Yinshan Record

Chapter 225 Collapse Inch by Inch
Shi Chibao held a broken black iron sword with gold trim, and his body was surrounded by layers of qi.

Behind him stood six elite guards, each wielding a weapon. Most of these guards were practitioners of the Martial Scholar School, possessing exceptional agility and powerful inner energy. The moment the seven appeared, the atmosphere around them instantly became tense.

"We're too late."

The Heavenly City God's eyes shone with a deep, demonic light. He exhaled softly, and a breath of white mist shot out from his mouth. This white mist transformed into something resembling icicles, carrying layers of deep cold. Even Shi Chibao and the others, whose skills were extremely powerful, felt a chill seep into their bodies through their pores.

"Imperial Edict of Shangqing, Winter Thunder!"

Shi Chibao roared and pulled out a jade talisman from his sleeve. He forced a drop of blood from his fingertip into the talisman, and a thunderclap resounded in the shrine.

The Xuanmen (mystical sect) takes thunder magic as the general principle of Yin and Yang, and it is the first command between heaven and earth, possessing the power to suppress evil and exorcise demons. Pure Yang essence blood, once it enters this jade talisman, transforms into fuel, turning into a brilliant winter thunderbolt.

The jade talisman used by Shi Chibao was called the Winter Thunder Talisman, which the Liang Dynasty court obtained from the Shangqing Dao. It was a magical artifact imbued with the divine power of thunder. He specifically took it out of the treasury this time to deal with the demon-possessed City God Guo Bei.

The thunderous sound startled out layers of demonic shadows from within the white mist.

This breath of turbid air actually concealed countless shadows of evil spirits. If one were to be tainted by these things, one's cultivation would inevitably be damaged.

Without saying much, the six officers of the Imperial Guard pulled out a small box from their sleeves, each took out a handful of gold powder, and threw it at the City God of Guobei.

This thing seems to have a great restraining effect on Yin demons. It spreads freely, and when the demonic shadows in the mist encounter it, they let out a wail and return to nothingness.

"Commander Shi, you're too kind. You've ground so many golden statues of eminent monks into powder to entertain me..."

The yin mist spewed out by the City God of Tianan was a well-known technique of his sect, called the Nine Sons Yin Demon. On the surface, it was an extremely cold yin energy, but it concealed countless yin demons that would sneak into the human body through the pores and seven orifices. If it was not removed in time, it could lead to demonic possession in the future.

However, the imperial guards used the Xuanmen Jade Talisman to activate the Thunder Sound, forcing the Yin Demon to reveal itself, and then used the powder made from the golden body of a high monk as a means to break the demon.

Although it sounds unpleasant, these ashes, which have been imbued with Buddhist power for many years, are indeed the best means of breaking through demonic influences.

The other party came prepared.

The City God of Tianan silently chanted incantations.

"Tipo Tipo, Maha Tipo, Suvadam, Timora Hum..."

This incantation cannot be uttered by human tongue, nor can it be accurately described by any written language.

A layer of darkness enveloped his figure, distorting any light that passed through it, leaving only a hazy silhouette that was difficult to discern.

The sound was serene and ancient, as if it had been whispering in the world since before the creation of heaven and earth. It described the silence of an ancient era, before the sun, moon, and stars had taken shape.

In the endless darkness, the few dazzling lights flicker and fade in an instant. Deathly silence and eternal slumber are the defining characteristics of this universe.

Shi Chibao and his group of elite guards were not having an easy time. A mysterious force was pulling out the negative emotions in their hearts little by little and then amplifying them.

It was as if invisible tentacles were wantonly toying with the fear in their hearts, pulling it out from the depths of their minds and making it tangible.

"Profound and Boundless Shadow Spell!"

Shi Chibao could barely hold the knife in his hand. He recognized the supreme divine power that was famous in the Southern Wilderness Demonic Sect almost immediately.

Because it originates from the deepest and most obscure parts of the human heart, it is called profound.

Because it can extinguish the true nature of countless beings, it is called "limitless".

Because it originated from the hands of the Demon Lord of the End of Dharma in the outer void, it is revered as the Shadow.

Because it is blessed and recognized by the Primordial Demon King, it can be called a divine incantation.

Those who can master such supernatural abilities are by no means ordinary people, even in the demonic sect where powerful figures abound.

Why would someone like him set his sights on a mere City God of Tianan?
With just this thought, Shi Chibao felt the fear in his heart grow stronger, and a voice rose from the depths of his mind.

Worship, kneel down, kneel sincerely before this boundless power—only in this way can one find liberation. Shi Chibao flipped his broken sword and slowly cut open his left palm, hoping to use the pain to sober himself up from his despair.

However, this pain only intensified the fear in his heart. If it weren't for the Shangqing Jade Talisman on his body still sending waves of coolness and calming his mind, Shi Chibao would probably have already submitted to the City God of Tianan.

A sword rang out.

Su Che's figure reappeared, but this time he held a Fish Intestine Short Sword in his hand.

The shadows were deep and dark. Su Che felt a sense of gloom before his eyes, and various thoughts arose in his mind as he constantly questioned himself.

Give up. You've already sunk into this world long enough, why continue to torment yourself?

Give up. What kind of change can someone as insignificant as you possibly make?
Give up. The road ahead is full of rugged obstacles, and everyone is sinking into despair. What's the point of all this?

The pressure came constantly from above, and even more so from the real and tangible demonic power pressing down on him.

The City God of Tianan had eyes as cold as ice, his demonic pupils fixed on Su Che.

His demonic intent surged, causing the void to tremble, thus sealing off Su Che's rhythm of re-entering the Azure Emperor's Treasure Garden.

Su Che took a deep breath, and the sword energy within his dantian resonated. Lie Que's thunderous eyes pierced through the layers of darkness, also fixing their gaze on the City God of Tian'an beneath the gloomy demonic shadows.

Through countless ages of decline and a thousand years of darkness, this body and this sword still remain.

"I have a lamp that can illuminate the good and evil in people's hearts."

The Nine Netherworld Burning God Yin Fire surged forth from his body, meeting the Yin Demon Shadow and protecting Su Che.

"I have a sword that can sever the cause and effect of life and death."

Unlike Shi Chibao and the others, Su Che never lost his courage while enveloped in this magical power.

If one lacks the determination and courage to swing the sword forward, what meaning does the sword in one's hand hold?
"Duh."

Interesting young people deserve more attention.

The curse power of the City God of Tianan was as imposing as a mountain, sweeping in like a raging torrent crashing against the shore.

Su Che felt his body trembling under the pressure—his bones, muscles, and even his soul.

You have the resolve to draw your sword, but do you have the strength to do so?
The eyes of the City God of Tianan seemed to be asking a question.

Pain, despair, grief.

Su Che's eyes were more resolute than ever before.

Come on, let all of these come.

Let pain boil like fire within my bones, let despair tear my muscles and tendons like a ferocious beast, let grief crush my soul like a tsunami.

Even so, my hands do not tremble.

Even so, my heart will not be confused.

come on.

As the sword energy surged, Su Che fused all the demonic intent, pain, and despair that rose within him into one.

The hellish realm of Thailand, where three thousand sins are punished!
The eerie green sword light carried boundless ferocity, as if the Milky Way had reversed and was about to fall upon the City God of Tianan.

This divine body, formed from the offerings of incense in the human world, crumbled inch by inch.

(End of this chapter)