Chapter 598: Chapter 292: Collision of the Northern Emperor Technique! Fang Changle at the Mahayana Realm (2)

Swoosh...

As soon as the voice fell, Qi Ji and Jiang Hu’s expressions changed drastically. They only felt a dazzling white figure flash before their eyes, and a fierce wind rose, as if a wall was pushing horizontally towards them, suddenly knocking them flying.

Thud...

The two fell heavily to the ground, only feeling their internal organs churning, a sweetness in their throats, and they spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. The True Yang within them was scattered, and they could no longer gather it.

"An expert!?"

Qi Ji’s face changed drastically, staring in shock at the woman in front of them.

Under the moonlight, she looked valiant and spirited, with an aura like an immortal descended to the mortal world. Her eyes carried a transcendent glow, as if from the beginning, they hadn’t existed in her world.

"Please halt, fellow Daoist. Maoshan will remember today’s favor." Qi Ji urged anxiously.

Fang Changle was at a critical moment. If external forces interfered, all his previous efforts would be wasted, making it far more difficult to break into the Great Master Realm again.

The woman in white seemed not to hear, calmly walking towards the long-deserted Jue Miaoguan.

"You’re impressive to have chased me here."

Suddenly, a cold voice came from the depths of Jue Miaoguan, none other than Fang Changle.

Blessed with intuition, misfortune stirred his divine sense.

At this moment of seclusion and breakthrough, he sensed something, focused his mind, and shouted.

"Fang Changle, you’re a Maoshan inheritor. Let me see how your fortunes defy the heavens and break today’s tribulation."

The woman in white spoke softly, her graceful steps advancing, finally stepping into Jue Miaoguan.

Rumble...

Almost simultaneously, a violent thunderbolt surged into the sky, arcs of lightning roared like dragons and snakes, forming a barrier in front of the woman in white.

"Maoshan Thunder Prison Talisman!" The woman in white paused.

Profound Talismans are hidden in Kongshan. A strike of thunder chills the myriad demons.

Among Daoist sects, Thunder Skill is supreme. A single flash of thunder enters a talisman, drawing tribulation and purgatory, vanquishing ghosts and slaying demons. The power of Shenxiao Mansion does not relent, transforming the tide of thunder with this talismanic magic.

This is Maoshan’s treasure, not easily forged even in three to five years.

This time, to break through to the Mahasattva Realm, Fang Changle spent a fortune to invite a Thunder Prison Talisman from Maoshan.

Rumble...

The violent thunder roared, rubbing against the air, sparking brilliantly. Terrifying forces ravaged the surroundings, tearing the ground beneath apart.

This thunder barrier, like a heavenly moat, stood in front of the woman in white.

"What a Thunder Skill." The woman in white’s eyes reflected the brilliant purple-red lightning, her hair standing on end.

"Go, when I succeed in my realm, there will be an explanation,"

Fang Changle’s voice came from within Jue Miaoguan.

"Is this all?"

The woman in white smiled faintly, showing a playful expression.

At this moment, her hands formed seals, chanting words.

"Celestial Pig, Celestial Pig, Nine Elements Evil Child."

"Wuding Commander, Gao Diao Bei Weng."

"Seven Luminaries and Eight Spirits, Supreme Vast Evil."

"Long-headed Giant Beast, wielding the Emperor’s Bell."

...

Curse-like words echoed like thunder, secret techniques surged like hidden currents. Under the moonlight, everyone’s eyes widened, watching the mysterious woman in white, filled with undisguised astonishment.

Especially Jiang Hu, whose eyes trembled, almost unable to contain himself.

Such skill, such secret curse... he was too familiar with it.

"Northern Emperor’s Great Technique! Celestial Pig Divine Curse!?"

A storm surged in Jiang Hu’s heart.

Eight decades ago, the Daoist sects faced a great calamity, and the Northern Emperor Technique fell into obscurity.

Back then, Jiang Hu was banished from Maoshan. By chance, he met an extraordinary person and learned the great technique, later passing it on to Zhang Fan. Thus, in the world today, only this lineage remained.

Yet now, this woman actually used the Northern Emperor Technique.

The Daoist sects have thousands of teachings, the Xuantian Northern Emperor is the supreme killer.

Rumble...

The thunder trembled, the moonlight shattered.

