"Alright, all five paths lead directly into the cave. Let's choose one!" Xun Shuang said impatiently, looking at the black hole before them.
With that, he found a small black hole and went inside. Seeing this, the remaining four people said nothing and followed suit.
Upon entering, they were met with endless darkness, but fortunately, everyone present was extraordinary and possessed various backup plans. Therefore, there was nothing to fear.
Suddenly, a flash of light appeared, and a figure appeared in front of Wang Yue. Before the person could speak, he felt a fiery red sword aura rushing towards him.
"Why does it always have to be fighting and killing? Can't we just have some peace and quiet for a while?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the originally fierce sword energy stopped instantly and then disappeared on its own.
"Lady Xiang? As a deity, you should abide by the divine way, not participate in the changes of humanity, and silently observe everything. Why do you have to get involved yourself?" Wang Yue said coldly, looking at Lady Xiang in front of him.
At this moment, Lady Xiang was dressed in plain white clothes, radiating a gentle, luminous aura. In her hand, she held a jade bottle containing a bamboo stalk.
Wang Yue knew that this bamboo was the legacy of Lady Xiang, passed down through generations, and was the famous Xiangfei bamboo.
Legend has it that after Emperor Shun died, his consorts Ehuang and Nüying came to the Xiang River. They wept for their husband's death, and their tears fell on the bamboo, causing the bamboo stalks to become covered with spots.
Despite the unattractive appearance of the bamboo and the relatively weak strength of Lady Xiang before him—merely a mid-stage fifth-tier cultivator—Wang Yue still refused to face her.
Lady Xiang alone is naturally not strong. If the fight continues, she will not be taken seriously by Wang Yue.
However, things changed after acquiring the Xiangfei Bamboo. Whenever she wished, she could summon the divine power passed down from the Xiang ladies of past generations. This was undoubtedly one of the gods' trump cards, making it quite troublesome.
At that point, it won't be one against one, but one against many. Besides, among all these generations of Xiang Lady, there haven't been any sixth-tier celestial immortals? Anyway, Wang Yue felt that there definitely were.
Therefore, seeing Lady Xiang take out the Xiangfei Bamboo, Wang Yue knew this was going to be difficult! If he went all out, he would definitely be blocked. But if he didn't go all out, what would Xiang Yu do?
"I was once a member of the Xiu family. Does the Great Swordsman think that reason is sufficient?" Lady Xiang said expressionlessly.
At the same time, Lady Xiang also felt some regret. That attack just now seemed very easy, but she knew her own situation better than most.
Wang Yue was genuinely relaxed, after all, it was just a casual strike. But Wang Yue himself had already used sixty percent of his strength.
In other words, if the two of them were to clash head-on, I estimate I might not be able to withstand it for three hours. At that point, I'd have to resort to my hidden strength, which would be very bad.
You must understand, she was indeed a member of the Xiu family during her lifetime. After her death, however, she unintentionally attained the divine status of Lady Xiang. Therefore, helping is fine, but there's no need to risk your life for it, much less deplete the foundation of Lady Xiang's lineage! This foundation is something that diminishes with every use.
However, looking at Wang Yue's current state, it seems he's about to fight to the death. Encountering such a resolute and powerful opponent is truly unpleasant.
I wonder how much of our resources will be depleted after this battle? But this time, we've definitely suffered a huge loss!
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Chapter Sixty-Eight: I have been imprisoned for ten thousand years... You are all courting death!
Just as Wang Yue was fighting the deity Lady Xiang, Xun Shuang frowned, staring at the Taoist priest before him. This man was incredibly powerful, at least stronger than himself!
"Where did you come from, Daoist Master?" Xun Shuang asked, displeased.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Jiao replied indifferently, "From where I came from."
This was a very insincere answer, and for a very long time, no one had dared to speak to Xun Shuang in such a tone.
However, Zhang Jiao had the confidence to do so. Because, so far, he had been using the most widely known magic techniques in the world.
Moreover, sometimes the method of talismans is used, sometimes the method of primordial energy is used. And sometimes the methods of alchemists and weapon refiners are used.
After fighting for so long, and even after observing carefully for a long time, Xun Shuang still couldn't find anything this person couldn't do. Naturally, he also couldn't find out what this person's foundation was.
"Who exactly are you, fellow Daoist? I suppose with your strength you're already a Celestial Immortal. If that's the case, why are you aiding and abetting evil?" With that, Xun Shuang stopped.
He was only at the peak of the fifth-order Quasi-Saint level at this time. No matter how he fought, he was no match for the opponent. So why continue?
At the same time, he continuously used various secret techniques to spy on this person's true nature. You see, up to this point, Xun Shuang only knew that the person before him was a Taoist priest wearing a mask.
As for their specific identities, detailed strengths, preferred techniques, and natal magic weapons, nothing is known.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Jiao smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist, you only need to know that I have been entrusted with a task and am doing my duty by intercepting you for three hours. After three hours, I will leave immediately. At that time, whether Xiang Yu is dead or alive will have nothing to do with me!"
"Therefore, fellow Daoist, stop searching for my identity. Just know that I have no ill intentions towards the imperial court. Otherwise, if I were to take action, some of you would be left behind!"
Upon hearing this, Xun Shuang was very unwilling, but he also knew that it was true. It was hard to say whether a sixth-level Celestial Immortal would die even if he used all his strength, but this trip was destined to fail.
Therefore, despite his displeasure, Xun Shuang had no choice but to stop and stare at the man quietly, as if trying to memorize his features.
Meanwhile, Ma Teng was also engaged in a fierce battle with the Nine-Tailed Fox King. Liu Feng, on the other hand, was being stopped by another mysterious Taoist priest. Zhang Rang was also fighting with the High Priest; everything seemed quite harmonious. It appeared that the battle could be stalled for three hours.
...
However, while everyone was fighting in the passage, Yu Ji was in the very center of the cave, dancing on the altar.
The altar here is constructed of five-colored soil, with a pentagonal base. Each side is a different color.
These five-colored soils are derived from the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. These five elements interact with each other, exhibiting both opposition and connection. Each individual type of the five-colored soil is a fifth-grade spiritual material. When combined into one, it becomes a sixth-grade natural treasure.
At this moment, such precious materials were directly used to build an altar!
This altar is 12 feet 6 inches high and 36 feet 5 inches long. On the altar, there is a small table, which is the offering table.
Above, there was an incense burner, inside which several sticks of sandalwood, each about the thickness of a thumb, were burning. In addition, several candles, each about the thickness of a forearm, were burning quietly to the side.
Besides these commonly used sacrificial items, there was also a box, which sat quietly on the offering table, motionless.
“Back then, Nuwa used five-colored stones to mend the sky. Today, I will use five-colored soil to build an altar to completely resurrect you, my husband.” Looking at the altar that had been set up, Yu Ji said calmly.
The previous times Xiang Yu woke up, he was completely disoriented, driven only by simple instincts. Aside from recognizing her, he had forgotten everything else.
Otherwise, how could Xun Chang, a mere Jiang Jiangshen, Guanshan Sanren, and member of the Xun family, possibly have escaped from Xiang Yu's thunderous blade?