Twilight Boundary-Chapter 615 - 606: The Heavenly Duke’s Wordless Seal

"An Immortal? Has he become an Immortal?"

And above this Yan Mansion, an illusion of pavilions and halls formed, an ethereal mirage with immortal qi wafting about. Immortal music descended from all directions, as if it could make people forget all their troubles, making them wish they could follow Old Master Yan up to the heavens. However, Hu Ma only felt waves of formless panic.

This Old Master Yan had indeed "become an Immortal."

He, and those descendants who had trapped him in the Hualong Well, only wanted him to live long enough to become the Emperor, to achieve the world's second-greatest Great Freedom.

However, to prolong his life, they used the toad gu to refine this immortal qi. Over time, for Old Master Yan, the Emperor ceased to matter; what became important was attaining the world's foremost Great Freedom.

Originally, this immortal qi was merely to prolong his life. Since he was trapped here, even if suffused with immortal qi, he could only continue to suffer in this place.

Now, these Reincarnators had joined forces to destroy his physical body. This finally liberated him from a life forcibly prolonged for over twenty years. His destiny as Emperor crumbled into nothingness, but his Divine Soul attained freedom. It escaped its confines and, by harnessing that immortal qi, became an Immortal?

To put it in professional terms, had this old fellow borrowed the Reincarnators' methods to achieve immortal ascension by shedding his mortal body?

In an instant, he understood the crux of the matter. Glancing around, he saw the other walking ghost sword-catchers, all wearing expressions of horror; not a single one could manage a smile.

The Hall God Negative Spirit had long since put away its umbrella. It stared at the streaks of immortal clouds overhead, its face etched with fear. It was clear that the umbrella in its hand, once brimming with divine light, had been defiled by the immortal qi; its treasure-light was now dim.

The young man code-named Burning Blade, who possessed an inherent ruthlessness, now tightly gripped the knife in his hand. He looked as if he wanted to strike, yet he was utterly powerless.

That Old Master Yan, now a Xian'er, hovered above everyone's heads, seemingly within reach. They could feel the pleasure brought by the descending immortal qi and hear the faint, ethereal immortal music. Their hearts filled with dread, yet they lacked even the strength to draw their blades.

The auspicious clouds were right overhead—visible, audible, and even perceptible. Yet, they seemed to exist in a different world, one entirely beyond their ability to confront.

"Become an Immortal... is this what it means to become an Immortal?"

Those witnessing this scene were not limited to the people inside the Yan Mansion. Outside, Miss White Wine was coldly observing the manager from the Life Pavilion's main hall, who knelt before her.

The two appeared to have engaged in a fierce struggle. They were surrounded by overturned oil lamps, and even Miss White Wine's sleeve bore a smear of blood. Ultimately, however, it was the Life Pavilion's manager who knelt in the alley, a silver needle embedded deeply in the crown of his head.

Having just forced the prescription out of him, she looked up at Old Master Yan reveling freely in the sky above the Yan Mansion. Her mind reeled uncontrollably. "Purple Tai Sui," she muttered, "so this is the nature of the so-called immortal qi..."

"'To become an Immortal... just how mad must these people be to even conceive of becoming an Immortal?'"

"'So, it could be considered a somewhat unsuccessful experiment?'"

Outside the Yan Mansion, in the alleys, a man in white robes with his hair unbound turned around. A hint of worry seemed to cloud his brow.

From outside the city, the Iron Threshold King had personally led two thousand armored personal soldiers into the city to break the siege on the Yan Family. To find the Yan Mansion, hidden by those jianghu Magicians, he had initiated a massacre, tearing down houses, fighting until his soldiers' weapons were drenched in blood.

Now, not one of these two thousand personal soldiers remained to block his path. Only then did the man in white robes slowly begin to walk forward.

As he walked into the alley, the eerie, swirling mist around him finally began to dissipate. It revealed armored soldiers, one after another, impaled by swords and spears against the crumbling walls and along the street. They were densely packed, corpses piled like mountains, every face frozen in a mad frenzy.

Their own weapons pierced each other's bodies, pinning them fast. Some even had the flesh of their comrades in their mouths. Their already dim eyes overflowed with mutual hatred and insanity.

It was true that this man disliked killing—he wasn't even sure if these beings were human. Thus, he had simply allowed them to slaughter each other, without lifting a hand himself.

However, the outcome clearly brought him no pleasure. Walking slowly into the alley, he saw a man on horseback. Clad in black armor with an iron helmet, tall and imposing on his large steed, he was none other than the Iron Threshold King, the terror of Guazhou City.

He was still alive. Upon seeing the man in white robes, his eyes first filled with terror. But then, this fear was swiftly overlaid by something else. Blood streamed from his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears, yet he grinned bizarrely, puffed out his chest, and looked utterly self-satisfied.

He waved his horsewhip, pointing forward. "Audacious rabble! Do you not see that Old Master Yan of our Yan Family has become a Xian'er, and Master Yan has ascended the great throne to become Emperor?"

"'I am a Steward of the Yan Family, the General of Chaos, enfeoffed as a King with my own lands! I stand beneath only one man and above tens of thousands! You rabble killed my personal guards; your crime is unpardonable! Speak! How do you wish to die?'"

