Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!

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The Southern Dipper is life, the Northern Dipper is death.

The peach blossom fell upon the red divine pillar, without corrosion, without collision, without the explosion of light and shadow, only to see the spot where the pillar and petal touched as if it had been directly erased by some strange force, vanishing without a trace.

What was astonishing was that when the peach blossom fell upon the ground littered with weeds, it did not harm the green grass in the slightest.

In the span of three breaths, Dugu Xiong and his group of three, as well as the eighteen red divine pillars, seemed as though they'd been erased by an eraser, disappearing without a trace, leaving a thick layer of petals covering the ground.

A figure wearing a peach blossom mask stood in the center of the sea of flowers, gaze unfocused, somewhat absent-minded.

"I feel like I remembered something."

"Why does my heart feel so uncomfortable, Melon Kid."

Yuan Jun came back to her senses, recalling the mountains of corpses and seas of blood that had flashed through her mind not long ago, in which she was so powerful that it made one's heart tremble.

However, she was sure that the scene in the images was not from any part of the Eastern Continent, or to be even more certain, from any part of the Human Realm. There, mountains and rivers lay shattered, the sun and moon hung upside down.

"Forget it, if I can't remember, then I won't think about it anymore. It's giving me a headache—what does it have to do with Yuan Jun"

"So what if I have no memories? Are memories really equivalent to happiness? Memories are the root of suffering!"

"That's right, being happy is all that matters."

Talking to herself, Yuan Jun broke character in just a second, lost her divine aura, and reverted to her previous, languidly merry demeanor.

After resealing herself, she tilted her head and scratched vigorously for a while, took out the purple Star Disc for a glance, straightened herself with great effort, and then prepared to leave with magnificent, awe-inspiring energy, as the peach blossoms on the ground slowly faded away.

However, the waterfall of black hair behind the peach blossom mask had turned silver, no longer the previous ink-black; because she had scratched too hard earlier, a single defiant hair stood tall on top of the peach blossom mask, her hair a little bit messy, as a pair of smiling eyes once again climbed onto the mask.

Yuan Jun's clear voice suddenly echoed between heaven and earth.

"The mortal world is as tumultuous as the tides."

"When will they rise and fall, when will they vanish."

"I dwell amongst mortals, yet at ease."

"Yuan Jun is like the carefree fairy."

"Lalala, lalala~"

Yuan Jun's whimsical chant, neither level nor oblique, lacking in neatness and exquisite subtlety, yet because of this it appeared even more otherworldly and unrestrained.@@novelbin@@

Joyful notes reverberated through heaven and earth, and soon her figure vanished over the horizon.

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Black Qi Mountain.

This mountain was pitch black, with few trees, and featured jagged rocks taking on many terrifying shapes; the Headquarters of the Controlling Spirit Holy Puppet Sect was situated at the summit.

Beneath Black Qi Mountain, in some unnamed underground space.

A massive black and red cubic city lay quietly on the dark land like a giant beast.

Suspended above the city was a huge orb, inscribed with dense runes, emitting a soft yellow glow, like the sun in this underground world.

A spectral figure arrived at the city gates, and the guards, as if unable to see the person, let them stroll in unhindered.

A procession of nearly four-meter-tall strongmen wielding long halberds, sitting atop huge terrifyings beasts resembling rhinos, charged along the street; behind them, two groups of black-armored guards over three meters tall, with only their eyes visible, were hurrying to the outskirts of the underground city, as if on urgent business. Continue your adventure at My Virtual Library Empire

The guards' eyes were dull, their postures rigid like puppets.

The spectral figure, facing the large troop, went straight into the collision.

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Neither side dodged or evaded, there was no loud crash, no dust rose, and the large group of men and horses actually passed directly through the illusory figures, each going about their business as if nothing had happened.

Soon, the illusory figure arrived within a side hall at the center of the great city.

With a creak, the door of the hall slowly opened.

The hall was empty, with no decorations apart from the beams and columns.

In a pool of black liquid, the head of Ling Xudu emerged, floating out of the fluid. Below his neck, his body had disappeared, replaced by a dense mass of root-like blood vessels.

With a wave of the illusory figure's large hand, a headless demon corpse appeared atop the great hall.

"Xu Du, this is the body of a powerful warrior from the ancient demon royal Moroko clan. Since you are so decided, I shall start this corpse from the spirit puppet cave of our sect."

"I ask you one last time, regret is still an option now. Do you really wish to risk possession of this body? This was a mighty demon that once formed the rudiment of Dao Mastery. Even after being eroded and sealed by our sect's Secret Technique, and despite the assistance from the Hua Sheng Pond, in my view, the success rate is still less than fifteen percent."

