Just as they entered the white mist.
The surrounding air seemed to solidify.
It wasn't the dampness of water vapor, but a physical sense of heaviness.
Jiang Yuechu's brow furrowed slightly.
She could feel that this heaviness was not acting upon her Physical Body.
Instead, it pressed directly upon her Divine Soul.
A pervasive, chilly aura followed the acupoints throughout her body, attempting to drill into the Sea of Consciousness at her brow.
In her mind, uncontrollable and chaotic thoughts faintly surfaced.
Fragments of her past life, the slaughters of this life, and even the venomous faces of the demons she had personally slain.
They flashed before her eyes like a revolving lantern, attempting to interfere with her mind.
Jiang Yuechu's expression remained cold and clear, without much emotional fluctuation.
She simply turned her eyes to glance at Running Ox beside her.
This black ox demon's current situation could be described as utterly terrible.
Running Ox was pale-faced and trembling all over, his gaze piercing through the layers of white mist.
Above the vast marsh below, dots of ghostly blue spiritual light were faintly visible.
Flying boats, etched with the insignia of Wuxiang Mountain, were rising up in dense swarms like carp crossing a river.
The grand array had been triggered, and the mountain patrol Disciples of Wuxiang Mountain had already sensed it.
Running Ox's Adam's apple bobbed violently as he swallowed a large mouthful of saliva.
"Your Highness..."
"How about... we just retreat..."
Facing such a behemoth that had been passed down for untold ages.
The terrifying pressure originating from the Dao Lineage's mountain gate completely shattered the psychological defenses of this Great Marsh demon.
What Eldest Sister Ni Chang, what deep sibling affection.
In the face of this suffocating pressure, it was all thrown to the Nine Heavens.
Being able to stay alive was what truly mattered.
This couldn't really be blamed on him.
A demon who had barely stepped into the first or second level of the Denglou Realm might still be able to act tyrannically in the outside world.
But to face the pressure given by a Twenty-Five Lineages Dao Lineage.
It was no different from a mantis trying to stop a carriage.
Not everyone possessed the unscrupulous confidence of Jiang Yuechu.
As for the tiger demon Jiang Yuechu was carrying in her hand.
It was even more straightforward.
The moment they charged into the white mist, this little demon's eyes rolled back, and it fainted dead away.
It had long since despaired.
As a guide, it had led this Jinx to the gates of Wuxiang Mountain.
If this Jinx won, it might still manage to survive.
But how could this Jinx possibly win?
This was Wuxiang Mountain, where a Great Power of the Chess Player Realm resided.
Once this Jinx was suppressed by the Dao Lineage's Immortal Masters, would it, the guide, really have a way to live?
Rather than staying conscious to endure that unknown torture and mental collapse.
It was better to just faint away.
Being decapitated by a sword while unconscious would actually be a swift release...
Jiang Yuechu remained expressionless.
With a casual toss, she threw the limp tiger demon onto Running Ox's broad back.
The young girl slightly tilted her head back.
Stretching her arms, her bones emitted a series of extremely faint popping sounds.
Her slightly oversized black robes tightened with her movements, outlining her graceful yet explosively powerful figure.
Billowing black mist surged out from within her.
Like an ink-colored ocean bursting its banks, it instantly and arrogantly pushed aside the surrounding white mist.
Within the black mist, countless imprisoned demon souls let out silent roars.
Immediately following.
A piercing, blood-red glow erupted from deep within the black mist.
Red and black intertwined, reflecting the sky above the marsh like a purgatory.
Jiang Yuechu's eyes closed slightly.
A moment later.
The girl snapped her eyes open.
Deep within her pitch-black pupils, a golden-armored Divine Being seemed to draw a sword and strike out in fury.
"Break."
A single word, spoken with casual indifference.
Instantly.
Golden and white lightning suddenly erupted from the Sea of Consciousness at her brow.
