Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 531 - 355: The Might of Pure Yang Flame Prison, Black Hand, Crisis Imminent.

At midnight, the moon shone like silver.

Atop Kunxu Mountain, within a pavilion, various colored garments and silk stockings lay scattered about.

Among them, a pair of purple silk stockings was particularly eye-catching.

Clearly, this was the aftermath of another intense battle that had nearly obliterated the grand Dao.

Yi Chen looked at Ruan'er, who had fallen into a deep sleep, and after carefully tucking her in, he tiptoed out of the room to a vast secret chamber.

The chamber housed all sorts of ominous artifacts that the Hidden Dragon Alliance had collected from the northern territories. Golden ritual paths surrounded and divided the vast chamber into separate areas, suppressing the violent outbursts of these malevolent objects.

Following the faint light from the golden token he carried, Yi Chen walked into a space enclosed by a pale golden light shield, where a bronze coffin with golden corners stood. A letter lay on the coffin lid, detailing information about the zombie inside.

"A royal zombie? Comparable to a seventh-level cultivator of the True Person Realm? No wonder it merits a private room," he chuckled lightly to himself, his Extreme Origin briefly shining on his hand before the letter turned into a ball of fire and dissipated into ashes.

This bronze-cornered golden coffin reminded him of an old acquaintance, the Hundred Cranes Taoist he had met before leaving Fengyun County for Dragon Tiger Mountain, who had later fallen at that medicinal coffin passage, leaving behind crucial information on a piece of silk, swallowed before death, an action that caused much regret.

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However, the entity inside this particular bronze-cornered golden coffin was far from being comparable to the inferior Western corpse from those days; it had been captured by the Hidden Dragon Alliance's true cultivators from some ancient tomb...

"Why not try to see if the zombie can be absorbed into the Pure Yang Flame Prison?" Yi Chen suddenly had the idea, and with a mere thought, the bronze coffin lid slid away, releasing a dense surge of deathly aura, which was promptly engulfed by the surging Extreme Origin.

"As expected, it's no use. Zombies have no soul and cannot enter the Pure Yang Flame Prison that I manifested through my spiritual power," he mused.

"Unless one day my Pure Yang Lianji True Method progresses further and I find the marvelous technique that allows the Flame Prison to escape the intangible and become reality, otherwise zombies, such dull things, still cannot serve as suitable fuel for my Pure Yang Flame Prison."

Yi Chen had anticipated this outcome, and was merely confirming his own judgment, so he did not feel overly disappointed.

With an indifferent expression, he pointed a finger, causing a dazzling light to burst forth, filling the entire secret chamber with the brilliance of Extreme Origin in an instant.

"The eternally burning power of Pure Yang, aid thee in escaping the worldly mire! Be gone!"

Pop~

With a faint sound, the brilliance from his fingertip scattered like fireworks, precisely adhering to the coffin housing the zombie.

In that moment, hundreds of streams of information appeared before Yi Chen's eyes.

The one that contributed the most, a staggering 6,800 Deep Red Points, made him take a second glance. However, the majority were just ordinary creatures worth mere dozens or hundreds of points. Nevertheless, when accumulated together, the total was still considerable.

"Next up are the ones with souls, the ghosts and sinister spirits," Yi Chen thought, a hint of anticipation crossing his mind as he stepped onto an ancient mirror enveloped by a golden light screen.

The vengeful ghost that had attached itself to the ancient mirror had no chance to reveal itself before a bizarre red light from within Yi Chen's Cultivation Body suddenly rose, drifting from his lower abdomen directly to his brow.

Centered around him, a red light flared intensely, and a powerful suction force immediately pulled the vengeful ghost into the red point, causing the eerie ancient mirror to instantly lose its glow.

Inside the Pure Yang Flame Prison.

Yi Chen introspected his own body, his spirit entering that space.

There he saw a red-haired female ghost howling and struggling within a world of natural disasters. From the 'scorching sun' floating in the sky, eight crimson runes in the form of chains fell, their radiance swirling.

Four of these chains pierced through her body and legs, embedding into the earth; the remaining four went through her shoulders and arms, connecting to the 'blazing sun' in the sky, undulating in waves that spread along the chains towards either the blazing sun or the earth like mice scurrying along.

As the instigator, Yi Chen couldn't help but be slightly taken aback by this scene.

"Damn, has this female ghost violated the heavenly laws?"

Under the frenetic extraction of rune chains, the female ghost turned into a wisp of green smoke and vanished in less than ten breaths. Yi Chen, looking at the floating sun above, tuned his mind to it and instantly felt his thoughts become more nimble. He immediately closed his eyes and began to deduce.

After the time it took to drink half a cup of tea, Yi Chen opened his eyes in the secret chamber, a look of joy in his pupils.

Indeed, as he suspected, the Pure Yang Flame Prison was like using others as 'laying hens,' employing their CPU for his own computational power.

"Good! Good! Good!"

"The Pure Yang Flame Prison truly works. I can feel that the deduction process is clearly faster than usual, and that's only because this female ghost was too weak," he remarked.

"If it were someone talented like Xue Lingzi, with his Dao Mastery Realm soul, he would surely last a long time within the Pure Yang Flame Prison."

Reflecting further, Yi Chen pursed his lips, the only downside being that the life-force of the souls that died within the Pure Yang Flame Prison could not be absorbed by the soul-absorbing anomaly he obtained at the Spirit-Breaking Realm.

Otherwise, he could exploit the computational power first, absorb the souls afterward with his anomaly, and then receive another layer of Deep Red Points.

A triple benefit from one source.

"Oh well, two benefits will do for now. Three benefits would be too mercenary— I couldn't bring myself to do it," he said to himself, looking around with a grin spreading across his face as he casually walked forward.

With his strides, red lights flickered, and one after another, 'wine jars' sealed with talismans exploded. The ghosts that emerged were instantly absorbed by the red light emanating from Yi Chen into the Pure Yang Flame Prison.