Chapter 1607: Qing Dao's Tragic Wind Evil God, Also Forming the Seal with Two Fingers for the Five Arts Sacrifice

"Him!"

"It's him!"

"The one named Dao Qiongcang!"

"Yes, it's him... There's only one person named Dao Qiongcang here, and it's him!"

Xu Xiaoshou pointed first.

The several Half-Saints of the Holy Slaves reacted swiftly and followed suit.

The intelligence agents of the Holy Slaves behind them, seeing this, also extended their fingers, agreeing in a state of panic.

The two words "Shen Yi" already brought enough pressure.

Now, it was a combination of Shen Yi, the Heretic God, and the perfectly balanced Five Ancestors' power.

Before the fight even began, everyone felt on the verge of suffocation.

This was a level of strength that made one's scalp tingle just thinking about it.

Even Xu Xiaoshou was unwilling to confront this head-on—whoever wants to go, goes; I'm not going anyway!

And if only one person needed to be handed over to quell the wrath of this guy whose combat power seemed to have already exploded...

Then, I'm sorry.

My Dao is: with great power comes great responsibility.

Since a Ten Venerables Seat fell when the sky collapsed, only you, as a fellow master of the Ten Venerables Seat, can step forward to maintain the situation, right?

"It's him..."

Dao Qiongcang's reaction was already quick enough.

Upon hearing the Heretic God's voice, he was originally furious and pointed at Xu Xiaoshou, trying to clarify the facts before the latter could blurt them out.

Who would have thought that the sudden "finger-pointing by a thousand people" would make him tense up, his tongue becoming twisted, let alone speaking.

In an instant, Dao Qiongcang's entire face turned green, and he shot an incredulous glance at Xu Xiaoshou.

What about the bet? Did you forget?

Didn't we agree that from now on, you wouldn't point at me anymore?

Now you're not only pointing at me but also dumping all your mistakes on me... You committed the errors, and I have to clean up your mess?

"The bet, I lost."

Xu Xiaoshou clearly understood what the flamboyant old Dao was thinking at that moment.

He considered himself a gentleman; since he lost the bet, there was no reason to go back on the agreement.

But the bet clearly wasn't what Dao Qiongcang understood it to be!

From Xu Xiaoshou's perspective, it was permissible to point, but after pointing...

"Crack!"

After pointing at Dao Qiongcang, Xu Xiaoshou gritted his teeth and broke his finger, not emitting a single bit of spiritual energy, manfully enduring the most genuine "pain."

"Dao Qiongcang, this is the price of me pointing at you; I accept it."

"But friends are friends, and one thing is one thing. I also hope you remember that after sparing Yuegong Li, you owe me a favor."

A debt of gratitude is the hardest to repay.

However, time and circumstances can wash away such debts.

Since that's the case, while everyone is still friends, use the favor... Xu Xiaoshou was most willing to do so.

Having spoken, he stared intently at the green-faced Dao Qiongcang, asking from a moral high ground:

"I am a gentleman; I acknowledge this verbal agreement."

"So, are you a gentleman?"

I'm not a gentleman; I'm a scoundrel... No, you're the scoundrel. You want me to risk my life just for a broken finger; your calculations are practically splattering on my face...

Dao Qiongcang cursed inwardly, almost picking up Yuegong Li's large axe to chop Xu Xiaoshou in half first.

But before he could speak.

"Alarm! Alarm! Alarm!"

"Anomaly! Anomaly! Anomaly!"

"Beep! Beep! Beep!"

His brain seemed to suddenly go haywire, with everything blaring at once.

Every inch of his skin also released warning signals.

This stimulated Dao Qiongcang to forcibly twist his gaze towards the source of danger...

Heretic Shen Yi was staring over.

There were no other movements, but with just that one look, Dao Qiongcang felt immense pressure.

I don't even want to fight against an ordinary Shen Yi...

He opened his mouth, about to speak.

"Boom!"

A startling thunderclap exploded in the sky, striking down a figure.

Everyone's gaze was drawn over, including Heretic Shen Yi's. Dao Qiongcang secretly exhaled, relieved by the timely intervention!

