The crown of the Earth Mother Locust Tree at the Kun Position droops like a canopy, its roots coiled like dragons, emitting a deep drum sound, heavy and steady.
The Thunder Shocking Bamboo at the Zhen Position bursts with sound, section by section, from bottom to top, lightning jumps between the bamboo sections like innurable silver snakes, illuminating the entire Yi Lin.
The Wind Dancing Willow at the Xun Position, Mystic Water Maple at the Kan Position, Li Fire Tong at the Li Position, Gen Mountain Pine at the Gen Position, Dui Ze Yu at the Dui Position...
The Gua Wind flows among the branches and leaves, Yao Position changes among the roots, Heavenly chanism perates the air. The entire Yi Lin is breathing, trembling, divining!
Xiao Juxia’s face changes drastically.
He can scarcely hold the Rope Dragon Burning Luck Lamp, the fire inside sways as if in a storm. The entire lamp body becos extrely hot, making his palm sizzle, and in the blink of an eye, it’s scorched his skin.
He hurriedly bites the tip of his tongue, sprays a mouthful of essence blood onto the lamp, and spares no mana, desperately infusing it, barely maintaining it.
Yet the power from Yi Lin is too strong, continuously like the tide, immovable like the mountains, crushing down.
This makes Xiao Juxia’s face grow paler and his breath weaker.
Ban Family Territory.
The Ancestral Hall hidden chamber.
The Clan Fate chanism Chain suddenly shakes.
Sliders move up and down, fast almost beyond visibility. Chains pull left and right, stretched tightly, emitting piercing friction sounds. The wheels spin back and forth, spinning so urgently they’re creating afterimages.
The whole chanism is trembling, roaring, howling.
Several Supre Family Elders of the Ban Family suddenly change their expressions, instinctively working with full force to maintain the Clan Fate chanism Chain.
Suddenly soone gasps: "Look, Ning Zhuo’s Demon Star Fortune has erupted!"
The Demon Star Fortune has long been shining brightly, now it glows with a dark red radiance, the light rges into the withered yellow demon fog, responding and blending together, sotis forming a sea of blood, sotis casting demon shadows, sotis revealing ferocious evil power.
Xiao Juxia, the Ban Family, and Ning Zhuo join forces against Yi Lin Hermit.
Yi Lin Hermit notices the turbulent resistance and chuckles softly.
He truly activates a small portion of Yi Lin.
Only see: the Light of Qian Trigram like the scorching sun, beams of golden light. The Light of Kun Trigram is thick like the earth, dark yellow. The Light of Zhen Trigram is like a mighty thunder, purple light flashing. The Light of Xun Trigram is like a long wind breaking the waves, vast green light...
The eight-colored lights intertwine, forming a diagram of Eight Diagrams.
The diagram carries unmatched divine power, propelling Shao Qian Nong’s divination forward, crushing along the way!
Xiao Juxia’s Rope Dragon Burning Luck Lamp trembles violently. The fla on the wick flickers intermittently. Cracks appear on the lamp body, rapidly spreading across the entire lamp.
The Ban Family’s Clan Fate chanism Chain is spinning wildly. Suddenly, a slider flies off the track, hits the wall, creating a deep crater. Then several chains break and scatter, fragnts flying in the air like countless small blades.
A wheel explodes into pieces, shards scatter, battering the hidden chamber’s wall with countless dings.
"How could it be like this?"
"What exactly happened?!"
Several Supre Family Elders are dumbfounded, exerting all efforts to save, to maintain the Clan Fate chanism Chain.
Ning Zhuo’s Demon Star is also in bad shape, dim, almost extinguished.
Yi Lin Hermit, a cultivator at the Transforming Spirit level, truly earnest, and using the mana of the Myriad Images Sect, imdiately shows a crushing montum.
Even with the joint forces, it’s hard to resist the sharp edge.
And once defeated, Yi Lin Hermit would undoubtedly be unobstructed, precisely calculating Ning Zhuo’s position and identity.
At that ti, Ning Zhuo’s end is imaginable—clearly an unavoidable death!
Yet Ning Zhuo is completely unaware, entirely ignorant.
He cremated the Confucian Demon Nascent Soul while secretly assisting Qing Chi’s talisman making.
It’s down to the last stroke, Ning Zhuo says: "Dui Position upright lift, smoothly finish the stroke, completed in one go."
Qing Chi’s wrist suddenly lifts, the pen tip erges upward, quick and accurate.
The light patterns on the talisman paper suddenly shine, a cold blue light emanates from the talisman, like a cold moon breaking through clouds, illuminating the entire Fighting Talisman Platform.
