Chapter 1463: Thirty-Three Heavens Gods and Ghosts Transformation, Qiong Qi's Suppressing Sword Techniques Are Boundless

Something's wrong!

Mei Siyi felt the Taicheng Jian in his hand tremble, sensing that the aura of this place had changed dramatically.

Back then, at night on Qingyuan Shan, he had felt as if bathed in a gentle breeze and light rain, even when facing Dao Qiong Cang, without such immense pressure.

Now, with the sunrise just breaking, an eerie sense of death lingered over Qingyuan Shan, as if a great catastrophe was imminent.

"No more unnecessary words. This old one will get you out of here first, and we'll discuss other matters later."

Without any hesitation, Mei Siyi flipped the Taicheng Jian.

Red plum blossoms fluttered down around them, transforming the surrounding scenery completely.

In a surreal blur, Cao Erzhu felt the mountains and forests rushing away at incredible speed.

Spacetime leap!

Mei Siyi grabbed the burly Cao Erzhu, who in turn clutched the Zhenpan tightly.

With the Taicheng Jian as the blade and red plum blossoms as the thread, they turned into a streak of purple-red energy, plunging into the space-time void.

But just then, Dao Qiong Cang's mocking laughter drifted down from the sky:

"Think you can escape? Did you ask me first?"

The San Shi San Tian Fang Xing Luo Wen Zhen activated instantly, manifesting stars across the heavens and dotting the void.

Under the faint morning light, these stars were unobtrusive, yet they stirred every blade of grass, tree, flower, and stone on Qingyuan Shan into bizarre celestial changes.

Xing Luo Qi Bu · Huan Ling Tian!

With that command, an east wind rose on Qingyuan Shan, thick fog rolling in and obscuring vision.

Mei Siyi's Taicheng Jian pierced through the illusions, relying on spacetime principles for escape, which should have allowed them to traverse the mountain in an instant and reach elsewhere.

But unexpectedly, they arrived in a strange world unfamiliar even to him...

It was a vast, uninhabited desert dotted with jagged rocks that formed strange patterns in the sand, creating eerie array paths.

Looking up, waves of light rippled across the sky as shadows of giant dragons and Kunpeng soared overhead, passing by and instilling sheer terror.

Cao Erzhu jumped in fright, nearly having his head snatched by a dragon's claw, but he ducked just in time.

"How beautiful!"

Soon, Cao Erzhu's eyes were filled only with wonder.

The desert, celestial pools, jagged rocks, dragons, and Kunpeng—all of this was beyond anything seen in a place like Qingyuan Shan.

Was this the true Linglian Realm?

Just as described in books, it was extraordinarily unique and magical, beyond human imagination, with wonders as boundless as galloping horses.

"Dad, you kept me from this for twenty years..."

Cao Erzhu couldn't help but feel a bit resentful; he could have seen such beauty sooner, but thinking of his father's passing, he let it go and didn't blame him.

"Illusion!"

From within the Zhenpan, Xiao Shou Ge's voice suddenly emerged.

At the same time, Cao Erzhu heard Mei Siyi's disdainful cold laugh:

"Such a trivial illusion array—how can it stand against this old one's sword?"

Mei Siyi tossed the Taicheng Jian high into the air, closed his eyes, pressed his palms together, and chanted:

"Forms arise from the mind, scenes shift with thoughts."

"My mind is a clear mirror—all is delusion!"

He abruptly opened his eyes, a sharp light bursting from them—not summoning a divine figure or sword image this time.

Instead, he thrust his hands outward, and the Taicheng Jian gently fell, piercing into the space before him.

Ripples of illusion spread from under his feet.

Xin Jian Shu, Wu Bo Zhan!

He gripped the Taicheng Jian and pulled it upward.

Splash...

Cao Erzhu heard the sound of water, crisp like a fish leaping from a pool.

Turning to look, he saw the vertical, sky-blue water trace from Mei Siyi's sword pull intersecting with the horizontal ripples spreading from his feet, forming two special circles that crossed and canceled each other out.

The surrounding scenery followed suit and was "canceled"!

The jagged rocks faded, the celestial pools cracked.

The giant dragons and Kunpeng vanished, and the desert transformed into mountainous terrain...

Crack.

As the sound echoed, this entire illusory world—reflected in the eyes and mirrored in the mind—was shattered by Mei Siyi's mental resolve and realm-altering strike with a single sword!

"Is this... Qingyuan Shan?"

Cao Erzhu widened his eyes and realized they hadn't left Qingyuan Shan at all; they had merely gone from the mountaintop to the midway point.

"What superb swordsmanship!"