Everyone turned their heads to look, and it turned out to be Mo Mo undergoing her tribulation, accidentally struck down by the Saint Tribulation.

Didn't they say there were no problems at all? How did one lightning tribulation strike you down, old friend...? Xu Xiaoshou's face turned pale after a quick glance out of the corner of his eye.

Feng Yujin was his last hope!

"Sorry, sorry..."

Mo Mo, stunned by the Five Ancestors' power and then heavily struck down by the Saint Tribulation, emitted Feng Yujin's voice.

He first apologized profusely, then got up:

"You guys continue, continue."

Feng Yujin seemed to not see Heretic Shen Yi at all, only nodding to Xu Xiaoshou and Dao Qiongcang before flying back into the sky to continue his tribulation.

At the same time, his Saint-sense transmitted a message, containing only a few simple words, but almost frantic:

"Fifteen minutes, hold on!!!"

"What does 'fifteen minutes' mean?"

Outside the Restricted Zone of Life, Heretic Shen Yi's lips curved slightly, and a soft murmur arose.

Everyone present immediately widened their pupils. The Saint Emperor's transmission was heard?

In the sky above, Feng Yujin, currently immersed in the Saint Tribulation, felt his hair stand on end, alarms blaring!

He turned his head.

He found that Heretic Shen Yi, who was originally on the ground, supposedly trying to figure out who Dao Qiongcang was, had already... appeared right in front of him!

"Yuheng."

Heretic Shen Yi articulated each word like pearls, her voice as melodious as an oriole. As she spoke, the Yuheng aperture on her body burst into light.

Feng Yujin could only see this light.

Inside the Restricted Zone of Life, everyone felt a dizzying sensation in their minds simultaneously upon hearing the voice.

As they recovered, they saw Heretic Shen Yi, with her Manifested Infant Wings spread on her back in the sky, gently touching the center of Mo Mo's brow with one finger.

"Watch out—"

Xu Xiaoshou roared, moving forward.

"Boom!"

Heretic Shen Yi slightly bent her index finger and gently flicked it, and the space for ten thousand miles instantly shattered.

A shockwave, devoid of spiritual energy and purely created by power, spread out from Mo Mo's head, instantly shattering countless mountains behind it.

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom..."

After a pause, the headless body also flew out.

She was like a powerful ball, instantly piercing through the void, smashing into the currents of shattered space, and when she reappeared, she pierced through volcanoes, tore open raging waves...

"Bang!"

Finally, she was embedded diagonally into a distant small hill.

Her limbs and bones showed cracks like spiderwebs, then shattered, turning into blood mist and gray mist that exploded and vanished into nothingness.

The entire scene was silent.

Elder Sang pressed his straw hat tightly with one hand.

Shuigui's five fingers gripped the edges of the golden beast mask tightly, digging into his own skull until it hurt.

Xu Xiaoshou, even more so, had one eye narrowed and one eyebrow raised high. He had just taken a step forward, ready to ascend, but halted halfway and quickly retracted it.

"How do we fight?"

"Fifteen minutes, how do we hold on?"

"Even if we succeed in holding on, will Saint Emperor Fengtian be able to return?"

Such questions flashed through everyone's minds.

While they were questions, each had their own answers.

"Rumble..."

The Saint Tribulation high in the sky, having lost the sealing of the aura by its target, suddenly realized, as if waking from a dream, that there were numerous Half-Saints present.

Moreover, one person dared to take the place of the tribulation-undergoer, standing casually in the void with one hand behind their back, truly uninhibited.

This was...

Contempt!

Contempt for the Heavenly Tribulation!

"Rumble rumble rumble—"

The Saint Tribulation suddenly expanded, increasing exponentially, and first locked onto that bald head with three purple eyes on its otherwise smooth scalp.

"Good, good, good!"

"Strike it down! You are the Saint Emperor Fengtian's Tribulation, you can definitely do it!"

"As long as you succeed, we will directly support you to become the newest Supreme Saint Tribulation; what Shui Gui, what sleeveless profound Saint Tribulation, they all have to step down."

