Chapter 390 - 195: Annihilating the Divine Fire Sect: Exchanging Spiritual Fire
Chapter 390: Chapter 195: Annihilating the Divine Fire Sect: Exchanging Spiritual Fire
Gazing up at the giant fire dragon in the sky and at Xiao Chen, who stood proudly in the air clad in green robes, Shouyuan True Man felt a sense of disbelief wash over him.
’So this is what a genius looks like?’
’Have I been mistaken about the Southern Domain all this time?’
’Is it possible to cultivate such powerful Magic in a barren land like this?’
Master Fu Jian’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as he stared at the fire dragon in disbelief.
Anyone capable of such Magic was clearly a once-in-a-million prodigy among Magic Cultivators.
’To think I actually advised him to switch to the Sword Dao. I must have been out of my mind.’
’Thankfully, Xiao Chen didn’t listen to my advice. Otherwise, they would have missed out on a super-powerful ally today.’
Thunder Sound True Man’s thoughts were much simpler. He was purely ecstatic.
’This is great! The Lingyuan Sect is saved!’
"Hahaha, Divine Fire descends upon the world! So this is the true descent of the Divine Fire!"
Master Nijie burst into laughter. The story he had fabricated on the spot had actually come true. "The heavens themselves are helping me!"
"Even the heavens are on my side! I am destined to reign supreme in this era!"
Hm?
Xiao Chen was a little surprised. ’Has the pressure finally gotten to this guy? Did he just snap?’
’Why is he spouting such nonsense?’
The others were equally baffled, but then Broken Blade Zhenren’s expression changed as if he had realized something.
"You were born with original sin!"
Master Nijie pointed a finger at Xiao Chen. "In the name of the Yellow Springs True Monarch, I shall deliver heaven’s punishment for your sins. I sentence you to be cast into the Nine Netherworld, to fall into eternal hell. This hell is named—Nijie!"
Before his voice had even faded, layer upon layer of ghostly figures appeared within a radius of several hundred zhang.
A phantom with a blank face, surrounded by the waters of the Yellow Springs, materialized.
Compared to when it was used by a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, the Yellow Springs Secret Technique cast by a Golden Core True Man was far more vivid.
Not only could one clearly see the jade beads hanging from the Yellow Springs True Monarch’s ceremonial crown, but one could even faintly discern a profound inscription seemingly carved onto each bead.
At the same time, as the Secret Technique unfolded, three Treasure Mirrors materialized in front of Master Nijie.
Each mirror was a full four zhang, four chi, and four cun tall, and eighteen chi wide. A sinister Demonic Qi swirled around them, seeming to connect to the Nine Netherworld.
Reflected within them was a black shadow identical to Xiao Chen in every way—height, weight, and build.
"Hahaha, I bet you didn’t expect this!"
The smile on Master Nijie’s face was completely unconcealed. "After two hundred years of bitter cultivation, I have long since cultivated the Eighteen Hells Secret Skill to the Great Success Realm."
"Now, I can perfectly replicate any cultivator without any prerequisites."
"And I can create three avatars at once, each possessing the exact same strength as you."
At these words, everyone was dumbfounded.
Originally, the Nijie Hell technique had a flaw: it could only copy a cultivator’s cultivation and Magic, but not their Spiritual Artifacts.
Thus, their actual combat power was lower than that of a normal Golden Core True Man.
Even if it copied a Middle Stage Golden Core cultivator, it couldn’t fully unleash the normal strength of a Golden Core cultivator.
But Xiao Chen was a special case. His True Yang Fire Dragon looked infinitely powerful and unstoppable.
If the replicated avatars summoned three identical fire dragons, the battle would become a completely one-sided slaughter.
There was no way to fight back!
The reinforcement who had arrived just in time had instantly become the perfect target for the Nijie Hell technique.
He had become an accomplice to the enemy!
At this thought, Master Nijie couldn’t help but start taunting him in advance. "Ah, Xiao Chen, you’ve really given me a huge surprise."
"Originally, I was only ninety percent confident of victory today, but thanks to you..."
"With you as the perfect material, I am destined to win it all today!"
Victory was at hand. The legacy of the Yellow Springs Dao was within his grasp. A grand path to the heavens lay before him.
Even though Master Nijie was an old man who had lived for over three hundred years, he couldn’t resist celebrating prematurely.
The other Demon Dao Golden Core cultivators immediately joined in his laughter, a great weight lifted from their hearts.
The Orthodox Cultivators, on the other hand, grew anxious.
Daoist Yao Qin hurriedly shouted, "Xiao, retract your Magic! Don’t give him a chance to copy it!"
But Master Gongliang at her side sighed. "Sigh... The avatars are already formed. It’s useless to cancel it now."
If it could be circumvented so easily, it would never have become the signature technique of the Yellow Springs Dao.
"Hahaha, the old geezer has some sense after all!"
Hearing his enemy’s sigh was like music to Master Nijie’s ears, and he felt a deep sense of satisfaction.
As he spoke, the three avatars each began to form a Hand Technique.
They, too, began to cast the True Yang Nine Dragon Dance.
The next moment, everyone saw three more identical True Yang Fire Dragons appear in the middle of the battlefield.
But when everyone focused their gaze on them...
...they saw that the three True Yang Fire Dragons were a mere twelve zhang long each. Even combined, they weren’t as big as the tip of the original’s tail.
"Tch. Is that it?"
Daoist Yao Qin breathed a sigh of relief and let out a soft laugh. "Nijie, your fire dragon is so small."
As soon as she said this, the other Orthodox Cultivators around them all got strange looks on their faces.
The legendary Eighteen Hells Secret Technique didn’t seem so special after all, did it?
Meanwhile, the Demon Dao Golden Core cultivators on the opposing side looked to Master Nijie in bewilderment.
"Nijie, what’s going on?"
The Eighteen Hells Secret Technique was supposed to be a crucial trump card, one that could change the course of the entire battle. How could it fail so spectacularly?
They desperately wanted an explanation, hoping this was all just a misunderstanding.
However, they were doomed to be disappointed.
Master Nijie’s mind had gone completely blank. He stared dumbly at the scene before him, unable to utter a single word.