The man in white robes looked at him with a peculiar expression, then glanced at the strange clouds above the Yan Mansion. He frowned. "So, that's how it is?"

Those fellows are quite slow on the uptake. After all this time, they've only just managed to gather everyone. Still, revealing this... thing... at the very first assembly does make this gathering somewhat interesting...

As he spoke, he walked past the Iron Threshold King, who sat high on his horse. The man in white held a flute, sharpened at one end. With a gentle blow, all the Iron Threshold Army soldiers in the alley, who had been stiffened in death, suddenly sprang back to life and surged toward the Iron Threshold King.

Listening to the Iron Threshold King's panicked screams, the man's expression showed a hint of dissatisfaction. This test of the dharma method... still not perfect, ultimately...

One actually survived? Does it require me to act a second time?

Indeed, no dharma method in this world, regardless of its fame or renown, could be called perfect. He glanced once more at the phenomenon above the Yan Mansion, and a hint of admiration unexpectedly appeared in his eyes.

Now *that* thing... that's rather interesting!

Meanwhile, elsewhere, in front of the Gua Prefecture Lord Temple, a man in silver robes and gold boots, wearing a vermilion crown, and a woman entirely enveloped in a black robe, had just finished questioning the Divine Statue of the Gua Prefecture Lord, which was kneeling on the ground.

Turning their heads, they saw magnificent auspicious clouds and wafting immortal qi above the Yan Mansion. Below, Guazhou Prefecture City was rapidly becoming lighter. Countless Divine Soul Plants and blood-fed spirit tablets were swiftly ascending into the high heavens.

Even the well water was bubbling vigorously, as if boiling. The auspicious clouds in the sky grew ever larger, their light seeming to illuminate everyone's hearts. Yet, the sounds beneath these clouds grew fainter and fainter, as if even sound itself was being stolen away by them.

Even their expressions changed drastically at this moment. One of them growled in a low voice, "So they really managed to create something like this..."

"'The Ten Surnames concealed it for twenty years, but ultimately, they couldn't keep it hidden. These ambitious fiends have finally glimpsed...'"

"'...Immortality!'"

"'That fellow from the Hu Family, shouldn't he be making his move personally by now?' the man with the vermilion crown mused."

The man with the vermilion crown couldn't help but stretch his limbs, appearing somewhat uneasy. He murmured, "He probably figured out the Yan Family's true situation long ago. That's why he orchestrated this whole drama and even got ahead of us..."

Chen Abao, still entirely enveloped in her black robe, suddenly asked, "But what if he doesn't make a move?"

The man with the vermilion crown was taken aback. "No... That's impossible, isn't it?"

"Quickly, quickly!"

Inside the Yan Mansion, everyone was closer to those auspicious clouds, and thus more affected. Calculation was huddled in the crowd, almost clutching his head, muttering rapidly, "Use the mace! Use the mace! If you use the mace now, it'll be good for everyone!"

Amidst this grim chaos, inside the mansion, the Reincarnators positioned directly beneath the dark clouds were all silent. The intent to retreat flickered in each other's eyes.

When the auspicious clouds first appeared, the commotion was immense. However, they seemed relatively unaffected. Within their Divine Souls, they did feel a sense of lightness, but something was holding them down, preventing them from being truly drawn upwards by that force. Retreating now wouldn't be a major issue.

Yet, in this tense, indecisive silence, Hu Ma, who was nearby, found his breathing growing slightly heavier.

From the moment he witnessed Old Master Yan's Immortal Ascension, Hu Ma had been prepared to deploy the Demon Suppression Golden Mace. But just as this intention formed, a different sensation arose within him once more—an intuition that had first stirred when he initially laid eyes on Old Master Yan.

The Great Mighty Sky General Seal was named for a seal, but what one cultivated with it was a Dharma Form. However, if one spoke of a seal, such a seal did indeed exist.

In Shima Town, within the old family house, three strange treasures hung on a tree. The very first of these had fallen into Hu Ma's hands, yet he had never used it. This was one of those seals.

The seal bore no characters; hence, it was known as the wordless seal.

But now, as Old Master Yan became an Immortal and the entire land of Guazhou began to grow lighter, as if it too were about to ascend, Hu Ma suddenly felt a profound yearning.

He could summon the Golden Armored Warriors to bring the Demon Suppression Golden Mace right now. However, this inner prompting sparked a different idea, stirring an excitement within him that was, for a moment, almost overwhelming. The true key to the Great Mighty Sky General Seal... so this is where it lies?

"Everyone, please step back for now. Let me handle this."

At this moment of widespread panic, with the entire city steeped in an eerie strangeness, he unexpectedly spoke in a low voice. This startled the countless Reincarnators around him. Their eyes flickered with a mixture of confusion and surprise as they moved aside, all eyes fixing upon him.

Then, Hu Ma suddenly strode boldly forward, his voice a low command, "By the Zhensui Mansion Order! The Yan Family has harmed people through Alchemy, passed off ghosts as Immortals, and beguiled an entire city! Their crimes are deserving of ten thousand deaths!"

"'Such audacity, to test your blades against the heavens! Divine principle will not tolerate it! Kill!'"