"A bit interesting."
She had originally harbored the intention of cultivating both Yin and Yang.
Now that this Yang Mountain was complete, it was like laying the foundation for a ten-thousand-foot tower, as solid as a fortress.
Yet, regarding offensive means, apart from her brute strength and the Great Halberd, and in terms of techniques, aside from a few Divine Abilities for Water Control and fire manipulation, she really had nothing impressive to show.
This "Mingwang Zhuo Huo Ding" came at just the right time.
The Zhuo Huo is no ordinary fire.
It is the fire of the heart, the flame of the Spiritual Terrace.
It does not burn skin or flesh; it specifically burns the Divine Soul.
If cultivated to Major Achievement, with just one glare, anyone with a weak Divine Soul would likely be burned into an idiot by this Zhuo Huo on the spot.
Jiang Yuechu hesitated no longer. With a slight movement of her mind, she attempted to circulate this newly acquired technique.
Hooo— As she breathed and exhaled, a spark suddenly ignited within her Dantian and Qi Sea below her abdomen.
Immediately after, Jiang Yuechu felt the scene before her eyes change abruptly.
First, it was like curling wisps of light smoke, blurring her vision.
Then, countless fireflies danced about, flickering on and off.
After that, it was the scorching Yang flames rising above the vast desert, distorting the Void Realm.
Finally, it transformed into a solitary lamp, hanging above the boundless blue sky.
The five phases rotated.
Boom! A warm current rose from her Dantian, instantly coursing through her limbs and bones.
Jiang Yuechu opened her eyes abruptly. In that instant, two clusters of five-colored flames danced within her originally cold, black eyes.
"A bit interesting..." Jiang Yuechu clicked her tongue lightly, her eyes filled with pleasant surprise.
Isn't this just the so-called 'glare and make them an idiot' technique?!
If two people are fighting, without prior knowledge, who would guard against someone else's gaze for no reason?
Jiang Yuechu sighed in admiration, her slender fingers gently stroking her chin.
Although she currently relied mainly on the Yang Mountain path of the Four Evils of the Great Wilderness, which emphasized grand, sweeping movements and pushing forward with her Physical Body,
this did not prevent her from hiding a sneak attack up her sleeve that would be impossible to guard against.
"Hoo..." Jiang Yuechu exhaled a breath of stale air and did not continue to squander it.
Up ahead was Luling.
It was currently gathered with four Mountain Gazing Great Demons, plus that Lamp Lighting Realm Demon Saint who might break the Seal and emerge at any moment.
Calling it a dragon's pool or tiger's den would not be an exaggeration.
If she truly encountered some unmanageable accident, or fell into a hopeless, fatal predicament...
This twenty-eight thousand years of Dao Cultivation would be her final life-saving talisman.
...Deep within Luling.
Huiyue Great Sage felt another aura dissipate, and his heart grew increasingly irritated.
Even though he was trapped within the Seal, he could still sense the auras of the eighteen Mountain Gazing Great Demons that had once been under his command...
First, Silver Bone fell, and now it was Red Scale...
That was Red Scale! Back then, it was the most arrogant and the one with the strongest combat power among the eighteen Demon Venerables.
Even if it didn't come to save him... it had ultimately fallen in the Jiangnan West Circuit!
Even for a Human Race Martial Artist who was also in the Mountain Gazing Realm, how could it be easy to kill a Demon Venerable of the same Realm?
Only the Lamp Lighting Realm! Only the Lamp Lighting Realm! Could be so destructive, killing two Mountain Gazing Great Demons in succession!!!
He had originally wanted to let various demons stir up trouble on the periphery to pin down the elite forces of the Great Tang, and then use the numerical advantage of the Demon Venerables to force White Jade Tower to become distracted.
The best outcome would be to force this half-dead White Jade Tower before him to use up that final Lamp Lighting opportunity ahead of schedule.
As long as White Jade Tower died, who in this region could stop him, Huiyue Great Sage, from seeing the light of day again?
But now... Silver Bone was dead. Red Scale was dead. How much longer could the remaining few, including Jade-Faced, hold on?
If this dragged on, waiting for that unknown Lamp-Lighting Martial Saint to free up their hands and rush to Luling...