A virtual figure appeared behind the woman in white, with three heads and six arms, long-headed with tusks, holding a magical artifact, radiating immense divine power.

Bang bang bang...

That terrifying figure charged with the woman in white, the terrible power tearing apart the lightning barrier before her like paper.

"Broken!"

Qi Ji, Jiang Hu, Shi Shougong, Su Shiyu... everyone’s expressions changed drastically, their hearts sinking.

This mysterious woman was too powerful, wielding the Northern Emperor Technique and cultivating the Celestial Pig Curse. Even the Maoshan Thunder Prison Talisman couldn’t stop her, her methods truly domineering and ruthless, with no taboo.

"What in the world is the origin of this woman?"

"How did such an expert appear suddenly in Yujing City?"

"It’s over; we can’t stop her."

Countless thoughts intertwined, everyone’s heart sank to the bottom.

Rumble...

The collapsing, scattered thunder failed to stop the woman’s steps. She walked in the moonlight, as if strolling leisurely, heading towards the depths of Jue Miaoguan.

"Celestial Pig, Celestial Pig, Nine Elements Evil Child."

"Wuding Commander, Gao Diao Bei Weng."

"Seven Luminaries and Eight Spirits, Supreme Vast Evil."

...

At this moment, another curse resounded, grand and majestic, sweeping across mountains and forests, mirroring the technique performed by the woman in white.

"Northern Emperor!?"

The woman in white’s expression shifted slightly, her steps finally pausing. She turned and saw, under the moonlight, a man approaching on the wind. Who else could it be but Zhang Fan?

"Brother Fan!"

"President Fan!!"

"Brother Fan!!"

Everyone’s eyes lit up, whispering in low voices.

In the night, under the moonlight, the two figures faced each other, no words needed.

Rumble...

Suddenly, the woman in white moved, her figure flickering, as if blending into the mountain wind, merging with the lunar glow.

At the same moment, Zhang Fan moved, swift as red fire, like rushing thunder.

The two figures collided fiercely, the Celestial Pig Divine Curse echoed among the mountains, the Northern Emperor’s Great Technique re-emerging in the sky.

Everyone seemed dazed, seeing two lights and shadows flicker in the void, with three heads and six arms, fiercely clashing with divine artifacts in hand, sharing the same origin, colliding violently.

Rumble...

Fire seemed to rise in the void, as if making real the unreal, all manifestations vanished into formlessness.

Zhang Fan and the woman in white separated, one landing in the Daoist temple, the other standing among the bamboo woods, across the serene moonlight, amidst the vast mountains, gazing at each other intently.

"Yujing City truly hides talents like dragons. Man, you’ve caught my attention."

The woman in white stood atop the bamboo, like a flat boat holding her, her once deep and ethereal gaze now softened, looking at Zhang Fan with interest.

"Who exactly are you?" Zhang Fan asked softly.

"We’ll meet again."

As she spoke, she drifted away in her white dress, like a ghostly muse, merging into the vast mountains.

Zhang Fan took a step forward, just about to chase after her.

Rumble...

At this moment, an overwhelming aura soared to the sky.

Zhang Fan abruptly spun around, looking back to see a primordial spirit rising from Jue Miaoguan, entwined in fiery light, as impressive as a red dragon. Profound talismans forged like a true furnace, tempered thousandfold, finally merging the red dragon entirely into the primordial spirit.

"Red Dragon Fire Talisman... Senior Brother Fang has finally completely merged with the Red Dragon Fire Talisman!!"

Qi Ji and Jiang Hu exchanged glances, as Maoshan disciples, only they knew how significant this moment was.

Buzz...

At this moment, that floating primordial spirit seemed to possess new life vitality, like a heartbeat, as if a withered tree encountering spring, an inner true light slowly ascending from within.

That light was like a natural star, eternal and unending, mysteriously profound.

"Primordial Divine Light!" Zhang Fan sighed, this scene was too familiar to him.

"Old Fang has finally taken this step."

From this moment, Fang Changle officially stepped into the ranks of the Great Master Realm, rejoining the first echelon of the younger generation.

"Hahaha, Zhang Fan, you are truly my lucky star, returning just in time."

At this moment, the floating primordial spirit returned to Jue Miaoguan, and immediately, a wave of wild laughter erupted, resounding from afar to near within Jue Miaoguan.