Twilight Boundary-Chapter 781 - 771 Unaffected by All Techniques

"That ghostly thing has been awakened again?"

The Twelve Ghost Altars stirred, and the first to react was the mountain lord.

In the Old Yin Mountain, a billowing mist suddenly swept in, forming his silhouette between the mountains. He raised his eyes, his gaze grim.

And in this Old Yin Mountain, more Newborn Pond Gods also felt an extremely oppressive presence. Instinctively, they wanted to look here, but apart from the mountain lord, other Newborn Pond Gods were suppressed by the aura from the altar and could not lift their heads.

The mountain lord also immediately guessed it might be related to the Hu Family. A thought flashed in his mind as he wanted to find Hu Ma.

Currently, the incense from the pond gods had spread across the land, and wherever it reached, the mountain lord could sense everything. Yet, as his thoughts wandered, searching invisibly, he could not see where Hu Ma was.

It was as if Hu Ma were no longer in the human world. No matter how immense his Mana, now all he could see was a vague black city, then his gaze was blocked.

This is bad, there's a problem!

At the same time, the Long-winning King, leading a commanding army of 100,000 steady soldiers, was crossing the river. While drinking on the boat, he suddenly had an uneasy feeling. Looking up, he saw something fly over the river.

Though silent, it stirred an endless wind. Even the calm river surface seemed to be split by a blade, causing a terrifying sight that made one's heart race.

He suddenly felt his Divine Soul stir, and an unseen panic enveloped him.

He urgently summoned someone to inquire and learned, "Those strange people, who came into the army to help, some have found the army's pace too slow and have already hastened to Shangjing ahead."

The Long-winning King focused his mind, thought deeply, and ordered in a solemn voice, "Gather 30,000 elite soldiers, lighten the load of supplies, and follow me to Shangjing first."

"If gods block us, we will fight gods; if ghosts block us, we will destroy ghosts!"

In the meantime, as the wind rose and howled through the narrow alleys, Miss White Wine walked through the dead silent and deserted alley.

She suddenly stopped, listening to the ominous wind, aware that something was happening in the city. But after musing briefly, she continued forward.

"I have my own matters to take care of," she thought. "I just hope that whatever you're brewing doesn't exceed your capabilities."

And in the Hu Family Mansion, Immortal Miaoshan was leaning against the headboard in a daze when suddenly the candle flame beside her flared with a crackle, startling her awake. She sat up hurriedly, as if realizing something.

"I haven't had my silver swallow nest yet," she mumbled. "I can't sleep..."

"It's coming, it's coming..."

At the Upper Capital Ancestral Hall, the giant spectral altar appeared as summoned, shimmering between reality and illusion, a relentless sinister wind sweeping across it. Even the State Preceptor revealed a look of joy.

Maybe it was an illusion, but Hu Ma even felt that the State Preceptor was trembling with excitement, a hint of tears in his eyes. Suppressing his elation, he slowly approached the altar, performing a great ritual of three kneels and nine bows.

Afterward, with a flick of his horsetail whisk, the altar flew outward, landing in a corner of Shangjing City.

The earth shook and dust rose. The already dreary Shangjing City seemed to become even murkier under the night sky, appearing unreal.

Immediately, the State Preceptor hurriedly continued to summon the second Ghost Altar.

"It actually was summoned?"

At the Southern City Dharma Gathering, the awaiting Lords of the Ten Surnames also showed a dramatic change in expression.

As Lords, they were among the strongest in the world today. Though they never displayed their sharpness, they held pride within and, no matter the situation, maintained only mild expressions.

Now, sensing the Ghost Altar flying towards them, their minds tensed. It has been a long time since we've seen an altar for the Sacrifice to Heaven of this scale.

"Do you think it's that young Hu Family Lord voluntarily doing this, or..."

"For us, it's all the same."

The person beside them chuckled lightly in reply, "Twenty years ago, the Hu Family promised to clear out these evil spirits. Now, whether voluntarily or forced, as long as they truly accomplish it, at least the Hu Family hasn't broken their word."

After exchanging a glance, they all slowly approached the incense table, then lifted their long robes and knelt.

With their collective status, all bowing together, Hu Ma felt a vague sense of connection.

He slightly tilted his head, adjusted to a more comfortable position, and still looked curiously at the State Preceptor opposite him.

"See that? All of them are hard to deal with."

The State Preceptor, meanwhile, also sensed the shift in attitude from the Lords of the Ten Surnames and complained to Hu Ma, "Never mind the daydreams of your Hu Family ancestors; even with my methods, which are beneficial to all, I only see a bunch of old foxes playing tricks over there..."

"But no matter. They will submit when they see the real thing."

As he spoke, he rose again to cast Magic. Subsequently, the second Ghost Altar was summoned.

It settled in the southwestern corner of Shangjing City. With a faint ghost qi wafting from the altar, the already unreal night scene of Shangjing City became even blurrier.

It seemed as if it were being erased from this world.

Some who were close to the Ten Surnames suddenly realized what was happening. "Could it be starting already?" they wondered, hurriedly kowtowing in the direction of the ancestral hall.

