Wen Leyang wanted to punch himself in the mouth. After hearing his summons, not only had the Kunlun Sect’s divine swords not stopped the Yin Army, it had run away instead. Actually, this had nothing to do with him. The Little supreme leader Liu Zheng had been badly injured and was utterly exhausted. His mind sense was a mess after he had fainted and he could no longer control the divine swords. Without his guidance, the Kunlun divine swords automatically returned to their home in the Kunlun Mountains.
The sinister wind was turning into a hurricane. The Yin Army finally surged before them like the raging sea.
Without its master’s activation, the Metal Poison Stream was a scattered mess and could do nothing to stop the Yin Army! Wen Leyang smiled bitterly just as the Yin Army’s soldiers poured towards him. He did not think that after successfully evading the Ning Jiao’s attack, he could not even shake off the Yin Army’s pursuit. What he had not expected the most was he would die with a man in his embrace.
An unimaginably cold feeling began to cover his entire body. It was not quite as piercing as ice needles or like the explosion of icicles but slowly made its way into every pore. It invaded his body layer by layer into the flesh, the bones, the veins, and the organs. All this while, he remained extremely conscious. He felt lifeless as his body was being corroded slowly, awaiting the final moment of his soul’s destruction. This wait was extremely agonizing and rather boring.
The only thing that Wen Leyang could do right now was to raise his arms high with great effort. He lifted the unconscious Little Supreme Leader Liu Zheng high above the ground. If they were going to die together, he might as well be the first to die… Wen Leyang was filled with regret. If he had been wiser, he would have promised Liu Zheng his final dying wish. Maybe he would have been able to harden his heart and place him below his butt instead. At least he would not be feeling so exhausted right now, waiting for his demise in a classic pose.
He had also placed the rucksack containing You’ve Got Me and the copper ants Mo Ya on top of Liu Zheng’s chest.
The scattered Poison of Life and Death within his body finally noticed the terrifying invasion and was desperately wriggling, trying to combine and form a stream. Every drop of Poison of Life and Death caused a heart-piercing pain! Wen Leyang’s innards had already been badly damaged by the Ning Jiao’s tackle so now he could hardly endure the combining and surging of the Poison of Life and Death stream in his body.
Wen Leyang currently wished that someone would hit him hard on the back of his head to at least knock him out cold or, even better, knock him dead. Anything else was better than clearly seeing his demise… He wondered, would he become a dried-up corpse after death or a pile of withered bones? When Leyang Tian’s witchcraft-drawn scenery disappears, would his remains disappear as well or would it be messily scattered on the floor in Painting Town?
Right when Wen Leyang was unintentionally letting his imaginations run wild, something suddenly jumped against his ribs. A sensation of warmth containing mercy and livelihood softly and gently emanated from that area. The feeling at that moment was like the warm sun of early Summer shining on a lazy and comfortable evening!
That gentle, sunny warmth brought a smile to his heart! The icy-cold feeling which had invaded him to his marrow was like a burrowed snake which had seen light for the first time. It ferociously writhed its body as it desperately tried to get rid of the warmth.
Initially, the cold of the Yin Army invading his body and the peculiar warmth which had risen from his chest were silent and reserved. They did not have any ruthlessness, nor did they make him feel pain. However, when these two forces then met in Wen Leyang’s body, a shrill neighing and a solemn Zen chant immediately erupted in his ears. The two forces quickly became ferocious. The cold and warm feelings extended their sharp claws and bared their fangs. They then began to tear at each other madly and intertwined within Wen Leyang’s innards, vessels, marrow, tendons, flesh, skin, and even his pores, hairs, and teeth! (Author’s note: I have personally fought with a dentist hence I have this kind of awareness. Every time I describe pain, I will also mention the teeth as well ^_^)
When the two completely opposite and mutually canceling forces started their fierce battle within Wen Leyang’s body, a terrifying pain also quickly erupted throughout entire his body. Thousands of sharp icicles and a patch of heaven-burning angry flames desperately tore at each other inside his muscles and vessels. The pain was indescribable. It almost feels as if a rust-covered saw was ruthlessly sawing away at his nerves!
