Chapter 463

Chapter 463: The Sky Crumbles and the Earth Shatters

Li Hui looked outside the mountain. Today, he had opened the gates of slaughter; for every ghost that fell, countless lives were saved in the world.

After the sword aura storm passed, Prince An was furious and commanded his subordinates to find a way to attack the talisman flag demon array. Hundreds of massive strange beasts charged forward. They were not ghostly beasts but beings birthed from the cultivation of ghosts, possessing overwhelmingly fierce strength.

"The enemy has found the loophole in the talisman flag demon array; most of their methods are related to exterminating ghosts," Li Hui had no choice but to activate the Tao Wu talisman. The fierce beasts resembling divine dragons swirled with black smoke, facing many opponents.

The Tao Wu talisman proved increasingly effective against ghostly beings, but it could not absorb the malevolent energy of these strange beasts, leading to a gradual weakening until it could barely hold on with the infused talisman power.

“This is troublesome; exterminating ghosts went smoothly, but eliminating these strange beasts has become a struggle,” Li Hui flicked his wrist, sending out various talismans and throwing many treasure talismans in an effort to clear his reserves on a large scale.

"Hahaha, so it’s like this; you specialize in ghost cultivators but have no means against these beasts," Prince An laughed loudly, ordering his subordinates to unleash all the strange beasts and open numerous cages to release human cultivators.

“Humans? Living people? Not possessed by ghosts, but with some sort of Dao art-like slave seal?” Li Hui was astounded that these ghosts could command human cultivators in battle, surging forward in droves.

Meanwhile, many strange beasts and slave cultivators were also released on Falling Lord Mountain. Li Hui, who had previously held the upper hand, now faced a rapid decline and fell into the disadvantage.

"The nine-colored deer, reversing the five elements!" The nine-colored deer was not just a mount; it possessed the power to reverse elements and disrupt the structural essence of things. It elegantly charged towards the strange beasts, causing them to collapse and fall wherever it went.

Li Hui quickly arranged his tactics, utilizing the residual power of the talisman flag demon array to draw the frenzied human cultivators into the Buddhist nation, allowing the protectors and cultivators from An Yun City to confront them and seek to assist. Moreover, he sent all Yin Thunder Gu into the wooden door, applying the Time-Flowing Talisman to drain all talisman power and accelerate time, aiming to quickly cultivate Yang Thunder Gu, anticipating a major battle ahead.

Outside the ritual altar, blood flowed like a river as the nine-colored deer and the Tao Wu retreated. The talisman power from the decree had been exhausted, but fortunately, only a little over a hundred strange beasts remained, significantly reducing the pressure.

“Boom, boom, boom…” A massive bone fragment crashed down as the monkey king held it firmly down.

The Ghost Emperor narrowly escaped, suffering immense losses today and becoming powerless to fight again.

Li Hui raised his hand and retrieved the Spirit Bright Great Saint’s Qi Tian Talisman, unable to spare attention for the half-bone left behind by the Ghost Emperor as the talisman flag demon array slowly began to shatter, no longer a reliable ally.

Thousands of ghost ships floated towards them, launching a volley of arrows from a distance. Even though the talisman flag demon array absorbed most of the arrows into the wooden door, it could not prevent the enemy’s fierce assault.

Jieyin secretly transmitted a message, “My lord, I am ready.”

“Good!”

Suddenly, brilliant Buddhist light erupted behind Li Hui, thousands of fine strands dispersing outward—an awe-inspiring sight from afar.

From within the Buddhist light emerged a golden Arhat with three heads and six arms, his forehead adorned with a vertical eye. His form continually expanded, reaching a terrifying height of two thousand zhang, looking down upon the ghost army from above.

With a resounding “bang,” the Arhat stomped his foot with immense strength, causing all the talisman flags to rise and shoot outward, piercing into the ghost ships. Soon, a “whoosh” like rushing water was heard; in the blink of an eye, the ghost ships fell silent, no longer able to shoot an arrow.

This was the power of the ultimate yin demon water, allowing the talismans to deactivate before serving one last purpose.

Before the enemy could react, the six-armed Arhat stomped again, creating rumbling sounds as the ground buckled and split. A large fissure burst forth toward Falling Lord Mountain, quickly erupting with hundreds of Buddhist artifacts and treasures that collided upon the mountain, exploding into golden brilliance.

The Arhat walked with great strides, leaving behind enormous footprints on the ground.

