Chapter 227: Summoning The Spirit Official

Li Yanchu’s heart suddenly sank. What was going on with Mount Jinting's Blissful Land!?

Just moments ago, this place had been a hazy ancient ruin, still lingering with traces of immortal energy.

And now, in the blink of an eye, shrill cries of a baby echoed through the surroundings!?

The mist made it difficult to see anything clearly, cutting off all perception. Yet the crying was sharp and chilling, and it seemed to stir the sorrow deep within one's heart. Even Li Yanchu’s emotions began to feel heavy.

But, this only lasted for a brief moment.

The purple-gold energy gifted by an immortal, the Clearheart Jade Pendant from Mount Longhu, and the Spirit Officer Summoning Talisman enhanced four times were top-tier treasures for protecting the soul.

That eerie wail tugged at his heart for just an instant, then was completely neutralized.

Li Yanchu didn’t move recklessly. Instead, he stood calmly in place, because the immortal fortune was right before him.

There was no need for him to make a move. The others would lose their patience soon enough. And sure enough, this strange, misty region only managed to trap the others for a short while.

Then, a majestic golden Buddha's light soared into the sky, and Sanskrit chants echoed all around.

A tall, burly young monk appeared with a golden relic floating above his head. His entire being radiated solemn majesty and carried the divine aura of one who could subdue dragons and tigers.

“Buddha’s light shines upon all!” Master Jiekong’s voice carried a hint of sorrow and compassion.

The dazzling golden light flared, instantly dissipating the dense fog.

At the same time, a five-colored radiance rose up into the air, making Chen Yang appear as though he were a celestial being!

Aside from that, the white-robed woman and Xiao Ce were nowhere to be found, and Ding Rou had also disappeared without a trace.

The eerie crying continued, making it increasingly hard to bear.

Xiao Ce burst out from the gray fog, shouting angrily, "Stop crying already!"

His eyes were filled with cold killing intent. This kind of illusionary realm was truly giving him a headache! If he could just find the source, then dealing with it would be much simpler.

The gray fog was gradually thinning. Most of these elite cultivators held powerful trump cards, so dealing with this kind of mist was easy for them. Yet the sound of a baby’s wail kept coming, as if it were right beside their ear.

A breathtakingly beautiful Daoist priestess, wearing a pale apricot-colored robe, traced a talisman in midair. In the midst of the fog, she carved out a safe zone.

Ding Rou’s face was pale. Earlier, she had forcefully used a Daoist Spirit-Sealing Talisman, causing damage to her meridians. However, in such a dangerous situation, if she had stayed where she was, something truly terrifying might have happened.

Just when everyone thought the mist was nothing serious, the gray fog suddenly began to thicken once more. Their surroundings took on a strangely ominous atmosphere, and cold winds howled through the air.

Li Yanchu’s eyes turned grim, and he immediately used his extreme movement technique, flashing over to Ding Rou’s side. The fog quickly began to spread into this new area.

Waaah! Waaah! Waaah!

The piercing crying of a baby grew louder and louder, each wail more shrill than the last. It sounded just like a cat in heat, wailing in the dead of night.

Not only was it incredibly grating, but it also made one's heart twist with discomfort.

"Li, look!" Ding Rou's voice carried a hint of panic.

Within the thick gray fog, dark, shadowy figures began to appear.

Focusing his gaze, he saw that they were tattered, decaying corpses. Their eyes were a lifeless gray-white, with hideously bulging veins crawling over their bodies. These were the corpses from the side hall earlier!

Li Yanchu's brow furrowed. Had someone drawn these ghastly dead from within the Daoist temple!?

Shrouded in the mist filled with oppressive yin qi, and the corpses stood eerily still. Though their eyes were dull and pale, they still felt the chilling sensation of being watched.

It was utterly terrifying, and no one could tell exactly how many of them there were.

Their figures flickered and could be half-seen within the gray mist.

Waaah! Waaah!

The baby’s cries were sharp and soul-rending, constantly assaulting the spirit and wearing down the mind.

Li Yanchu turned slightly, trying to pinpoint the source of the sound, but he didn’t have the slightest clue to go on.

The gray fog obscured the shadowy corpses, while the eerie wails of the baby came from every direction.

Boom!

Though the thick mist could muffle sound, Xiao Ce had already charged into battle with his sabers in hand.

His Swift Saber Art was fierce and domineering, unleashing a tremendous force!

“You lunatic! Are you trying to get us all killed!?” Master Jiekong roared in anger. Golden Buddha light burst forth, and he too was dragged into the fight.

Li Yanchu had planned to rush over, but although the sound of the cries was crystal clear, he still couldn't tell which direction they were coming from.

Compared to the side hall of the Daoist temple that previously housed demonic worship, this illusion was clearly on a whole other level.

It was actually able to trap so many talented cultivators, each armed with powerful methods.

Ding Rou took a deep breath, a trace of fear flickering in her eyes. This terrifying environment was truly grinding down her willpower. She felt a creeping coldness in her limbs.

"Are you okay?" Li Yanchu asked.

Ding Rou forced a faint smile, her delicate face pale and bloodless.

“Do you think it's because of my cursed fate... my destined calamity... that you’ve ended up in such danger?”

Her voice was weak.

She realized her consciousness was starting to blur, and everything around her was beginning to feel distant, as if separated by a veil.

Li Yanchu’s expression darkened. He could see that Ding Rou was starting to lose awareness.

“Ding Rou, wake up!” he called her name directly.

His voice was thunderous and sharp as he chanted a Daoist Mantra of Truth.

Ding Rou jolted violently, and her fading gaze began to regain a flicker of light.

Waaah! Waaah! Waaah!

The baby’s crying became even more piercing, now sounding as if it were screaming directly beside her ears.

“Shut up!” Li Yanchu's voice boomed like thunder.

The eerie crying paused abruptly, as if shaken by some unseen force.

“I now invoke the divine might of Huo Luo General, the great Spirit Officer and Supreme Enforcer of Heavenly Punishment. Command the Five Lightning to issue their decrees, and reduce all demons, evildoers, and malevolent spirits to dust. I humbly beseech your descent, and grant me the power of lightning to shield and protect. Spirit Officer Summoning Talisman, activate!”

Li Yanchu, his patience with these demonic forces completely exhausted, activated the fourfold enhanced Spirit Officer Summoning Talisman on his body.

A majestic divine aura descended from the heavens. The divine power of a true Celestial Official from the Celestial Court was channeled into Li Yanchu’s body. In an instant, he radiated blazing light!

The talismanic armor on his body resonated with the talisman, and pure yang lightning-fire energy surged around him like a rising storm!

“Demonic filth! Die!” Li Yanchu’s voice thundered like a lightning strike.

The baby’s wailing, like a curse cast over their souls, abruptly ceased.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

One after another, those eerie, gray-eyed corpses were instantly blasted apart by him. Their souls shattered, and their bodies disintegrated into dust.

+1000 merit points!

+1000 merit points!

The demonic entities sealed within the side halls of the Daoist temple were now completely powerless before the current Li Yanchu.

He slammed his Jiaoslayer into the ground, and a brilliant divine light erupted from the point of impact. The surrounding thick fog was completely swept away by the power of that light.

The twisted, corrupted corpses were flung back by the shockwave of pure yang divine energy. Those nearest to him were outright obliterated by the blast!

As Li Yanchu unleashed his domineering, destructive technique and suppressed the evil spirits, a towering ancient tree reappeared before everyone’s eyes. It was vast, majestic, and primal.

And resting upon its boughs, a cluster of golden light glowed brilliantly.