As the Huan Ling Tian layer of the San Shi San Tian Fang Xing Luo Wen Zhen was broken, Dao Qiong Cang's voice of praise timely arrived:

"To crack this palace's personally controlled celestial array at such speed, Mei Siyi, your combat prowess among the Ban Sheng is unmatched."

"I must also admit, ancient sword cultivators who have mastered illusion sword techniques are truly hard to shake in their resolve against illusions."

"But..."

He paused, his voice taking on a playful tone:

"Still too slow, though."

"Mei Siyi, who specializes in heart sword techniques, certainly has ways to break illusions, but as I thought, your understanding of 'illusion' is quite shallow."

"And so..."

At that, Cao Erzhu and Mei Siyi both turned their gazes.

Because the voice, once vague and ethereal, gradually solidified, finally settling on a figure standing nearby.

With his head fully restored, though still charred, Dao Qiong Cang smiled faintly while holding the Tianji Sinan atop a mountain rock.

His air of complete confidence and composure, matched with his mocking expression and teasing tone, made even Mei Siyi clench his teeth in frustration.

"Illusion isn't the goal—it's just a means..."

Dao Qiong Cang said this, his fingertips blurring into shadows as he manipulated several beams of light on the Tianji Sinan in an instant.

Xing Luo Qi Bu · Qiu Ling Tian!

Countless ancient, massive bronze gates materialized between heaven and earth.

These gates assembled in a flash, fitting perfectly together and sealing off the entire Qingyuan Shan in imprisonment.

Xing Luo Qi Bu · Qu Ling Tian!

Whoosh—a sensation as if something vanished from the world.

Cao Erzhu's expression shifted; he could no longer sense any external spiritual energy.

In this state, using his thunder-attribute mysteries even once would likely exhaust his Qi Hai's spiritual essence, leaving him powerless afterward.

Xing Luo Qi Bu · Qing Ling Tian!

It didn't stop there; as the command sounded, the rules of the heavenly Dao withdrew, expelled from the Qingyuan Shan array.

Techniques relying on the heavenly Dao, like "spacetime leap," would no longer work.

Unless one found an alternative path, transcending traditional escape methods, such as the Chao Sheng Dun of Han Tian Zhi You.

Xing Luo Qi Bu · Ji Ling Tian!

As this layer activated, everyone within the Qingyuan Shan array felt something draining from their bodies.

It started with spiritual energy.

Then blood seeped from the skin.

Soon, even life force became unstable, being siphoned away.

At the back mountain waterfall, Yu Zhiwen, who had been sent to face the wall in reflection, turned pale with shock upon seeing blood beads emerging from her hands.

The emergence of Ji Ling Tian meant the Dao Dianzhu was serious!

He truly intended to use the Tianji Grand Array to kill everyone here!

Including Xu Xiaoshou!

Including herself?

Ji Ling Tian didn't discriminate—it targeted everyone except the array's controller, even devouring the wild spirits in the mountains bit by bit!

Xing Luo Qi Bu · Hu Ling Tian.

A soft sound echoed as a beam of starlight, large enough for one person, descended from the sky and landed on a small stone pool nearby, waiting quietly.

No way out!

The Dao Dianzhu was forcing her to choose!

Die in the array or survive in the starlight?

Yu Zhiwen's eyes struggled intensely, her teeth gritted so hard they wouldn't loosen, as stabbing pains spread across her body.

In a Ban Sheng-controlled Qingyuan Shan array, she had only been standing there a moment and was already drained into a bloodied figure!

If she persisted, she might not even make it two steps before dying on the "rescue" path...

What rescue? This was just "suicide" disguised as rescue!

Retracting her distant gaze, Yu Zhiwen steadied her breath, lowered her head, and stepped into the Hu Ling Tian, where the pain finally vanished.

"Xu Xiaoshou..."

She murmured softly, then sat cross-legged, her Zhuji Xing Tong fully open.

Instantly, the trajectories of the Qingyuan Shan array's Tianji Dao principles were laid bare before her, becoming increasingly detailed.

Countless billions of Tianji threads intertwined wildly, sketching out strange and mystical patterns that exerted bizarre and magical effects, almost dizzying to behold.

In less than a moment, blood tears streamed from Yu Zhiwen's eyes.

The intensity was too high!

This was nothing like the routine trials in the Dao Department—it was real combat!

"I can do this..."

"I definitely can!"

"This is the grand array I helped create..."

"Treat it like a normal trial and stay calm... Yes, that's it!"

"A perfect score is mine—I'll have one chance to seize control of the Qingyuan Shan array from him!"

"And I..."