The faintly reverberating Zen chant and the all-enshrouding Buddha’s Light made him come to a sudden realization. He still had a Buddhist prayer bead the size of a large longan in his chest. The little rabbit demon Shan Duan had originally given him that prayer bead to face Hanba but he had not expected to face the Yin Army first.
This Buddhist prayer bead had been immersed in an atmosphere of meditation at the Great Mercy Temple for more than a thousand years. It has long become a powerful Buddhist magic tool to capture souls and subdue evils. Now, with a huge group of evil spirits running wild, the Vitality Energy contained within the Buddhist prayer bead also surged up in response!
Wen Leyang was in so much pain that he wished he was dead. Nevertheless, he continually nagged himself to stay alive no matter what. If he was to die now after enduring so many hardships, it would be a great loss.
The comforting warmth had turned into a scalding heat which grew bigger and denser. It was the first time that the all-covering Yin Army’s advance was blocked and it surrounded Wen Leyang in a densely-packed layer. When the large Buddhist prayer bead unleashed its Meditation Power, the Yin Army would react in equal measure and turn even more violent and cruel! From afar, Wen Leyang looked like a stubborn reef which stood tall in the middle of the ocean as the strong winds blew and huge waves touched the sky.
The Yin Army’s violent soul plunged into Wen Leyang’s body as the Vitality Energy of the Buddhist prayer bead also poured out endlessly. The two forces desperately fought one another and wore each other out endlessly. Then, a third force started to move during this moment, it was Wen Leyang’s own Poison of Life and Death!
The two vast forces attacked one another other in every corner of Wen Leyang’s body. The forces of Yin and Yang intertwined without ceasing. The initially scattered Poison of Life and Death was like an oriole which was hiding in the dark before suddenly attacking in a ferocious ambush. It pounced and swallowed the intertwined forces down in one go before laying low once again.
When the intertwined Yin and Yang forces were engulfed by the Poison of Life and Death, it began to retaliate and struggle desperately. Some of it broke through and caused overwhelming pain to Wen Leyang while the remainder of it was eventually assimilated by the Poison of Life and Death.
When the forces of Yin and Yang were separated, the Heaven and Earth were created!
The entangled Yin and Yang forces were known as chaos. According to Taoist teachings, Wen Leyang’s Poison of Life and Death was like the chaotic force of the world. Currently, the entangled and fighting Yin and Yang forces were gradually creating chaos (Author’s note: I mistyped chaos into wanton just now and amused myself for half a day). It had become very similar in nature to the Poison of Life and Death so, naturally, it became the best supplement for the Poison of Life and Death. Although it was not a poison, this force was no weaker than the power of poison! Compared to the assimilation of the five elemental poisons, the process of assimilating the Yin and Yang forces by the Poison of Life and Death was much smoother!
The interesting thing was, the extreme Yin of the violent soul and the extreme Yang of the Buddhist prayer bead had treated the Poison of Life and Death as their own kind. As they were flowing inside Wen Leyang’s body, they had completely ignored the Poison of Life and Death. Only when the Yin and Yang forces were entangled into a ball did the Poison of Life and Death jump out with relish to ‘hunt’.
Wen Leyang may not know it at the moment but his body, which resembled a pressure cooker, and the pain which he could not seem to bear for another second, was a great opportunity and good fortune for him! The Death Energy of extreme Yin and Life Energy of extreme Yang was incompatible with his Poison of Life and Death. Only when the Yin and Yang forces were entangled into a ball equally could they be captured and assimilated by the Poison of Life and Death. Through this assimilation, the Poison of Life and Death’s power was greatly increased!
However, the danger of this was enough to deter even deities and demons. If he were an average cultivator, even with a strong cultivation base, his meridian vessels and body could never have endured the entanglement of the Yin and Yang forces. When the Poison of Life and Death had swallowed and assimilated the two forces, a lesser cultivator’s meridian vessels would have been destroyed by the resulting force and they would die after spitting out blood. However, Wen Leyang had lost his meridian vessels long ago. As long as his body could bear it, it does not matter how strongly those forces were stirring about within it.