Constant rumbling echoed between heaven and earth—the sound of something of unimaginable weight moving. This alerted both the Evil Sky above and the Ghost Land below, striking fear into them. Whether in a temple or in the underworld, they kowtowed ceaselessly.

"Twenty years of solitary persistence, finally achieving a perfect immortal heart!"

At this moment, none was more excited than the State Preceptor. Leveraging Hu Ma's strength, he had consecutively summoned two Ghost Altars and was swiftly chanting to bring forth the third.

With each successful summon, the excitement on his face grew even more intense.

This elder, whose appearance had a touch of the immortal and transcendent, now wore an expression that looked somewhat ferocious.

"Is that all?"

In contrast, Hu Ma, facing him, appeared somewhat desolate. "Is this all it takes?"

With no one else around to speak with, only Hu Ma could converse with the State Preceptor. Turning to Hu Ma, his expression showed unconcealed pride. "Sacrificing to the Evil Sky and Ghost Land, slaying innate evil spirits to create the White Jade Immortal City—this endeavor was orchestrated solely by me. It is the pride of my life."

"Young friend of the Hu Family, though you have not been to Shangqiao and have seen little, at least as a Lord of the Ten Surnames, would you not say this method of mine defies fate and changes destiny?"

"It seems quite formidable."

Hu Ma smiled. "If you weren't relying on me for this, I would really admire you."

"You?"

The State Preceptor smiled. "You are nothing more than an artifact I created. Borrowing some of your strength to support the altar, what's the harm?"

"Everything else is trivial."

Hu Ma sighed lightly. "It's just that you shouldn't have provoked our Hu Family."

He had already sat cross-legged, his gaze gently sweeping around. The entirety of Shangjing City, shrouded in darkness, was still faintly visible with its towering buildings. He sighed, his voice carrying a formidable aura, "One careless move... What a pity for this ancient city."

"Hmm?"

The State Preceptor's expression shifted slightly. Scanning the various methods laid around, he said indifferently, "You are a mere mortal, now caught in my schemes. Could you possibly have any other ideas?"

"The State Preceptor is a dignified person."

Hu Ma smiled. "You waited twenty years, simply for the Hu Family to return and fulfill this wish of yours."

"It's just a pity the Hu Family didn't come back. Only a mountain dweller returned."

"We don't like to preach or discuss pros and cons. When we get angry, we just like to flip the table over."

While speaking, he slowly formed a Magic Seal, then smiled at the State Preceptor.

"You..."

The State Preceptor's expression subtly changed. With a slight movement of his fingers, the golden seal by his side emitted a brilliant light and simultaneously fell onto Hu Ma. Though unsure what Hu Ma was doing, a sense of foreboding had already formed in his heart.

Yet, all the techniques, born from the mind, suddenly descended upon Hu Ma, only to find that the moment he formed the Magic Seal, his aura turned low and restrained. In an instant, these various dharma methods vanished like a pebble sinking into the sea.

Not only that, but even a Ghost Altar, which had already emerged from the Old Yin Mountain and was flying towards Shangjing City, suddenly lost its energy. It plummeted into a county midway, instantly burying itself ten zhang deep into the ground.

CRACK!

And in the southwestern corners of Shangjing City, the two Ghost Altars that had just descended also seemed to suddenly lose control, their weight increasing beyond measure.

The vast city began to tilt.

In the city, countless households were jolted awake, only to see the oil lamps on their tables slowly sliding toward the edges.

The State Preceptor sensed danger. He turned abruptly to see that the Hu Ma he had crafted now seemed once more like a lump of decomposing flesh; the Magic was clearly shattered.

But the seals he had set to isolate heaven and earth remained intact; clearly, no outsider had breached them.

His expression grew cold as he looked eerily at Hu Ma. "You..."

"Shousui has the Heaven and Earth Unmoving Seal!"

At this moment, Hu Ma even closed his eyes. Only a faint smile at the corner of his lips grew ever clearer. "Unaffected by All Techniques, impermeable Golden Body, indestructible fate—my cultivation cannot be borrowed by you."

"Although I lack the skills of the Zhou Family to leap beyond the yin and yang of heaven and earth, exempt from causality and the cycles of life and death, I can play around. At least, I can hold out until the Long-winning King's army reaches Shangjing City."

"The State Preceptor possesses vast Divine Skills and infinite wondrous techniques. Though my skills do not match yours, I am curious to see what wonders you possess that can harm me!"

"Did the Zhou Family truly pass this mother form on to you?"

The State Preceptor, shocked by the sudden change, hastily formed a handseal. Above Hu Ma's head, the incense burner seemed to multiply in weight instantly, trying to press him down.

But at this moment, Hu Ma had already closed his eyes. His aura was contained, and even this incense burner seemed unable to find him, suddenly dropping from above his head.

"It's not the Zhou Family's doing. I humbly learned it through my own ability..."

In the air, only a faint and nearly inaudible voice resonated, "But State Preceptor, being as arrogant as you are, it's no wonder both our Hu Family and the respectable Lao Junmei had to deceive you..."

"You truly are... very easy to fool!"