Immortal Creation.

Chapter 667 The Guest Star Shines on Wen Shu in the North

The iron armor was collapsing.

Countless wounds were torn and enlarged by the intense friction with the air, peeling off piece by piece with a tooth-grinding metallic twisting sound.

Countless tiny fragments of space crashed against the mechanical armor like hailstones, leaving behind a dense array of deep craters and scratches. The clanging sound concealed a deadly intent.

Large fragments of space struck or grazed Ning Zhuo, causing his body to tremble violently. His internal organs felt as if they were being shredded, and blood continuously seeped from the corners of his mouth and the gaps in his tattered armor, staining Qing Chi's clothes red.

This was only because his internal organs had been modified by spiritual arts, giving him extraordinary resilience. Otherwise, such extreme speed and twists would have already caused him to suffer massive internal bleeding.

The spatial storm, like a ferocious beast with its jaws wide open, carried immense power capable of crushing mountains and twisting steel. It relentlessly pursued Ning Zhuo, greedily devouring every inch of the remaining space.

It only stopped abruptly when it reached the limit of the turbid air in the lungs.

The secluded path has completely disappeared.

The spatial storm seemed to begin to devour itself, completely erasing all turmoil in a few breaths, turning into a deep, deathly silence of nothingness.

Subsequently, this void was eroded and filled with a massive amount of turbid air from the earth's lungs, eventually submerging it entirely.

This place has once again become a powerful barrier of earth energy, but this time, Ning Zhuo does not have a second candle body to create a second Guiji Winding Path.

In fact, the light of the Tai Su Sanxing Ruler also disappeared after the first construction of the channel.

It was restored to its original shape as a ruler.

Ning Zhuo did not know the White Paper City Lord's magic and could not cast the Light Goose on his own.

Even he struggled to use this precious treasure. After all, it was a magic weapon, while Ning Zhuo's own magical power was of poor quality, only at the Foundation Establishment level.

Ning Zhuo landed with Qing Chi in his arms.

The Azure Iron Armor emitted a piercing wail, followed by large-scale shattering and peeling of its back armor, and then the disintegration rapidly spread throughout its entire body.

This brand-new mechanical armor was completely destroyed after only a short period of use!
This shows just how thrilling and dangerous this life-or-death rescue operation was.

Even now, Ning Zhuo can still clearly feel the icy, bone-chilling, soul-freezing turbulent void!
His heart was pounding, and his face was grave.

In this decisive battle, he has now fallen into a completely passive position and is on the verge of defeat.

What enabled this was a choice made by the true form of the Lord of the River of Oblivion. The silhouette of the Nether Dragon aimed at the Path of Return to Silence was indeed incredibly sharp and precise, achieving a fatal blow against Ning Zhuo and Luo Si's side!

Ning Zhuo's expression was extremely solemn.

He held Qingchi in his arms, but turned back to look at the turbid air barrier that was as imposing as a mountain wall, and gritted his teeth inwardly.

The situation is quite bad.

He and Qing Jiaojun were on one side, and Luo Si was on the other.

The impure air barrier has cut off the transport of military forces. Without military support, how long can Ross hold out?

"My previous hesitation was unnecessary and not worthwhile!"

Ning Zhuo sighed inwardly, "I wonder if my telepathic communication with Luo Si during this perilous escape reached him?"

He needs Ross to continue providing support in order to buy time.

Time is of the essence!

He desperately needs time.

"Lord Qingyan!!!" A chorus of cries echoed from the Qingjiao army.

"Qing Chi!!!" Another ghost cultivator flew anxiously toward Ning Zhuo.

Jiao Ma's father also flew over the festival camp and shouted repeatedly, trying to calm the restless army.

Ning Zhuo narrowed his eyes and immediately realized that Qingjiao Army was also very unstable and on the verge of collapse!
Even if this army is newly established, it can still provide the most crucial military support. Without this support, Ning Zhuo, on his own, would basically not be qualified to participate in this decisive battle.

