My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 93 - 78: Birth at Mount Tu

A thick layer of black clouds pressed down upon the sky over Chun Bo Temple.

Chen Yi’s face appeared obscured and uncertain beneath the oppressive gloom.

Yin Tingxue glanced at him, feeling a surge of unease in her heart.

She shouldn’t have come along, but Chen Yi couldn’t rest assured leaving her behind as his family. If the Lin Mansion seized the opportunity to retaliate while he was at Chun Bo Temple, then even the West Factory would be unsafe.

"Such a dark sky... What’s happening?"

On horseback, Yin Tingxue asked anxiously.

"If I’m not mistaken... it’s the Tushan Clan."

Chen Yi gazed at the black clouds, his voice low.

The three Great Demons of the Praying Place—Deng Ai, the Vicious Flood Dragon, and the Donkey-headed Crown Prince—even combined, were unworthy of comparison.

Among the three ancient demon spirits, none was older than the Ghost Lord Deng Ai, who existed since the Three Kingdoms era. The Donkey-headed Crown Prince hailed from the Wu Zhou era. But the Tushan Clan dated back to the Xia Dynasty.

"The mythological Tushan Clan? Wife of the mountain deity Dayu, mother of Xia Qi?!"

Yin Tingxue startled, her small hands trembling uncontrollably.

Legend had it that Dayu, at thirty years of age, remained unmarried until arriving at Tushan. There, he prayed to the Heavenly Emperor for a wife, and a nine-tailed white fox descended from the heavens, marrying Dayu. Her pristine white coat paired with Dayu’s aura, and her nine tails symbolized the mark of a king—she was the Tushan Clan.

For this reason, the Tushan Clan was revered as the Ancestor of Fox Demons in antiquity.

Yin Tingxue, having read numerous essays and novels recently, naturally knew the origins of the Tushan Clan. But even with a hundred attempts by her imagination, she couldn’t fathom that the Tushan Clan would appear here...

"You... You’re not pulling my leg, are you?"

Yin Tingxue tugged at his sleeve, whispering cautiously.

"If I intended to deceive you, I wouldn’t need to use the Tushan Clan for it."

Chen Yi sighed deeply.

In the distance, the white-robed female crown, held under Min Ning’s custody, stared vacantly, as though her soul had been extinguished.

Chen Yi didn’t know what she had experienced, nor did he care to find out.

The reason he had Min Ning bring her along was partly because she was a captive, but mostly because she was the Taichua Goddess.

To confront the Tushan Clan, a Taoist priest was required. But now, the Taoists from Yin Sword Mountain and Shangqing Dao were all sealed by the Lin Party within ceremonial rites. Beyond her, there was no one else suitable.

Chun Bo Temple stood atop a small hill. Chen Yi dismounted his horse, followed closely by several West Factory captains and soldiers who also dismounted. Raising his head, Chen Yi saw the sky shrouded in an oppressive, eerie darkness.

The black clouds pressed down upon the city, threatening to crush it.

The surroundings of Chun Bo Temple seemed to have transformed into a ghostly realm.

Chen Yi took a deep breath, turning to look at Yin Weiyin, whose hands were tied.

"Yin Immortal, dismount."

The white-robed female crown remained stubbornly seated on Min Ning’s horse.

Min Ning frowned, grabbed her collar, and unceremoniously tossed her down.

Yin Weiyin fell heavily, stumbling as she hit the ground, her white robes stained with dirt.

Chen Yi watched the scene coldly.

For a long while, no one stepped forward to help, and Yin Weiyin simply lay there in silence, her gaze empty.

Chen Yi slowly walked to her, crouched down, and stared at her icily.

"Yin Immortal, you have the choice not to cooperate, but know that I won’t hesitate to shatter your Longevity Bridge."

The moment these words were spoken, the female crown finally showed some reaction. She raised her eyes and glared at Chen Yi with bitterness.

It was this man who had taken her Dao Companion, crushed the efforts of the Prince Mansion, and beyond that, had also stolen the heart of her "Golden Boy." Min Ning would rather serve as his concubine than be her Dao Companion!

"If you have the energy to glare, stop pretending to be dead and get up on your own."

Time was pressing, and Chen Yi had no room for pity.

Yin Weiyin gritted her teeth and picked herself up.

