Chapter 950: Death

As Li Huowang arrived with reinforcements, the precarious situation began to stabilize. What's more, above them was Li Huowang's Doulou avatar, summoned using the immense non-qi within him through the "Wangtian Baohao" technique.

With Doulou's appearance, the ground began to ripple like water, and the entire world started to become abnormal.

Under Li Huowang's efforts, both allied and enemy forces were rapidly shrinking.

“Doulou! I am Jizai!” Li Huowang’s furious roar echoed towards the black and white ocean above.

“I know what happened up there from the Dice! Since you are allied with Wusheng Laomu, and this guy wants to kill Wusheng Laomu, then as an ally, you should know what to do!”

It was unclear whether Doulou understood Li Huowang’s words or simply reacted to Zuo Qiuyong’s hostility. Nevertheless, as the Taiji diagram covering the entire sky began to rotate, massive amounts of the Heavenly Dao of Lies poured onto Zuo Qiuyong.

Feeling the suspicions in his heart deepen, Zuo Qiuyong merely chuckled, showing no panic, even as he began to suspect the Say-Nothing Army of rebellion.

“It seems you still don’t know what you’re up against. I’ve long known you’d use this trick. Act now!”

No sooner had Zuo Qiuyong finished speaking than people from the Tianchen Kingdom in Shangjing City brought forward a group of White Lotus believers. These believers were bound tightly, like piglets.

They spared no one, regardless of age or gender; even pregnant women were treated without mercy.

There were continuous gurgling sounds as these people were repeatedly slit across the throat and buried at all the array points within Shangjing City.

This was not just one or two, but thousands. Though it was called human pillar sacrifice for 'Yasheng,' it looked entirely like a mass grave. They seemed to have prepared this long ago, solely to cooperate with Zuo Qiuyong.

Perceiving these loyal believers, who worshipped and loved her, dying tragically under others' blades with fear and despair, Bai Lingmiao's pupils, hidden beneath her white ribbons, instantly constricted. Rage and murderous intent surged within her.

However, this rage and murderous intent soon transformed into sorrow and despair, finally erupting from her mouth as a desperate cry. Her own family had also been like these people.

She hated her family, and even more, she hated herself for being unable to forget them.

“It’s Yasheng! Be careful!” Er Shen shouted, warning the others. “I can’t figure out what he’s doing with such a large-scale Yasheng array, but it’s definitely related to the luck and Feng Shui of the land!”

“Leave these to us! I’ll—we’ll stop them! We’ll kill them!” Bai Lingmiao cried, rushing towards the Say-Nothing Army who were performing Yasheng.

As she moved, the White Lotus believers within the city also sprang into action. Trees outside the city rustled, and some evil spirits bearing White Lotus marks, taking advantage of the dark and chaotic sky, also entered the city.

All the White Lotus believers, as if connected by telepathy with their Saintess, charged towards the Yasheng points, and a fierce battle ensued between the two sides.

Regardless, the massive Yasheng ritual was ultimately completed. All the bodies formed a colossal Yasheng array around Zuo Qiuyong, encompassing the entire Shangjing City.

The Feng Shui and luck of the land instantly became subservient to Zuo Qiuyong. His luck turned incredibly good, and the lies and doubts within him inexplicably vanished.

If the sky seemed to belong to Doulou, then the ground now belonged to Zuo Qiuyong. Even the powerful Doulou had no way to deal with him.

Zuo Qiuyong slowly looked up at the black and white Taiji diagram above. “What are you?! A Si Ming who lost to mortals dares to fight me?!”

The next moment, two Zuo Qiuyongs, riding on white clouds, floated towards Doulou in the sky, one moving towards the black side, the other towards the white.

Li Huowang dared not give up and followed closely. Amidst the heaven and earth, the three parties engaged in a chaotic battle.

Whenever Li Huowang attempted to use his cultivation techniques to control Zuo Qiuyong, his efforts were thwarted for various inexplicable reasons.

The Yasheng array was being dismantled by the White Lotus believers, but Zuo Qiuyong’s objective had already been achieved.

Accompanied by a sensation of spatio-temporal distortion, the sky began to leak, and water from the two black and white oceans continuously poured downwards.

After this anomaly appeared, the lies throughout the entire Daliang region became unstable. Some people grew paranoid, others became overly trusting, and still others developed a fondness for deception and lying—it was a natural disaster.

Having defeated Doulou's avatar, Zuo Qiuyong in mid-air burst into maniacal laughter. “Hahahaha! Who still dares to call me a piss-leaking eunuch! Who still dares to call me a childless cripple!”

“Anyone I want dead must die! Even a Si Ming! I can be the king of this world! The overlord of this world!”

“Androgynous freak with a rotten backside!!”

“Huh?!” Zuo Qiuyong's eyebrows shot up, and he looked down, immediately seeing Li Huowang’s grinning face.

“You truly deserve to die.” Zuo Qiuyong instantly descended and charged at Li Huowang.

Li Huowang immediately turned to flee, but Shangjing City seemed to conspire against him at that moment; nothing went smoothly.

No matter where he ran, various obstacles blocked his path. Either his feet got entangled, or his head was struck.

Before he could escape a few steps, Zuo Qiuyong was already behind Li Huowang. He raised the Dragon-Phoenix Ring on his hand and slashed it across Li Huowang’s neck.

Li Huowang’s head, covered in blood, shot upwards, tumbled several times in mid-air, rapidly transformed into a twelve-sided die, and then landed back on his body where his head should be.

The die grinned, looking at Zuo Qiuyong. “Hahaha! You’ve been fooled.”

The next moment, a spine sword pierced through his chest, and a hint of disdain immediately appeared on Zuo Qiuyong’s face.

“Such injuries inflicted by mere mortals no longer affect me.”

“Oh really? You might want to check who's holding the sword.”

Upon hearing this, Zuo Qiuyong was momentarily stunned. He strained to look behind him and then saw Li Huowang’s face.

As the spine sword was pulled out, Zuo Qiuyong activated his growth divine ability to heal his wound. However, this power, which had always been effective, failed to work this time.

Pain emanated from the wound, and as blood continuously gushed out, it drained his vitality.

“This is impossible; I’ve removed all death from my body. He cannot kill me.” Yet, that wasn't the end. Li Huowang’s face peeled away, revealing Bai Lingmiao’s resolute expression, her White Lotus mark glowing brightly on her brow.

“You don't have it, but I can give it to you. Wusheng Laomu happens to control the Heavenly Dao of Death!” Bai Lingmiao gritted her teeth and charged forward, raising the spine sword in her hand. With a powerful swing towards Zuo Qiuyong, she severed his head.

As the head hit the ground with a thud, Zuo Qiuyong’s body gradually lost all vitality, turning completely into an unmoving corpse.

Immediately after, everyone present simultaneously looked up and stared at the other Zuo Qiuyong.

(End of Chapter)