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Now reading: Chapter 599 - 339 Lower Realm from The Blade-Wielding Legend, a Eastern novel by Zhang Laoxi.

" Flying Wooden Magpie?"

Lv San furrowed his brow, his face full of confusion.

Having grown up with the village guardian and later mingled in the pugilistic world, he was literate but had hardly read any books.

Naturally, he was not familiar with this allusion.

Li Yan, stroking the sturdy vines, said, "This ’Mozi’ has records of Lu Ban trimming bamboo and wood into magpies that could fly in the sky for three days without landing. It is rumored Mozi also debated with him to stop Chu from attacking Song."

"This thing is a bit different from what I had in mind."

He had thought it would be sothing like an airplane, but it turned out to be a hot air balloon. Once lit, it truly resembled a torch.

Lv San had no interest in these allusions. He looked at the sky and frowned, "The rain is about to stop. Can this thing get us out of here?"

"Let’s try it."

Saying this, Li Yan pulled open the vine and wooden fra door, leading Lv San inside.

The black bamboo vine, probably so kind of spiritual material, was processed in an unknown way to be extrely tough and light.

The vine was woven into a pavilion-like structure, about the size of a gazebo.

Inside, it was also covered in mud and sand, with two corpses lying crossed, each having stabbed the other with a long sword, eting a mutual demise.

Li Yan didn’t bother to look around, instead looking straight up.

Whatever the principle behind this object was, they definitely needed to light a fire above.

Indeed, there was a round opening at the top, with several bronze chains hanging a copper basin that too was filled with mud and sand.

Without elaborating further, Li Yan leapt up, grabbing the fra with one hand while carefully removing the mud and sand from the copper basin with the other.

As the mud and sand were cleared, a strange fragrance wafted up.

Beneath the mud and sand was a layer of white solid paste, still snow-white after all these years, looking sowhat like paraffin.

And in the center was a peculiar copper column, densely covered in holes, stuffed with cotton thread—presumably the wick.

"Got a flint?" Li Yan called down.

Buried in the lake for so long, he wasn’t sure it would work, but they had to try.

"Yes."

Lv San hurriedly retrieved a flint from his waist and handed it over.

Li Yan blew the flint to light it, carefully applying it to the copper core.

However, the cotton thread had been soaked too long, and no matter how hard he blew, he couldn’t get it to ignite.

Just then, the heavy rain outside started to lessen.

It looked like it would stop soon.

Boom!

The ground began to tremble.

Lv San felt dizzy and heard all sorts of eerie sounds, clear even without using Divine Skills.

"Quick, Ghost City is sinking!"

anwhile, on the stage at the shore of the Shen Family dam.

Although the opera troupe’s perforrs were still energetically performing, they all had pale faces, blue foreheads, and their eyebrows and beards had frosted white.

The Yin Qi here was extrely dense, akin to evil spirits.

They were just ordinary people, struggling to hold on, solely sustained by sheer will, their bodies trembling.

Hoo~

Just then, a fierce wind howled around.

The troupe’s gongs and drums started to play by themselves, frightening the musicians stiff, not daring to move.

Fortunately, the dense fog below quickly receded, and the myriad shadows also largely dispersed.

In a few breaths, the fog had completely vanished, and the air suddenly beca fresh, even the chirping of insects faintly audible.

The heavy rain, unbeknownst when, had already stopped.

The perforrs of the troupe all heaved a sigh of relief but still dared not break the rules. They properly thanked the audience, sounded the gong, and only after coming off the stage did they collapse, holding each other and sobbing.

Tonight’s experience would be unforgettable for them.

anwhile, below the stage, Wang Daoxuan’s face changed drastically; he too didn’t bother to collect his disdainful treasure money, hurriedly leapt out of the Protective Array, and ran to the lakeside to look.

He saw the dense fog and ghost fires continuously shrinking toward the center.

"This is bad!"

Wang Daoxuan was frantic but didn’t know what to do.

Elsewhere, inside Ghost City, the situation intensified.

The ground rumbled and began slowly sinking, lake water spreading from all directions, quickly subrging the ground.

Simultaneously, figures appeared on the street—n and won, old and young, all covered in mud, pale-faced.

For Li Yan and Lv San, live humans, they were like furnaces to these wronged yin souls and fierce ghosts.

The warmth of their Yang energy attracted them to keep inching closer.

"It’s too late, let’s go!"

Even though Lv San remained calm, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Just then, a spiritual light flashed through Li Yan’s mind. He quickly pulled out a cartridge, pressed out the iron balls and oiled paper, and poured all the gunpowder onto the copper core.

Bang!

The mont the flint ignited, it burst into bright flas and thick smoke.

Li Yan nearly got sprayed in the face, hastily dodged, and then turned back to see the copper core blazing fiercely.

Moreover, the flas twisting through the honeycomb-like fine holes, the surrounding white wax-like substance, did not lt.

Hoo~

The heat billowed out, the upper skin first erecting and then starting to expand, growing larger and larger, resembling a massive lantern.

"Quick, clear away the obstructions."

Li Yan jumped down, fiercely kicked the intertwined corpses on the ground, and Lv San didn’t mind the dirt either, pushing the mud and sand outward.

anwhile, countless yin souls were already howling close.

"Nuogao, carry three stars on the left, three prisons on the right, heaven and earth overturn, block all nine paths... swift as a decree!"

Li Yan, holding the Divine Tiger Token, cast Beidi’s Protection Spell.

"Roar!"

A fierce tiger’s roar echoed, a fierce wind picking up around them, those rushing yin souls and fierce ghosts either having their spirits shattered or dazed, bumping around erratically.

As Li Yan’s Dao advanced, the power of the Protective God Spell also greatly increased.

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