Eternal Life Starts as a Hunter

Chapter 633: Chapter 194: Opening the Celestial Eye, The Truth of Ghost Street

Li Yuan had already crossed paths with Qing Hancheng, so he naturally knew that the "Thought Seed Yin Yang Soil can create scenery within a Domain."

Such power had already stepped into the level of Third Grade strength.

Since Qing Hancheng could do it, then Lü Xuanxian should also be able to.

Sure enough, as soon as he thought of this, within a hundred zhang around Lü Xuanxian, a desolate battlefield appeared. The battlefield was crisscrossed with swords, spears, and lances, chaotically scattered with broken shields and armor...

The weapons were all shattered, rusted and mottled.

In Lü Xuanxian’s pupils flowed countless white tadpole-like chaotic shadows...

These chaotic shadows emitted a Divine Soul fluctuation similar to Lü Xuanxian’s aura, yet far inferior, much like Qing Hancheng’s Withered and Flourishing Sword.

In the next moment, Lü Xuanxian slightly lowered his halberd.

Then, all the countless weapons flew up with a whoosh, surrounded Lü Xuanxian like stars surrounding the moon, swiftly moving behind him, where they hovered and rotated with a "ka-ka," forming circle upon circle of weapon rings like old tree rings.

The rings were several dozen zhang in length and width, slowly revolving, massive and majestic.

In comparison, Lü Xuanxian and Li Yuan seemed like ants.

Each weapon within these weapon rings carried the power of Lü Xuanxian’s normal attack.

If they all poured down, it would be akin to hundreds or thousands of Lü Xuanxians striking together.

In such a situation, even if Li Yuan had Three Heads and Six Arms, he would be doomed.

But Li Yuan was not idle; as soon as he saw this scenery forming, he began doing something he intended to do in front of the General’s Mansion of Mingyue Prefecture on the Hanzhou Path but hadn’t done.

That day... Enveloped in hesitation at the General’s Mansion.

But today... here, after the great battle, his heart was set.

That day, he extracted the Yin Qi from the General’s Mansion. The General was unwilling, and he didn’t want conflict, so he left.

But today, he would borrow some of Lady Yan’s Yin Qi.

Whether she was willing, Li Yuan never doubted.

Beneath the vast earth, in the depths of the soil, enormous Yin Qi linked towards the distant Black and White Ghost Realm World...

The Yin Qi here, compared to the Blood Temple, was not only on par but even superior.

Li Yuan, with a thought, used a strand of Yin Qi from Yan Yu as a guide and began to draw upon the Yin Qi beneath the earth.

This scene, he had already rehearsed countless times in his mind, even in a secret chamber.

Tai Chi, Yin Yang Fish, flashed quickly in his mind.

Fire... within his heart.

And Yin Qi, upon his Divine Soul.

The underground Yin Qi gathered around him, seemingly sculpting his Divine Soul like crafting an Evil Ghost, magnifying his original "obsession" and "expertise" to madness...

This scene left Evil Ghost Lü Xuanxian dumbfounded.

Soon after, a look of solemnity and puzzlement emerged in his eyes.

Perhaps he was pondering, "Clearly a living person, how could he appear like an obsession fallen into the Land of Extreme Yin?"

When an obsession is sculpted by Yin Qi, it results in the formation of an Evil Ghost.

Yet, this had nothing to do with the living.

But the person before him was doing just that.

Perhaps he was thinking of something else.

No sooner said than done.

The "battlefield" around Evil Ghost Lü Xuanxian and the "Artifact Wheel" behind him had fully formed.

However, Li Yuan’s side was also complete...

It was as if the two had withdrawn separately, honed their technique, and simultaneously finished.

Lü Xuanxian, bearing the "Artifact Wheel of dozens of zhang," stood atop the battlefield, his eyes open wide in astonishment at the presence opposing him...

The skull on his neck had a vertical pupil appear in its forehead.

The pupil, seeming ethereal yet real, hung high above—a non-physical eye formed from Yin Qi attached to the Divine Soul.

Below, the body was stimulated, sparking a surge of flames.

Flame Body, White Pupil...

Or rather, Yang Body, Yin Pupil.

The two were in stark opposition yet strangely fused together, and their connection point was... the blade.

The blade in Li Yuan’s hand was constantly washed by Yin and Yang Qi, mystical beyond measure.

But upon closer examination, one could see the Yin Qi stopped at the hand grasping the hilt, and the hilt itself.

While the Yang Qi fluidly circulated over the blade.

Evil Ghost Lü Xuanxian frowned upon seeing him, seemingly perplexed by something beyond comprehension.

Yet, Li Yuan, paying no heed, stepped forward decisively.

Thus, Evil Ghost Lü Xuanxian made his move.

The sky was filled with weapons that fell like a rainstorm, yet like bees patrolling a hive, each strike didn’t completely settle but after attacking, they would lower, raise, whirl, and continue their assault.

However, the burning Li Yuan’s vertical pupils widened.

Every attack in his eyes transformed into the pure circulation of Qi, interwoven like a massive spider web.

Though dense, he could clearly perceive the gaps.

Therefore, faced with this mountain of blades and rain of swords, he calmly took a step forward, narrowly avoiding dozens of attacks.

He then lightly pointed a finger forward, touching a particularly fierce Rusted Sword shooting towards him.

Despite the fierce impact, Li Yuan’s finger remained outside the range of aggression...

Clink.

With a gentle flick, the Rusted Sword veered off course, dropping diagonally to the ground with a thud...

He progressed unscathed, sidestepping the wildly dancing Sword Sect.

In the battlefield that held no discernible path, he walked step by step toward the one controlling everything, Lü Xuanxian, then raised his sword, vertical pupils locking onto Lü Xuanxian.

Lü Xuanxian showed no fear, his eyes fervent, wildly slashing his halberd.

The weapons, which had been rotating and whizzing about, abruptly halted, then all turned, aiming in unison to stab at Li Yuan as if performing "All Weapons Return to the Root," intending to bury this formidable adversary in the cold embrace of weapons.