Chapter 1785: Clam Binding Technique Seals Heaven and is Hard to Awaken, Heart-Extermination Technique is Unfathomable to Gods and Ghosts

"Found him, Senior Shou is in the Eastern Region!"

"What's that? Senior Shou picked up a... human-shaped doll? Why is something like that near the battlefield?"

"What is Senior Shou waiting for? The dark clouds in the Southern Region, isn't he going to deal with them? That could be Emperor Cangsheng's lingering consciousness, his final move!"

"Is Senior Shou... spacing out?"

Feng Zhongzui could no longer keep up with Senior Shou's speed.

The power of spatial profoundness was evident throughout the Five Regions; before this, few could instantly jump between the Southern and Eastern Regions.

Now that he wasn't on the battlefield, he could only rely on the power of the Divine Transmission Mirror's main mirror to bind Senior Shou and conduct a cross-regional transmission.

This binding force was actually very weak.

If Senior Shou resisted even slightly, the connection might break, and his image would naturally disappear from the Divine Transmission Mirror.

Fortunately, Senior Shou did not reject this binding.

On the contrary, he had always respected the Feng family, an ancient sword cultivator clan from the Southern Region, and had continuously expended extra mental effort to maintain this connection.

"...Senior Shou moved, why did he fall to the ground?"

The battlefield was still in the Southern Region, yet Senior Shou had run to the Eastern Region, spaced out, and then suddenly collapsed. Feng Zhongzui completely failed to understand.

However, his interpretations were very real-time.

It didn't matter if he didn't understand; many in the Five Regions didn't understand Senior Shou. As long as everything was broadcast, understanding would naturally come when the time was right.

"Look, Senior Shou waved his hand and conjured a person."

"Is this Senior Shou's clone?"

When the screen changed and another figure appeared, Feng Zhongzui was stunned for a moment, then instantly realized:

"No!"

His ears twitched, and his face showed alarm:

"Emperor Fengtian, one of the Five Great Absolute Bodies, the Seal Body. But what is he doing here? He can't interfere with the battle on the Ancient War God Platform..."

"What? He's sealing that human-shaped doll?"

"What? This is a Malignant Yin Doll?"

"What? Going to the Southern Nether? Oh, there's nothing surprising about that... But what's there to go to the Southern Nether for? Why is everyone going to the Southern Nether?"

Not just Feng Zhongzui, but observers across the Five Regions were also baffled.

The Ancient War God Platform was clearly still there, indicating that neither side in the great battle had been completely annihilated.

However, it seemed that ever since the words and various movements of the Malignant Yin appeared, the main protagonists of the battlefield had changed.

Senior Shou and Emperor Cangsheng were no longer the world's focus.

While the outcome of their battle was basically clear, it was no longer very important.

At this moment, everyone's attention was entirely on the Malignant Yin!

"Is this cloud of consciousness in the Southern Region, or rather, this Tome of Returning Consciousness, truly Emperor Cangsheng's?"

"Could it be that it's preparing for the revival of the Malignant Yin Evil God?"

Feng Zhongzui was worried, as his hometown was in the Southern Region, and he likely wouldn't have a new home elsewhere.

Despite his worries, he did not stop his actions.

However, the Divine Transmission Mirror's main mirror barely managed to bind Emperor Fengtian for an instant before he vanished.

When he reappeared, the main mirror's connection had already been broken.

As for the Southern Nether, a "face mirror" had been set up there in advance because Emperor Han Gong had appeared there before, suggesting something was about to happen.

Although the image was blurry, it immediately captured Emperor Fengtian's destination.

"How impressive! Emperor Fengtian reached the Southern Nether from the Eastern Region in the blink of an eye!"

"How strong! Emperor Fengtian plunged in; does he intend to enter the deep sea of the Southern Nether?"

"How... wait, Emperor Fengtian, why is he kneeling?"

The situation took a sharp turn, and Feng Zhongzui almost couldn't comprehend it.

Emperor Fengtian was carrying the Malignant Yin Doll, and logically, he should have gone to the deep sea to find an excellent sealing location.

How could a dignified Saint Emperor suddenly kneel like this, with hands raised high, so similar to the "Divine Possession Art" that Emperor Cangsheng was about to perform back then?

Just as this thought flashed through the minds of the Five Regions' observers,

They heard Emperor Fengtian, struggling to control himself, cry out that astonishing phrase... "Great Divine Possession Art!"

"Senior Shou?"

