Twilight Boundary-Chapter 400 - 396: Divine Light Exorcism Curse
Every path, upon Entering the Mansion, symbolized reaching a level of mastery, stepping into a new realm. When Hu Ma Entered the Mansion for Shousui, he reached a new level, much stronger than before he Entered the Mansion. Unfortunately, he was still inexperienced with the advanced skills and abilities of those already in the Mansion, not even having fully adapted to the unique changes post-entry.
Generally speaking, at this stage, Shousui men would avoid confrontation unless they had a great advantage; otherwise, they would run away.
However, Hu Ma had an edge over others: the skills from the Age Suppressing Book. Previously, his Shousui abilities and the skills from the Age Suppressing Book were used separately, unable to complement each other.
But upon Entering the Mansion, he could use his Shousui body to practice with suppression objects and then use the Ghost Walking Altar to bolster his Shousui body. So, even without having learned the trump cards of the Shousui Path for those who have Entered the Mansion, he had the confidence to battle the evil entities outside.
"PHEW!"
Facing the enormous, distorted shadow outside, he stood within the Magic Altar and took a deep breath, like a whale gulping water. He swallowed the rolling yin qi into his belly, then forcefully exhaled.
This breath blew onto the red lantern, making the weak red light it emitted suddenly blaze brightly. Aided by the power of the Magic Altar, it transformed into a rolling cloud of fire, grand and magnificent, burning towards that mysterious, deep dark shadow outside the valley.
"SSS! CRACKLE!"
The gigantic shadow covered the entire forest, filled with the rustling sound of snakes and insects everywhere, seemingly capable of devouring everything.
But now, as the red light burned over it, a large part of the dark shadow was immediately burned, collapsing, shrinking, and melting, flipping and dispersing chaotically.
Amidst it, some Witches suddenly awoke, their cries of terror and howls mixing within.
The shadow extending to the front of the archway not only failed to enter the valley but was even forced back by this blaze of firelight. Inside it, something terrifying twitched and thrashed frantically, wailing endlessly.
The fire atop the red lantern was actually a kind of divine light; yin spirits and evil qi would be extinguished upon contact. Ordinary Ghost Walkers, after setting up an altar, could also use talismanic fire and candles to conjure this flame.
But it usually only burned briefly before extinguishing because their Mana couldn’t sustain it, and they lacked the capability.
Yet Hu Ma now drove the Mana of the Magic Altar with his Shousui body. And how long was the breath of a Shousui man! It directly blew the red light atop that red lantern into a fire dragon, sweeping from left to right, almost tearing the gigantic shadow in two.
If one said that the massive shadow covering the entire forest was originally a Gu Bowl, now this Gu Bowl seemed to be nearly torn apart.
"My god..."
The people in the valley only saw the shadow of that colossal creature approaching. But as Hu Ma wielded the redwood sword and the red light and flames erupted at the valley’s entrance, the shadow suddenly retreated and shrank back. Ghastly wails echoed in the invisible darkness.
And Old Master Sun, guarding the valley front, let out a wail, almost kneeling. "The Red Lantern Lady’s Mana, is it really this profound?"
"Then why should I even worship the One Coin Sect..."
"..."
He was an old Shousui man who had Entered the Mansion, elderly and experienced. He was not unaware that the entity summoned by the Witches’ praises was formidable, beyond what ordinary methods could handle.
Should a Guest personally arrive, it might be possible. But summoning a Guest also involved different methods. The weakest method involved carrying a token of the Guest; just chanting a spell could summon a trace of the Guest’s Mana to enact Divine Skills.
A more potent method involved a Ghost Walker setting up an altar to borrow power. That could summon thirty percent of a Guest’s Mana, and if a Secret Technique token was available, even more.
Beyond that, Negative Spirit people using their bodies as candles to invite a Guest to possess them had no upper limit. How much Mana could be summoned depended solely on how much life one was willing to burn and how much Mana one could bear.
But Old Master Sun was sure that against what the Witches summoned with their worship, even the mighty invocation methods like those of a One Coin Sect Magic King wouldn’t suffice. Yet now, the little shopkeeper of the Red Lantern Society had only used the simplest method and heavily damaged that entity outside?
Did this mean that even a sliver of the Red Lantern Lady’s Mana surpassed what a One Coin Sect Magic King carried by risking his life?
How could this be?
At that moment, a despairing cry suddenly echoed throughout the valley.
It was from the Wugong Clan Chief, who was possessing the body of the gu insect, his face crumpled. Just now, a Guest had borrowed the body of a Magic King to descend, and the manager of the Red Lantern Society had intervened, breaking his insect chirps and severing the circulation of qi throughout the valley. Yet, he hadn’t been this startled by those events.
All his meticulous plans shattered, he was forced to rely on the desperate measure of having the Witches beseech the descending Witch God. It was a move bound to result in mutual destruction, but who would’ve thought it would still suffer such heavy blows?
In horror and despair, he continuously emitted insect calls—praying, urging—only hoping that the Witch God outside the valley could enter.
He truly had no other options. To be honest, before making a move, he had calculated it countless times in his mind, and not once did he foresee that although the Witch God had already descended, it would be blocked outside the valley...
"KRA KRA KRA KRA..."