After some time, perhaps it was a second, perhaps it was a whole century, the originally fine blood vessels which had been invisible to the naked eye under his skin suddenly thickened and rose up, enveloping Wen Leyang’s body like a dense network of a spider’s web.
It seemed as if drops of blood flickering with light was seeping out of every pore on his body. His clothes were quickly dyed red. However, amidst such torment, Wen Leyang remained extremely conscious. Every ounce of pain was transmitted honestly and unreservedly through his nerves to his brain but his body could not make even the slightest and simplest of movements.
Wen Leyang felt like a live bull which had been injected with water… and it was water mixed with chili powder at that. His body continued to swell. At this rate, it would not be long before his body would burst apart. A conservative estimate of the aftermath predicts that his remains would be no larger than a fingernail. When the others come to collect his body, they could only pour it into a bucket using a spoon.
The Yin Army had surged into his body in batches. The giant Buddhist prayer bead on his chest had begun to slow in its vibration. The reverberating, all-enshrouding soft Buddhist chant seemed to be gradually losing its calmness and elegance. It began to sound slightly hoarse and irritable with a helpless feeling of depleting energy…
As the Life Energy within the Buddhist prayer bead was about to run out, a terrifying noise which caused one’s hair to stand on end and feel nauseated abruptly sounded. A shrill ghostly wailing and a wolf’s howl filled all sorts of desire and evil thoughts of the world blasted into this world like the clanging of a horn from the darkness. It was the Witch’s Song!
The continuous Python Mountain which was shaped like a giant snake started to move strangely under the Witch’s Song’s urging. It moved clumsily but swiftly towards Wen Leyang’s direction. Wen Leyang felt like he was at the center of a drawing scroll while the scroll was being crumpled into a ball. The scenery became distorted and scary as it pressed down onto him from all directions.
The sinister wind, Buddhist chant, Witch’s Song, mountains, and streams were shifting, the entire world was shaking!
When Python Mountain finally rolled its huge body and came to Wen Leyang’s side, the black gorilla Leyang Tian also appeared under the protection of a tangle of black vines.
Leyang Tian was expressionless. His mouth matched the agitating Witch’s Song and let out a sharp and long howl. Python Mountain seemed to jump a few times in Wen Leyang’s eyes. Then, with a booming sound, it was wrapped in blazing flames!
Wen Leyang was in so much pain that he wished he was dead. He could not even move his body at all but he was still unusually conscious. His telegnosis ability transmitted every detail of his surroundings to him. The imposing and majestic Python Mountain was Leyang Tian’s biggest reliance in this witchcraft world.
It was just as Little Supreme Leader Liu Zheng had guessed, they had not been sucked into the scenery-painted long walls on the second floor by the witchcraft spell. Instead, the scenery had broken through the wall and formed a world of its own, firmly sealing off Painting Town and also sealing the endless Yin Army which had been rushing out of the ground.
Leyang Tian himself was inside this world but the number of soldiers from the Yin Army had greatly exceeded his expectation. He had lost half of the landscape when the witchcraft drawing had broken through and taken form. It left him with no choice but to cast the spell again by using his red snake vital fire to make Python Mountain. He had just completed his spell a few moments ago when he yelled loudly, signaling the others to fall back towards Python Mountain.
At that time, Leyang Tian had no idea where Wen Leyang, Liu Zheng or the others were. Although this world had been drawn by him, Leyang Tian could not do as he pleases inside it nor was he the dictator of this world. From an outsider’s viewpoint, this was nothing more than an extremely mysterious and strange magic spell which was filled with prohibition spells.
Shortly after, Leyang Tian finally noticed the Yin Army’s restlessness. At the same time, he also noticed Wen Leyang who had been lifting the Little Supreme Leader Liu Zheng up. His pose was quirky but it seemed to give the Yin Army a hard time. He had not hesitated and immediately guided Python Mountain to Wen Leyang’s aid with the hope to defeat the enemy in one fell swoop.
Within the stern howl of the Witch’s Song, countless witchcraft spells began to activate one after another!