Everyone's eyes were filled with anticipation.

Even more, Southern Domain Alchemists clasped their hands together, beginning fervent prayers:

"Ancestor of Techniques, please bless us, it must succeed..."

Heretic Shen Yi also seemed to sense something, but made no movement with her hands, only lightly raised her head, a soft "Hm?" escaping her nostrils.

The Nine Heavens Saint Tribulation squirmed violently.

At this moment, realizing that she had been blasphemed, it swelled to the extreme in an instant out of shame, then exploded with a 'bang'.

"The Saint Tribulation..."

"Exploded?"

The clasped hands ultimately proved powerless.

The phantom of hope also shattered after that soft 'Hm?', bringing with it a heavy, ashen sense of despair.

"Run!"

A terrified shriek, as if someone's guts had been ripped apart, sounded from somewhere.

Everyone scattered like birds and beasts, scrambling frantically out of the Restricted Zone of Life.

"Ah!"

"No, don't!"

"Save me, help, save... Ughhh—"

Outside the Restricted Zone of Life, the sacrificial formation still clearly existed.

Even Xu Xiaoshou's passive abilities struggled to resist it for long. How could these Five Regions Alchemists, clad in thin armor like paper-wrapped figures, resist the Ancestor of Techniques' Grand Formation, completed by the World Tree with the sacrifice of an entire world and countless living beings?

"Xu Xiaoshou!" Elder Sang's face turned ashen at the sight. Knowing there was no retreat, he turned to his beloved disciple.

Xu Xiaoshou opened his mouth, sighing inwardly. So, this is the kind of master you are.

But he no longer wanted to retreat, stating calmly:

"I'll try my best..."

*Pat*

Elder Sang grabbed his arm: "No, you look for the weakness."

What does that mean?

Xu Xiaoshou was still puzzled, but then saw the straw-hatted old man in front of him sway, turning into a wisp of white smoke and vanishing.

"Huh?"

Is that what you meant?

To put yourself in danger, to test out her weakness for me?

But did you forget, you are merely a Half-Saint of Profound Meanings, just that and nothing more!

"Puff, puff—"

The Burning White Flame flashed in mid-air.

The Profound Meaning Formation Diagram instantly lit up, and the Dragon Melt Realm, covering the entire sky and earth, was formed in an instant. The water vapor of the entire world seemed to be evaporated in a single moment.

Elder Sang, wearing a straw hat and barefoot, completely fearless, stood his ground against the sacrificial formation with a cold expression.

He had activated the Sleeveless Crimson Scorch Body, what was there to fear? He appeared behind Heretic Shen Yi almost instantaneously!

*Snap*

He didn't even clearly see the movement of the burly bald head.

Heretic Shen Yi had already turned around, and Elder Sang found his neck being grasped.

—Like lifting a small chicken.

"Yan Zhao!"

Elder Sang reacted extremely quickly. The Dragon Melt Realm instantly collapsed inward around him, and he moved his hands... it was a feint, to deceive Heretic Shen Yi.

He opened his lips... it was also a feint, still deceiving.

The main output, however, shot out from his nose: an extremely compressed energy source seed.

"So familiar!"

Xu Xiaoshou felt time flowing backward, like a fleeting dream, returning to the happy times in the Tiansang Spirit Palace, to the first time he refined pills and the compressed fire seed that shot into Elder Sang's nostril.

*Swish.*

The joy vanished.

In the battlefield, Heretic Shen Yi tilted her head, and the energy source seed only burned through her ear, shooting towards the sky.

*Snap*

Heretic Shen Yi exerted force, and Elder Sang's neck, protected by the Sleeveless Crimson Scorch Body, was easily crushed like a crispy chicken.

His head was squeezed out from Heretic Shen Yi's large hand with a *pop*, like squeezing a beef ball.

His body, affected by the relative impact and gravity, plummeted downwards.

"Kaiyang."

Not yet fallen.

Heretic Shen Yi's hoarse, ancient voice echoed in his ear.

The Kaiyang aperture on her body lit up brightly, illuminating the world in Elder Sang's final vision.

