Mysteries of Immortal Puppet Master - Chapter 1339 - 526: Zhou Sumo (Part 2)
Wenbao—Guardian Pearl!
Adhering to the path of integrity, if upright, it will not topple; if not toppled, the space will consolidate and resist external intrusion.
Accompanied by Song Taosheng’s infusion of Mana, Guardian Pearl suddenly illuminated brightly.
A pale radiance spread out from the pearl, swiftly diffusing into the surrounding world. Wherever it passed, starlight halted, the Eight Diagrams froze, and the light wall temporarily paused.
Such a scene left the Guardian Cultivators somewhat astonished.
“Taking out two Wenbao consecutively to deal with the All Heaven Starlight Array and Vajra Suppressing Mountain Formation separately shows they came prepared!”
“There’s no other way.”
“That’s right, exhausted from defense, they have no power to break out!”
After a brief surprise, the Guardian Cultivators calmed down.
The situation was quite clear.
The Death Soldiers’ morale greatly diminished.
Song Taosheng, sustaining two Wenbao alone, felt powerless and sighed secretly, “It seems this is where I will meet my end.”
Huazhang Country.
Main Hall of the Imperial Ancestral Temple.
The Jade Ruyi in Zheng Jing’s hand shattered completely, dispersing into tiny green lights.
Wang Shu collapsed to the ground, eyes wide with rage, squeezing out his last bit of strength, still fighting.
Han Song held nothing, the white silk recording the sacrificial text had been completely consumed.
The dragon-shaped green smoke entwining Huazhang Country Lord had long dissipated. He bit through his tongue sword, spitting out Essence Blood, recklessly employing a National Skill—
National Fortune Flourishing!
In a short time, boosting national fortune, with the repercussion being the nation’s foundation consuming, resulting in a long-term weakened state of national fortune thereafter.
In the next moment, the Golden Seal Jade Book trembled abruptly, and its sixty-two jade pages flipped rapidly like flying. All the characters flew out, transforming into countless golden jade words, swirling and dancing in the light pillar.
The light pillar swelled, reaching a diameter of ten zhang!
A sudden dragon roar erupted.
This was strong national fortune, accumulated from Huazhang Country’s millennia of literary heritage, consuming the nation’s foundation.
Paying a huge price, Huazhang Country’s side overturned the situation again, escaping from the peril and gaining the upper hand!
Cloud Prison.
Array Space.
A Death Soldier let out a scream, blood spraying from all seven orifices, rendered deaf and blind!
His voice was hoarse yet extremely excited, “I calculated it! There’s a flaw!”
The starlight’s landing point wasn’t coordinating with the subsequent changes of the Eight Diagrams.
The starlight landed in the east, but the eastern ground turned into a crack, swallowing the starlight.
Song Taosheng and others’ eyes lit up. They realized that after Myriad Images Sect underwent comprehensive adjustments, coordination and unity were needed indeed. Their timing of assassination was just right, as Cloud Prison rashly fully activated the Array, leading to the uncontrolled eruption of various Arrays.
In the beginning, they could coordinate, but as time passed, three Arrays raced along their paths, widening the initial gap, forming visible flaws!
“Hit there!” The Death Soldier sprayed blood from all seven orifices, exhausting himself to calculate the critical position.
Song Taosheng and others immediately launched a frenzy of attacks, indeed piercing through the Array Space, forming a temporary portal.
The calculating Death Soldier, at the next moment, exhausted his Heart Spirit and died on the spot.
“Let’s go!” Song Taosheng hesitated not a moment, abandoning the two Wenbao, seizing a respite, and jumped into the temporary portal first.
The remaining two Death Soldiers, both heavily injured, closely followed him.
Their vision darkened momentarily, then brightened again.
Song Taosheng fell onto the cold ground, gasping heavily.
Regaining his senses, he struggled to get up, looking around.
“Where is this?”
Stone walls, lamps, corridor, iron door—this is the 9th Floor of Cloud Prison!
Song Taosheng and the two Death Soldiers were dumbfounded.
After fighting so hard to break the Array Space, they unexpectedly tunneling back inside.
“It seems this time, our mission can’t be completed.”
“Mr. Song, we’ll meet death together here!”
Both Death Soldiers spoke in succession.
Song Taosheng nodded with a determined expression.
Cloud Prison indeed deserves to be Myriad Images Sect’s stronghold, previously they only took advantage of the unpreparedness. Once reacted, escape and survival are impossible.
