Who let him join the Sword Sect?!-Chapter 836 - 420: Today, No One Can Help You

"Damn it, why aren't you dead yet?"

A furious voice rang out in the core chamber.

"Hehe, even if you die, I won't!"

The other person chuckled and gave the middle finger.

It wasn't Zhang Ze who was frustrated, but the mysterious hand.

Although the black hand had no scalp, it felt a phantom pain, making it feel a bit jittery.

It had already issued four or five Emperor's Decrees, and Zhang Ze's protective magical artifacts shattered one after another.

Yet every time it thought it could crush this ant, the kid would pull out another top-tier magical artifact.

Moreover, somehow, the kid kept emerging unscathed.

Logically, with the kid's cultivation, even with magical artifacts, he should have been crushed by the residual forces.

"Hah, noobs, did you not eat today?" Zhang Ze rolled over, got up from the ground, with only a slightly dirty corner of his clothes.

Despite the tough words, Zhang Ze's heart was pounding.

By now, his protective magical artifacts were almost half destroyed, and most attacks weren't entirely shielded; many slipped through. He was still able to mock thanks to his innate Dao body countering the black hand's spells.

According to Zhang Ze's bad luck classification, the Emperor's Decree used by the black hand was like a grand wish technique of concepts.

Under the Decree, a specific range was designated, altering reality directly with divine thought, changing the nature of the target and everything around, turning stone into gold, flesh into flowers.

Though it seemed impressive, ultimately, this method was about the conversion between spiritual qi and matter.

And this impressive method was coincidentally countered by Zhang Ze.

After transforming into the innate Dao body, Zhang Ze became a world of his own, unaffected by external changes, and did not react with the outside world.

Simply put, Zhang Ze was like a foreigner; Mr. Xiao's laws couldn't touch him, and no decree from any emperor could affect him.

To take him down, one would need brute force, like the Sword Sect's Great Power Vajra Leg body technique, to crush his turtle shell.

But the shadow of this black hand didn't seem to have such capability.

From start to finish, it only pointed and gave useless commands to Zhang Ze.

It specialized in spells, or at least it seemed so at the moment.

"Kan Position, Mirror Abyss open!"

The black hand pointed again, and suddenly the air around Zhang Ze became sticky and stagnant, the ground turned into a transparent water mirror, freezing Zhang Ze in place, and at the same time, his shadow began to melt.

A thick, sticky liquid slowly seeped from under his feet, blurring the boundary between reality and reflection under the black hand's will. Although he was unharmed, Zhang Ze looked down to see his shadow in the mirror abyss, growing flesh and blood, crawling uncontrollably towards him.

Just as the mirror abyss version of himself stretched out an arm, a jade pendant on Zhang Ze fell to the ground. The jade pendant shimmered golden, and with a cracking sound, thunder roared, the Nine-turn Golden Thunder shattered the water mirror beneath, and everything within the mirror.

The creature in the mirror didn't manage to crawl out before it vanished into smoke.

Shattering the mirror abyss, the residual power of the Nine-turn Golden Thunder continued uncontrollably to wreak havoc in the core chamber.

This item was given to him by Tang, saying it was an old relic and holding onto it was a waste, so he stuffed it into Zhang Ze's pocket.

"At the very least, it makes a good sound," the Taoist said.

Whether the Taoist added an extra stroke while crafting the talisman, or simply did it on purpose, its power was a bit excessive.

It truly lived up to its reputation of 'smashing the heavens'.

Seeing the golden thunder out of control, the black hand became anxious.

A dark mist shrouded this time, its target not Zhang Ze, but the rampant golden thunders.

With a wave, the black mist enveloped the core chamber's equipment, protecting them until all the golden thunder dissipated, leaving everything in the core chamber unharmed.

Perhaps this move consumed too much, as the black hand's color faded significantly.

Zhang Ze frowned slightly, detecting the oddity of the black hand.

He suddenly realized that the obsidian left hand seemed not to be the main body or Dharma body, but something akin to an illusion.

Master Li once told him: cultivators after Refining Void can simulate illusions.

These illusions, unlike Dharma bodies, are consumable and disposable, causing no harm to the main body or divine soul even if they perish.

Being rootless entities, once the remaining power is exhausted, the illusion will disappear on its own, and its power is much weaker compared to Dharma bodies and main bodies.

This method is now mostly used by Old Ascenders to scare people or placed in secret realms as ghostly grandpas.

It's a staple experience for those wild chosen ones on their paths.

When a fortunate yet unlucky soul discovers a secret realm, the illusion pretending to be a grandpa at the end, will follow the script set by the Old Ascender to impart wisdom and lessons, only to dramatically die on the spot.

This act almost always earns teary eyes from Small Ascenders, adding a motivation to their path of immortal cultivation.

But that's the play of good people, and the bastard Xiao Jing definitely has no such good intentions.

The existence of this black hand isn't to become a grandpa who dies after imparting, but to serve as insurance left by the left hand's main body.

It protects this place, safeguarding the arrangements from being destroyed.