As he prayed fervently, the Witch God outside also displayed what seemed to be angered emotions. It was naturally unwilling to endure further. Accompanied by the sound of scraping scales and a putrid stench that filled the nostrils, the massive black shadow again began to extend into the valley.
This time it seemed even more ferocious, as if a black tide surged backward. Rampaging yin winds and a twisted, eerie power made every towering tree outside the valley emit painful howls, seemingly audible to human ears. One by one, they were twisted into contorted shapes and crashed heavily to the ground.
Indeed, it’s hard to deal with...
Hu Ma retracted his breath, a slight heaviness in his heart. That thing was indeed not easy to handle. Being a fusion of untold gu insect evil, the spirits of Witch ancestors, and living human flesh, it possessed unimaginable power.
After being burned for so long, it still had the strength to counterattack, attempting to crash directly into his Magic Altar.
He gave a low shout, and the redwood sword in his hand spun in his palm before he thrust it into the ground.
The distorted and eerie shadow crashed over. Amidst a rumbling sound, countless trees were broken. Even the cliffs encircling the valley were shattered, countless cracks appearing, sending shards of rock falling and dust rising everywhere.
The Magic Altar bore the brunt, directly taking the Witch God’s impact.
Inside the valley, everyone seemed trapped in a nightmare, unsure when they might be devoured by the formless Evil Ghost. They couldn’t clearly see the events at the valley entrance; they could only see that red lantern.
Battered as if by a torrential storm, it swayed erratically, several times seeming on the verge of being blown away or extinguished. But that red lantern tenaciously remained suspended on the archway, still emitting a reassuring red light.
His conviction grew, and he almost wanted to laugh aloud. Using his Shousui self—one who had Entered the Mansion—as the suppression object to set up the Magic Altar, with himself borrowing the Magic Altar’s strength and the Magic Altar raised by him, had yielded an unexpectedly divine effect.
To break the Magic Altar, they would first have to make its suppression object unable to withstand the assault.
But peculiarly, Shousui men, especially those who had Entered the Mansion, might lack other abilities but were certainly known for their resilience.
I can’t wait any longer...
Yet amidst this heart-numbing mystical duel, it was the Wugong Clan Chief who suffered the most torment. He wanted nothing more than to flee into the mineral vein, repeatedly glancing back towards the archway, wishing that red lantern would be blown out or torn apart.
But it steadfastly hung there, emitting a terrifying red light. He also wanted to go assist the Witch God but didn’t dare approach the red light, harboring a deep-seated fear. He also wanted to help Wuya, who was locked in a stalemate with Wu Song’s three incarnations, but similarly didn’t dare; compared to the entity outside, he even feared Wu Song more.
Having yet to enter the mineral vein, the gu insect he possessed wasn’t completely refined. It possessed the Divine Skill of using insect chirps to unsettle human souls, but this was temporarily severed as the qi inside the valley was dispersed by the baleful qi’s assault, and it couldn’t reconnect.
Seeing the stalemate continue, with no one knowing what might happen, he suddenly steeled his heart and charged directly out of the Gu Bowl, heading towards the mineral vein shrouded with red cloth.
Once the gu insect left the Gu Bowl, it was completely unprotected.
But at this moment, he only wanted to enter the mineral vein. He was only worried that Wu Song, who was nearby, might intercept him. However, the outcome was unexpectedly smooth. As he watched himself charge into the mineral vein, Wu Song’s three incarnations didn’t even glance his way.
It seemed Wu Song didn’t care at all whether he entered the mineral vein; his attention was solely on Wuya.
Even the Wugong Clan Chief was somewhat bewildered. If he doesn’t care about me entering the mineral vein, then why did he go to such lengths to stop me earlier?
"Hmm?"
Nearby, Hu Ma also frowned slightly but wasn’t flustered. He just looked coldly at Monkey Wine, pondering how they could cooperate for better results.
This fellow initially just wanted to kill the Witch God, but now, his objective seems to have changed.
As his thoughts raced, the Wugong Clan Chief indeed seized an opening. Overjoyed, he moved like lightning, directly piercing through the red cloth surrounding the mineral vein and even tearing through the layers of wooden frames blocking the outside. He was on the verge of entering the mineral vein directly.
This sight startled the Meat Cutting worker and Zhou Datong, who were not far away, causing them to jump. But then they suddenly heard a THUD. The gu insect was bounced out.
It seemed a bit dizzy, a bump even appearing on its head. Everyone was stunned, not knowing what had happened.
Old Calculation, hiding behind a door panel, timidly poked his head out and said awkwardly, "I noticed that man surnamed Zhuang was up to no good earlier. He specifically sealed the mineral vein, and I wasn’t sure what trickery he was planning. So, I also secretly went outside..."
"And added another layer..."
"..."
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Below the archway, Hu Ma, who was using the Magic Altar to confront the Witch God outside, had keen ears and eyes; no movement escaped him. Hearing this exchange, the corner of his mouth involuntarily twitched. Old fox...
I took the opportunity during patrols to secretly set up Ghost Walker arrangements as a contingency, but I didn’t expect this old fellow hadn’t been idle either...
But the poor Wugong Clan Chief.
After this delay, Hu Ma was already somewhat alert. He frowned deeply as he glanced into the valley. We’re all Reincarnators, can’t you be a bit more reliable?
I’ve already done more than enough. If you still refuse to act, do you really want me to display my true abilities and suppress you as an evil spirit first?
