Starting Cultivation During a Trip Chapter 119 - 95: Autumn’s Advent and the Origin of Fate! Pr

In addition, the ritual itself has the aning of rebounding, which is to reflect and block all the negative elents within oneself.

For cultivators, the worst things are thoughts and desires.

The sea of desire is boundless; once trapped inside, it leads to an irreversible fate of destruction.

"Is he worshiping the Gluttonous Wolf Star!?" Zhang Fan said in a tense voice.

"You have quite the insight." Xiong Qianqiu couldn’t help but glance at Zhang Fan.

A person’s temperant and destiny are influenced by celestial phenona.

Among the Beidou Seven Stars, the Gluttonous Wolf Star is the master of talents, as well as desires.

So, in Purple Star Astrology, if the Gluttonous Wolf Star falls into the Fortune Palace, the person’s desires will be extrely strong, even to the point of addiction.

Wang Xuanqing’s Daoist Skill reflects his own desires, amplifying them onto others, especially cultivators, causing their Consciousness to beco agitated, as if entering a Demon Tribulation.

This power resembles Wen He’s Divine Evil Skill, both using celestial stars to change fortune into misfortune.

Roar...

At this mont, Xiong Ba’s gaze was already dazed, emanating wild desire all over, his neck so red that it nearly bled.

"Just like that." Nearby, Wang Xuanfei sneered.

"Hundred Ghosts Devouring Evil!"

Suddenly, Xiong Ba bit his tongue, spraying a mouthful of blood, as streams of eerie black vapor surged from within him, accompanied by ghostly howls.

"This is..."

Zhang Fan’s eyes slightly narrowed, seeing shadows like worms hidden within Xiong Ba, ravenously devouring the desires transford into his blood.

"Hundred Ghosts Possession!?"

"This kid..."

Wang Xuansha’s face finally changed, even Xiong Qianqiu couldn’t help but stand.

Hundred Ghosts Possession is the deepest, secretive Daoist Skill of the Yin Mountain Sect, a transformation of Ten Thousand Yin, followed by Hundred Ghosts.

This can’t be achieved through bitter cultivation alone.

Xiong Qianqiu didn’t know that Xiong Ba took a different path, using Taiyi Life-saving Skill as a foundation, refining this skill under the blessing of the Xiong Clan Elders.

Though these hundred ghosts are the lowest level Ghost ssengers, given ti to grow, they might beco another Xiong Sanqi.

"Interesting."

Wang Xuanqing’s gaze condensed, enemy intent intensified, suddenly flipping his hand, revealing an object, a black tubular item with tallic luster, the dangerous trigger already pressed by the index finger.

"A gun? You dare use a gun?" Zhang Fan’s brows furrowed sharply.

Wang Xuanqing rely sneered, waving the item in hand, causing Xiong Ba’s face to slightly change, freezing on the spot.

Taking advantage of the gap, Wang Xuanqing stepped ten paces forward, arriving before him.

"I haven’t used it." Wang Xuanqing revealed a cunning smile, pointing a finger towards Xiong Ba.

This was a vicious move, aid directly at the Primordial Spirit.

"Seeking death."

At this mont, a surge of fierceness rose in Zhang Fan’s chest, stepping boldly forward to shield Xiong Ba behind him.

"Trying to stand out?"

Wang Xuanqing’s face turned cold, mocked, having only taken Xiong Qianqiu seriously after entering, paying so attention only when Xiong Ba used the "Hundred Ghosts Devouring Evil."

As for Zhang Fan, he hadn’t even noticed him, now forming a Hand Seal and drawing a Seal, once again using "Desire Transformation Skill," the red line at the fingertips entering Zhang Fan’s body.

Rumble...

At this mont, Zhang Fan’s body shuddered, the overwhelming True Yang surged like a dam burst, instantly crushing that red line into powder.

"True Yang Surge!?" Wang Xuansha’s face slightly changed, unexpected that the Xiong family brought a stranger who was also deeply concealed.

"Trying to stand out, be prepared to pay the price."

Wang Xuanqing’s move failed, finally arousing a killing intent, forming an unusual hand Seal, advancing towards Zhang Fan, directly pointing at his forehead.

"This is..."

Xiong Qianqiu’s face lost color, seeing Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit forcibly pulled out by Wang Xuanqing.

"God Capturing!"

"Leave the person, not the life."

A smug smile appeared on Wang Xuanqing’s face; with this move, if close enough, he could enter an invincible state, forcibly capturing others’ Primordial Spirits as he pleased.

At this mont, Zhang Fan was rely a plaything to be toyed with.

"Hmm!?"

Yet the next mont, Wang Xuanqing’s smile slightly froze, sensing sothing awry.

Usually, he could capture others’ Primordial Spirits instantly, but now, only a corner of Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit was captured, like a colossal entity hidden in the deep ocean, even just a corner felt imnsely weighty to Wang Xuanqing.

"What’s happening? Why is his Primordial Spirit so heavy?"

Wang Xuanqing’s smile gradually faded; the so-called "God Capturing" uses the body as a dium, leveraging the Primordial Spirit, manipulating force to forcibly capture the opponent’s Primordial Spirit.

Yet at this mont, capturing only a corner, he felt powerless, even his own Primordial Spirit began quivering, seemingly oppressed by an invisible and powerful force.

"This... this is..."

Suddenly, Wang Xuanqing’s eyes widened, finally seeing the true form of Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit, a shadow lurking in the night, infinite and terrifying like an abyss.

"This is a Primordial Spirit!? Is this his Primordial Spirit? How can there be such a Primordial Spirit in this world?"

A voice seed to scream wildly within Wang Xuanqing’s heart; at this mont, he felt unprecedented fear, wanting to retreat, but it was already too late.

Rumble...

The overwhelming sense of crushing suddenly arrived, like a world-ending catastrophe; his Primordial Spirit instantly manifested cracks.

"Ah..."

At this mont, Wang Xuanqing let out a wretched scream, blood streaming from his eyes, falling rigidly, his vitality as weak as a flickering candle in the wind.