Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon!

Chapter 250: Chapter 165: Clash of Divine Souls (First Update)

Su Jie’s Divine Soul broke into Zhong Shiguan’s flesh, and the two Divine Souls began to make contact.

In an instant, Su Jie only felt a brightness before his eyes and found himself in a world filled with black seawater.

There were no sun, moon, stars, or seasons here, just the icy seawater with no waves to be seen, its depth unknown.

This was the Sea of Consciousness of mankind, also known as the Sea of Souls, where the soul resides and is nurtured.

Within the Sea of Consciousness, Su Jie saw Zhong Shiguan’s Divine Soul, one with legs and arms, but with blank features where its face should be.

Compared to Su Jie, although Zhong Shiguan was of the Secret Realm, his Divine Soul cultivation lagged behind Su Jie’s by a significant level.

“Get out of my body,”

Zhong Shiguan shouted angrily. Within the Sea of Consciousness, his Divine Soul stretched into a long arc, like a crescent moon scimitar, and swung down at Su Jie’s head.

Underneath the blade’s edge, the Sea of Consciousness roiled like overturned seas; this was his flesh after all, his home ground where his Divine Soul could exert greater might, instinctively repelling the approach of Su Jie’s foreign Divine Soul, much like a body’s rejection response.

“Your Divine Soul is far too weak!”

Su Jie’s lips curled into a cold arc; Divine Thunder surged within his Divine Soul, with countless thick bolts of Purple Cloud Heavenly Thunder rampaging brutally, striking down Zhong Shiguan’s Divine Soul, blasting it into an unrecognizable form, riddling the blade with cracks.

Su Jie’s Divine Soul was not only on the verge of transforming into the Primordial Spirit, but he also possessed Divine Skills like the Purple Cloud Heavenly Thunder within his Divine Soul—his combat strength was simply too strong for Zhong Shiguan to contend with.

“How can a Yunling Realm have such a strong Divine Soul?”

Zhong Shiguan retreated repeatedly and then gritted his teeth fiercely. Within the Sea of Consciousness, a sinister female figure appeared.

Clad in a white dress with a pale and delicate face, it was the Painting Woman, the fifth-grade fierce ghost.

Turns out Zhong Shiguan, knowing he was no match, had summoned the Painting Woman into the Sea of Consciousness to help in the fight, akin to a ghost possession.

“Even with a female ghost, it’s useless.”

Su Jie formed seals with his hands, and Thunder condensed, turning into a Thunder Spear in his right hand.

As Su Jie pointed with the tip of the spear, myriad bolts of thunder struck down, illuminating the entire Sea of Consciousness.

The Painting Woman’s body was pierced through by bolts of thunder. The domineering Heavenly Thunder, lethal to the Divine Soul, even as the Painting Woman withstood it, her body sustained serious damage, flickering like a short-circuited bulb, her form blurring and distorting uncontrollably.

“Mirror!” @@novelbin@@

The Painting Woman’s body flattened and widened, transforming into an antique vanity with a brass mirror on top, reflecting the image of Su Jie.

An eerie, chilling force transferred through, and as Su Jie looked down, he saw legions of Painting Women emerging below his legs, clutching tightly at him and dragging him towards the mirror, pulling half of Su Jie’s body into the Mirror World.

“Child’s play. You dare flaunt inferior skills at my door.”

The Thunder Spear spun and pierced directly into the copper mirror; countless bolts of thunder erupted from the spear, forming a column of thunder that connected the Dome of the Sky with the Sea of Consciousness. Above, it punctured through the Sea of Souls; below, it evaporated countless black seas, lighting up the entire Sea of Consciousness.

Crack!

The legion of Painting Women directly disintegrated under the thunder, and the vanity showed signs of electrical scorching.

But Su Jie’s Divine Soul, too, showed many colorful cracks. Under the assault of the copper mirror, enduring the damage to his Divine Soul, he let out a loud cry.

“Thunder, come.”

The thunderous trembling sound of thunder echoed throughout the land.

