Chapter 78

Jining had never deployed the sixth level of the Small Thousand Sword Formation. Back then, in the Water Mansion, he had only managed to reach the fifth level, which was his limit. However, after comprehending the *Nine Volumes of Formation Techniques*, Jining became more adept at adapting to the situation when deploying the Small Thousand Sword Formation. The fifth level had become much easier for him to deploy, and he felt that although the sixth level was challenging, he had a chance of success.

"I must succeed; if I don't, I will die!" Jining exerted all his efforts to control the 486 sword artifacts floating around him. He focused his divine consciousness on controlling the key 'sword artifacts' of the Small Thousand Sword Formation, while gradually guiding the others. For a moment, the 486 sword artifacts seemed to undulate like waves.

Although it was difficult, a faint white light appeared on each of the 486 sword artifacts.

"Success!" Even as Jining continued to fend off the poisonous insects, which often bit him, and to evade the black-haired zombie chasing him from behind, he was incredibly excited! Relying on his achievements in formation techniques, he had successfully deployed the sixth level of the Small Thousand Sword Formation.

"Kill!" Jining stared crazily at Bo Zishan, who was on the boat in the distance.

A thread of sword light, condensed to the extreme and incredibly sharp, instantly obeyed Jining's will, like a meteor streaking across the sky, and with an unstoppable momentum, it directly attacked Bo Zishan.

"Die!" Bo Zishan on the boat was also waving a blood-red banner.

With a wave of the banner, the surrounding world turned dark, and fierce ghosts, visible to the naked eye, howled and flew out. These ghosts were the remaining strong ones after a large number of ghosts had fought and devoured each other, and they had become even more powerful after being nurtured by the banner. This was still just a half-finished product; if it were fully refined, it would be truly terrifying.

Even so, with this half-finished magical treasure, Bo Zishan was enough to look down on the majority of Zifu cultivators.

"Roar~~"

"Kill!"

"Eat you!"

The countless fierce ghosts were extremely ferocious, emitting piercing cries. After being nurtured by the banner, these ghosts could now make sounds! They surged towards Jining, moving at incredible speed. Of course, compared to the sword light of Jining's Small Thousand Sword Formation, the sword light was still faster.

"Swish, swish, swish." Bo Zishan held a duster, which transformed into 3,000 white threads, frantically blocking. However, this thread of sword light was much more powerful than before, piercing through layer after layer of defense. In a panic, Bo Zishan even used the staff of the blood-red banner in his hand to block the sword light.

The sword light was too fast, and Bo Zishan barely managed to touch it.

Swish~~ The sword light struck the staff, causing the entire blood-red banner to tremble slightly. The power of the sword light immediately weakened, and when it hit the black robe formed by the magical armor on Bo Zishan's body, it only left a black spot on the robe before disappearing.

"Fortunately, I blocked it. It almost pierced through my body and took my life." Bo Zishan was also frightened. The battle between Zifu cultivators was a matter of life and death, and a single mistake could cost one's life. "Hmph, now that he is being torn apart by the ghosts, he can no longer focus on deploying the sword light. Being torn apart by so many ghosts, he is bound to die."

Bo Zishan was very confident; even if he were torn apart by the ghosts, he would surely die.

...

Jining's face changed when he saw the countless fierce ghosts howling and flying towards him. These ghosts easily pierced through the six layers of water and fire lotuses. Ghosts are spirits, and things like weapons and water and fire lotuses cannot stop them.

"Eat you."

"Eat."

Countless ghosts surged in, instantly engulfing Jining, each one crazily rushing into his body.

"Dead for sure." Bo Zishan, far away, was even more confident as he waited for Jining to fall. However, his expression soon changed because the blood-red banner in his hand began to tremble, and the aura of the banner was continuously weakening, clearly indicating a decline in power. "What's happening? How, how can this be?"

Bo Zishan was shocked and angry.

This banner was his trump card, always effective! But now, the weakening aura of the banner indicated that the power of this magical treasure was declining, and the foundation of this magical treasure was the ghosts... There was only one possibility: a large number of ghosts were dying!

"How is this possible? Ghosts are filled with fierce and malevolent energy, and no weapons can stop them. They devour and tear apart the souls of their opponents. Could countless ghosts not devour his soul?" Bo Zishan could not believe it. Even Zifu cultivators would not last long before their souls were devoured and consumed.

...

In the sea of consciousness.

Jining's soul resided there, and a large number of ghosts surged in, howling and trying to devour him.