Li Hui still stood on the ritual altar, facing powerful enemies charging towards him. He struck fiercely at the greedy wolf’s shadow bones, then struck the Buddhist artifacts, casting the Tian Xu Corpse Disintegration Falling God Talisman. Turning to the wooden door, he saw the Yin Thunder Gu energizing on it.

A Fox King charged up with the Ghost Fox, showing impressive timing.

Mechanical beasts, Dao soldiers, poison pills, thunderbolts, palm-like thunders, ghost-shaking stones, capturing ghost methods, ancient sage script—all of Li Hui’s previous preparations emptied out, and he utilized every possible method, barely holding on through two waves of fierce attacks.

Prince An laughed joyfully, “Hahaha, he is making his final struggle; all the ghost kings advance to attack the enemy.”

Dozens of ghost kings and several Fox Kings surged forth, and Li Hui held on for a moment longer, only to find his pockets completely empty—no items left to exterminate ghosts.

With no alternatives, he had to once again employ the Spirit Bright Great Saint’s Qi Tian Talisman and the Tao Wu talisman. To his left, the monkey king stood over two hundred zhang tall; to his right, the Tao Wu fierce beast measured a hundred zhang in length, wildly clashing against the ghost kings.

“Kill!”

This battle was tumultuous, obscuring the sky and earth with ghost mist.

In the distance, the six-armed Arhat attacked Falling Lord Mountain, unleashing an onslaught of massive fist shadows that used sacred Buddhist relics to shatter palatial structures. Several ghost kings appeared to resist but were rendered silent and crumbled within mere moments.

The force was overwhelming and terrifying, bringing destruction with supreme power.

Li Hui was in a precarious position, with reinforcements continuously arriving outside the mountain. The monkey king shrank to a hundred zhang, while the Tao Wu grew increasingly ferocious, expanding uncontrollably, but it needed to withdraw at a certain point.

It wasn’t that he was unwilling to keep the talisman; it was just that leaving the Tao Wu’s body in the Yin Moon Dynasty would eventually lead to it being claimed by powerful ghostly beings, which would cause devastation if brought to the human realm.

As the monkey king’s form shrank to thirty zhang, attacks from ghostly treasures flew in from all directions, “Poof!” transforming back into a Jade Symbol, shooting back at him.

The Tao Wu talisman had also reached the brink of losing control. Li Hui hurriedly retrieved it as layers of ghostly beings climbed onto the ritual altar, beginning to fight in close combat.

Throughout the invasions of the Yin Moon Dynasty, with the External Transformation constantly enhancing the ghostly beings, he had reached the late-stage Bosa level. At that moment, a faint Bodhi tree light appeared behind him. As the saying goes, “A single grain of sand holds a world; a single tree holds enlightenment.” As ghostly beings approached, they immediately weakened, disturbed by the sound of scriptures being chanted, even reducing the ghost kings’ strength by two-tenths.

Li Hui utilized the Yinglong Demon-Subduing Technique and the True Spirit Burial Dragon Claw to puncture ghostly bodies and smash through the heads of ghost kings. He had deeply comprehended these two absolute techniques and, to enhance the power of the Cloud-Brush Dragon Claw Technique, realized that it did not combine well with Dao arts compared to these two secret techniques.

Suddenly, the wooden door behind him trembled, with faint thunder echoing from within.

“Is it done?”

“No, it failed; the Yang Thunder is too strong and is destroying the bug worms’ bodies.”

Li Hui reacted swiftly, taking a few steps to shove the wooden door outward. Amidst the howling winds, he released a three-zhang-long bug worm, which emitted bright bubbles from its body, making its form indistinguishable in an instant.

In the distance, the six-armed Arhat distractedly lifted an arm, effortlessly pulling Li Hui into the air. The ritual altar shook violently, and then a vast radiant light devoured everything.

This was not ordinary Yang Thunder; as the saying goes, “When things reach an extreme, they will turn; extreme yin converts to extreme yang”—in the realm of the Yin Moon Dynasty, it could be termed world-destroying heavenly thunder.

“Boom, boom, boom, boom…”

Destruction came swiftly, catching the ghostly beings attacking the ritual altar off guard. Not only did they fail to react in time, but the myriad types of ghost kings on the periphery also howled in panic, trying to escape, but it was too late.

No matter how fast they were, could they outrun lightning?

Previously, after unleashing the Tower of Calamity, another wave came—the extermination!!

“Not!” Prince An roared, seeing the Yang Thunder approaching, decisively gathering several ghost kings to shield him. However, the force was too great, with the sky crumbling and the earth breaking apart.