Above the Sky Dome, rows of Thunder Dragons roamed, tearing apart this Sea of Consciousness.

Zhong Shiguan fled in madness, but within the Sea of Consciousness, where could he possibly escape? Pierced by falling bolts of thunder, his entire Divine Soul shrank by more than half, his cries of agony unceasing.

Facing Su Jie’s dominance, all that remained for Zhong Shiguan was terror. His Divine Soul plunged into the Painting Woman’s mirror, then vanished within the Sea of Consciousness.

…

Outside.

While Su Jie and Zhong Shiguan were battling, changes had already taken place outside.

Attacked by one fierce ghost after another, Su Jie’s physical body was under constant assault. Yin souls fought and perished in the sky, and the thousand-hand centipede protected the vicinity of Su Jie’s body, but still ghosts broke through the blockade. Many of the ghosts’ abilities were extremely strange, and with Su Jie’s body lacking a Divine Soul, it was nothing more than a target, only capable of taking hits without any means of resistance.

Many wounds of various sizes appeared on Su Jie’s body.

On the other side, Zhong Shiguan’s body trembled like a sieve, but suddenly, the shaking stopped, and a remnant soul was taken out by the Painting Woman.

“Don’t think of escaping.”

It was at this moment that Zhong Shiguan suddenly opened his eyes, but the tone of his speech was distinctly Su Jie’s.

It turned out Su Jie had occupied his sea of consciousness and his Divine Soul had seized control of this physical body.

As Su Jie attempted to pursue, Zhong Shiguan’s figure had already vanished from sight. With the help of the Painting Woman, his speed of escape was extraordinarily fast.

In the blink of an eye, Zhong Shiguan appeared before a grave mound, swiftly rolling up a pair of scrolls.

This was a black and white scroll, and the pattern drawn inside was precisely the mountainous terrain of the grave mounds they were in.

As the scroll was rolled up, the surroundings began to turn topsy-turvy, with space changing and gradually reverting to the original scene of Han Mansion.

It was apparent that Zhong Shiguan’s scroll was no trivial object.

Seeing the changes in the scenery around him, Su Jie had no choice but to withdraw his Flying Sword, human-faced moth, and the thousand-hand centipede.

This battle had cost Su Jie dearly; his Flying Sword, Yin Soul, and human-faced moth all incurred significant damage. Su Jie’s own physical body and Divine Soul had also been seriously injured. While the wounds on the body could heal easily, the damaged Divine Soul would take several days to recover.

Although he defeated Zhong Shiguan, this was far from a great victory for Su Jie.

“We’re back.”

Behind him came Han Ruyan’s surprised voice. Su Jie turned around to see the girl holding Mo Shiyao, both shocked and overjoyed.

Just as Su Jie looked their way, Han Ruyan abruptly stopped talking and cautiously asked, “Are you Young Master Xu?”

“I am Zhong Shiguan, become my bride,” he said.

A sinister smile appeared on Su Jie’s face, scaring Han Ruyan into taking two steps back.

“You’re lying, you’re clearly Young Master Xu.”

However, Han Ruyan quickly came to her senses, recognizing the tone of voice as that of the Young Master Xu she knew.

“I am a Demon Cultivator, aren’t you afraid of me?”

“Young Master Xu, you didn’t come here for me, did you? If you wanted to harm me, you wouldn’t have saved me just now.”

“Save you? I was only looking out for myself.”

Su Jie raised his hands and grasped firmly around his neck, twisting his head off his shoulders.

The next moment, Su Jie’s Divine Soul darted out, flying back into his own body.

“Sigh, my own body is more comfortable after all; others’ bodies always feel rejected.”

Su Jie twisted his neck, uttering this lament.

Although his Divine Soul had usurped Zhong Shiguan’s body, that body was not his own, and it didn’t match his Divine Soul, making it as awkward and stiff as a rusted, oil-starved machine.

Forget using it for battle and cultivation; even everyday life was difficult to manage.