Heretic Shen Yi lifted her foot and used a whip kick.

"Boom—"

Elder Sang's headless body was cut in half at the waist.

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom..."

The two severed halves of his body, like high-speed spinning tops, flew in separate directions in their time of peril, one up and one down, smashing through countless obstacles before crashing towards the ends of the world.

Very powerful.

Not like Mo Mo's headless corpse that was pulverized at that time.

Elder Sang's body, enhanced by the spirit-penetrating thought, had all its internal organs shattered, and the two severed halves also showed cracked turtle-shell patterns.

But what exploded were the mountains; his body did not burst, preserving a somewhat incomplete but still recognizable corpse.

*Thud!*

*Gurgle...*

The head hit the ground and rolled away.

Xu Xiaoshou watched with his own eyes as the two dark circles spun many times on the ground, finally being pierced through the nostril by the tip of a straw hat falling from the sky, tilting to cover it.

The dust settled.

"Received attention, passive value, 1."

"Received question, passive value, 1."

The information bar only displayed two messages and then stopped.

"Did you see the weakness clearly?"

At one point, Xu Xiaoshou thought Elder Sang had returned, asking a question.

Until he suddenly came to his senses, he realized it was Shuigui asking him directly, his face filled with anxiety and irritation.

He didn't get a reply.

But Shuigui had already received the answer.

He took a step forward, his body shattering with a *snap*, turning into water vapor and disappearing.

"Let me try!"

In the next instant, he was already at Heretic Shen Yi's back and waist, forcibly drawing blood and water from her, and condensing his own upper body.

Yuegong Li stared blankly; the scene seemed familiar.

Back in the Dark Divine Court, under the pursuit of the Ancestor Tree's branches, Shuigui had used this method to directly possess Xu Xiaoshou from an unknown distance, entering his Yin Spirit Coffin for a "face-to-face" discussion.

He was actually so strong, he could possess a Heretic God?

The possessed Heretic Shen Yi remained indifferent, another aperture opening on her body.

"Yaoguang."

This time, her voice was calm and peaceful, without any emotional coloring.

Shuigui, who had condensed his upper body from behind Heretic Shen Yi, even donning his characteristic half-golden beast mask, hadn't even had time to launch a sneak attack.

Upon hearing the voice, he shook violently as if electrocuted.

"Ughhh—"

The power of the Heretic God, the power of the Saint Ancestor, the power of the Heavenly Ancestor, the power of the Medicine Ancestor, and the power of the God-Slayer—a total of five Ancestral Powers—flowed from Heretic Shen Yi's body into Shuigui's upper body.

He couldn't even hold on for half a breath before being completely blown apart by the uncontrolled power of the five great Ancestral Sources.

*Splish.*

After the explosion, water vapor splattered.

Heretic Shen Yi slowly descended to the ground, and what was flattened under her foot happened to be that half of the golden beast mask.

"Received question, passive value, 1."

Xu Xiaoshou heard no sound, but Shuigui's question seemed to echo in his mind.

He clenched his fist, but before he could move, Cen Qiaofu beside him snatched up the small axe at his waist and also took a step forward:

"If they can't do it, I'll try!"

Xu Xiaoshou immediately grabbed the old rascal and threw him to the ground, stomping on him fiercely, suppressing his impulse and actions:

"Don't give up your life!"

"There's no weakness in her!"

With just one whip kick, Elder Sang was gone.

Before the person even made a move, Shuigui exploded.

What's wrong with all of them? Is this how you test for weaknesses? This is just giving your lives away!

Upon hearing this loud roar, Bai Zhou's blood-red gaze faded, and he put down the gourd of wine he had gulped down most of, as if steeling his courage.

He immediately retreated to the back.

"Guiding power..."

Cen Qiaofu, who was pinned to the ground, finally reacted.

These people lining up to die, if not under guidance, then what?

It was rumored that the Heretic God's good partner was the Blood World Pearl.

As a spiritual artifact, the Blood World Pearl was known as the "source of disaster, guide of death."

How could the Heretic God's guiding power be weak?

