My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 843 - 516: How Could It Be You?! (Quadruple Bonus - , Part 2)

"Please allow me to further discern."

Ye Liangcai dared not continue speaking. The Taoist's surname was Zhao, first name Shourui, with the Daoist name Xu Zhou. He was a High Priest invited by Su Hongtao from True Martial Mountain, with great credentials. The robe he wore was deep purple, known as the "Heavenly Immortal Cave Robe." Typically, only High Priests conducting large-scale Taoist rituals wear this. He was still wearing the purple robe upon entering the city, and Su Hongtao led people to welcome him thirty miles outside the city, demonstrating that, even in the eyes of high officials, this Taoist was a distinguished guest.

As for Ye Liangcai himself, True Martial Mountain was a rare sect that practiced Taoist and Martial Dual Cultivation. Zhao Shourui's Fourth Rank martial arts could easily overshadow him.

"This place seems to be the main array. These corpse soldiers and corpse generals must be controlled by some supernatural entity within the array's core,"

Zhao Shourui disregarded the dirt that stained his robe as he pressed close to the wall, fingers gliding over the vessels on the ground, delving into this ancient and vast history,

"I just need, just need to find... find...

Found it!"

With his words, the bronze lamp suddenly lit up sequentially, casting an eerie green flame that reflecting the crowd's pale faces onto the mural. Those corpse soldiers and generals depicted with vermillion mixed with human blood suddenly turned their heads, their faded pupils staring directly at the intruders. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

The officials were drenched in cold sweat, gripping their swords before them, retreating simultaneously.

Sounded like something heavy was rising. Upon looking back, the tightly sealed stone door began to glow with cyan and red patterns, slowly lifting upwards. The long-settled eerie wind wrapped with sand blew past the ears, obscuring the view with its oppressive gloom. As the dust dispersed, Zhao Shourui looked forward and saw a colossal warrior statue seated like a towering iron tower further inside.

It was two feet taller than the corpse soldiers and generals, with centipede-like bronze chains emerging from its armor. If listened closely, one could hear the rhythmic breathing from beneath its face armor. The officials' torches fell to the ground in fright, the beam sweeping across the statue's right hand where the finger visibly twitched within a blood jade ring.

"It's him."

Zhao Shourui's face brightened with realization, discerning the statue within, his eyes flashing with a light of anomaly.

Was it Ye Liangcai's illusion,

but the Xu Zhou Taoist's breath quickened uncontrollably.

"Taoist, who is that?" Ye Liangcai instinctively asked.

The swirling eerie wind tangled the garments, making the Purple Robed Taoist appear as if enveloped by ghostly mist, yet his eyes shone brightly, almost chillingly.

"It is said: after the Great Han, there were Five Great Ghosts, transforming into 39,000 people, commanding over 800 million. This ghost, from the time of Fu Xi, emperors and ministers, this Great Ghost Lord commanded 120,000 people. Minor ghosts across the world depend for sustenance, creating armies with their Ghost Kings, wreaking havoc upon countless folks who suffer."

These entities were once great generals or officials, worshiped long after death, with established shrines. Legend has it a hundred ghosts possessed them, forming a mass, lying in wait to assume human form, massacring innocents, bringing misfortune through water, fire, tongue, and official affairs. The calamity swiftly slaughtering, many died, never just once."

Xu Zhou Taoist's voice rose, his gaze sharp as ever, fixing upon the sinister cracks across the bronze armor,

"Ghost's name Wang Jian!"

"Such Ghost Lords were what Emperor Zhenwu swept away in the past!"

All were startled, an inexplicable buzzing resonating in their minds, hearts shaken by indescribable tremors, a sweeping sense of age-old vastness overrun them.

"Taoist... what should we do?"

Zhao Shourui's expression shifted slightly, revealing a serene demeanor, he replied with a faint smile:

"Let's set the altar and begin the ritual. If we can control him, we can control the tide of corpses.

Moreover, the White Lotus Evil People have already helped us build the altar."

Zhao Shourui was correct, the patterns on the altar were already formed. Earlier while pushing under Wuchang City, the White Lotus Evil People who first discovered this place had attempted to awaken the corpse soldiers and generals. Bloody stains remained on the patterns, uncertain whose blood it was.

Ye Liangcai was still stunned, looking at the giant restrained by bronze chains on the altar, the tremendous body overlaid with layers of iron armor, resembling a pitch-black Floating Tower, its face seemingly carved by blades and swords, emanating killing aura even when motionless, the armor's heavy cracks mirrored like a shattered surface, reflecting warfare and slaughter from a millennium past...

It seemed like an illusion earlier,

yet he distinctly saw,

upon hearing "True Martial" those blood-stained fingers twitched.

.........

Ruo Shu drove with great exhilaration.

The chariot beneath her surged unstoppably, hooves striking the earth into tremors, the thousand men and horses before her surged like a tsunami, she appeared like Bai Qi, commanding general, with a flick of a finger, obliterating strong atrocities.

"Kill!"

Miss Donggong brandished a long blade childishly ahead,

"Whoever lags behind will be sent to build the Great Wall!"

The corpse soldiers and generals under were nearly lifelessly sprinting, the earth seemingly fractured under successive footfalls, drums pounding relentlessly, echoing across the realm, inspired by words like "Great Wall," "Epang Palace," "First Emperor's Mausoleum," this long-dead tiger and wolf army reclaimed their stance to devour six states.

Majestic old Qin, together building the Great Wall.

On the massive chariot, the rest were left speechless. With a sudden inspiration from Dong Gong Ruoshu, the formerly encircling and chasing corpse soldiers and generals fled frantically, now with the threat from the maiden, they were instead driven by her.

Wei Wuque glanced at the Taoist spy as if seeking answers. The latter slowly gathered his wide-open mouth and only after a while offered: "Such corpse and ghostly entities have methods of suppression manipulation, otherwise there wouldn't be evil cults of refining and driving corpses in the world, Miss Donggong, she... she is presently driving corpses."

It is indeed a somewhat plausible explanation. However, Dong Gong Ruoshu's luck was extraordinarily good. By a stroke of fortune, she managed to drive thousands upon thousands of corpse soldiers and generals. Wei Wuque couldn't help but grumble inwardly, he immediately thought, this maiden's luck seemed never bad.