Chapter 252: Seven Stars Soul-Sealing Lamp
Chapter 252: Seven Stars Soul-Sealing Lamp
Hoo…
High in the sky, dangers lurked everywhere, and the higher one climbed, the greater the peril. Yet, beneath the blazing sun, Mu Feng’s Spiritual Soul continued its climb higher, searching for traces of the enemy.
On the main paths traversing the mountains, more tourists and students gathered;
Down the mountain streets, people moved to and fro as villagers and laborers hawked their goods loudly;
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Ascending higher, the sensing range of his Spiritual Soul grew wider. Unfortunately, it still found nothing—not the faintest trace of the enemy, nor the origin of that terrifying voice.
“Could it really be an illusion?”
Mu Feng pondered briefly. His mind stirred, and the Spiritual Soul in the air floated with the wind. After sweeping across most of the sky and still finding nothing, he was just about to retract it. Suddenly, his Spiritual Soul trembled. At the distant edge of a forest, it spotted a few faint, yet shocking figures.
A sinister old man stood rigidly at the front, his eyes blind. Behind him stood five Black-clad Women, as tall and straight as javelins. It was none other than Blind Master Bi Luotian and his party!
Bad news!
Mu Feng was alarmed, instantly sensing intense danger. His Spiritual Soul in the air glowed with bloody light as he tried to pull it back. However, at that very moment, a dark, sinister laughter echoed from afar.
“Heh heh heh, spiritual soul journey? Mu Feng, you’re courting death!”
The blind Master Bi Luotian cackled wildly, spinning abruptly, his sightless eyes fixing upon Mu Feng’s Spiritual Soul.
Originally, he was about to leave with his Black-clad Women, reluctant to act directly and risk alerting the Palace Lord of Xiangshan Academy. Unexpectedly, at that moment, Mu Feng had sent his Spiritual Soul traveling! Truly, heaven-sent luck!
Uuuu…
Before his laughter faded, the oil lamp Blind Master held began to wail. A wisp of black smoke erupted from its wick, morphing into a giant hand that soared savagely toward Mu Feng’s Spiritual Soul.
As the black smoke emerged, a chilling Yin Wind swept for dozens of miles, and the wails and howls of countless restless ghosts filled the void. Instantly, every tourist and student atop or below the elegant Xiangshan Mountain felt their hearts grow unsettled, as if their very souls were about to be snatched away.
Seven Stars Soul-Sealing Lamp!
The powerful Blind Master swiftly seized the moment, attempting to capture Mu Feng’s Spiritual Soul and trap it upon the lamp’s wick.
Thus stripped of its Spiritual Soul, Mu Feng would become a lifeless puppet, utterly powerless!
The giant smoke hand moved incredibly fast, reaching the skies above the academy in the blink of an eye. It was like a dark cloud encompassing all creation, blanketing the entire sky above the Scholastic Palace. Instantaneously, it felt as if blazing noon had plunged into absolute midnight, an immense darkness descending.
“Something bad! What’s that?”
“Form the formation! Quick, the Military-Civil Grand Formation!”
“Run! The spiritual soul! Run! Quick! It’s going to be caught! Oh heavens!”
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Thousands of students surged out from classrooms like a tide, witnessing exactly the moment the sky-shrouding giant hand clamped down onto Mu Feng’s Spiritual Soul. Everyone screamed in terror.
ROAR!
Just as everyone thought Mu Feng was finished, doomed by his annihilated Spiritual Soul, an ear-splitting roar suddenly exploded through the air. Instantly, every head felt heavy, as if stabbed by an invisible dagger. Following that, a fierce sound wave rushed over them. People’s clothes flapped wildly, stirred by no wind.
Lifting their heads, they saw the sky-obscuring giant hand suddenly ripple like disturbed water, dispersing back into strands of black smoke. From within the billowing murk, a streak of bloody light shot straight upward. Free at last, it plummeted back down like lightning.
Soul Roar!
At the crucial moment between life and death, Mu Feng’s physical body stood as immobile as a stone carving. But suddenly, his Spiritual Soul unleashed a Soul Great Shaman’s inheritance! Using his own Spiritual Soul as the source, it exploded with a wild soul attack!
Even the formidable Blind Master, caught unprepared, was overcome! Mu Feng’s soul blasted free!
“Eh?”
Blind Master shouted in surprise, his expression growing icier. He spat a burst of Innate Vital Energy onto the lamp’s wick. Immediately, the swirling black smoke above the academy solidified once more into a giant hand. Even mightier than before, it crashed down with a thunderous boom towards Mu Feng’s Spiritual Soul, carrying a chilling Yin Wind and biting, deadly aura.
Under the shadow of this gigantic hand, people discovered with horror that their limbs were turning icy and numb, their movements sluggish. Mu Feng’s Spiritual Soul, still trapped in the air, bore the brunt. It struggled terribly, as if it had fallen into an inescapable quagmire, sinking deeper and deeper. Although less than a kilometer from its physical body below, it could no longer descend. It could only watch helplessly as the terrifying hand drew nearer and nearer.
“Civil… Military…”
Just as the horrific hand was about to clamp down and crush Mu Feng’s Spiritual Soul, a furious shout erupted from below.
Seated cross-legged around Mu Feng’s physical body, the ready Jian Wushang led the disciples of the Literary Sword Hall in loud song. Instantly, the sword-shaped insignias on their sleeves blazed with sharp sword energy, soaring skyward. Ssssh! Ssssh! Ssssh! They pierced viciously toward the sky-covering giant hand, causing its attack to slow. Just as it was about to snatch Mu Feng’s soul, it halted abruptly.
The ancient book and long sword embroidered on the students’ sleeves weren’t just symbols of identity or strength; they held a secret mechanism, resonating remotely with the palaces’s Restrictions. As the group sang together, part of the scholastic palace’s perimeter restrictions were activated.
“Eh?”
The unfathomably powerful Blind Master Bi Luotian cried out again in surprise. He hadn’t expected a seemingly unremarkable group of scholarly students to possess such power.
Attack? Or turn away?
Blind Master’s halted attack left him visibly conflicted.
That brief obstacle from Jian Wushang and the others had cost him the best chance. To continue the attack? There was no way Jian Wushang and his meager force could withstand his full assault. Mu Feng would surely perish. But that delay? The Academy Lord of Xiangshan Academy, Ye Beigong, could arrive any moment now. If he arrived…
Continuing the fight was perilous, but seeing Mu Feng’s Spiritual Soul so close, almost within his grasp… abandoning it now felt bitterly unsatisfying.
“Civil… Military…”
“Civil…”
“Military…”
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While Blind Master hesitated, more students swiftly swayed their sleeves and took cross-legged seats. Their ranks swelled powerfully. They united in loud song. A righteous aura, unique to the gathering of scholars, soared into the heavens, driving away all darkness and evil! Under the impact of this righteous force, the sky-covering giant hand trembled visibly once more, faint signs of collapse flickering within its shadows.
Simultaneously, deep beneath the scholastic palace, muffled noises echoed like cracking stone: Crack… crack… crack… Ancient Restrictions, stimulated by the students’ chants, flared to life. Soon, the imposing academy, majestic in its usual grandeur, exploded with surging sword energy. The entire palace structure, built upon the lofty peak, became like an incredibly sharp longsword, stabbing ferociously at the heavens!