Almost at the same time the Twelve Golden Men were struck down, in the E Pang Palace, within a side hall, two black-clad cultivators abruptly opened their eyes: "Yin Yang Law Domain, rise!"
They were none other than Ying Kong and Ying Yuan, the only two Nascent Soul cultivators in the Ying Family besides Zao Fu.
Not only that, the cultivation techniques they practiced complemented each other; Ying Kong's magic domain was the Great Sun Crossing the Sky, while Ying Yuan's domain phenomenon was the True Position of the Moon.
The two together formed the Unity of Yin and Yang, containing the mysteries of creation!
The sun and moon hung in the sky, endless light temporarily halting the five Nascent Souls.
"Zhang Daoling of the Five-Dou Rice Dao, Zhang Jiao of the Taiping Dao, Pei Gong Liu Ji, Overlord Xiang Yu, Lady Yu Ji..."
Ying Kong named each of the invaders, his expression growing increasingly grim: "The five major leaders of the righteous armies of the world are all gathered here, very well... if I can eliminate you all today, our Immortal Qin can continue for millennia!"
"You think we are those foolish Five Overlords?"
Zhang Jiao laughed loudly: "Rather than wait for Zao Fu to break through, it's better to take his life while he's weak! Everyone... as per our previous agreement."
Yu Ji nodded, causing countless flowers to bloom, and she advanced towards Ying Yuan.
Liu Ji caressed the Yellow Gourd in his hand, also joining the fight against Ying Kong.
In an instant, the Great Sun Crossing the Sky erupted into blazing flames, scorching countless green vines.
Yet, no matter how the vines were burned, more and more of them emerged.
Upon initial contact, Liu Ji confirmed that even with Yu Ji, they could not match the two Nascent Souls opposite them.
But delaying for a moment or two was still achievable.
"The Flowers Realm descends!"
Yu Ji formed a spell with her hands, and gigantic flower buds blossomed on the vines, releasing pink pollen.
Watching the flowers bloom on his vines, Liu Ji glanced at Xiang Yu's direction for some reason, feeling slightly guilty.
Xiang Yu, cloaked in purple lightning, surrounded by a magic domain of clashing gold and iron horses, his presence was immensely imposing.
He shouted loudly as the energy of heaven and earth coalesced into a golden spear, crashing down with a roar, aimed at an inconspicuous palace.
Just as the golden spear was about to fall, the seemingly ordinary palace began to glow with spiritual brilliance, clearly a most peculiar magical weapon.
Countless spells formed a torrent, colliding with the golden spear, causing shockwaves that reduced the surrounding luxurious palaces to ruins.
"A mere magical weapon, dares to display divine skills?"
Xiang Yu brought his five fingers together and launched a punch: "Take this punch from the Overlord!"
Suddenly, a thunderbolt fell from the sky, merging with the power of his punch, like divine thunder crashing down, landing on the palace.
Amid the flickering lightning, the palace quickly turned to ash.
Countless glazed tiles and gold bricks collapsed, revealing a mural depicting a carriage drawn by eight magnificent horses.
At that moment, a horse's neighing issued from the mural.
The originally expressionless eyes of the eight horses gradually ignited with flames, like a dragon being given eyes, scales grew on their bodies, their forms became slender, suddenly transforming into eight dragon souls, shattering the mural, and charging towards the sky!
"These are... the eight steeds of the ancient Mu Heavenly Emperor?"
Zhang Daoling was taken aback: "Truly worthy of the steeds capable of journeying west to Kunlun, not only bearing the bloodline of the Dragon Horses but having already evolved into dragons!"
"Haha, Zao Fu, you've exhausted your techniques."
Zhang Jiao laughed heartily: "To even refine a magical weapon into the form of a carriage, it truly is the fate of a carriage driver." New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on N0v3l.Fiɾe.net
With a wave of his hand, dozens of Yellow Turban Warriors appeared.
These were Daoist Soldiers!
Ordinary soldiers wrapped their heads in yellow turbans, drank talisman water, and recited divine spells, gaining immense strength and becoming impervious to weapons.
However, this was just the most basic level.
Above the Yellow Turban Warriors were the Yellow Turban Divine Soldiers!
These Daoist Soldiers required meticulous refinement, each equivalent to the powerful spirits under Zhang Daoling, able to battle Core Formation Ancestors!
At that moment, dozens of Yellow Turban Warriors engaged in battle with the eight dragon souls.
No matter how fiercely those eight dragons roared, they were still suppressed by the Golden Divine Soldiers.
Among these three Nascent Souls, Zhang Daoling sought only to spread the Dao throughout the world and had little interest in conquest, but Zhang Jiao and Xiang Yu had sworn to become Emperor by being the first to kill Zao Fu. After dealing with the peripheral defenses, they immediately charged towards the ruins below.
Amidst the dragon's roar, an old black dragon several hundred feet long appeared.
This was not a divine beast but a manifestation of Immortal Qin's fortune!
The black dragon unleashed its ferocity, forcing both Xiang Yu and Zhang Jiao, the two Nascent Souls, to retreat.
A disheveled, extremely aged old man with spots all over his face, as if merely skin and bones, slowly stepped out.
His aura remained potent, yet he had not broken through the Nascent Soul realm.
On the contrary, the deathly aura grew even thicker.
He sighed deeply: "Heaven has forsaken me! Heaven has forsaken me!"
He had been in seclusion for decades while chaos engulfed Immortal Qin and righteous armies rose.
Yet he himself had not broken through to a realm beyond Nascent Soul!
He was already near death, preparing to convert to the Immortal Path, for as a Nascent Soul expert, he already possessed the embryo of a primordial spirit, making the transition to an immortal quite simple—abandon the mortal body and merge with dragon energy using a secret technique.
As for the immortal teachings, he had long obtained them from the West Zhou Empress.
Alas... at this critical juncture, formidable foes had come to his doorstep!
Zao Fu could only hastily end his seclusion to face the formidable enemies.
These figures had extraordinary means, considered among the most formidable among Nascent Soul cultivators, causing a chill in Zao Fu's heart, realizing that today might not end well.
After all, he only had average talent, and his current accomplishments were due to his exceptional resilience in surviving.
But now, being the number one under heaven, the Black Emperor, and the target of countless righteous armies, survival was no longer an option...
"Zao Fu, prepare to die!"
Xiang Yu was not intimidated by Zao Fu's aura; instead, he roared in anger, descending like a god of thunder.
"Black Water Profound Realm!"
Zao Fu opened his Nascent Soul Domain; he was at Nascent Soul Perfection, just a step away from Refining God. His domain was immensely powerful, forming its own world, drowning Xiang Yu in boundless black water to suppress him.
If it were only a duel between the two, Zao Fu was entirely confident of dealing with this madman.
Alas, as he acted, Zhang Daoling and Zhang Jiao also unleashed their domains, with a yellow sky forcefully invading from one side, and an army of countless spirits from the other.
Under the pressure of the two domains, the Black Water Profound Realm began to tremble.
Seeing this, Zao Fu's aged face, with its clouded eyes, shifted slightly.
The Black Water Profound Realm expanded once more, encompassing Zhang Daoling and Zhang Jiao as well.
This was merely a stopgap measure; three Nascent Souls combined, and the Black Water Profound Realm would be breached in a few breaths!
At this moment, Zao Fu raised a magic sword to his throat.
Within the Black Water Profound Realm, Zhang Daoling shouted: "He intends to disassemble his body and transform into an immortal!"