The Immortal Seeker: Legend of Bronze Mirror-Chapter 850 - 394: Yin Yang Clash

By the side of Yingchou Creek, the massive body of the Nielong, as large as a mountain, was frozen in mid-air. Its dragon eyes were bulging as if they would pop out of their sockets, staring at the five-colored radiance flowing around Xu Qing. The dragon's blood beneath its scales seemed to freeze.

Just now, when Xu Qing lightly waved his hand, five streaks of red, blue, yellow, white, and black tore through the Netherworld, extracting the creek's water. This scene replayed endlessly in its mind—an aura of Chaos was enveloped within the light, mirroring the legendary Divine Bird that tore through chaos in ancient times.

"Innate Five-Colored Divine Light!"

The dragon's roar from the Nielong's throat was so powerful it caused colossal rocks by the creek to crumble. Its dragon tail swept unconsciously across the cliffside, leaving three bottomless trenches. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

It suddenly recalled the records in the Dragon Clan's ancient texts: the Phoenix gave birth to the Peacock and the Great Roc, with the Peacock becoming the Great Ming King by swallowing the Buddha, while the Golden-winged Roc fed on the Dragon Clan, capable of devouring the four seas in a single gulp.

At this moment, the radiance around Xu Qing was indistinguishable from the Five-Colored Divine Light that could suppress all heavens in legend, sending chills down the dragon's spine. Cold sweat seeped from its scales, dropping into the creek and bursting into clouds of black mist upon hitting the stone walls left barren by the drained Bitter Sea Water.

As the stealthy black divine dog swaggered by through the void, the Nielong even forgot to issue a threat.

Only when Xu Qing's figure vanished into the depths of the mist did it awaken as if from a dream, vaguely hearing a clear, gentle voice by its ear: "Rest assured, Dragon Lord, I don't eat dragon meat!"

This voice, like morning bell and evening drum, startled its massive dragon head into violent shaking, the resulting wind uprooting ancient trees by the riverbank.

Realizing what had happened, the Nielong hurriedly plunged into the bottom of the creek, its enormous body stirring up whirlpools. Yet, the water, freshly drained, rapidly began to recover visibly—the restriction set by Guanyin had the characteristic of non-increase and non-decrease.

At this time, the restriction rippled in layers, endlessly guiding the Bitter Sea Water from the void into the creek.

In the pitch-black depth of the creek, the Nielong curled into a ball, its dragon horns pressed against the rocky walls, emitting desolate wails. It knew that letting Xu Qing go meant missing a rare chance to break the seal, and it would be epochs before it could see daylight again. Its dragon claws scratched mindlessly at the walls, leaving deep marks—a testament to its unwillingness.

"Daoist, I didn't expect you to master Innate Five-Colored Divine Light!" The stealthy black divine dog, caught up with Xu Qing, still had strands of Netherworld Ghost Vine clinging between its teeth, its amber eyes filled with shock.

It shook off the Yellow Springs Mud from its coat and pawed at Xu Qing's daoist robe. "Such an ancient divine skill, even the Ten Halls Yama of the Underworld may not have seen!"

Xu Qing stood with his hands behind his back, his fingertips still twined with the five-colored stream of light. Hearing these words, he smiled faintly and said, "Couldn't the Divine Monarch detect it?"

The stealthy black divine dog's ears drooped, its tail sweeping weakly over the ground: "Innate Five Elements Power, perhaps at my peak I could sense it, but now..."

Its voice grew fainter, looking at its present form, a hint of loneliness flitting through its eyes.

But soon it gathered its spirits, its paws scraping sparks on the ground: "But with the daoist's Five-Colored Divine Light, we could even contend against Golden Mane Roar and his Purple Gold Bell!"

"Golden Mane Roar, Purple Gold Bell?" Xu Qing's sleeve slightly shook.

"That Golden Mane Roar is no ordinary demon!" The stealthy black divine dog lowered its voice, and the surrounding Yellow Springs mist suddenly surged as if alarmed by its words. "It was originally a Golden Light Immortal under the Upper Qing Taoist Ancestor, subdued by Guanyin with the Three Lights Divine Water and became her steed. That Purple Gold Bell was crafted by the Taiqing Taoist Ancestor in the Furnace of Eight Trigrams. Once wielded..."

The stealthy black divine dog suddenly paused, its paw sketching three charred marks on the ground, "Wind, fire, and smoke together, the wind can disperse the Primordial Spirit, the fire can burn even a Vajra Body, and within the smoke are eighty-one Enchanting Soul Spells. Even the Great Sage Equalling Heaven once fell for them!"

Xu Qing stroked the jade pendant at his waist, as the five-colored divine light flowed around him, refining all the Yellow Springs mist approaching.

He smiled calmly, knowing in his heart:

The path of cultivation, a tiny error leads to enormous deviation. The Golden Light Immortal, having become a steed, has no more chance to climb the peak.

He gazed at Fengdu Ghost City looming in the distance.

A moment later, man and dog had reached the Yellow Springs Canyon behind Yingchou Creek.

The entrance to the canyon was draped with a curtain of countless woven white bones, and at the bottom, Yellow Springs Water roiled like molten iron, churned by innumerable twisted souls.

Just as Xu Qing approached, he felt a needle-like pain in his Sea of Consciousness. The resentful spirits floating in the Yellow Springs let out shrill wails, whose sound waves became solid chains lashing at his Primordial Spirit.

"Break!" Xu Qing whispered a single word, and the five-colored divine light transformed into a towering beam that pierced the sky.

The Bitter Sea Water collected from Yingchou Creek poured down from the light, resembling the Tianhe Inversion.

The Bitter Sea Water glowed with a faint blue luminescence, each drop carrying the accumulated suffering of all living beings through the ages. When it collided with the resentful spirits in the Yellow Springs Water, the entire canyon was swept by towering waves.

The resentful spirits, soaked in the Bitter Sea Water, had their past loves and hatreds, separations, and deaths crash over them like a tidal wave. They struggled madly in the agonies, their screams causing stones to fall from the canyon walls.

Meanwhile, the stealthy black divine dog spewed Mystic Fire from its mouth, reducing the nearby resentful spirits to cinders.

Above the canyon, the mist from the Yellow Springs and the steam from the Bitter Sea Water interwove, forming a bizarre vortex. Xu Qing watched the chaotic scene, the five-colored glow in his eyes growing ever brighter.

Suddenly, the sky dome cracked open with white and purple light.

The Golden Mane Roar descended on a purple cloud, with three golden bells around its neck ringing melodiously.

This demon beast appeared cast from molten gold, with the head of a lion yet bearing dragon horns, and when it opened its mouth, a clear Daoist chant rang out: "Who would have thought that the followers of Lv Dongbin would learn the Divine Skills of the Peacock Great Ming King."