He must keep the Qingjiao Army in check!

The Qingjiao Army is divided into two main parts. One part is the Jiao family, which is very stable. But the other part is the Qing family of the Ghost Clan. With Qing Yan dead and Qing Chi in a coma, the cultivators in this part are at a loss and in a state of panic. Their morale has plummeted and they are on the verge of collapse.

Supernatural power—life hangs by a thread!
At the critical moment, Ning Zhuo directly planted a supernatural power in Qing Chi, which was in his arms.

He swiftly cast spells, applying detection and healing techniques in turn to Qingchi.

"Qingchi, wake up, wake up quickly."

Qing Chi was a member of the Ghost Clan. He was saved by Ning Zhuo, Luo Si, and Qing Yan at the cost of their lives, and his injuries were surprisingly not serious. He recovered quickly.

With the help of supernatural powers, she opened her eyes.

After a brief moment of confusion, her eyes reddened and tears welled up quickly.

Ning Zhuo simply placed her upright on the ground, making her stand, and held her shoulders with both hands: "Qing Chi, now is not the time to be sad. Do you want revenge?!"

Ning Zhuo's question stumped Qing Chi.

Ning Zhuo shouted again, "Your father is dead, and the culprit is Lord Wangchuan. He is your father's killer. Do you want revenge?!"

The sorrow on Qing Chi's face was quickly replaced by anger and hatred.

A blue flame flickered deep within her pupils as she gritted her teeth and replied, "Revenge! I must take revenge!!"

Ning Zhuo took a deep breath and looked directly into her eyes: "Now, the perfect opportunity for revenge is right in front of you."

"You need to stabilize yourself and then lead the Qingjiao Army to continue garrisoning. I need you to help me and provide military strength."

"The more military power, the better!"

"Can you do it, Qingqing?!"

"Only by working together can we thwart the long-term plan of the Lord of Wangchuan, restore peace and tranquility to the White Paper Immortal City, ensure that your father's sacrifice was not in vain, and seek justice for all the innocent lives sacrificed!"

Qing Chi took a deep breath and nodded fiercely: "Xiao Ma, I'll listen to you! We'll take revenge together!!!"

As she spoke, tears streamed down her face.

Ning Zhuo licked his dry lips, finding it difficult to meet Qing Chi's clear and intense gaze.

He turned his gaze to the sky: "I have cast a spell on you, so that you can receive my divine sense in time, and even receive my magical blessing."

He provided a cover for the supernatural being whose life hung by a thread.

"Trust me!"

"We haven't lost yet."

"Next, as long as I find a flaw in this magic array, I can once again influence the battle and rush to Luo Si's aid!"

The Immortal City of the River of Oblivion.

City Lord's Mansion.

"Hey, I'm back in again." Zeng Jide, with Sun Lingtong in tow, transformed into a black shadow, flowing like water through the cracks, and slipped into the city lord's mansion once more.

Previously, he almost had to leave the city lord's mansion.

But at the last moment, Sun Lingtong's heartfelt words touched him and made him suddenly realize that he also felt strange. Why did he obtain the Forgotten River Vortex so easily?
It's obvious that this was a trap deliberately set by the Lord of the River of Oblivion, specifically designed for Zeng Jide to steal!
"The Lord of the River of Oblivion possesses the innate talent of being unable to return from the River of Oblivion, which allows him to draw upon the cultivation memories of others from the River of Oblivion."

"Therefore, even if he is a ghost cultivator, he is also proficient in Confucian cultivation and even more proficient in formations. The latter two points can be seen from his big move this time."

"But despite his profound mastery of formations, he did not add any formations to the eye of the River of Oblivion."

"This setup is clearly designed to make me steal it; they're just trying to get rid of me if they want this."

"Then, fearing that I would continue to steal here and cause even worse consequences, they launched a plan, a gold-medal attack backed by national power, which forced me to flee in a sorry state."

"Good good..."