"What should I do?" Jining was greatly alarmed as he sensed the countless ghosts surging into his sea of consciousness. The soul is the foundation; if the soul is gone, reincarnation would be impossible. Jining had never experienced soul battles.

"Nuwa Diagram." Jining immediately thought of the Nuwa Diagram.

In the sea of consciousness, Jining, dressed in a white robe, sat cross-legged, and a Nuwa appeared in the air in front of him. Nuwa stood there as if she were eternal, unaffected by the passage of time. Her eyes were filled with compassion and nurturing, like a mother's gaze, and she emitted boundless light, enveloping the surroundings.

When the fierce ghosts rushed in, as soon as they were enveloped by Nuwa's boundless light, their malevolent energy quickly dissipated, and their faces showed expressions of happiness and peace.

They all looked at Jining with gratitude, some bowing in thanks, others kneeling in gratitude.

Then they dissipated, directly going to the underworld to be reborn.

The ghosts kept coming, but their malevolent energy was neutralized by Nuwa's true form. Once the ghosts lost their malevolent energy, they could not remain in the mortal world and had to go to the underworld.

In fact, Jining's soul was already at the level of a Wuxiang True Person. Even without visualizing Nuwa, the strength of his soul would have been enough to prevent these ghosts from killing him... After all, the magical treasure was only a half-finished product, capable of dealing with Zifu cultivators but not Wuxiang True Persons.

However, if Jining had relied on the strength of his soul alone, he would have had to harden his soul to kill the ghosts one by one.

By visualizing Nuwa, Jining not only freed the ghosts to be reborn but also performed a great act of virtue.

...

To explain it slowly, but in reality, it happened in an instant.

Jining was not afraid of the countless ghosts surging into his body to tear apart his soul. Instead, he stared at Bo Zishan in the distance and roared, "Kill!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

A thread of sword light shot out, followed by another, and another... Four threads of sword light rushed towards Bo Zishan in the distance. These four threads of sword light had nearly depleted Jining's innate true essence, leaving only a trace of true essence that was not enough to deploy any more attacks. This was Jining's all-out attack.

"How is this possible? How can a young man not fear being torn apart by thousands of ghosts?" Bo Zishan, holding the blood-red banner, still found it hard to believe. When he saw the threads of sword light coming, he was even more frightened and tried to control the boat to escape.

But how could the speed of the boat match the speed of the sword light?

Bo Zishan frantically used the duster to block and waved the banner to defend. He barely managed to block the first thread of sword light, but the second thread of sword light curved and pierced through the black robe formed by the magical armor on his body, entering his body.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The other two threads of sword light instantly pierced through his head and neck, creating a hole in his forehead and completely severing his neck, causing his head to fly off.

"Impossible..." Bo Zishan's face still showed disbelief.

The black-haired zombie in the distance also stopped, its eyes filled with confusion. The poisonous insects, which had been attacking Jining and had already killed many of their companions, quickly retreated. The three water and fire lotuses had already killed many of their companions, and without their master's command, they naturally left quickly.

Jining then retracted his sword artifacts, his eyes filled with melancholy and a hint of disbelief: "I, I killed a Zifu cultivator? I succeeded?"

At that moment—

The body of Bo Zishan on the boat was falling, and as it fell, a golden light suddenly flew out from his body. With Jining's keen eyesight, he could see that it was a golden insect!

"What is that?" A golden insect flying out of the body? Jining was shocked and puzzled, and he felt that something was wrong. He had a feeling that he could not let the golden insect fly away... but his innate true essence was exhausted, and his water and fire lotuses could not reach such a distance.

"Whoosh~~"

Suddenly, the entire world turned from day to night. In the darkness, countless brilliant stars hung high, and among the countless stars, a huge moon floated, its light enveloping the world. The gentle moonlight also fell on the golden insect that was fleeing rapidly.

The golden insect looked very panicked and tried to fly away quickly.

Suddenly, the gentle moonlight condensed into a large hand, and this moonlight hand gently grabbed the golden insect, which was even more panicked and cried out, "Spare my life, spare my life."

"Snap!" The moonlight hand gently squeezed, and the golden insect was crushed to pieces.

Then the countless stars and the huge moon in the darkness disappeared, and the sky returned to the previous daylight.

"This, this is..." Jining stood there, shocked, "Stars and Wuxiang... It's a Wuxiang True Person, a Wuxiang True Person!"

"You were too careless." A man in a green robe with long, disheveled hair suddenly flew over from the distance, smiling as he approached quickly, "You worked hard