This commotion provokes a laugh from the opponent’s platform: "Ultimately, I am faster. Now, let the gentleman on the opposite side evaluate, my [Fire Demon Dragon Claw Talisman]."
The opponent produces a talisman, instantly releasing a dragon roar sound, then a fla quickly expands, flying higher.
The fla approaches above Qing Chi and Sun Lingtong’s heads, coalescing into a dragon claw, the size of a millstone, quite solid, with lifelike dragon scales and dragon fingers.
"Quick!" Sun Lingtong exerts full effort, casting the talisman in hand.
Unfortunately, his hastily made talisman, with limited power, crashes into the Fire Demon Dragon Claw and disperses into smoke, ineffective.
Instead, it provides an opportunity for the opponent’s assistant, initiating a series of fierce attacks, almost breaking through the talisman defenses on this side of the Fighting Talisman Platform.
"Oh no, there’s not enough ti." Ning Zhuo is also at a loss.
Though talisman making succeeded, it still requires refinent to be usable.
Qing Chi’s talisman was crafted by her own hands, thus refining speed should be quite swift. But the problem is, however fast, it still takes ti.
And now it’s just that bit of ti that’s lacking!
"Are we going to fail?"
"No, the gentleman ca to help through much hardship. If I fail, wouldn’t it disappoint the gentleman?!"
"No, absolutely not!"
Qing Chi shouts in her heart, in a rush, instinctively releasing a surge of green fla.
The fla gushes from her palm, spraying onto the [Xuanbing Break Evil Talisman], instantly refining the talisman.
The talisman is activated, transforming into a cold blue light, shooting at the Fire Demon Dragon Claw in the air.
The Fire Demon Dragon Claw stops abruptly in midair, then layers of frost appear on its surface.
The dragon claw naturally unwilling to easily lose, also spews various evil qi and flas. But this is rely a struggle.
The evil qi is reduced, the fla suppressed, after more than ten breaths, the dragon claw disappears completely, not a trace of fla remaining.
"This trial, the victor is decided..." The cultivator hosting the trial announces publicly.
"Won, won! This is the innate ability the gentleman ntioned—Green Fla?" Qing Chi’s face is full of joy.
Ning Zhuo smiles slightly, also quite delighted: "The rewards of this Xingyun Trial, I don’t care much. Qing Chi’s ability to reuse her innate talent is the most significant gain!"
Xiao Juxia lets out a wow, vomiting internal organ fragnts, blood spews from his seven orifices.
The Rope Dragon Burning Luck Lamp in his hand explodes with a bang, shards scatter everywhere, cutting Xiao Juxia’s body in multiple places.
The lamp fire extinguishes, the wick yellow rope breaks into ash. The lamp oil is consud entirely; this treasure is almost completely destroyed.
Xiao Juxia half-kneels on the ground, face pale like a corpse, his breath so weak it’s barely perceptible, unable to rise for a while.
In the Ban Family’s hidden chamber, the Clan Fate chanism Chain also completely collapses.
Countless chanism fragnts, wreaking havoc in the hidden chamber.
Several Supre Family Elders of the Ban Family are in utmost disarray, so fainting on the spot, others witnessing the final manifestation of Ning Zhuo’s Qi Fortune.
Just as Ning Zhuo’s Cloud Cover is about to fully close, with no gap remaining, suddenly a blue fla bursts forth, refining the shining Demon Star on the spot.
Ning Zhuo’s Qi Fortune arm suddenly rises, fingers spread, grasping forcibly onto the upper sheet.
In an instant, the sheet shatters between fingers, Mo Yu steams weakly in the palm.
The Cloud White Coffin’s cover ultimately unfinished, leaving a hint of gap.
Then the gap rapidly enlarges, and the entire Cloud White Coffin collapses with a roar!
Bluestone Cave Mansion.
Ning Zhuo withdraws most of his Heart Spirit from Qing Chi’s side, just in ti to witness the final mont of Qin De’s Nascent Soul completely dissolving.
At this mont, the Demon and Confucian Dual-phase Nascent Soul has completely vanished, leaving only a sphere of Spiritual Nature!
Yi Lin central clearing.
Yi Lin Hermit has no choice but to halt the divination, opening his eyes, sighing softly.
Just a fraction off, ultimately failure follows.
Had Ning Zhuo hesitated slightly upon hearing the "Saint Thief Scripture" earlier, delayed slightly, the divination would have succeeded.
A slight error makes a huge difference.
Minuscule discrepancies an the difference between life and death!
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