Zeng Jide gritted his teeth inwardly.

Lord Wangchuan's perfunctory attitude was much like giving alms to a beggar, which greatly offended the pride of this great thief.

Especially since Zeng Jide was surrounded by younger disciples from the same school.

Furthermore, Zeng Jide valued this young man highly and admired him greatly, believing he had a promising future.

When the younger generation of the sect grows up and looks back on this day, they will surely laugh: "Even the sect's elder Zeng Jide was nothing special; he was easily dismissed by Lord Wangchuan."

Where does this leave his past good deeds and reputation?
Revenge, we must get our revenge hard! So, Zeng Jide took Sun Lingtong and turned back to the city lord's mansion.

"I'm going to teach Lord Wangchuan a lesson that will leave a lasting impression!"

This time, Zeng Jide led Sun Lingtong directly to the core of the City Lord's Mansion.

Zeng Jide still had no intention of helping the painted-skin demon.

He still only wanted to teach the Lord of Wangchuan a lesson, not to offend him to the point of death.

"Huh? The defenses here are loose on the outside but tight on the inside, with a very grand array of magic formations. But it's completely out of place with the surrounding defensive layout, it's so strange."

Zeng Jide quickly noticed something was amiss and was drawn to it.

An old man and a young boy broke through the array space and arrived at the core area, where they discovered a huge rock.

The stone was over ten feet thick and nearly a hundred feet long, resembling the fossilized spine of some creature.

The surface of the fossil vertebrae is covered with a large amount of mud, lava, plant roots, and many spiral-shaped twisted holes.

The giant rock is deeply embedded in the earth, drawing upon the earth's vital energy on a terrifying scale.

"What is this?" Sun Lingtong asked Zeng Jide through telepathy.

Zeng Jide: "This must be a powerful earth-element treasure, which is using a magic array to disperse its power. Strange!"

"Such a grand arrangement must have a great purpose."

In that instant, Sun Lingtong had a sudden inspiration and almost clapped her hands: "This is great! Senior, since the Lord of the Forgotten River has been bullying us like this, let's steal it and teach him a lesson."

Zeng Jide hesitated, "Wouldn't this... offend Lord Wangchuan?"

In a short time, he could not discern the origin of the magic circle surrounding the boulder.

Black Cloud Space.

Rumble…

After a series of explosions, Ning Zhuo, wearing his third set of Azure Iron Armor, squeezed into a pitch-black array space.

All around was absolute silence and suffocating darkness.

"The spatial storm almost killed me, but it also created many openings, allowing me to easily break in."

"Of course, there are two other reasons."

"First, the barrier of turbid air from the earth's lungs blocked the great formation, hindering its operation. Second, the Imperial Guards were all wiped out, leaving no one to command the great formation."

The intermittent sharp pains throughout his body, along with the deep-seated exhaustion, reminded Ning Zhuo of his harrowing escape.

There was no time for Ning Zhuo to receive treatment at his own pace.

He could only race against time, despite his injuries!

Panic and despair were suppressed deep within her heart, and Ning Zhuo did her best to remain calm and focused.

"The tide of ghosts surges, white paper is in peril, a lone goose carrying a candle breaks through the curtain of heaven. A guest star should shine on the north of the literary hub, all things are illuminated by lamplight, and calamity destroys itself."

"I was lucky enough to break through the explosion and enter the inner space of the formation. I should have followed the guidance of 'the guest star should shine on the north of Wen Shu' to reach the key position and carry out the destruction!"

This was a way to break the deadlock that he had already thought of while on the battlefield at the altar.

Forced by circumstances, we have no choice but to take this action.

Ning Zhuo's consciousness struggled to spread out in the thick darkness.

Thick black clouds were everywhere, which severely hampered Ning Zhuo's ability to use his divine sense.

He immediately threw out countless mechanical mirrors.

Divine senses refracted between the mirrors, rapidly expanding the detection range.

