Chapter 523: Mount Tai Collapses! Sword of the Former Dynasty! Each Displays Their Power! You Dare Disturb My Dao Heart?!

The Lord of Mount Tai's Seal has a special restraining effect against yin and evil forces. Even the malevolent entities in the mysterious cave of Chu River Dragon Palace, nearly indestructible by normal means, could be suppressed by it.

Just then, a venerable, ancient seal rose from Li Yanchu’s palm, giving off a solemn and awe-inspiring vibe.

The robed corpse suddenly halted, its eyes showing hesitation as it regarded the Lord of Mount Tai's Seal.

“This might work!” Li Yanchu’s eyes lit up. He activated the seal, sending forth a tremendous aura.

Instantly, the robed corpse was blasted away, yet it quickly staggered back to its feet, eyes filled with confusion.

“Shouldn’t it have been affected right now?” Li Yanchu frowned.

The aura of the Lord of Mount Tai's Seal seemed to trigger unpredictable changes in the mysterious robed corpse.

Staring at the seal, the corpse slowly knelt down. At this moment, Li Yanchu fell silent as he noticed that the expression on the robed corpse’s face was one of profound respect.

Just as Li Yanchu marveled at the power of the Lord of Mount Tai's Seal, the corpse suddenly lifted its head, and its eyes blazed with a fierce light, breaking free from the seal’s control, and it moved straight toward Li Yanchu.

“Mount Tai has already collapsed, the Lord is gone, this great seal of yours can’t affect this official,” the robed corpse croaked hoarsely.

There was something strange in its words, as if saying:

You want to use the sword of a former dynasty to strike an official of the current one?

Li Yanchu frowned, not because the Lord of Mount Tai's Seal couldn’t restrain this mysterious corpse. If the seal were truly that powerful, he could have suppressed any evil with it at any time.

The seal contained some unknown secrets beyond his grasp. What intrigued him was that this robed corpse could speak and referred to itself as “this official”?

Just then, Li Yanchu’s talismanic armor once again blocked the corpse’s aggressive attack. A sharp aura spread outward, cutting through the valley as though slicing the heavens and earth. Deep, bottomless fissures appeared, and nearly half the valley crumbled to ruins.

“Which official are you?” Li Yanchu asked, genuinely curious.

Unfortunately, the mysterious robed corpse seemed to have lost interest in talking. Then, the sharp aura coalesced in its fingers into a ghost-head saber about forty meters long. It was thick-backed and razor-thin on the edge, radiating murderous intent.

Clang!

With a swing of the corpse’s hand, the massive blade came crashing down.

A forty-meter-long blade...

Li Yanchu twitched at the corner of his mouth, gripping the Jiaoslayer tightly as he struck upward.

Behind him, two towering figures appeared, moving in perfect sync with his actions.

Boom! Boom!

The two sword beams exploded repeatedly, cutting everything in the valley with their lethal aura.

Nearly half the valley had collapsed; it could no longer be called a valley but a ruin. The vitality from the earlier Qilin bloodfall had been obliterated.

At this time, Li Yanchu’s robe fluttered in the wind, his expression cold and stern, battle intent boiling in his eyes. Still, the mysterious robed corpse remained calm, its expression unreadable.

Had Li Yanchu not appeared, this corpse would likely have slaughtered all the monsters of the White Marsh Demon Kingdom, devouring their flesh.

Even the overly confident Qilin Demon King would not have escaped its devouring, yet it restrained itself.

At this time, Li Yanchu’s mind raced. This robed corpse clearly possessed high intelligence, and it was far from the brute it appeared to be. Indeed, a mastermind capable of luring people here couldn’t be a mindless body.

The robed corpse, calling itself “this official,” left Li Yanchu curious.

What kind of existence was this person in life?

Boom! Boom!

Suddenly, the corpse pressed its palm toward the ground, cracking the earth open. Immediately, Li Yanchu swiftly dodged the terrifying shockwave, only to see several menacing earth dragons crawling out of the fissures, formed from shattered rock, creating a powerful formation that trapped him within!

Li Yanchu suddenly felt his body multiply in weight tenfold or even a hundredfold, and his internal organs were compressed painfully. If it were a normal cultivator, this mysterious force would likely have crushed them to death.

“Gravity? This thing can manipulate gravity?” Li Yanchu’s mouth twitched.

The danger wasn’t just pressure on the body, but the immense stress on the organs and blood. Fortunately, his body had been fully transformed, rivaling a third realm physical form.

Boom!

He smashed through the earth-dragon formation, but when he landed, it felt like sinking into a quagmire. Looking around, he realized the surroundings had truly become a swamp. This was no ordinary swamp; there was a strange force that suppressed Li Yanchu’s physical strength, anchoring him deep in the mud.

Then, the mysterious robed corpse swung its palm like a blade, striking down heavily again, and the forty-meter ghost-head saber appeared once more!

At this time, Li Yanchu had no choice but to withstand it head-on. Yet the sheer force of the blade slammed him deep into the swamp, truly burying him in the muck.

As Li Yanchu sank, the robed corpse lightly clenched its palm, and the surrounding land returned to normal. Yet Li Yanchu remained trapped in the mud.

“What a bizarre technique!” He drew a deep breath.

This mysterious robed corpse was a true master of the arts, not some flashy show-off. Its spellcraft was executed with exquisite precision.

Then, Li Yanchu’s surging blood and qi blazed like a colossal furnace. In the next moment, he shattered the constraint, bursting out with a dazzling red light that enveloped him, making him appear like a sun fallen into the mortal realm.

But Li Yanchu suddenly froze. Everything around him had vanished, and he now stood in a space of utter darkness as two brilliant points of light hovered in the air.

Focusing his eyes, he realized they were a pair of eyes. They were calm, numb, cold, and devoid of any human emotion as they stared at him unflinchingly.

In an instant, countless memories that were not his own surged at him like a tidal wave, as if a mighty river had burst its banks!

These memories included kings and ministers, merchants and laborers, men and women, wealthy magnates and destitute beggars alike. And yet they were incredibly real, astonishingly clear.

All the suffering of the mortal world washed over Li Yanchu: disasters, diseases, calamities, wars... Countless tragic memories filled his mind.

“You dare disrupt my Dao heart!” Li Yanchu’s voice thundered.

A pure yang divine aura radiated from him, and his entire body glowed with golden light. In an instant, he shattered the darkness around him.