The best plan now is death, avoiding capture alive.
“Hurry, hurry, they’ve fallen to the 9th Floor, quickly search them out!”
“Only three left, and they’re all in dire state.”
“Try to capture alive, need them to be kept alive!”
Chaotic footsteps sounded from the corridor’s end.
The guards had caught up but hadn’t discovered Song Taosheng and the others yet.
That’s because one Death Soldier excelled in disguise, deploying his expertise to temporarily shield from Cloud Prison’s detection around.
Another Death Soldier suddenly attacked the other cells.
He consecutively broke open doors, releasing inmates inside.
“Lucky for you, giving you a chance to escape now, run!” He laughed heartily.
Song Taosheng’s expression changed suddenly, “You…”
He didn’t wish for chaos, only aimed to assassinate Qin De.
The greater damage to Myriad Images Sect, the more unwelcome Duanmu Zhang and others would be.
But the remaining two Death Soldiers held different positions, knowing their certain death, wished for greater harm on the enemy.
The 9th Floor detainment of Cloud Prison wasn’t ordinary inmates.
Some possessed remarkable strength, some committed heinous crimes, some held sensitive identities… They all shared great value, like Qin De, despite only having Golden Core Cultivation, capable of repressing Confucian Cultivator Group’s development.
The first to bolt out of the cell was a lean middle-aged man.
He was extremely tall, reaching nine feet, yet thin as skin over bones, resembling a walking bamboo pole. His hands were extraordinary—ten fingers unusually long, hanging to the knees, nails black as ink, three inches long, curved like hooks.
“Finally out!” He laughed madly, laughter echoing the corridor, vibrating dust from the stone walls on both sides.
Instead of leaving, he began dismantling adjacent cell doors, releasing more fellow inmates with ease using his hook-like fingers.
A man dressed in tattered azure robes walked out slowly, mobilizing the power suppressed for years, his face transformed, as if coated with white paint, bearing a bizarre smile.
Bang.
A bald monk used his head to collapse nearby cell doors.
His bald head emitted a copper light, far larger than average, covered densely with scars from monastic rituals.
Eagle Claw Butcher, Ghost-faced Scholar, Copper Head Tuo!
Fragrant air surged, a woman of breathtaking beauty, with mesmerizing eyes, clad in torn prison garments, revealing patches of snowy white skin, walked out swaying.
Charm Demon!
“Hahaha—hahaha—” Amidst frenzied laughter, a wild-haired Daoist jumped out, dancing erratically.
“Heaven and Earth mysterious and yellow, universe vast and desolate, sun and moon wane, stars and constellations arranged—no, no, Heaven and Earth are ruthless, regarding all creatures as straw dogs—”
Sometimes reciting scripture, sometimes babbling nonsense, sometimes dancing, sometimes kneeling and crying.
Daoist Mad Wind!
…
More and more inmates regained freedom.
Though suppressed for countless ages, they had deep foundations; upon gaining freedom, they all possessed considerable mobility and destructive capability.
Many were foes, yet at this moment, they aided each other in their escape. They understood the more chaos, the better their chances of escaping.
However, there were also sworn enemies.
A Death Soldier was about to break down the cell door, freeing the prisoner inside.
The Demon Cultivator nearby shouted, “Don’t let him out! He is Zhou Sumo, a Myriad Images Sect insider!”
The Death Soldier immediately stopped.
In the next moment, another Demon Cultivator ran over, eyes bloodstained, with seething hatred, “Zhou Sumo, I want you dead!”
He broke in and fiercely attacked the tightly bound Zhou Sumo.
“Zhou Sumo” sighed softly, Magic Power surged, ruthlessly striking the charging Demon Cultivator away.
The Demon Cultivator fell, vomited blood, glared at “Zhou Sumo”, “You’re not him, who are you?”
Many eyes turned towards him.
“Zhou Sumo” revealed his true form, carried a helpless air, sighing, “Die.”
Instead of attacking the felled Demon Cultivator, he slew the Death Soldier.
The Death Soldier, already heavily injured, at where toil’s end, managed to resist but a little, and was killed by “Zhou Sumo” swiftly.
“Good blood, good blood.” “Zhou Sumo” inhaled sharply, turning the Death Soldier into a shriveled corpse.
After absorbing the blood, it coursed through the Demon Seed, then released, forming a Blood Fog enveloping his body.