Like divine thunder striking down from the Nine Heavens.
With her as the center, it swept out violently in all directions.
Wherever the lightning passed.
The seemingly heavy white mist was like melting snow under a blazing sun.
It dissolved completely in an instant.
In just a few breaths' time.
The sky over the marsh for dozens of miles around was cleared.
The scenery originally hidden in the mist was thoroughly exposed to the light of day.
Jiang Yuechu stood quietly in mid-air.
As expected.
It was just as she had guessed.
The mountain-protecting white mist of Wuxiang Mountain was not merely Weak Water Qi.
It was mixed with extremely sophisticated illusionary techniques.
Using the water vapor as a medium, it confused the mind and weighed down the Physical Body.
If an ordinary Tower Ascent great cultivator tried to force their way in, even if their cultivation wasn't dissolved by the Weak Water, they would unknowingly lose their mind.
Ultimately becoming withered bones at the bottom of this marsh.
But it just so happened to encounter Jiang Yuechu, who had recently mastered the "Seven Whites Body Breaking Method."
This great Divine Soul offensive technique, specifically designed to break through delusions, was the natural nemesis of such illusions.
Below.
The Wuxiang Mountain Disciples who had just taken flight on their boats.
Were all frozen in mid-air, staring dumbfoundedly at the figure in black robes in the sky.
The mist of the mountain-protecting array.
Had actually been shattered by a single word.
On one of the flying boats, a leading blue-robed Disciple was the first to react.
He abruptly drew the longsword at his waist, the tip pointing straight at the heavens.
"Who are you? How dare you trespass into our Wuxiang Mountain's gate!"
Facing the questioning from below, Jiang Yuechu didn't show the slightest hint of being offended or angry.
She merely lowered her eyes, her thin lips parting slightly as she spoke in a flat tone: "Where is the Hunyuan Demon Emperor?"
"Uh..."
The blue-robed Disciple was slightly taken aback.
She's here for that old dog Hunyuan?
His brow furrowed deeply, his gaze circling over the woman in black robes before him.
Could she be an enemy of that old dog?
Recently, there had been quite a few private rumors within the Sect regarding that old dog guarding the back mountain.
It was said he had offended some formidable character he shouldn't have, and thus ran to Wuxiang Mountain like a stray dog to beg for mercy.
It was only because the Elders were soft-hearted, considering the small gifts the old dog had offered and the fact that they happened to lack a Beast to guard the marsh, that he was allowed to survive in the back mountain.
He had always looked down on this.
Wuxiang Mountain was one of the grand Twenty-Five Lineages Dao Lineages; why should they take in such a furred and horned scourge?
What was even more ridiculous were those Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters who usually claimed to be aloof and pure.
Seeking the Dao, seeking the Dao, only to end up seeking it from a demon... For the sake of so-called guidance, each one of them couldn't wait to act like a grandson to that old dog.
It was simply farcical to talk about.
If the Elders had been willing to listen to advice, they should have skinned and cramped that old dog long ago to refine him into a great medicine. Why let him be so presumptuous in the back mountain?
These tangled thoughts only lasted for an instant in his mind.
No matter how much he looked down on that old dog, no matter how much he felt it was a disgrace to Wuxiang Mountain.
That didn't mean any random person could come and ride over Wuxiang Mountain's head.
She had grandly broken the mountain-protecting barrier.
And now she was looking down from above, demanding a person the moment she opened her mouth.
This kind of supercilious attitude was truly more infuriating than that old dog.
The blue-robed Disciple took a deep breath, suppressing the emotions churning in his heart.
With a flick of his wrist, water vapor flowed over the blade of his sword, faintly echoing the sound of waves.
"I don't care who you are, or what blood feud you have with that old dog."
The Blue-robed Deacon said expressionlessly, his voice carrying across the fields with the wind.
"But Wuxiang Mountain is not a place where you can act wildly."
"Withdraw immediately, otherwise..."