Killing Dao Fruit
Chapter 277 - 274: Shut the Door, Release the Moths!

Chapter 277: Chapter 274: Shut the Door, Release the Moths!

Fear, palpitations, and cold sweat pouring down...

Only by facing a fifth realm Martial Saint in person could one truly understand what powerlessness meant.

In the presence of such an almost invincible being of the mortal world, the levels of Daoist skill had completely lost their significance.

Whether one was at the Dharma Body realm or Divine Transformation realm, there was no difference whatsoever.

In just a moment, King Jialouluo had flown over the Nine Manifestations Cloud Dragon Formation like lightning.

A mere casual flap of his wings and an endless fierce gale split the air heading straight for them.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!...

The military formation maintained by a fourth realm Military Leader and a Yellow Seal realm formation master was torn apart as easily as paper.

Wang Yuan, quick-witted and nimble-fingered, had already stuffed everyone back into the Ghost Gate in advance.

Qing Yezi and Yu Jiezi, who had been on the verge of collapsing under continuous siege by Zhou Jinhuan and his two companions, immediately shot up into the sky on the Canghai One Leaf Boat, arriving beside Jiang Baimei.

As two of the three main handlers in the Three Yang Sect, they were directly involved in the plot to turn Jiang Baimei. Naturally, they were not strangers to this Martial Saint.

At this moment, they glared furiously at Wang Yuan, the "fellow Daoist" who had betrayed their trust, and pleaded with Jiang Baimei,

"Soldier Saint Jiang, this Taoist from the Five Organs Temple has nearly ruined our plans. Please capture this man so we can interrogate him thoroughly!"

Without needing further persuasion, Jiang Baimei’s gaze locked onto Wang Yuan with sharp, knife-like intensity.

This Martial Saint had killed countless people throughout his life, and with a mere thought, the heavy aura of death around him nearly solidified, manifesting as a terrifying mountain of corpses and sea of blood.

Moreover, he had truly reached the pinnacle of Military Skill, where he could "swallow mountains and rivers, spit out constellations, breathe in the universe, and laugh at the incoming streams."

His Qi-Blood was as bright and burning as the sun, fierce flames ablaze, turning any approaching fierce spirit or evil ghost to dust in an instant.

Just as Wang Yuan’s Thunder Skill was a natural counter to Curse Techniques, the Martial Saint himself was the nemesis of all Ghost Dao Techniques.

With a cold shout,

"You have no escape left. Will you not surrender without resistance?"

"Surrender without resistance!"

"..."

The thousands of Feather Forest Guards behind him echoed his cry with a roar as powerful as the "Thousand People Pointing" from earlier.

Wang Yuan glanced back at the Little Concubine, who had safely passed Dongping Lake and re-entered the Turbid River.

With his back to the full moon in the sky, he calmly faced Jiang Baimei and the others with a mysterious smile,

"Oh? I have no escape? Look, what is this!"

He said, extending his hand to point at the moon above.

Jiang Baimei, Qing Yezi, Yu Jiezi, and the thousands of Feather Forest Guards instinctively followed his pointing finger to gaze at the full moon in the sky.

"Full moon? Not good!"

Qing Yezi and Yu Jiezi immediately sensed something was amiss.

The second day of the second month was not the fifteenth—there should not be a full moon.

But before they could warn anyone, the full moon in the sky blinked gently like a human eye.

As the bright white moonlight flickered, the entire Dengzhou Prefecture, seemingly in a deep slumber, underwent an earth-shattering change.

Right in the middle of Dongping Lake where they were confronting each other.

Gurgle gurgle...

Accompanied by the continuous lapping of water, a bustling county town miraculously rose from the lakebed, bit by bit, in front of everyone’s eyes.

In the county town, with its pavilions and towers lit brightly, the sounds of hawking, night watchmen, children’s crying, dogs barking... all filled the air.

Several Feather Forest Guards floating near the town even heard children singing a rhyme: "Qinghe County, Qinghe County, appears once every sixty years."

They immediately lost their vigilance and wandered into the town following the rhyme,

As the town sunk back into the water, those Feather Forest Guards disappeared along with it.

When the town rose again a moment later, there was no sign of outsiders within the city walls.

As a confluence of the Grand Canal and Turbid River, Dongping Lake was renowned throughout Red County Shenzhou.

Qing Yezi and Yu Jiezi, well-traveled and knowledgeable, had naturally heard many legends related to it.

One such tale told that this place had not been a vast lake but a county town known as Qinghe County.

One day, a flood inundated the whole town, transforming it into the vast Dongping Lake.

On the night before the flood, the town’s stone lions started to chant a rhyme: "Qinghe County, Qinghe County, appears once every sixty years."

Only a few who sensed something amiss and relocated in time narrowly escaped the disaster.

But the magicians knew all too well that it was just a story, at best the murmurs of a commoner’s dream. There was no Qinghe County submerged under the water.

Remembering the Inverted Taoist who had perished in Dengzhou Prefecture the year before, Qing Yezi quickly realized what was happening, her face turning extremely unsightly as she murmured to herself,

"How is it possible? The public dream of Dengzhou Prefecture... has merged with reality?!"

Clearly, her guess was spot on.

The Old Almanac for the day said: Transforming Dragon.

Sages and Martial Saints a realm beyond the Old Almanac cannot be moved or killed.

But if mountains cannot come to me, then I shall go to the mountains.

