Chapter 1927 - 1149: Life and Death Are Impermanent, So Am I (Part 2)

Chapter 1927: Chapter 1149: Life and Death Are Impermanent, So Am I (Part 2)

"White Jade City, Yang Zhenshan!"

Yang Zhenshan flicked his horsetail whisk, his figure soaring up like a whirlwind, transforming into a ten-foot-tall giant, meeting him eye to eye.

"Yang Zhenshan!" Chang Buzai paused in silence for a while, seemingly pondering over Yang Zhenshan’s origins.

By now, he had long forgotten Yang Zhenshan, and also forgot the Yun Xiao Yang Family. Although he had previously arranged for the Soul Hooking Hall to deal with the Yun Xiao Yang Family, such trivial affairs were not worth his attention.

"What do you intend to do?"

He asked in a low voice.

Yang Zhenshan did not answer his question, but simply waved the horsetail whisk again, expanding the Life and Death Yin Yang Diagram to envelop Li Shanghun within.

Before seeing Chang Buzai, Yang Zhenshan did not have confidence in confronting him, but now that he had seen Chang Buzai, he unexpectedly felt a great sense of assurance.

Although Chang Buzai’s cultivation was much deeper than his, Chang Buzai was actually practicing the Path of Death.

Life and Death Dao, Path of Death.

In terms of Dao Intent levels, Life and Death Dao is actually the Upper Dao Intent to the Path of Death, capable of restraining and merging with it.

Of course, rating and categorizing Dao Intent is actually an unreasonable thing.

Dao Intent isn’t stronger the deeper its connotations, because the strength comes from the person, not the Dao Intent itself.

Upper Dao Intent only possesses a limited restraint and suppression over Lower Dao Intent.

Which is stronger depends on the individual!

This suppression granted Yang Zhenshan some advantage, but he merely felt capable of confronting Chang Buzai, not absolutely confident in defeating him.

A subtle Dao Rhyme enveloped Li Shanghun, and Li Shanghun felt his vitality rapidly slipping away.

He cried out in terror, "Sect Master, save me!"

He wanted to run, but alas, the Void Seal was still there, preventing his escape.

He intended to resist the imposition of the Life and Death Dao Intent upon himself, but regrettably, his mastery of Dao Intent was far inferior to Yang Zhenshan’s.

His Dao Intent seemed like a balloon before Yang Zhenshan, easily burst with a prick.

Moreover, he no longer had any Spiritual Artifacts to use, having thrown all of them to Yang Zhenshan earlier.

Seeing Yang Zhenshan so disrespectful, Chang Buzai’s expression turned cold, abruptly opening the black book in his hand, from which a black chain shot out directly towards Yang Zhenshan.

Yang Zhenshan eyed the familiar chain, a faint smile curling at his lips.

"Soul Suppressing Lock!"

"Divine Soul’s Distraction!"

"Path of Death!"

"Chang Buzai, you’ve been too careless!"

The Chang Buzai before him was not the real entity, and the book and Soul Suppressing Lock he wielded naturally weren’t physical either; these were manifestations of the aura contained within the parchment.

Yet all of these were part of Chang Buzai, interconnected with him.

This connection wasn’t a mere line, or a single channel, but rather a part of the body.

Thus, the phantom before them was a segment of Chang Buzai’s divine being as well as a component of his main body, akin to reaching over with a finger.

The finger itself isn’t important; what matters is that it’s linked to the entire body.

The dense Path of Death wrapped around the descending chain, and Yang Zhenshan swung his horsetail whisk to entangle it.

"Life and Death Inconstancy, I am inconstancy, life against death, the Great Dao is inconstant!"

Yang Zhenshan gently murmured, while the horsetail whisk in his hand took on an ashen black hue, almost melding with the Soul Suppressing Lock.

As his voice resonated, the thick Path of Death surged into his body like a tide, corroding him, turning his aura into the emblematic black-gray of death.

Yet the Life and Death Yin Yang Diagram beneath him was spinning rapidly, its rotation accelerating, melding the distinct black and white into one cohesive entity.

Initially, Chang Buzai hadn’t noticed anything odd, but the sight of the spinning Life and Death Yin Yang Diagram triggered an ominous surge within his heart.

Inconstant Land, inside the Inconstancy Hall.

Chang Buzai sat upon the seat constructed from bones, contemplating deeply.

The aura around him continually gathered and scattered, oscillating between existence and annihilation, exchanging strength and weakness.