Everyone was stunned, unable to distinguish between them.

They even thought Emperor Fengtian had betrayed Senior Shou, and Senior Shou was punishing him by emerging from his body.

But as Emperor Fengtian finished shouting "Great Divine Possession Art," with a ripping sound, he was disemboweled from within, and a smooth, jade-white arm extended from his chest.

"Skin like congealed fat, wrists like frost..."

Feng Zhongzui even managed to describe her.

Unexpectedly, when Emperor Fengtian completely split open, the person who truly emerged from within his body was...

"A man?!"

This figure even looked a bit familiar.

He held the doll's coffin in one hand and a comb in the other, slowly combing the impurities from his hair into the void.

When his sleeve brushed past his cheek, revealing his true face, the Five Regions were astonished:

"Hall Master Dao?!"

Why did Hall Master Dao suddenly intervene in this battle?

Isn't Emperor Fengtian a Saint Emperor? Hall Master Dao is only a Half-Saint; how could he instantly affect him?

What was his purpose in taking the Malignant Yin Doll? It couldn't possibly be to release the Malignant Yin, could it? He is the Hall Master Dao!

"No way?"

Countless hearts across the Five Regions tightened.

Everyone knew that today was different from the past; Hall Master Dao was no longer the Hall Master Dao of old.

But no one wished that when Hall Master Dao reappeared, he would have fallen into darkness, becoming a minion of the Malignant Yin.

"I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint everyone,"

Dao Qiongcang narrowed his eyes. After emerging from the shattered upper body of Feng Yujin, he smiled as he examined the small Seal God Coffin in his hand.

"Thirty-Six Forms of Heavenly Secrets, Great Purification Art."

He calmly executed a hand seal. Under the purifying light transformed from the power of a Saint Ancestor, the power on the Seal God Coffin melted away like ice and snow.

Soon, the doll in a black dress with hairpins was revealed inside.

"Love for all beings... Tsk."

Dao Qiongcang merely glanced at the doll, his lips curving into a sneer, "Die!"

He clenched his large hand.

This was clearly intended to crush the doll and release the Malignant Yin, causing the hearts of the Five Regions to stop.

Just then, an unexpected change occurred.

"Clam Shell Binding Art!"

With a shouted explosion, the Five Regions saw Emperor Fengtian, who had split open from beneath Hall Master Dao's body, suddenly solidify his upper body.

It was no longer a human form, but two gigantic clam shells.

The two grayish-white clam shells, imbued with sealing power, slammed shut in response, trapping Hall Master Dao firmly within.

Only his head was exposed.

And the hand that held the Malignant Yin Doll, unable to act.

"Oh?"

Weak and immobile, Hall Master Dao remained calm in the face of danger.

The one performing the art beneath him was clearly a Saint Emperor, yet when he looked down, his brows showed no ripple of surprise, and he even spoke:

"Feng Yujin, are you sure you want to attack me?"

That single sentence startled the entire Five Regions.

It was obvious that there was a history between these two.

As Feng Zhongzui's ears twitched slightly, he seemed to gain some information and loudly declared:

"Perhaps you don't know, but after Emperor Fengtian was banished to Void Island, the Saint God Temple carried out multiple cleansing and suppression operations."

"This was an irregular ghost beast clearing activity, which would release some inner island ghost beasts to the outer island, or in some other forms that I'm also unaware of..."

"In short, Emperor Fengtian's life on the inner island was not easy, especially during Hall Master Dao's thirty years in power."

At this point, Feng Zhongzui hesitated and stopped.

The Five Regions were even more astonished. Wasn't this an opportunity for revenge?

If they were Emperor Fengtian, wouldn't they seize this excellent opportunity to chop Hall Master Dao into pieces and feed him to the fish, thus venting their anger?

"No!"

"It's not like that!"

Feng Zhongzui quickly understood Emperor Fengtian's psychology and muttered:

"Whether he dares or not is another matter..."

Indeed, Feng Yujin hesitated for an instant.

If the person before him were an ordinary individual, no matter what past grievances existed, had he seized the opportunity, a single slap would have sent their head flying.

But he was no longer young.

The blood flowing in his veins had long since cooled.

Since leaving Void Island, he had been so lazy that he didn't even want to follow Bazun An's plans, only thinking of profiting from chaos and enjoying life.

He only became Xu Xiaoshou's guard because he couldn't avoid being caught, occasionally lending a hand—and even then, he was taking advantage of busy moments to slack off.

