CHAPTER 99: CHAPTER 89: I AM THE TRUE LORD OF THE SEVEN LUMINARIES!

Fan Wubing gritted his teeth and said,

"He definitely wasn’t originally from the Peach Blossom Spring. He is a Door God, an Immortal Divine General! Just by posting his idol, one can establish karmic ties with him. It seems that someone used some method to manipulate the karma, which is why he descended here!"

This is a characteristic of divine beings!

For those powerful orthodox deities, no matter how far apart, as long as a shrine is erected for them and offerings are made, they can sense it. If the prayers are strong enough, they can summon the divine power!

This is also one reason why the Confucianists, who possess the qualification to investiture of the gods and set up golden statues, can occupy half of the Cultivation Realm!

"Senior brother, what do we do! My Sword Intent attack can’t even get close to him; it’s suppressed and crushed by the divine power from afar! Such an offensive is on a completely different level from ours!"

"Indeed!"

Conventional means are absolutely unable to clash with him, let alone defeat him.

Right now, just being able to escape from him is a problem.

Luo Qingyao urgently said,

"Senior brother, we should hurry out! Let’s not lose our lives here."

Fan Wubing said bitterly,

"The key is, this Divine General has no intention of letting us go. He determined that we are evil spirits and wants to kill us."

"Why? The Ghost Cultivator causing trouble is the real evil spirit! He’s not suppressing that Ghost Cultivator but instead brandishes his blade against the good people?"

Fan Wubing gritted his teeth,

"The divine being isn’t fair!"

But now is not the time for condemnation. The divine power of Shen Tu from behind is attacking to completely suppress the two of us.

What to do?

Because of "Burning Heart," Fan Wubing was exceptionally calm. Even though Shen Tu’s offensive was looming, he remained unflustered.

His mind was working rapidly.

What exactly is Shen Tu’s divine suppression?

Due to being in the Peach Blossom Spring, even though he is a divine being, his cultivation power is below that of a Nascent Soul. His greatest advantage is... divine power! Yes, divine power is a purer force than ordinary immortal energy, imbued with the righteous energy of the Divine Dao.

To put it plainly, it’s just a higher quality force!

But...

No matter how high the quality, it is still below Nascent Soul!

Seeing there’s no escape, Fan Wubing resolved to take a direct gamble!

Within him, suddenly surged a kind of power that was not particularly strong, but extraordinarily mysterious... This power poured out from his five senses.

This is,

"Parrot Mimicry"!

It’s the fortune gained from killing that Parrot Demon.

"Parrot Mimicry" triggered out a mysterious force.

This force instantly enveloped the Door God, Shen Tu.

The latter paused for a moment as if something had been taken away. But at this moment, he only concentrated on suppressing the evil spirits.

"Look cross-eyed!"

His divine power was overwhelming, severing the curtain of rain from the sky.

Within the area covered by the divine power, all living beings bowed down.

Luo Qingyao was completely taken aback, paralyzed by shock.

Suddenly,

A divine power, like a towering tree, surged upward. At the same time, an irresistible shout erupted,

"Bold!"

Two divine powers collided in the air.

Shen Tu was dumbfounded when he saw this.

Is there another Great God here?

He pointed his trident to the ground, and two blazing eyebrows burned fiercely,

"Which Great God, come forth quickly!"

"It is I."

Shen Tu followed the sound and was astonished to find that the voice belonged to the very evil spirit he was about to suppress.

Fan Wubing’s eyes were a brilliant gold, with divine power surging between his eyebrows. Simultaneously, his spiritual soul within the Purple Mansion was gleaming as if it had a golden body. It seemed at this moment, he too had become a divine being.

Shen Tu frowned angrily,

"Who are you, Great God! Why engage in evil?"

Fan Wubing’s momentum didn’t lose to him at all,

"You ask me why I engage in evil deeds? Shen Tu! It is you who are doing evil!"

Shen Tu was enraged,

"How dare you slander me!"

Fan Wubing shouted,

"Look carefully, is this place truly an Immortal Sacred Land!"

