The Journey of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 693 - 391 Pen Fall Shocking Wind and Rain!

The domain released by Langya, nad "Galaxy Inverted," has a very peculiar effect, making people feel as if Heaven and Earth were upside down! People living on this continent, from the mont they are born, are used to living with their heads up and feet down, training day after day without thinking much of it. Suddenly, to have their heads down and feet up, with their bodies disconnecting from the ground and falling toward the edge of the domain, creates a sensation of panic and helplessness that is truly indescribable.

Duanmu Yan was no exception. Encountering such an unexpected situation, his calm face finally showed shock, and even his sword strikes went awry. Langya, being the master of this domain, was naturally unaffected and, taking advantage of the geographical superiority, the small gold ring that had always been on his wrist flew out, aid directly at Duanmu Yan’s face. Once released from his hand, the ring transford into the size of a washbasin, consisting of two concentric rings spinning rapidly in opposite directions, with sharp, jade-white teeth embedded in the Golden Wheel, capable of shaving off flesh slice by slice if it caught on an enemy’s body!

This ring was Langya’s life-bound treasure, originally very fierce but not freakish until he had sent it to Qianjin Hall to be transford into a trick tool. When thrown casually by him, it seed to tear through ti and space, rushing out like a ferocious beast from ancient Primordial tis, having the body of a bull, a broad mouth, and a tail like a fan, its body covered in scales. Even before the ring reached, its tyrannical and ruthless aura hit like a blade’s edge, crushing anyone with slightly lesser cultivation into minced at on its charge. This was truly what it ant "to kill with power."

Duanmu Yan, recognizing the threat, pulled a fierce jade statue from his bosom and threw it over. The statue grew upon contacting the wind, transforming into a seven-ter-tall, three-faced, six-eyed, six-ard serpent-bodied puppet, each hand wielding a weapon such as an axe, hamr, chisel, sword, etc. It then confronted Langya’s Golden Wheel, moving with precise strategy in its advance and retreat.

At this point, Langya’s prowess was evident. The serpent-bodied puppet was no match for the Golden Wheel; after resisting for a few monts, it was ultimately shredded into a flurry of floating fragnts.

Yet, it had bought valuable ti for Duanmu Yan, fulfilling its mission. This man’s combat instincts were indeed formidable; in just a few breaths, he had begun to adapt to the rules of "Galaxy Inverted," capable of dynamically engaging the enemy. However, at this mont, he displayed a cold smirk, pulling out a brush from his bosom.

This brush was only three inches long, small and cute, with its body appearing as though dusted in gold powder, sparkling with golden light in the sunlight. The bristles were a light grey, neither resembling goat nor wolf hair, and it looked very attractive. Once drawn, an odd chanting sound filled the air, resembling countless spirits intoning repeatedly in a low chant.

"Words must act, actions must result!"

Langya’s pupils suddenly constricted and even his fluid movents paused montarily because he had seen three ancient seal characters etched on the body of the golden pen: "Pen Fall Shocking Wind and Rain!"

As the leader of Hidden Stream’s hundred thousand demon crowd, seasoned in many battles, how could Langya not have heard of this Divine Brush?

Duanmu Yan’s face twisted into a sinister smile, his eyes glancing briefly at Qingluan and Ning Xiaoxian in the distance before refocusing on Langya in front of him. He bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed out a mouthful of essence blood with a faint golden hue. The blood, instead of dispersing, dyed the bristles of the golden pen completely, turning the entire brush a striking gold, massively appealing.

After Duanmu Yan spat out this mouthful of essence blood, he noticeably weakened, with even his temples streaking with a touch of white hair. However, he cared not for these, lifting the brush and began to write in the air. With each stroke, a golden trace lingered in the air.

How much effort does it take to write with a brush? Even a six-year-old child, under parental guidance, could write hundreds of words a day without issue. Nevertheless, Duanmu Yan, who had profound cultivation, was writing only one character, yet it seed as if he was bearing an enormous burden with each stroke, striving with all his might to complete it. When he finished writing the character, he appeared almost faint, his body swaying, but he swiftly turned and fled without any intention to continue fighting.

However, by then, the air already bore a shimring, ferocious golden character: