Chapter 12

"Qinglong City God is said to be one of the most powerful among the many city gods in the Great Zhou Dynasty. Now it seems that the strength of just his civil and military judges alone can match that of other city gods," the spirit possessing Ma Jingyi observed the divine power network around him, discerning the divine power levels of several spirits.

The divine power levels are arranged in nine layers of heaven, from the Qingan Taihe Heaven to the Qingxuan Taiji Heaven, with each layer of cloud increasing in power. Although city gods hold a high position and govern their own territories, a divine power level of the third heaven is sufficient to perform their duties.

"Looking across the Great Zhou Dynasty, many city gods have only just reached the third heaven of divine power, and this Qinglong City has several spirits with third heaven divine power?" The evil spirit praised with a sigh, gathering power in his hands, and a silver needle charged with his divine power shot towards the divine power network.

"Unfortunately, lower-level spirits are still lower-level spirits. The difference in realm and the quality of divine power are enough to shatter all your illusions!" The silver needle shot out, and the divine power from a higher-level spirit instantly pierced through the divine power network.

Immediately, the silver needle transformed into a rain of light, shooting towards the spirits outside.

"Quickly retreat!" The Civil Judge shouted, quickly drawing characters with his brush around him.

"Control"

"Protect"

"Guard"

"Stabilize"

"Secure"

The Spring and Autumn brush and pen, with their profound literary meaning, formed divine seals in front of his chest. Earth walls rose to counter the rain of light, golden light protected his body, white mist dissolved the silver needles, and the stabilizing spell knocked down the needle rain.

The Civil Judge looked at his companion, the Military Judge, who held his sword to the ground, with the Demon Subduing Golden Ring protecting everyone around him. Bai Fu transformed into a cloud of light and drilled into the ground. However, the guards were pierced by the rain of light, turning into pus and blood without any resistance. Their souls flew back to the City God's Mansion, where they would be reshaped in the spirit pool.

"Fortunately, our guards are puppet soldiers, and can be easily recreated," the Civil Judge thought, staring at the tattered divine power network. The evil spirit possessing Ma Jingyi calmly walked out of the divine power network.

The two spirits exchanged glances, and the Civil Judge's literary heart trembled, remaining silent. The evil spirit stared at the Civil Judge, his gaze filled with admiration and desire.

The realm of literary cultivation is not primarily about martial arts, but the elevation of one's literary aura.

With just a glance, they saw the essence of each other's literary heart.

Above the Civil Judge's head, a scroll of the Spring and Autumn Annals formed from green and yellow auras, with a red brush and pen dancing beside it. This was the "Spring and Autumn Brush and Pen" of the literary heart, capable of subduing ghosts and recording history.

The evil spirit observed the Civil Judge's literary heart, clapping lightly and sighing, "What a delicate and transparent literary heart! I believe it can add another noble figure to my landscape painting."

The Civil Judge had only one literary heart, the root of his spirit and soul. But in his eyes, the evil spirit had a landscape of brocade and mountains. In this landscape, countless literati wrote and painted, composing poetry, drawing landscapes, and representing the state and the people. Each literatus evolved a different literary path, with the fragrance of books condensing into a literary heart.

A rough count revealed that this literary evil spirit had at least eight hundred literary hearts, some of which were at a similar realm to the Civil Judge's.

The Civil Judge's face turned pale. "Our strength as literary spirits lies in the literary hearts formed by literary talent and fortune. The literary heart must be elevated to advance in realm. But why does this evil spirit's literary heart look..." He sensed a threat from a natural enemy and instinctively picked up his brush to alert the city's literary god, Ke Zhuangyuan.

One spirit, one heart. To form such a landscape with countless literary hearts, one must consume the literary hearts of others!

This evil method of consuming others' literary hearts is hated by all literary spirits.

"I believe you have seen it. My cultivation path is to consume the literary hearts of literary spirits like you, using your power to strengthen my own literary aura. Sir, you are also a literary spirit. Would you like to join me in comprehending the realm of sainthood in the literary path?" As he spoke, the landscape painting stretched across the sky, pressing down on the Civil Judge.

The landscape was like a brocade, the country like a painting, with a vast river of calligraphy and painting spanning history. The literary heart of the Civil Judge, condensed from the Spring and Autumn Annals, was instantly suppressed by the vast literary heart of the landscape.

"Imperial Dragon's Command!" Bai Fu emerged from the ground, spewing a beam of golden light before disappearing again.

The golden light shot out, forming a dragon, and the dragon's tail broke the landscape painting.

At this moment, the Civil Judge regained his senses. Bai Fu's voice echoed in his ears, "Don't be fooled by him. Can a mere divine thought suppress you?"

The Civil Judge was stunned, then suddenly realized. Yes, he was here in his true form, and even if the other party's realm was higher, could a single divine thought consume him?

Don't be ridiculous!

