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Chapter 127: Where there is darkness, There must be Light! Domain!

Chapter 127: Where there is darkness, There must be Light! Domain!

They continued on their path with unwavering steps.

No matter who stood in their way, all were mercilessly annihilated beneath the advance of his undead army.

And soon, they too joined its ranks.

For nearly half an hour, they marched forward until the army finally reached a temple-like structure.

"Hmm?" Gang Reyong frowned.

"What’s wrong?" Jian Ruxue asked curiously, noticing Gang Reyong had stopped in place.

"It seems my undead cannot advance beyond this point."

"What?" Jian Ruxue was momentarily stunned. To test it, she stepped ahead of the army, but a wave of nausea struck her.

Mysterious chants echoed in her mind, forcing her to retreat step by step. Her skin began to burn visibly, and the black haze surrounding her flickered erratically.

Jian Ruxue collapsed to the ground, drenched in cold sweat.

She hurriedly turned around and staggered back, breathing heavily.

The longer she remained there, the more it felt as if her soul would be erased.

"Are you alright?" Gang Reyong asked.

"Yeah," Jian Ruxue replied, still catching her breath. "That chant... it’s from the Shaolin temple. I’ve heard it countless times before."

"Shaolin temple?" Gang Reyong echoed, his expression turning contemplative.

Where there is darkness, there must be light. And where there is light, there is darkness.

The principle of equilibrium.

Until now, nothing had ever posed a threat to his undead army. But this Buddhist mantra... it was different.

"So my undead are considered evil spirits, huh?" Gang Reyong mused with a wry smile. "The Shadow Faction using a Buddhist mantra... how ironic."

"It must’ve been stolen by that fallen disciple," Jian Ruxue remarked calmly.

"Fallen disciple?" Gang Reyong’s eyes narrowed.

"It’s a well-known tale in the murim," Jian Ruxue began. "The most talented and promising disciple in the history of the Shaolin temple betrayed them. He stole the Rebirth Pill and defected to the Shadow Faction. That betrayal became their greatest disgrace, so much so that even the slumbering Transcendent martial artists were stirred from their rest."

She paused briefly, then added, "But no one knows what became of him after that."

’So... he was the one who met with Chun Ma.’

Gang Reyong’s nose twitched. Something about it didn’t sit right with him. He didn’t believe in coincidences, especially not in a world where some could predict the future.

Just then, footsteps echoed from within the temple.

A tall, striking man emerged, clad in flowing black Taoist robes with long sleeves. He looked elegant and composed, exuding the serene grace of a scholar.

He emitted no strong presence at all, like an ordinary man.

Doom. Doom.

Gang Reyong’s heart pounded in his chest. A violent palpitation gripped him as his eyes locked onto the figure. His pupils dilated in instinctive fear.

"Hello, travelers," the man said with a gentle smile. "You must have come from far and wide, I presume."

"Protect me," Gang Reyong ordered coldly.

In an instant, all the First-stage and Second-stage Martial Artists appeared before him, forming a defensive line between him and the mysterious man.

"This isn’t much of a warm welcome, is it?" the man said with a light chuckle.

"We’ll see," Gang Reyong muttered in a cold tone.

A swirl of black haze surged in front of him, twisting and condensing into the shape of a sniper.

Bullets, formed purely from Death Energy, began to materialize inside it.

His undead army had slaughtered countless on their way here, and he had reaped enough Death Energy from it.

’I should have enough for about twenty shots.’

Gang Reyong’s gaze sharpened. He was certain of it now, the man standing before them was a Transcendent Martial Artist.

The man merely smiled, unmoving from his position. His gaze shifted, not to Gang Reyong, but to the woman standing beside him.

"The famed righteous beauty of the Mount Hua Sect... have you fallen for this embodiment of evil as well?"

"You know me?" Jian Ruxue raised an eyebrow, her tone cool.

"You’re renowned throughout the Martial World. How could this old man not know of you?" he replied with a sigh, then added with a mocking grin, "Even I once considered making you my concubine. But it seems... you’ve already given yourself to darkness."

Disgust flashed in Jian Ruxue’s eyes. She turned sharply to Gang Reyong:

"We must kill him. No matter what, Gang Reyong."

"Alright," Gang Reyong responded.

And fired.

However, before the bullet could even exit the muzzle, it met with overwhelming resistance.

It pushed forward slowly, struggling as if the very fabric of the world was resisting its existence, bending all its will to stop it.

When it finally emerged, it carried barely a flicker of momentum, drifting a few meters before dropping to the ground with a dull thud.

A faint wisp of Death Energy leaked from the bullet as silence fell over the scene.

Gang Reyong scratched his head with speechlessness.

"That little toy of yours can’t even touch me," the man remarked lightly, shaking his head with a sneer of disdain.

"When the seer spoke of the one who would lead the way, the prophesied one, I never imagined he’d be this... weak."

Gang Reyong remained silent and fired another shot, this time carefully sensing the bullet’s movement.

Just as before, it was as if the entire world conspired against it, dragging it down, resisting its momentum.

’Hmm?’ He flexed his arms, searching for some trace of the force affecting him, but felt nothing.

To test it further, he picked up an ordinary stone from the ground and casually tossed it toward the man.

The moment it left his hand, that same invisible resistance struck it. The stone barely traveled half a meter before dropping feebly to the ground at his feet.

’Let’s retreat,’ Gang Reyong thought grimly, turning away. His undead army followed without hesitation.

Once they had withdrawn about a hundred meters, the suffocating pressure, the violent palpitations in his heart seemed to have completely vanished.

Without hesitation, Gang Reyong raised his sniper once more, took aim, and fired at the man who was still standing there with amusement on his face.

This time, there was no resistance.

The bullet surged forward unhindered, swiftly closing the distance to the man.

"You’re certainly an interesting one," the man said, extending his palm calmly. "Most Martial Artists fall into despair the moment they realize they can’t even land a blow on me, they surrender before even trying."

The bullet, formed of pure Death Energy, froze in midair just inches from his hand. It trembled, then shattered, releasing wisps of Death Energy that were instantly sliced apart and scattered into nothingness.

Watching this, Gang Reyong’s expression darkened. He muttered under his breath:

"A Domain... Transcendent Martial Artists can form Domains."