Thinking of this, the stagnant black mist at the mouth of the well suddenly boiled.
...Nameless barren mountain. Four figures were entrenched on all sides. Suddenly, four pairs of eyes opened simultaneously.
There was no omen, nor any verbal exchange. Just four strands of Demonic Qi that suddenly soared into the sky.
Jade-Faced Demon Venerable's hand, which was waving a folding fan, paused slightly, and a trace of shock and doubt flashed in his narrow eyes.
"This..." Green Wolf Demon Venerable frowned and said, "Why is Old Demon Saint so anxious? Silver Bone Demon Venerable hasn't arrived yet... and the others are still on the way..."
"The Great Sage has given an order. Do you intend to disobey it?" Jade-Faced Demon Venerable said gloomily. Although he also didn't know what the Old Demon Saint was rushing for, since the Great Sage had given an order, how could they not obey?
Green Wolf's body trembled, green light flickered in his eyes, and he finally lowered his head: "I dare not."
"Since you dare not, then let's move out." Jade-Faced Demon Venerable turned around, his gaze crossing over layers of mountains and landing on the heavily guarded Human Race camp in the distance.
"Four against four, although there are some risks, but..." "What does it matter?"
Roar!!! Four terrifying auras, wrapped in the black clouds that filled the sky, like an overturned heavenly river, crashed down towards the place of the Seal!
...Central military tent. The candlelight flickered. Lü Qinghou stared at the candle flame in a trance.
Suddenly, the candle flame on the desk extinguished instantly. Lü Qinghou did not feel much panic, but rather a sense of relief.
"Finally... you couldn't sit still anymore, could you?" He slowly stood up and lifted the curtain to go out.
Outside the tent, the strong wind howled. Two elderly figures were already standing before the tent.
The old man in the purple robe had his beard and hair standing on end, with lightning surging around his body; he was clearly extremely angry. The old man in the green shirt beside him had a grave expression.
"Lord Lü." The old man in the purple robe gritted his teeth and said, "Two Mountain Gazing are still on the way... These Beasts really chose a good time!"
Lü Qinghou's expression was calm, and he did not reply. He only slowly drew his saber from its sheath.
"Whether it is a good time or a bad time." "Since they have come, then there is only one battle to be fought."
Swish— A stream of plain white light arrived in an instant. Everyone subconsciously looked to the side. The stream of light landed, the dust settled, revealing a slender figure.
Clad in white clothes as snowy as can be, with an ancient sword strapped to her back.
A glimmer of brightness flashed in Lü Qinghou's eyes, and his tense face relaxed slightly. "Junior Sister Gu, you are here."
Gu Wanlan nodded slightly, which counted as a greeting. Her cold gaze swept over Lü Qinghou. Without much small talk, she just said indifferently: "Senior Brother."
Lü Qinghou's gaze involuntarily looked toward the direction behind her. His Adam's apple bobbed once, as if he wanted to ask, but dared not.
Gu Wanlan seemed to have seen through his thoughts. "Master asked me to bring a message."
Lü Qinghou's expression became solemn. "Speak."
Gu Wanlan reached out and pressed her hand against the hilt of the sword on her back, watching the four escaping lights approaching from a distance. "The old man says..."
Clang—!!! The long sword was unsheathed by three inches. The sound of the sword ringing actually drowned out the sound of the wind and thunder filling the sky.
"Do not look back."
Lü Qinghou's body shook violently, and the hand holding the saber trembled slightly.
At this moment, what this sentence represented, who among those present could not know?
This Lamp-Lighting Martial Saint who had dedicated hundreds of years to the Great Tang. Today. Was he ultimately going to burn out... for this last time?
"Hoo..." Lü Qinghou tilted his head back and exhaled a long breath of stale air. He forcefully suppressed the touch of bitterness in the depths of his eyes.
When he lowered his head again, there was only determination in his eyes. Since Master was already prepared to die, why should they spare their own lives?
Boom—!!! Four Mountain Gazing Realm Martial Venerables soared into the sky. Facing the black clouds pressing down from above, they went against the current. The Battle of Luling was on the verge of breaking out.