Yu Zhiwen absorbed it all like a sponge thirsting for water, memorizing the Dao Dianzhu's methods of manipulating the array, his habits, and predicting his next moves.

Each change in the array brought her repeated failures.

Yet, the narrowing margin of error also increased her chances of success bit by bit.

Beneath the blood tears, her Zhuji Xing Tong shone brighter and brighter.

"I've always been perfect!"

Elsewhere.

The rapid succession of Xing Luo Qi Bu changes left even Mei Siyi stunned.

He had barely broken through Huan Ling Tian, and Dao Qiong Cang had unleashed who knew how many more layers.

Now, Qingyuan Shan was isolated, its spiritual paths severed, a disaster zone like a banished minor world.

Even Mei Siyi couldn't sense any external energy to break the Tianji array from outside.

As for breaking out from within...

After laying all his countermeasures, Dao Qiong Cang smiled, his expression fixed as he snapped his fingers leisurely.

Xing Luo Qi Bu · Luan Ling Tian!

Snap—with this layer, the entire Qingyuan Shan array descended into chaos.

Mountains crumbled, gravity shifted.

Cao Erzhu felt himself lurch and plummet toward the sky—yes, plummeting upward!

Gravity had reversed; it was like falling into an abyss, full of weightlessness, as he soared skyward!

Along with him went the ground's stones, the soil beneath, flowers, trees, and even the spiritual minerals and remains buried deep—everything in disarray!

Cao Erzhu hadn't even processed it when he slammed into the bronze gate in the sky.

The air was filled with the earthy scent from deep underground, and soon he was buried under layers of crashing soil, trees, and rocks in what had become the "ground."

"Xiao Shou Ge..."

The Zhenpan in his hand had been sucked away by the gravitational shift, to who knew where.

Cao Erzhu panicked; how could he fail to protect even an iron lump?

Divine Punishment...

The thought flashed, but before his divine sense could manifest, his Qi Hai's spiritual essence rioted, pulled outward by some unseen force, the pain briefly disrupting his thoughts and halting the technique.

His left hand was yanked left, his right hand flew right, his legs pulled down, and his head seemed to want to sever from his spine...

Like being torn apart by five horses!

Amid the chaos of mud and stones losing control again, Cao Erzhu was about to be ripped apart by gravity.

"What the heck? Get off me!"

In a panic, Cao Erzhu exploded his spiritual essence.

But in that instant, gravity snapped back to its core point in his body.

Everything returned at once!

His arms, legs, stones, trees—all rushed back!

The erupting spiritual essence recoiled into him, and Cao Erzhu was bombarded by the backlash and his own full-force energy, blood spurting from every orifice as his head spun, nearly blacking out.

Boom, boom, boom...

Stones flew wildly, spiritual minerals hung in the air.

Cao Erzhu was locked in a fierce struggle with himself, while Mei Siyi was equally occupied.

As Luan Ling Tian activated, Mei Siyi lunged sharply, then turned everything into swords to retrieve the Zhenpan head that Xu Xiaoshou had entrusted to him.

Dao Qiong Cang seemed to overlook stopping this move?

He hadn't forgotten!

He was just waiting for Mei Siyi to retrieve what was essentially useless, letting his guard down on the Taicheng Jian... and striking!

Boom!

Mei Siyi plummeted into a deep pit toward the mountain base.

The Taicheng Jian was sucked endlessly upward, the connection between wielder and sword nearly severed.

Pfft...

Still desperately trying to reclaim the Taicheng Jian while forgetting to protect himself, Mei Siyi spat blood as his back slammed into a massive rock.

That rock wasn't native to Qingyuan Shan—it was a golden, angular boulder etched with intricate Tianji Dao patterns...

"Eight Golden Suppressing Stones, Qiong Qi Sword Bite!"

While Mei Siyi was still in the pit, Dao Qiong Cang laughed and tossed the remaining seven golden stones from his spatial ring.

The eight golden stones encircled the Taicheng Jian, drawing in countless rocks from Qingyuan Shan in a Xing Luo pattern, forming a spiritual base that imprisoned this one of the five great Chaos divine artifacts.

Hiss...

As the Qiong Qi shadow materialized from the eight stones, the Taicheng Jian was firmly pinned in the sky.

Then it was seized by the beast's jaws, hurled down, caught again, and thrown repeatedly—in an endless cycle!

The Taicheng Jian raged in resistance.

The Qiong Qi shadow furiously battered the sword.

The two entered a deadlock.

"Suppressing a Chaos divine artifact with ultimate Chaos ferocity."

"If this were your bonded sword, a single thought of Tian Jie would make me turn and admit defeat."