Mobilizing the already doubly influenced Dream Moth and introducing another force had posed no problem at all.

The sun had just set, and many citizens of Dengzhou Prefecture were only beginning to fall asleep when the "Dream Moth" used the public dream as a springboard to project its power into the real world.

Taboos:

[First, tribulation energy, fear, and knowledge will continually enhance the power of the Dream Moth.

The more people killed, the stronger the tribulation energy in Dengzhou Prefecture, the stronger the power of the Dream Moth becomes.]

[Second, anyone killed in the dream realm will also die in reality, and only it cannot be killed in the dream, to kill it, it must be dragged into reality.]

[Third, the main target of the Dream Moth is to capture "knowledge" and all of the "Evil God Orders," as the obscure knowledge will cause it to fall asleep.

When the tribulation energy is at its thickest, that is when the "Deceit Object" will emerge using the imagination of a million people.

At that time, there would likely be a brief overlap of the dream realm and reality!]

And today was the day when the dream realm and reality overlapped!

No sooner had Qing Yezi finished speaking than a huge, red lacquered coffin with mottled paint slowly floated down the Turbid River, from which the horrific cries of hundreds of people emanated continuously.

The Feather Forest Guards did not shy away but were drawn to it as if hearing the call of a loved one, approaching in a daze, immediately to be dragged into the coffin.

Then a terrible chewing noise sounded from within the coffin.

The terrifying legend—The Turbid River Ghost Coffin!

As reality was gradually eroded by the dream realm, countless withered human heads sang on the riverbank trees, and red lanterns wandered in the mist...

All sorts of folk stories that had been settled into history, passed on by word of mouth among the people, suddenly burst into reality.

And because they were not genuinely Yin Objects by nature, but nightmares once had by countless citizens of Dengzhou Prefecture, they were completely unaffected by the Qi-Blood restriction of the Soldier Saint.

It had just appeared and already caused massive casualties to this group of people.

"Dream realm?!"

Jiang Baimei, who used to be overwhelmingly domineering, finally changed color.

A full-strength Feather Forest Guard would count three thousand men; now, at most, there were less than a thousand present.

They were the core force that had been deeply bound to Jiang Baimei over the years of his command, so much so that they had to follow him to the death even in a mutiny.

If he did not want to be merely a titular Prince in the "New Dynasty," they were his most crucial reliance.

Let alone being devoured by nightmares one by one, even a few losses would make his heart bleed.

"We must retreat first!"

Faced with these bizarre incidents that couldn’t be resolved by force, Jiang Baimei intended to temporarily retreat with the golden glow and send the One-Eyed Stone Man to let this Green Seal Strange Immortal deal with it.

Thinking clearly, not rashly courting bravery, and leaving professional matters to professionals, this should have been the most reasonable response for a commander.

But he immediately discovered, to his horror, that no matter how he tried to fly, he couldn’t leave the boundaries of Dengzhou Prefecture.

Clearly, when the dream realm and reality intertwined, the first thing to blur was "distance."

In this ghostly place, one might be able to travel thousands of miles in an easy step, or a hair’s breadth might as well be the ends of the earth.

No matter how fast King Jialouluo flew, how could he possibly outfly a "cheat device"?

Wang Yuan watched their extremely unpleasant expressions and chuckled:

"Didn’t you see where this is? You’ve entered Old Master Wang’s domain, and it is you who have no escape!

Come on, close the door, release the moth!"

At the command, Huang Wu popped her head out from behind Wang Yuan, put her small hands to her mouth, and shouted loudly at the moon in the sky:

"The odd remains unchanged while the even changes!"

Hearing this deeply engrained secret phrase.

The Dream Moth, which had been trapped in a thick cocoon all winter, suffering the torments of a mathematical hell, subconsciously shouted with a hoarse voice:

"Squeak, squeak, squeak (symbols look to quadrants)!"

The next moment, the full moon in the sky had turned into a vast compound eye composed of tens of thousands of hexagonal grids, and the silver moonlight transformed into an ominous blood red.

Then it turned slightly, as if quietly observing the entire mortal world.

The Dream Moth finally fully awoke at this moment!

Originally, the Yellow-Clothed Boy, in order to refine his own Lifebound Magic Treasure, obviously would not want to fight with it when the treasure was mature.

He instead set the secret passphrase in advance, ultimately seizing control of it with ease.

Whoever had the greatest influence on the Dream Moth, the Deceit Object that finally emerged from the imagination of a million people would naturally lean towards them.

Regrettably, the Yellow-Clothed Boy probably never imagined until his death that the treasure he had painstakingly nourished with all his might had long since turned into somebody else’s moth.

Ever since Wang Yuan struck the Dream Moth with a palm containing five thousand years of power, it had nearly been twisted inside out to take on Old Master Wang’s form.

Now, with a unique secret phrase in this world, it immediately brought the entire public dream under his subordination.

If one were to compare Wang Yuan to Jiang Baimei, one a small shrimp and the other a tiger prowling the forests with pride.

There was absolutely no comparability in combat power.

Unfortunately, this small shrimp chose to set the battlefield in... the ocean.

"I’m going to kill you!"

Jiang Baimei, unable to use his skills, smashed down his fist in a fight like a cornered animal, and Wang Yuan was instantly torn asunder.

However.

No sooner had he killed one than two more emerged from the water, one gold and one silver, who then cheerfully said in unison:

"Impetuous Soldier Saint, which me do you wish to kill, the golden one or the silver one?"

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