The Lord of Void and Real
Chapter 995

Chapter 995: Chapter 992: Bright Soul Chapter 995: Chapter 992: Bright Soul “Hey, Yang Jian, go easy, don't accidentally destroy his divine soul.” Seeing the situation, the Yellow Eyebrow Monk quickly called out.

Yang Jian turned a deaf ear to his words. Just now, after probing, he had discovered that the barrier on Shen Luo's divine soul was not weak. If he didn't use his full strength, he might not be able to break through it.

“Take this, break!”

With a light cry from his mouth, a flash of golden light appeared at his fingertips and instantly shot into the top of Shen Luo's skull.

Shen Luo's whole body jolted, and a thunderous roar simultaneously came from within his Sea of Knowledge.

A golden lightning bolt appeared out of thin air in his Sea of Knowledge, striking down toward his divine soul avatar.

A sharp, excruciating pain transmitted from Shen Luo's Sea of Knowledge as the bolt of lightning directly pierced through the radiance emitted by the divine soul's kasaya and struck the divine soul avatar.

Just as Yang Jian thought he had finally broken through the barrier, a Buddhist chant suddenly resounded in Shen Luo's Sea of Knowledge. Followed by the kasaya emitting a bright light, several blade edges condensed from divine senses shot out from it.

Before everyone could react, a sudden shriek from Yang Jian was heard. He sharply pulled back the hand that was placed on Shen Luo's head, clasped his own head, and staggered back a few steps, almost falling off the altar.

“This is… a counterattack from the divine soul,” the Yellow Eyebrow Monk said in surprise.

Zhenyuanzi, standing nearby, flashed a look and quickly stepped forward, placing a palm on top of Shen Luo's head.

Shen Luo's body shook, and he suddenly felt as if all the strength had been drained from his body, slumping down to sit.

On the other side, Yang Jian had also steadied himself, looking incredulously toward Shen Luo, his expression quite complicated.

“Even the Soul Capture Technique is useless?” the Yellow Eyebrow Monk murmured.

“Why bother with all this trouble; just kill him. After collecting the remnants of his soul, there is still a way to extract the Heavenly Book,” the Bull Demon King stepped forward and said.

“Haha…” Seeing this, Shen Luo couldn't help but laugh aloud toward the sky.

“What are you laughing at?” the Bull Demon King bellowed angrily.

“I laugh at your inability to discern right from wrong, to distinguish black from white, and I laugh at myself for traveling through such great lengths, crossing the Netherworld Hell to come here and face death,” Shen Luo said with a desolate look, his voice filled with desolation.

“The Heart-testing Mirror has already proven your nonsense. Do you think we'll still believe what you say now?” someone rebuked.

“Believe it or not, if you're going to kill me, just do it. In Dreamland I won't truly die anyway. After revival, at worst I'll just take the Heavenly Book and defect to the Demon Clan. Associating with a bunch of muddle-headed fools like you, I would be dragged down to death sooner or later anyway,” Shen Luo said, shaking his head with a smile.

“You…” Upon hearing these words, the others became even more uncontrollably angry.

“Kill him, kill him…” someone shouted.

“This guy is beyond redemption, kill him.” More people echoed.

The surrounding crowd was enraged; everyone silently condemned Shen Luo to death, considering him a traitor who deserved to die.

“Calm down.” At this moment, Town Primordial Great Immortal suddenly spoke.

Among these remaining forces, Zhenyuanzi had always been recognized as their leader. However, since the battle at Wuzhuang View, he seemed to have become quite dejected and rarely interfered in matters lately.

After Shen Luo appeared this time, he had been mostly silent, letting Yang Jian and the others handle the situation.

But now that he spoke up, everyone couldn't help but quiet down and turn to look at him.

“This concerns the Heavenly Book; we cannot act rashly. If the Heavenly Book is damaged, all our efforts to suppress the Demon Clan would have been in vain, and those who died would have sacrificed for nothing,” Zhenyuanzi said.

