refined several times over.

Along the way, he found Mengye Tiger.

Covered in yellow dust, its Spiritual Nature was obscured, unresponsive to calls. With more pressing matters, Ning Zhuo set it aside for later resolution.

Ning Zhuo finally stepped onto the final step, reaching the altar’s summit.

He reached out and directly picked up the Heavenly Ghost Skull.

It was immovable!

Only a piece of skull, yet heavy as a mountain.

At the same time, an icy chill emanated from the depths of Ning Zhuo’s heart, a freezing sensation to the bone, as if fate was passing judgment, Heaven and Earth scrutinizing.

This is not meant for you.

You are unworthy!

You have no right!!

Crack, crack...

The sound of breaking echoed.

Ning Zhuo looked down, noticing cracks on the Dragon Qi Jade Pendant on his belt. Dragon energy surged forth, pouring into Ning Zhuo.

In an instant, Ning Zhuo raised his hand, and the Heavenly Ghost Skull became light. Unexpectedly, he nearly lost balance and fell backward.

The deep blue skull was near, exuding a mysterious aura that dazed Ning Zhuo.

"Watch out!" Qing Chi and Luo Si shouted simultaneously.

But the Lord of Wangchuan had long anticipated Ning Zhuo’s reaction, and at the critical moment, exerted all his strength, drawing the Wangchuan Tributary up like a flood dragon, directly rising onto the altar, swallowing Ning Zhuo whole.

Ning Zhuo ultimately fell into the Wangchuan Tributary!

Fwaaa.

The Wangchuan Tributary receded, forming a winding river, head to tail connected, encircling the altar.

The string of pearls left by the Lord of Wangchuan had completely disintegrated. This caused him to lose control of the Wangchuan Tributary.

But he had already achieved his objective.

Seeing Ning Zhuo drowning, he muttered, "Die, die!"

"No!" Without regard, Qing Chi rushed towards Ning Zhuo.

Luo Si grabbed her shoulder: "Wait!"

"General Qing, calm down. I have a way to save the young master."

Qing Chi swiftly turned around: "You have a way? Tell me quickly!"

Luo Si took out a spare fishing rod, line, and hook, rapidly assembled them, handing them to Qing Chi: "Let me teach you the fishing technique!"

Qing Chi was stunned, then suddenly awakened: "I have fished before, but... your fishing skills are surely superior, you have a higher chance of success!"

But Luo Si immediately shook his head, revealing a harsh truth: "To fish in the River of Oblivion, the bait must be memory, emotions, unordinary."

"We must use memories and emotions associated with him to rescue the young master."

"But I’ve spent too little time with the young master, I don’t have significant bait, I couldn’t possibly fish him out."

"General Qing, only you can be the young master’s savior! Do not hesitate, act quickly!"

Qing Chi gritted her teeth, her heart in turmoil as she took the fishing rod and, under Luo Si’s guidance, cast the line.

This step was quite smooth, considering Qing Chi, having lived in a dark, moist swamp, had a relatively rich fishing experience.

The Wangchuan Tributary was quite clear, allowing Qing Chi and Luo Si to see the hook penetrating the tributary, hooking onto Ning Zhuo.

Qing Chi was overjoyed, hurriedly lifting the rod, intending to reel her beloved ashore.

The hook caught firmly on Ning Zhuo’s clothes. The fishing rod bent, the line straightened to its limit yet failed to gain any height, instead drooping as Ning Zhuo descended.

Qing Chi’s heart trembled, recalling Luo Si’s earlier instructions.

She must use past memories and emotions as bait to save her beloved!