The Unique Feng Shui Master
The Bronze Ancient Blade was struck by the Silver Gun, sending it flying back. The God of Sorcery, embodied in golden light, reached out and grasped the Bronze Ancient Blade. At that moment, the God of Sorcery could no longer remain detached; the golden light shattered, revealing a man in white who stood firm in the void, though his face remained obscured by the golden glow.
The Silver Gun, which had sent the Bronze Ancient Blade flying, was also knocked back, disappearing into the vast starry sky. The God of Sorcery was consumed by rage; it had been far too long since he had felt such anger. This time, he had been ambushed and lost the opportunity to collect Chaos Energy. He was furious.
At that moment, the golden garment torn by the Bronze Ancient Blade resembled a peeled jelly wrapper, with the tender jelly spilling out. In an instant, the accumulated Chaos Energy surged into Earth. The God of Sorcery had no power to reverse this; the Chaos Energy had completely entered the Dimension where Earth resided. Any further interference would invoke severe punishment from the laws of the Dimension, and even the God of Sorcery could not withstand that power!
Meanwhile, on Earth, Xiao Yefeng's fingers moved rapidly as he manipulated the Bagua Mirror, which spun swiftly. Just then, his fingers halted, and the Bagua Mirror erupted with a burst of colorful radiance. Xiao Yefeng felt as if his Symbol Bone was being immersed in Inspiration; the once Flawless White Symbol Bone now shimmered with colorful light aside from the flickering Talisman.
However, at this moment, no one noticed the brilliance radiating from Xiao Yefeng because the night sky was enveloped in colorful gas. Everything beneath that sky was draped in a layer of colorful glow. Xiao Yefeng declared, "It's here!"
At that same moment, Master on the sea felt a jolt in his heart and spoke, "It's here!"
In an instant, the Seven Star Needle and Eight Trigrams Mirror along with the Yin-Yang Sword were summoned by Xiao Yefeng using Sword Control Technique. With seven needles as the focal point and the Bagua Mirror at its core, while using the Yin-Yang Sword as a conduit, a tri-colored beam of light shot into the heavens. The Chaos Energy enveloping Earth was pierced by this colorful beam like a straw inserted into water, causing torrents of Chaos Energy to flow into the Bagua Mirror through the Yin-Yang Sword and then be distributed into the grand formation below where everyone stood.
Instantly, those positioned by Xiao Yefeng felt a refreshing aura wash over them. They sensed that many long-standing questions had suddenly become clear, especially among some enthusiasts in the technological realm below; their senses and intellect seemed to have been elevated in an instant, providing answers to many research topics they had pondered for so long.
At that same time on the sea, Perfect World experienced something similar. Master forcibly tore open a portion of Chaos Energy and infused it into himself. Of course, other factions were also striving to absorb this Chaos Energy; however, they could not match the quantity absorbed by Xiao Yefeng and Master.
Naturally, such occurrences would not last indefinitely. The colorful chaotic clouds in the sky vanished as swiftly as they appeared. The passage cut open by Yin-Yang Sword was severed; Master’s torn section closed up again. The large-scale influx of Chaos Energy ceased. However, Chaos Energy did not truly disappear; it had already blended into Earth's atmosphere, subtly altering everything about humanity.
Everyone within the Metaphysics Society was currently absorbing their recently acquired Chaos Energy while people on Earth continued with their own affairs. Aside from the recent Phenomenon, Earth remained unchanged for those unaware of what had just transpired. Yet one thing was certain: if measured by wisdom beams at this moment on Earth, after being infused with Chaos Energy, these individuals' intellects would each experience an enhancement.
This is what Chaos Energy is—a miraculous force capable of giving rise to intelligent life. Those who already possess wisdom can naturally enhance it further. From this moment on, Earth would enter an era of fully awakened intelligence; this is a Reward granted to Low-Level Dimensions by Dimension laws. However, it also serves as a death knell—those unable to elevate their levels would inevitably enter a new cycle of being enslaved by Low-Level Planes!
In the Dimension space, the God of Sorcery could clearly sense the extent of Chaos Energy affecting Earth through his connection with the Master. Anger filled his heart as he gripped the Bronze Ancient Blade, its brilliance shining like a radiant dawn. He aimed it towards the direction where the Silver Gun had vanished, and with a swift motion, he unleashed a fierce blade light that split into two, then four, in an instant covering the area with a torrent of slashing energy that tore apart the stars.
"Get out here!" a roar erupted from the mouth of the God of Sorcery.
The subsequent explosion of stars echoed in response to him, but as the dust settled, the area shrouded in blade light was left barren. Under the might of the God of Sorcery, hundreds of stars had vanished, showcasing his formidable power.
However, just as he thought his opponent had escaped, he was astonished to find one star still remaining in that area. This star, which should have been obliterated in an instant by the blade light, remained completely unscathed.
A glimmer of silver emerged from the star, growing larger until it transformed into a piercing spear wind aimed directly at the God of Sorcery. He swung his blade to counter it; when the spear wind collided with his blade light, both dissipated. It was then that he realized his mistake—two stars behind him had been pierced by this spear wind, each sporting a gaping hole!
"Who are you?" The voice of the God of Sorcery was filled with authority.