“Great Immortal, then what should we do? We can't just let him continue his rampaging, can we?” someone asked.

“Great Immortal, do you have another method?” the Yellow Eyebrow Monk asked.

Zhenyuanzi pondered for a moment and said:

“Indeed, there is another method. It is somewhat similar to Yang Jian's Soul Capture Technique, only more troublesome. It requires setting up a Minghun Formation. Of course, its effect is stronger than the Soul Capture Technique, and breaking through his divine soul barrier should not be a problem.”

“If that's the case, it would indeed be more prudent,” Yang Jian contemplated for a moment and said.

The Bull Demon King, on the other hand, showed a hesitant expression, saying nothing.

“If you all think it's worth a try, let's first imprison this Fierce Ghost, and tomorrow, after I've set up the Array, we'll try to capture his soul again, how about that?” Zhenyuanzi looked at everyone and asked.

“Let's do as the Great Immortal suggests,” the Yellow Eyebrow Monk was the first to respond.

The others then nodded in agreement, one after another.

“Great Immortal, this guy is quite capable. To prevent him from escaping, why don't we trap him with my Golden Cymbals combined with your Dragon-binding Circle? That will ensure there are no slip-ups,” the Yellow Eyebrow Monk suggested.

“That sounds good,” Town Primordial Great Immortal nodded.

After bowing with a palm-pressed salute, the Yellow Eyebrow Monk waved his hand and a beam of light flew out from his sleeve. It swept Shen Luo up into mid-air and then a pair of golden-shining Golden Cymbals whirled out, one from above and one from below, clashing together with a “clang” to seal Shen Luo within.

In the last moment as the Golden Cymbals closed, Shen Luo looked at Nie Caizhu and the corner of his mouth lifted in a faint smile.

Seeing this, the latter felt even more heartbroken.

“Alright, I'll leave this place to you guys now. I need to go back and prepare the Array,” Zhenyuanzi said, and then he turned and left.

After he had gone, Yang Jian looked at everyone and asked, “Who will take up the duty of guard?”

“I will,” Zhong Kui volunteered immediately.

“You?” The Yellow Eyebrow Monk expressed his surprise.

“This place is within the Netherworld Hell. Are you worried about a rescue from the Nine Netherworlds, or do you distrust your own and Town Primordial Great Immortal's seals?” Zhong Kui looked at him and asked.

“Since you've offered yourself, I'll leave this matter to you then,” the Yellow Eyebrow Monk shrugged nonchalantly.

With that, he turned and left as well.

Afterward, the onlookers gradually dispersed, leaving only Zhong Kui, Nie Caizhu, and the Bull Demon King still standing there, not leaving for a long time.

Inside the Golden Cymbal, Shen Luo found little room to move. After a brief attempt, he discovered that inside the cymbal all spiritual power and Divine Sense fluctuations were blocked. In here, he could not draw upon even a trace of Heavenly and Earthly Spiritual Qi, nor could he release his Divine Sense to the outside.

He truly found himself in a situation where calling to Heaven gained no response, and calling to Earth got no reaction.

Still, he could faintly hear the sounds from outside; they were not entirely cut off.

As the crowd around him gradually cleared out, the surroundings became quieter by the moment.

After an indeterminate amount of time, suddenly, a voice came from outside: “Shen Luo, where have you been all these years? Why has there been no news of you for hundreds of years?”

“I didn't expect you would be the one left to guard me,” Shen Luo heard Zhong Kui's voice and replied.

“There are some things I want to ask you,” Zhong Kui said.

“What are they?” Shen Luo asked.

“Have you met Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva? There seems to be some of his breath on you,” Zhong Kui informed him through spiritual transmission.

On hearing this, Shen Luo was slightly startled, then replied, “I have not met Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. Hasn't he long since perished?”

There was a silence from outside, as if Zhong Kui was pondering something.

“You truly haven't seen him?” After a long time, his voice rose again.

“No,” Shen Luo maintained.

Who the traitor was had yet to surface, so naturally he couldn't trust anyone yet.