But it was still dark clouds, rolling dark clouds.

"It's time to use it."

Ning Zhuo took out a small storage bag.

The white storage bag is semi-transparent, containing a misty aura that emits a snowy glow that shines through the bag and outwards.

The light of literature shines through the snow-covered pouch!
This was a gift from Wen Ruanyu; the bag contained much of his literary talent.

“Literary talents appreciate and compete with each other…Literary spirits attract each other…” Ning Zhuo silently recited in his heart, carefully activating the literary light reflecting in the snow pouch.

Suddenly, the snow light shone brightly. At first, it was just a round ball of snow light that broke through the darkness and enveloped Ning Zhuo.

Immediately, the pouch itself seemed to be drawn by some invisible force, slightly deforming. As for the spherical snow light, its direction became extremely clear; it transformed into a cone, with the tip stretching out in a certain direction.

Ning Zhuo no longer hesitated and immediately accelerated in the direction indicated by the Wen Guang Ying Xue Pouch.

The closer it gets to the target, the more concentrated and bright the snow light on the pouch becomes, as if drawn in by a magnet. At the same time, the cone-shaped snow light body becomes less sharp, the tip of the cone becomes blunter, and the shape transforms into an ellipse.

When Ning Zhuo finally arrived, the elliptical light body almost returned to a spherical shape, and the light was stable and pure.

Ning Zhuo looked around and surveyed the surroundings with his divine sense, but found nothing unusual.

"The energy flow here is unusually smooth, indicating the presence of a node where the major formations converge and pass through, yet it is cleverly concealed without any leakage. Without the guidance of literary energy, it would be impossible to detect!"

He cast detection spells in succession, and only after a moment did he regain his composure.

"This must be a key hub!"

"But it's uncertain whether it's my target..."

Ning Zhuo hesitated again.

The formation cannot be moved arbitrarily. If the true target is not identified, moving one part could have far-reaching consequences. It is very likely that moving this part will completely change the appearance of other key points.

After thinking for a few breaths, Ning Zhuo decided to mark this place first, and then search around the area.

The battlefield of the altar.

puff--!
Ross flew backward like a tattered sack, spitting blood all the way.

Seriously injured!

The Earthly Fiend God relentlessly pursued, throwing a punch straight at Luo Si, who narrowly dodged it at the last second.

The Earthly Fiend God of Turbidity pulled at the turbid air of the earth's lungs and covered it up. Luo Si took out a talisman, which gave him amazing speed, and he dodged it again.

Without military support, one of his two trump cards was destroyed, and the other was trapped in the body of the Earthly Fiend God, where it was firmly absorbed.

The moment of death is fast approaching.

Lord Wangchuan hid in a tributary and stopped making a move, focusing all his efforts on wearing down the ice coffin in order to retrieve the Nether Dragon Scissors.

The Earthly Fiend God laughed loudly: "Luo Si, you traitor! What madness have you gone mad to switch your allegiance to the White Paper Immortal City?"

"Look at you now! The 'young master' you've pledged allegiance to has abandoned you, grabbed his sweetheart, and run away!"

"You're going to side with someone like that?"

"How could someone be fooled to this extent by the old man with gray bones?!"

Luo Si remained silent, fleeing in a sorry state under the continuous attacks of the Earthly Fiend God.

The Earthly Fiend God lost his last bit of patience and grinned as he attacked: "You die first, and the Gray Bone Elder is doomed too!"

Ross was trapped by the turbid air and could only watch helplessly as a deadly fist was about to smash his head open.

puff!
At the critical moment of life and death, the Earthly Fiend God suddenly lost his strength, and his fist was affected, deviating from its direction and hitting Luo Si's shoulder.

Despite his injuries, Ross survived.

The Earthly Fiend God, filled with shock and rage, threw another punch.

puff!
He deflated again, his divine body shrinking suddenly like a ruptured balloon.

what happened? !
Lord of the River of Oblivion: ? ! !
(End of this chapter)