Chen Yi thought this woman truly lacked clarity. Perhaps her path of cultivation had led her to madness. Turning his back to ignore her murderous gaze, he moved forward.

Not far away, Yin Tingxue was inexplicably trembling.

"What’s wrong?"

"You... wouldn’t break my Longevity Bridge, would you?"

Yin Tingxue tilted her face upward, asking cautiously. She had dreamed such things.

"As long as you listen to me, it will never happen."

Chen Yi’s tone was gentle.

Yin Tingxue nodded fervently like a pecking chick and hesitated before softly adding:

"Even if I don’t listen, promise you won’t break it... alright?"

Chen Yi was about to respond when a sudden clap of thunder shattered the tranquility above Chun Bo Temple.

Everyone instinctively looked up at the sound. Across the distant skies, countless intricate inscriptions emerged, ancient and heavy, the script sprawling across the heavens. The white-robed female crown immediately recognized them—they were the gold characters seen only on bronze vessels!

The imposing gold script appeared abruptly, complex and enigmatic. Above the Capital City, Lin Prime Minister’s ethereal Golden Body Dharma manifested amidst twelve celestial cranes, riding the winds. His majestic meritorious aura swept across Chun Bo Temple like a tidal wave.

Those present stared in stunned silence at the overwhelming grandeur of the scene. The world seemed to regain its primeval color, the vast merit sweeping across like a fierce gale, crashing down. Yet, the ancient gold script remained immovable.

Lin Prime Minister’s Golden Body Dharma raised both arms, gathering divine radiance that soared towards the heavens.

Amid the swirling gold script, a figure faintly emerged—a woman with hair as white as snow. Surrounding her were circles of gold script, subtle yet profoundly heavy. She stood within divine radiance, riding a bronze phoenix chariot!

Chen Yi’s eyes widened.

This woman was none other than Empress An!

And behind Empress An, nine snow-white fox tails billowed gracefully!

She was... possessed by the Tushan Clan?!

Before Chen Yi could process the thought, thunder rumbled again, plunging half the sky into a deepening darkness. The profound gold script slowly moved towards the Capital City, eroding Lin Prime Minister’s decades of meritorious divine radiance bit by bit.

Above Lin Mansion, previously aglow with radiant wonders, the scene rapidly reversed from light to dark. It seemed as though an entire corner of the heavens and earth had collapsed. Lin Prime Minister’s ethereal Golden Body Dharma displayed a look of terror, while the twelve celestial cranes let out mournful cries in unison!

Though Lin Prime Minister had ascended to immortality through decades of accumulated merit, this gold script effortlessly shattered his path to divine longevity.

The sky dimmed, tempestuous winds howled in all directions. Chen Yi shielded Yin Tingxue while Lin Prime Minister’s Golden Body Dharma was ground to dust, dissipating completely, returning to the natural order.

Yet the Tushan Clan did not stop.

She drove the bronze phoenix chariot closer to the Capital City and raised her hand, plunging the entire sky into utter darkness. Her grin stretched wide, as if in maniacal laughter. Chen Yi suddenly felt the earth tremble and saw an enormous, grotesque fissure emerge, threatening to engulf the entire Capital City!

Suddenly, a sword cleaved forth, transforming the heavens and earth. The ominous twilight dissolved into radiant brilliance.

This sword originated from the Sword Armor of Yin Sword Mountain. Zhou Yitang’s figure had somehow materialized above Chun Bo Temple.

The sword light expanded and spread flat, like shimmering ripples across a water surface, yet it pierced through the heavens!

Wherever the sword light reached, the ancient bronze gold script shattered upon impact. The surrounding atmosphere grew chaotic, with Gang Qi and Sword Intent tearing apart the Capital’s walls layer by layer, advancing relentlessly to within a mere yard of the Tushan Clan.

The Tushan Clan reached out, pinching the sword light, and sent it hurtling back.

Lightning intertwined, thunderous roars echoed. The sword light, accompanied by countless shattered gold script, surged toward the sword armor with overwhelming force. Along with the sword’s trajectory came the crumbling earth. After the sword light swept through, the sword armor’s figure vanished without a trace. The world plunged back into obscurity as shattered gold script fell into the earth. Almost everyone collapsed immediately under the crushing impact of the script’s descent.

It seemed as though heaven and earth were closing in together.