When the guidance was broken, Heretic Shen Yi looked over with a slight surprise, her gaze lingering on Xu Xiaoshou for three breaths of time, then she smiled:

"Interesting."

Xu Xiaoshou only felt intense mockery.

This was disdain, this was provocation, this was a complete disregard for everyone in this place.

He grabbed the Dragon-Drawing Halberd and stepped out of the Restricted Zone of Life, snorting coldly:

"You useless fools, even if you risk your lives, what can you test out? Let me try!"

Not good...

Cen Qiaofu's expression changed, and Bai Zhou also reached out to restrain him.

And Xu Xiaoshou, who had finished spraying the entire scene and stepped out with his halberd, feeling as if he only lacked a Red Hare, directly "mentally awakened" after his spirited outburst, breaking out in cold sweat.

At this instant, he felt the world was paused.

"Hmph!"

Heretic Shen Yi vanished.

Heretic Shen Yi appeared behind him.

As her Gate of Rest in the Eight Trigrams opened, a flick to the back of his head had already landed.

At the same time, Dao Qiongcang, as if competing with Heretic Shen Yi for speed and wanting to snatch a person from Death, launched a Heavenly Secret Art belatedly, shooting it towards Xu Xiaoshou:

"Grand Purification Art!"

His intention was to first calm Xu Xiaoshou down and purify the guiding power.

But Xu Xiaoshou didn't need Dao Qiongcang's help. Sensing something amiss, he directly thought "Disappearing Art" and vanished completely.

"Boom!"

Heretic Shen Yi's flick shattered the surrounding three zhang of space.

The range wasn't large, but the extremely compressed power caused the space to explode into turbulent currents, which then collapsed into a black hole, and the black hole further collapsed inward, repeating this cycle dozens of times.

It varies from person to person, changing moves randomly... Dao Qiongcang was horrified. This was not the Heretic God; this was Yama deciding how to deal with people.

If you're weak, I'll use half strength.

If you possess my body, then you can also experience the five Ancestor Powers.

If your physical body is strong enough, then I'll get serious and test the absolute power and exquisite control over power on you, to see what kind of manifestation it is.

"Isn't this Shen Yi herself?"

Dao Qiongcang didn't know if Xu Xiaoshou had seen through Heretic Shen Yi's weakness.

The fact he could now confirm was that the Heretic God's current vessel, this Dao Infant, was definitely taken from Shen Yi herself—Shen Yi was trapped!

For everyone present, the Five Ancestors' power wasn't even needed.

Just Shen Yi's perfect Dao Infant, aided by life attributes, rapidly growing into Shen Yi's prime.

This alone was enough to give himself and Xu Xiaoshou a tough fight!

"Oh?"

One strike didn't kill the ant.

Heretic Shen Yi's purple light in her Half-Saint level eyes flashed, and her expression showed such a degree of astonishment for the first time.

She frowned and thought for a moment.

Soon, her gaze swept across, remotely locking onto the direction of the Reincarnation Heaven-Ascending Pillar.

In his invisible state, Xu Xiaoshou didn't even need any sudden insights or information bar alerts; goosebumps directly rose all over his body.

"Received search, passive value, 1."

"Received lock, passive value, 1."

"Received sneak attack, passive value, 1."

From afar, Heretic Shen Yi slowly raised her left hand to her chest.

She only extended her index and middle fingers, the two fingers slightly misaligned, then her index finger pressed against the back of her middle finger, gently sliding downwards.

"Om!"

The void's power changed.

As the two fingers formed a seal, Xu Xiaoshou, in his invisible state, could vaguely glimpse the slight curve of Heretic Shen Yi's lips through the semi-circular opening under her fingertip.

At the same time, everyone in the Restricted Zone of Life, including Xu Xiaoshou in his invisible state, heard at least five overlapping murmurs:

"Technique: Rootless Phase Eye."

"Technique: Reality-Shifting."

"Forbidden: Divine Imprisonment."

"Forbidden: Spirit Sacrifice Forbidden Walk."

"Forbidden: Cleansing Dao Sorrowful Wind Technique."