"But it's not... so in this situation, Mei Siyi, how will you respond?"

Dao Qiong Cang stroked his chin, pondering with a smile, "I'm too dim-witted to figure out any way to break this stalemate."

Mei Siyi was dumbfounded.

This young man had calculated everything!

Not only predicting that Mei Siyi would first go for the Zhenpan, exposing the Taicheng Jian,

He also knew the sword wasn't truly bound to him, leaving an opening.

Most crucially, even if others knew, they couldn't exploit it—but he could, and he had the means to restrain the Taicheng Jian, leaving Mei Siyi defenseless.

An ancient sword cultivator without a sword...

"Oh, and there's swordless techniques."

Dao Qiong Cang seemed to recall, then chuckled mockingly, "Has Mei Siyi's swordless techniques reached the height of heart sword techniques?"

Mei Siyi's anger flared, his eyes narrowing.

A sword image burst forth, shielding him as he chanted:

"Red plum three flows, Falling Petals Realm!"

In an instant, matter and void inverted, thoughts and existence swapped—Mei Siyi transformed into pure intent, leaping toward the Taicheng Jian.

Just as they were about to connect...

As Mei Siyi was on the verge of uttering "Tian Jie"...

Xing Luo Qi Bu · Huan Ling Tian!

Virtual and real returned.

Concepts collapsed.

Mei Siyi felt gravity pull him back into the deep pit.

Boom! This time, with the sword image's protection, he wasn't injured physically, but mentally...

It hurt terribly!

These Tianji sorcerers were truly despicable!

Dao Qiong Cang looked down from above, smiling amid the chaos:

"Not just Red Plum Three Flows—I've prepared for everything else too."

"The only way you might break free, Mei Siyi, is with 'Prajna Wu,' but I'll stay vigilant to keep you from touching the sword or using it."

He added with a hint of warning:

"Even if you manage to draw your sword in the end, you could wipe out all of Qingyuan Shan and even the entire San Shi San Tian Fang Xing Luo Wen Zhen, but everything inside would vanish with it."

"I'll escape beforehand, but Cao Erzhu..."

He glanced elsewhere.

Cao Erzhu had stopped fighting himself.

He seemed trapped in a special illusion, holding a stone and chuckling at thin air:

"Dad, calm down a bit. I haven't left Qingyuan Shan yet, and I haven't run off..."

"Thanks for showing up in time, or that weird uncle would've killed me..."

"Oh, okay, okay, I won't call him uncle if you don't want me to—why hit me?"

Dao Qiong Cang watched with amusement.

Other illusions might stir Cao Erzhu and let him break free.

But Kui Lei Han was his absolute suppressor; even if he sensed something wrong, instinct would prevent resistance...

As for imitating Kui Lei Han, Dao Qiong Cang knew him inside out.

They had fought side by side, so how could the illusion slip up?

His delight remained.

Turning back to the pit, Dao Qiong Cang grew serious again:

"Once Prajna Wu is unleashed, regardless of else..."

"He'll die."

Mei Siyi's eyes twitched at the corners, wanting to curse the shamelessness, but realizing it was the highest praise for a Tianji master.

He sighed: "What exactly do you want?"

Dao Qiong Cang waved his hand, sending two beams of starlight down—one covering Cao Erzhu, the other Mei Siyi.

This was Hu Ling Tian, shielding them from Ji Ling Tian's drain, but only within the starlight.

Step outside, and it wouldn't help.

It was more like a prison drawn in the ground.

Dao Qiong Cang clasped his hands behind his back and walked through the air.

Qingyuan Shan disintegrated and reassembled into bizarre forms behind him—mountain dragons, water forms, wood spirits, sand ghosts...

His gaze finally settled on the Zhenpan head in Mei Siyi's hand, and he said slowly:

"For a drama's finale, there should be an audience. I thought perhaps Ba Zun An's arrival would be the greatest respect for this performance, but alas, no."

"Of course, I hold you in the highest regard, Mei Siyi. Your presence graces Qingyuan Shan, but you're better off as a spectator—you're not the lead."

"I'm the lead?" The voice could no longer stay silent.

Feeling the Saint Emperor Dragon Scale in the Apricot Realm throb wildly, his own heart raced.

The San Shi San Tian Fang Xing Luo Wen Zhen, wielded by Dao Qiong Cang to such a level, was astonishing.

And all of it was just to block Cao Erzhu and Mei Siyi.

From the beginning, Dao Qiong Cang's target had been only one person—himself!

"Yes, you're the lead." Dao Qiong Cang glanced down with a slight smile:

"Xu Xiaoshou, my lead, do you know what 'despair' truly means?"