Suddenly, he sprang up, roaring angrily, "How dare you!?"

The calm voice seemingly pierced through the distant void, resonating inside the hall, "What is there that I dare not?"

From Chang Buzai’s body emerged a frenzied aura, momentarily flooding the entire Inconstancy Hall with a dense tide of the Path of Death, even stirring a gust of death outside the hall.

The wind intensified, sweeping across all of Inconstant Land within the span of a few breaths.

Like a flood, the Path of Death traversed the void, passed through the Void, and surged into Yang Zhenshan’s body.

The tumultuous Dao Intent made Yang Zhenshan’s robes flap fiercely, his hair and beard fluttering wildly, painting him in shades of black-grey.

But regardless of how turbulent the Path of Death was, Yang Zhenshan’s eyes remained one black and one white, unchanged and serene.

At this moment, Yang Zhenshan resembled a greedy sponge, voraciously absorbing the Path of Death from Chang Buzai, simultaneously using the Life and Death Yin Yang Diagram to convert the tumultuous Path of Death into Vitality Dao Intent, striving to maintain a balanced state.

This was akin to the Star Absorption Technique; Yang Zhenshan was absorbing the Dao Intent accumulated over millennia by Chang Buzai.

No wonder Chang Buzai was so indignant.

Yang Zhenshan watched Chang Buzai, secretly murmuring.

’Don’t be hasty, don’t be hasty, you must not sever the connection with the clone! The main body hasn’t absorbed enough yet!’

Every extra second of absorption was equivalent to years of secluded cultivation.

Such an opportunity was extremely rare.

Chang Buzai unexpectedly descended using an artifact, even bringing forth a clone that linked to his main body, akin to a power bank extending an interface, allowing Yang Zhenshan unrestrained access to seize his Dao Intent.

If Chang Buzai’s main body were present, Yang Zhenshan wouldn’t be able to extract his Dao Intent, as the main body’s mastery of Dao Intent surpasses the clone’s.

Furious, roaring, Chang Buzai finally realized he was utterly helpless in the situation.

Reluctantly, he had to sever the link with the clone.

If he didn’t, the profound accumulation of millennia would all end up granted to Yang Zhenshan.

Watching the dissipating phantom, a faint trace of regret crossed Yang Zhenshan’s face.

The dense Path of Death had him reluctant to let go.

Experiencing something unearned felt extraordinarily gratifying; in mere breaths, he acquired what was akin to a millennium of secluded cultivation.

He was content, whereas Chang Buzai suffered grievously.

Yang Zhenshan had obtained the equivalent of a millennium’s worth of accumulation, while Chang Buzai lost three times that, diminished through transmission and absorption.

"Oh, such a pity!" Yang Zhenshan lamented, wishing he could bind Chang Buzai to himself, turning him into a perpetual power bank.

Yet, if he truly bound Chang Buzai, Chang Buzai would likely retaliate lethally.

Were Chang Buzai’s main body to arrive, Yang Zhenshan wouldn’t be able to seize his Dao Intent.

Yang Zhenshan lightly caught the drifting parchment, observing the Rune inscribed upon it, feeling the contained Death Dao Rhyme.

"Unfortunately, it’s just a residual page, lacking much use!"

Then he turned his gaze to Li Shanghun, who had already fallen into the abyss of despair.

The Sect Master vanished, yet he still remained here.

As Yang Zhenshan’s gaze locked onto him, he felt an icy chill throughout his body.

"You cannot kill me!" he exclaimed in panic.

Yang Zhenshan looked at him with curiosity, "Why not?"

"I, I, I am willing to serve you!" Li Shanghun paused for a long time, unable to conjure a single reason for Yang Zhenshan to spare him, ultimately choosing to pledge his allegiance to Yang Zhenshan.

Betraying the Unpredictable Ghost Sect and defecting to Yang Zhenshan was actually a decent choice for him.

At any rate, it meant survival.

The older one gets, the more they fear death.

Li Shanghun, too, feared death!

It wasn’t that he lacked courage.

Rather, he didn’t want to die in such a worthless way.

Indeed, to him, facing death like this was utterly without value.

If he could die pursuing breakthroughs, he wouldn’t hesitate.

But to die for the Unpredictable Ghost Sect? He felt categorical resistance.

The Unpredictable Ghost Sect wasn’t a harmonious Sect; its internal environment was rife with intrigue and strife.

This lack of belonging made it easy for him to betray the Unpredictable Ghost Sect without any psychological burdens.