He had recently conceived the idea of "raising a daughter": cultivating the host Mo Mo to grow up and care about things, so she wouldn't be so indifferent to everything.

This was one of the few things Feng Yujin had found interesting again in thousands of years.

An old man's mindset was, of course, completely different from when he was young. If one were to ask the thirty-year-old Feng Yujin:

"Can you defeat these Ten Venerable Seats?"

Feng Yujin would first kick out, then coldly sneer at the head beneath his foot, "So you're called the Ten Venerable Seats?"

Not to mention the Ten Venerable Seats!

Even if the Malignant Yin revived, how good could the state of a newly revived Ancestral God be?

Feng Yujin felt that by sacrificing something, he could forcibly reach that realm and certainly possess the power to fight.

But that was during his reckless youth at thirty.

Once one's heart ages, there are many things one doesn't particularly want to do, and many considerations arise when wanting to act.

For instance, Dao Qiongcang was not just Dao Qiongcang; behind him was the entire Qian Shi Imperial Realm.

Even setting these aside, the man himself was difficult to kill.

It's not about being afraid of a thief stealing, but of a thief remembering you. If you can't provoke them, you should hide. Provoking them further might lead to endless trouble.

Even if he himself wasn't afraid, if this "Dao dog" were to target Mo Mo again—Xu Xiaoshou protected her once, but could he protect her for a lifetime?

"I..."

One "Clam Shell Binding Art" seemed to trap Dao Qiongcang, but in reality, it locked himself into a dilemma.

Feng Yujin regretted it.

At this moment, what was he even striving for?

The Wind and Cloud Battle could be lost, the Sky Profound Sect could be lost, White Cave could be lost...

He dared to slack off at East Heaven King City, straight up avoided Void Island, and obediently hid in the Divine Ruins...

Why, at this final critical moment, did he have to step forward like this?

When he left back then, how could he so brazenly declare, "As long as I live, the doll lives; if I die, the doll dies"?

When the Malignant Yin Doll was taken, it should have been the perfect time to play dead. Why use "Clam Shell Binding Art" and put himself in a position to choose?

"I..."

Under Dao Qiongcang's condescending gaze, Feng Yujin couldn't even manage to refer to himself as "this Emperor," repeating "I" twice without speaking.

Saint Emperors and Saint Emperors were indeed born different.

Some Saint Emperors were born on the heavenly ladder, bathed in sacred light and auspiciousness throughout their lives.

Others were born with a servile nature, finding even temporary peace and security immensely difficult.

"Tired."

Feng Yujin felt mentally exhausted.

He knew that at this moment, the entire world was watching him!

Including Xu Xiaoshou, who asked him to escort the Malignant Yin Doll to the Southern Nether; Xu Xiaoshou clearly wanted him to take a side at this moment, one way or the other.

Including Dao Qiongcang, who just wanted to see what choice he would make between Xu and Dao, between the paths of Saint Slaves and the Saint God Temple.

And even...

"Mo Mo?"

His heart stopped.

Feng Yujin suddenly realized why he had acted so out of character at this moment.

He should have continued to hide.

But he chose to stand out.

He had endured for so many years, but now, he simply could not bear to see Mo Mo's disgusted gaze from back then again.

"My life has been a mess, my reputation infamous for ten thousand years; wherever I go, people can bully me..."

Feng Yujin sighed wistfully.

Suddenly, his eyes focused, and murderous intent surged:

"Only now, it won't do!"

"Only from now on, it won't do!"

A Saint Emperor is inherently weak, but for Mo, he becomes strong.

At this moment, as he roared these words,

Feng Yujin seemed to have rediscovered his youthful passion. As he looked up, his will soared to the heavens:

"Even a mere grain of rice dares to shine?"

"Dao Qiongcang, my desire to kill you is not something new!"

As his voice settled, grayish-white mist spread across the sky.

The entire Southern Region's land of sin vibrated, and a Saint Emperor's image, clad in white robes and wearing a golden crown, rose from the void.

He rode a crane soaring through the clouds, his eyes gleaming brightly, capturing stars with one hand and covering the world with the other, utterly arrogant.

Emperor Fengtian, Feng Yujin, simultaneously spat out Saint Emperor's blood as he conjured the Saint Emperor's image.

"Sacrifice!"

He had barely glared with his fierce eyes.

Dao Qiongcang, trapped by the Clam Shell Binding Art, couldn't help but chuckle.

