Becoming a Saint by Touching Corpses - Chapter 608 - 583: Breaking the Spirit Terrace (Combined - 4K)
Chapter 608: Chapter 583: Breaking the Spirit Terrace (Combined Chapter 4K)
After the old man in the black robe flew to Fu Weiyi’s side, his tense mind suddenly relaxed, clearly gaining confidence.
He even had the leisure to hurl insults at Lou Yi: “Yo, great hero Red Hero, often ’fighting for the people,’ slaying demons and saving lives.
I was moved to tears when I heard your stories.”
Then, his voice suddenly became urgent: “However, in my view, you’re nothing but a fool!
Cultivators should focus their energy on cultivation, running around all day for these mud legs is nothing but a waste of longevity, might as well learn from those farmers and go home to farm!”
“Oh? So you Taiyi Sect don’t care about the lives of the people?” Lou Yi said.
“The people? Just a bunch of consumables.
Of course, if there are gifted individuals among them who can become one of us in the future, that’s another story.” Fu Weiyi sneered, “The entire world is nothing but a vessel for nurturing Gu.
Only the final surviving Gu King can seek immortality, ascend the heavenly path.”
“You from the Northern Domain, mere barbaric lands, how can you know the fierce competition of the Zhongzhou continent, where countless prodigies emerge?
Not to mention ordinary people without Spirit Roots.
Those Qi Cultivators who haven’t reached Foundation Establishment are just slightly better consumables, spending a lifetime working in the sect, accumulating contributions, just to prolong life a few more years.
The path of cultivation is like an army crossing a single log bridge, those who can’t cross either die on the road, or all get knocked into the river and drown.
What nonsense about fighting for the people? That’s just some sects whose cultivation paths are related to virtue.
True fights for the people, heh, I have hardly seen any.”
“We don’t share the same path, so we can’t work together.” Lou Yi shook his head, about to step forward to kill the other, tired of listening to this guy’s garbage.
Fu Weiyi cautiously retreated swiftly, putting the old man in the black robe in front of him, sneering, “You think I would fight you? Are you worthy?”
“I am a Dao Child of the Taiyi Sect, destined to walk the Golden Core path, how precious is my life, not just any Tom, Dick, or Harry is qualified to face me.
If you were a Dao Child or Buddha Child from Boundless Sword Sect, Profound Yin Sect, or Lotus Sect, I might consider it, but as you are now, you don’t qualify.
Uncle Lin, help me kill him!”
Fu Weiyi had long heard of Red Hero’s feat of killing several experts whose bloodlines and Dao bases were perfected.
Being naturally cautious, he did not want to risk facing him.
“Alright!” The old man in the black robe readily agreed, then grinned menacingly as he advanced.
He waved his hand, and three extraordinary black talismans flew out from his sleeve.
As they floated in the air, they radiated light, transforming into three black shining chains each over ten feet long, each link engraved with complex Taoist inscriptions, snaking towards Lou Yi intending to bind him.
Seeing this, Lou Yi extended his right hand, fingers spread wide.
’Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!’
Five red Qi columns the thickness of fingers shot from his fingertips, precisely hitting the black chains.
Causing them to flicker uncertainly and continuously retreat.
“Hmm?” The old man in the black robe frowned, again waved his sleeve, this time sending out over forty talismans.
With the previous three, they totaled forty-nine.
Each spread out in different directions and angles around Lou Yi, forming a network of glowing chains in mid-air, constantly retracting inward, clearly intending to forcibly confine and bind Lou Yi.
The chains occupied almost every space around Lou Yi, no matter which direction he wanted to break through, it seemed impossible.
“Tidal Surge.”
Lou Yi punched into the void, his Qi surged out like tides, endlessly.
It swept through the air, creating visible red ripples, with incredible destructive power, each contact with the chains sparked ear-piercing explosive sounds.
’Bang bang bang!’
’Bang bang bang!’
In just a few breaths, the Qi tide clashed with the talisman chains hundreds, if not thousands of times!
Though the talisman chains appeared strong, under the continuous assault of the Qi tide, their Spiritual Light dimmed significantly, with many connections showing visible cracks.
“Not bad, some ability, no wonder you could kill those with perfected Dao bases.” The old man in the black robe, referred to by Fu Weiyi as Uncle Lin, casually commented on Lou Yi, showing no signs of disappointment despite his tactics being thwarted.
The next moment, his aura rose rapidly, breaking through to the late stage of Foundation Establishment, reaching the level of perfected Dao base.
Showing no signs of stopping, continuing to rise relentlessly.
’Boom!’
Suddenly, a two-story tower, hovering between reality and illusion, slowly rose above the old man’s head, emitting rays of light.
The foundation, entirely cast from bronze, stretches thirty feet long and five feet high, its surface engraved with densely packed ancient glyphs.
Each character seemed to expound upon the truths of the universe, dizzying those who glance upon it.
Above the foundation are two stories, each nine feet nine inches high, primarily constructed from bronze, adorned with carvings and paintings, with flying eaves and lifted corners, the roof fully covered with gleaming azure glazed tiles.
Upon the tower’s surface are engraved many legendary mythical creatures:
A grimacing giant snake with nine heads and scales all over its body, a Golden Armored Giant with wings wielding a Fang Tian Halberd, a five-clawed true dragon baring its fangs and soaring amidst clouds and mists…