The illusory figure gradually solidified, transforming into a middle-aged man who looked like a common farmer.

The man had an average face, average height; everything about him was so ordinary that thrown into a crowd he would be unrecognizable. If he hadn't appeared here, nobody would know that this utterly unremarkable person was Chen Haichao, the one who controlled the Controlling Spirit Holy Puppet Sect,

the powerful figure who had brought the sect from the bottom of the demonic sects to its present position, just one step away from being the leader.

"Thank you, Master, for allowing this!" Ling Xudu's eyes lit up, and the root-like blood vessels at his neck lashed out, immediately wrapping around the headless demon corpse on the ground and pulling it into the black pool of liquid.

"Foolish child, our sect's strategist has only lost a battle; why go to such lengths?" Seeing this, Chen Haichao couldn't help but frown.

"Master, from today onwards, the strategist is dead, killed by Zi Zai Tian's Lord Tan Lang. If I am fortunate enough to succeed and truly possess this powerful ancient demon body, then I will have a chance for revenge."

"Lord Tan Lang is powerful and cunning. In this defeat, I lost not only my cultivation but also my strategic foresight. I am already infested with inner demons; without winning this back, my cultivation will cease to progress."

That day during the battle, Yi Chen hadn't held back much. According to his thoughts at the time, although he needed someone of weight to relay the message back, switching the focus onto Yuan Jun and away from others' attention towards him, letting Ling Xudu go back alive would suffice.

If the message could get through just like that, even better.

Adhering to the principle of "if it doesn't kill, push it to the brink," Yi Chen had directly inflicted severe damage to Ling Xudu's foundation and, after killing the Wusheng Sword Mother, also granted him a soul-destroying death ray at the last moment.

Once this ray entered the soul, of all the Jianxie Sect cultivators on the airship, only an early-entrance-level elder survived and even he was left a simpleton, unable to seek shelter from the rain or distinguish between food and trash picked up from the ground, whilst the rest perished.

The battle had nearly disintegrated Ling Xudu's physical body. If not for the miraculous Controlling Spirit Holy Puppet Sect's Hua Sheng Pond, a regression in realm would have been certain.

"Well then, since you have made up your mind, I shall lend you a helping hand. If you can truly merge with this ancient demon body of the Moroko clan, it will be as if you have ascended to heaven in one step. No cultivator who hasn't formed the rudiment of Dao Mastery will be able to oppose you."

"Speaking of which, the intelligence you've brought back this time is quite interesting. I have put a little plan into action and set up three cultivators to ambush that Doumu Origin Lord. Now, the soul lamps of those two fools from Xie Tian Sect have been extinguished, haha."

"With such a clean and overwhelming suppression, Doumu Origin Lord is definitely True Monarch of Dao Mastery, and also a rather interesting cultivator of Dao Mastery, the odd Hall Master of Beidou Origin Lord who feigns insanity and foolishness. Zi Zai Tian is aiming quite high."

A strange expression flickered across Chen Haichao's face, and an image of the old fox, Heavenly Master, flitted through his mind, as if he had thought of something. His expression changed:

"Xu Du, I will impart to you a section of the Controlling Spirit Holy Scripture that contains the Spirit Control Verse, and will also grant you three drops of my essence blood. With these, the success rate of possessing this ancient demon body should rise to twenty-five percent. This is all I can do for you; the rest is up to you."

"Furthermore, I would like to advise you, one should always contemplate from a distance. The conflict in the Northern Region is but a marginal struggle on the chessboard of life. Ups and downs are common in life. It is a pity that your journey so far has been too smooth, which is not good."

The failures are actually the norm in one's life; failure itself is not scary, but rather the fear of failing to recover, falling into madness.

Some of our predecessors, now they were truly unyielding!"

"Heh, to become an immortal."

With a meaningful sigh, Chen Haichao flipped his hand and a curved knife appeared in his palm. Grasping the knife forcefully, he made a swipe, and three drops of golden blood oozed out of the wound, falling into the Hua Sheng Pond.

Looking at the resentment and stubbornness in Ling Xudu's eyes that he could not shake off, Chen Haichao shook his head reluctantly; the attachment had penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and now the strategist of his Controlling Spirit Holy Puppet Sect was indeed a strategist in name only.

With a flash, Chen Haichao's figure slowly faded and soon appeared in an ancient cave full of books, not emerging onto the surface of Black Qi Mountain until Ming Yue had set in the west.

Chen Haichao looked up at Yuan Yue, a corner of his mouth revealing an odd smirk: "A change in heaven and earth?"