After a meaningful smile, the light in his eyes directly vanished, and his body shattered into dust on the spot, dying:

"Feng Yujin, I'll remember you."

"And your choice."

The Divine Transmission Mirror trembled.

Feng Zhongzui's soul almost split apart from Hall Master Dao's final, chilling smile.

That eerie expression...

"No!"

That's not important, what's important is...

"Hall Master Dao, he ran away?"

The enigmatic Dao Qiongcang was already difficult to kill.

When Emperor Fengtian decided to take a side, Hall Master Dao directly chose to sacrifice this life and escape?

If he were targeted afterward, it would be too miserable!

No, that's not important either. After all, that's a matter for later. The key issue now is...

"Where's the Malignant Yin Doll?"

Feng Yujin also seemed surprised by Dao Qiongcang's decisiveness.

This body, in his opinion, possessed considerable power, even bearing the power of an ancestral source. It must have taken great effort to refine.

Just abandoned it like that?

Emperor Fengtian didn't know if he was poor, or if Dao Qiongcang was wild, but he could distinguish priorities.

Take a side first.

While he couldn't be a slacker in the future, he couldn't contribute much himself either.

But Xu Xiaoshou and Bazun An would have to protect him, otherwise who would risk their lives for them in the future?

"The doll!"

The moment Dao Qiongcang died, Feng Yujin's first reaction wasn't to pursue him.

After making his stance clear, he immediately pulled the Malignant Yin Doll, which was about to fall, back into his hand. Just as he exhaled,

The Malignant Yin Doll exploded.

The Five Regions froze for an instant.

Feng Yujin felt as if his head was splitting open.

"No—"

He cried out in alarm.

The Malignant Yin was going to be released?

But after the doll exploded, what rolled out from between his fingers were only tiny fragments of stone, without any spiritual energy or Saint power fluctuations.

"A fake doll!"

Feng Zhongzui also realized what had happened.

Emperor Fengtian instantly ascended from hell to heaven, his mood like a rollercoaster.

"Good, good..."

It was just a fake doll, the Malignant Yin's consciousness hadn't been released yet, Xu Xiaoshou's instructions hadn't been compromised...

"Huh?"

His thoughts froze, and Feng Yujin stood rooted to the spot, staring blankly into the distant sky, "Where's the doll?"

"That's right."

The fake doll shattered.

Didn't that mean the real doll had been swapped out and was now in Dao Qiongcang's hands?

"Dao! Qiong! Cang!"

His mood like a rollercoaster, plunging from heaven to hell again, Feng Yujin felt as if he was about to explode:

"Nowhere to run!"

"No path to the heavens, no door to the earth. Today, in these Five Regions, no one can escape this Emperor's grasp!"

The Saint Emperor's image behind Feng Yujin moved, and he raised his hand, ready to strike: "World Seal..."

*Plink!*

A small stone suddenly flew up from below, accurately hitting Feng Yujin's shoulder.

It was very weak.

Without a trace of spiritual energy.

As if thrown by an unarmed child.

"Hmm?"

Feng Yujin was startled, then looked down.

The Divine Transmission Mirror also moved downwards, revealing a delicate, jade-like little girl standing on the sea surface, no more than six or seven years old, with adorably chubby cheeks.

She pouted and said indignantly:

"Emperor Fengtian, what are you trying to do?"

"Does Emperor Fengtian want to bully the small, pursue a Half-Saint, and even destroy the Five Regions?"

This was clearly no ordinary little girl, for despite being unarmed and devoid of spiritual energy, she could stand on the Southern Nether's sea surface!

"She's..." Feng Zhongzui swallowed hard, feeling his head ache, "Hall Master Dao?"

Feng Yujin's eyelids twitched, and the murderous intent in his eyes boiled like hot water. The little girl acted as if she didn't notice, yelping:

"Emperor Fengtian, you're not on the Ancient War God Platform!"

"If you go all out, do you want to kill all the cute little darlings like me on the continent?"

Feng Yujin could no longer tolerate it.

He reached out, directly pulling the little girl over, and his large palm firmly clamped her head.

"Ah, it hurts so much."

The little girl's head seemed to be deforming, causing the observers in the Five Regions to feel unbearable pity. She said, aggrieved, "Emperor Fengtian, are you going to kill a child?"

"Ah, ah, ah!!!"

Feng Yujin's eyes were bloodshot and bulging.

He crushed the little brat's head in his hand.