With this thought, he calmed his mind, and the Spring and Autumn literary heart emitted green and yellow auras, with red surging. The brush and pen flew out, drawing a poem of a killing array.

In an instant, the world was filled with killing intent, red snakes and golden dragons danced, and an army of thousands emerged, charging towards the evil spirit's landscape painting. The broken landscape painting was shattered by the killing intent, dissipating into smoke and clouds.

Seeing that his intimidation had failed, the evil spirit was not concerned. He just smiled and looked down at Bai Fu hiding below, "You, little ghost, may not be a divine spirit, but your insight is truly remarkable. As for the golden dragon treasure in your hand, it should be a treasure bestowed by the imperial dragon aura. Which emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty is it from?" He continuously drew power from his true form, and the ritual to summon a spirit was completed when he intimidated the Civil Judge.

All of Ma Jingyi's wounds healed, and a celestial domain appeared behind him, with green mountains and clear waters, and a landscape of mountains and rivers. Another celestial domain appeared, with the people and myriad sages worshipping. A third celestial domain appeared, with a cluster of stars and a rising sun. A fourth celestial domain appeared, with divine palaces standing tall.

The Civil and Military Judges gasped, "A divine lord!"

The path of divine cultivation is roughly divided into two types. One is a divine lord, who has many subordinate spirits and can gather the power of all the spirits to form a nine-layered world.

This nine-layered world is the essence of divine cultivation. Each layer is more powerful than the last, and when all nine layers are present, it forms an unparalleled divine being. This is the most orthodox path of divine cultivation.

In contrast, the Civil and Military Judges have their divine domains rooted in the City God's Mansion. The City God himself cultivates in the nine-layered world, but they are merely subordinate spirits under the City God. Although they are also divided into nine layers, their divine power is far inferior to that of divine lords who control the nine-layered worlds.

In other words, the cultivation of the nine-layered world is to gather the power of ten thousand people to serve one person, ultimately allowing that one person to reach the realm of a divine emperor with the power of all subordinate spirits.

Originally, Bai Fu and others expected that even if this was an evil spirit, the initial confrontation should have been with a subordinate spirit, and a divine lord should not have appeared last.

Who would have thought that the first capture would directly be a divine lord?

"From the topmost divine palace of this divine lord, there are eight divine halls surrounding the central divine palace. This divine lord has at least eight subordinate spirits," Bai Fu muttered, "A mere believer, and he summoned a divine lord?"

It's like hitting the jackpot!

So many subordinate spirits were not encountered, and he directly found a divine lord.

The faces of the spirits changed slightly, and the Ghost Catching General, the Mountain Patrol General, and others quickly brought their subordinates to descend. Facing a divine lord, even a single divine thought cannot be underestimated.

Just as the two were at an impasse, a clear stream suddenly rose from the dense forest below. Vigorous vitality restored the forest that had been destroyed by fire. Spring breezes blew, and new buds sprouted, with green leaves growing, full of vitality.

"Jade Dew Sprout, Burning Flower Peach, Clear Wind Willow." The spring breeze blew, and the flowers and leaves swayed. Xun Yi's voice sounded again, hoarse and low. Accompanied by the weak voice of a young man, the spring breeze of vitality swept through the forest.

"Useless, a mere mortal dares to break my nine-layered world—" Before he could finish, a black and yellow arrow shot from afar, shattering the fourth celestial domain, forcibly interrupting the evil spirit's long-distance relay.

"Who is it!" The evil spirit looked at Qinglong City, both surprised and angry. The gentle spring breeze rose from the forest. Three sword intentions converged into the lush forest spring sword, binding Ma Jingyi in the air like chains.

"Spring god's power?" The evil spirit was somewhat incredulous. How could a mere mortal have such divine power? Moreover, he could feel that the quality of the divine power in this sword was stronger than his own!

"Fifth heaven? No, sixth heaven, how can a mere mortal have such high-quality divine power!" His gaze fixed on Xun Yi's chest, the source of the divine power was Xun Yi's heart!

More importantly, the lifespan that Ma Jingyi had been drained of was now restored. This meant that this sword was not to kill, but to save Ma Jingyi.

Save the enemy? The evil spirit couldn't help but look at Xun Yi, and was shocked again.

Xun Yi's wounds healed at a visible speed, his eyes turned a light golden color, and a faint image of a dharma body appeared behind him.

"Xuan Yuan's battle dharma! Damn, he is a descendant of Xuan Yuan!" Without hesitation, the evil spirit withdrew his divine thought and abandoned Ma Jingyi's body. But the layers of spring breeze swept across the world, and the divine thought was enveloped by the spring breeze before it could leave, turning into a white crystal bead and falling to the ground.

Thud—

Xun Yi forced the evil spirit back with one sword, then fell to the ground unconscious, his heart even stopping. Bai Fu and others rushed over in fright, carrying Xun Yi back to the City God's Mansion for treatment. Mobile users, please visit http://m.piaotia.net

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