Shen Tu said,

"The Daoist Temple ahead is the abode of the Dao Ancestor, how could it not be an Immortal Sacred Land!"

The abode of the Dao Ancestor?

Is he saying this Peach Blossom Spring is a place transformed by the Dao Ancestor’s purple aura?

No, it’s more than that. He also mentioned a "front."

Fan Wubing looked towards the so-called front and saw a well-structured Daoist Temple. But the temple had clearly been contaminated by the Evil Qi and could not be called an Immortal Sacred Land.

"Ridiculous! Look again!"

Shen Tu suddenly came to his senses,

"You are just a petty person, how dare you impersonate a Great God and deceive me, watch me completely destroy you!"

It’s over, I’ve been seen through!

But,

No! Now more than ever, I can’t back down.

Fan Wubing took a deep breath, once again felt gratitude in his heart,

"Heavens above, disciple Fan Wubing requests the Seven Luminaries True Monarch to grant rain!"

Having already summoned a rain, what will happen if I request rain again?

Fan Wubing had never tried this before; it was his first attempt.

Suddenly, an incredibly overwhelming thunderbolt struck down from the sky.

Amidst the flicker of lightning, a tsunami-like rain poured down.

The spiritual soul within Fan Wubing’s Purple Mansion suddenly exploded with intense pain. He felt the lightning bolt enter his Purple Mansion, trying to split his spiritual soul in half?

Why? Why is this happening?

Is the Seven Luminaries True Monarch warning me!

If that’s truly the case...

Since the Seven Luminaries True Monarch has arrived... I will borrow your name!

The golden divine intent in Fan Wubing’s eyes was engulfed by the surging thunder. He lightly tapped his foot, soared into the sky, and amidst the raging storm, shouted at Shen Tu,

"Shen Tu, after so many years, you don’t recognize this True Monarch?"

Shen Tu trembled all over, staring blankly at him,

"Seven Luminaries!"

He laughed with a hoarse voice,

"Seven Luminaries! Seven Luminaries! Seven Luminaries True Monarch! Subordinate Shen Tu, pays respects to the True Monarch!"

Immediately, he knelt down, performing the grandest rite of worship, and burst into tears,

"True Monarch, you’re still alive. We all thought the True Monarch had long perished... True Monarch, True Monarch!"

This?

What is this ancient secret?

Fan Wubing knew that saying too much could lead to errors, and the aura of the Seven Luminaries True Monarch could dissipate at any moment. He said in a deep voice,

"Why are you protecting this place of evil spirits?"

Shen Tu didn’t dare to raise his head and replied trembling,

"Shen Tu was summoned by the Dao Ancestor to guard the Immortal Sacred Land."

"Dao Ancestor? The Dao Ancestor is not here. Shen Tu, you’ve been deceived."

Shen Tu cried in pain,

"It is Shen Tu’s fault, my eyes have been blinded by the evil spirits. But... to meet the True Monarch here once more is already a tremendous blessing. True Monarch, True Monarch... During the years of your absence, demons have wreaked havoc in the mortal world, the Divine Dao is unstable, and the Immortal Path is collapsing... When will you return, True Monarch, when will you return!"

Fan Wubing said,

"When the time is right, I will return! You should correct yourself and retreat."

"Shen Tu complies with the True Monarch’s command!"

Having said that, Shen Tu’s divine power receded, and his figure slowly disappeared into the statue of the Door God.

As soon as he retreated, Fan Wubing suddenly fell down from the sky.

At this moment, he was dizzy, and a throbbing pain kept coming from between his eyebrows. It seemed as if his spiritual soul was enveloped by thunder and was about to be utterly annihilated.

He struggled to stand up and walked over to the completely shocked Luo Qingyao, shielding her from the rain,

"Junior sister, it’s okay now, it’s okay."

Suddenly, at the front Daoist Temple, Evil Qi condensed into a black-purple flood dragon, staring indifferently at them.

Fan Wubing carried Luo Qingyao to the eaves of a building, laying down some protective talismans, and softly said,

"Junior sister, wait for me to kill that Ghost Cultivator, then I’ll come and wake you up."