Just as his words fell, a figure clad in bright silver armor appeared opposite him, wielding a long spear. The Purple-Haired Man stood there, his striking purple hair interwoven with strands of silver, giving him an otherworldly allure amidst his handsome features.
Upon seeing this newcomer, the God of Sorcery paused for a moment before asking, "Who are you?"
"Just a Defeated General. Naturally, someone as lofty as you wouldn't recognize me!" The newcomer reversed his grip on the Silver Gun. Although held upside down, it was clear that should he choose to act, its tip would surely point straight at the God of Sorcery.
The words from this Purple-Haired Man caught the God of Sorcery off guard. Claiming to be a Defeated General indicated he belonged to a force that had been annihilated by sorcery. While he couldn't recall who this person was, it was evident from the recent attack that this man possessed strength equal to his own. It puzzled him how he could forget such a formidable enemy. Moreover, from what he gathered, sorcery must have destroyed this man's faction; if so, why hadn't he left any trace for He Yin?
"Hmph! No matter who you are, interfering with my collection of Chaos Energy is an unforgivable grudge!" declared the God of Sorcery.
"Unforgivable? Ha! Perhaps we have long been locked in such a feud! Do you remember this?" The Purple-Haired Man said as he unleashed a wave of energy towards the God of Sorcery.
With two fingers pinching what flew towards him, a shattered Talisman appeared in the hand of the God of Sorcery. Despite being riddled with cracks, it was unmistakably what had once been in the hands of Xiao Yefeng: the Black Gold Spirit Banner. This item had gone missing along with Wu Kui's disappearance within the Nine-Tiered Demon Tower, and now it reappeared here in a drastically altered form—what was once a Soul Banner had transformed into a jade-like Talisman.
"Crack!" The Talisman was crushed, and the Black Gold Spirit Banner appeared in the hands of the God of Sorcery. It then scattered like sand in the wind. Upon seeing this object, the God of Sorcery was taken aback, looking up at the newcomer and saying, "Are you the remnant of the Purple Demon Clan? Why hasn't Yin Si shattered your soul and cast you into the endless abyss?"
The confusion in the God of Sorcery's eyes was evident, and as he spoke, there was no hint of sympathy for this so-called Purple Demon Clan. This scene fell upon the eyes of the Purple-Haired Man, who finally revealed his full form. His bright silver armor shimmered with a rich purple aura, adorned with purple Talismans. The Bright Silver Spear in his hand gleamed brilliantly, surrounded by circles of Talismans. This was the familiar Demon Slaying Curse that Xiao Yefeng recognized. With both elements combined, this person was none other than the missing Wu Kui, who now appeared even more handsome than before.
At this moment, Wu Kui had shed all disguises, and a never-before-seen change appeared on his forehead: a pair of deer-like horns sprouted, over an inch long with sharp purple tips, faintly crackling with purple electricity.
Seeing this sight, the God of Sorcery became even more convinced of Wu Kui's identity as a member of the Purple Demon Clan. Now that he understood who he was dealing with, it became simpler. The God of Sorcery smiled and said, "I didn't expect that the Purple Demon Clan still has descendants since Pangu. You are that remnant whom Pangu sacrificed himself to protect?"
At this moment, there was no trace of pity in the God of Sorcery's demeanor. However, who could know what truth lay behind those words?
"You still have the face to mention Uncle Pangu? For the highest power of sorcery, you didn't hesitate to frame Uncle Pangu to remain forever on Earth. You even used Uncle Pangu's loyalty to buy off Ghost Car and others. If it weren't for a twist of fate that led me out of the Azure Dragon Ink Pool, I would never have escaped because of the Nine-Tiered Demon Tower! You are so despicable just to ensure Earth can provide Chaos Energy! You even slaughtered a hundred members of my Purple Demon Clan just to suppress the Gate of the Underworld; you must be utterly insane!" Wu Kui pointed his Silver Gun at him.
Wu Kui's words left the God of Sorcery momentarily stunned; he hadn't expected his entire plan to be seen through by Wu Kui. But even so, what could he do? Which force in the Low-Level Plane did not control its own Low-Level Dimensions in such a manner?
"You're not wrong; it was indeed I who conspired against Pangu for the highest power of sorcery, and I did massacre a hundred members of the Purple Demon Clan to construct a suppression scheme for the Azure Dragon Ink Pool using their corpses. However, I never anticipated that this final plan for Blue Star would encounter variables! The Guardian, Law Enforcer, even Pangu's awakening, Yin Si's actions—of course, your appearance too!" The God of Sorcery spoke without any concern.
"You!" Wu Kui was taken aback; he hadn't expected such candor from the God of Sorcery. At this moment, everything lay bare before them.
"Is it strange? Ha ha! The Low-Level Plane is beyond your understanding as those who emerged from Low-Level Dimensions. The War of Gods and Demons is about to arrive; no one will care about cannon fodder!" With that said, the God of Sorcery suddenly vanished from sight. Wu Kui understood what he meant; fighting someone with similar strength was pointless. What he sought was victory in the War of Gods and Demons—specifically, an army of over thirty Low-Level Dimension cannon fodder warriors. To him, Earth was inconsequential; besides, he already had his people there. He was confident he could reclaim Earth once more!
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