Free Web NovelChapter 1292: Chapter 1286:
Feng Xi stepped into the path on the right.
Suddenly, a flash of light appeared, and his entire being was absorbed into the path on the right.
Everything seemed like a fleeting shadow; Monk Fengxi disappeared.
At the fork in the road, only the carriage remained, parked there in isolation.
"I thought that bald monk had extraordinary abilities, but now it seems, he’s just so-so."
Seeing Monk Fengxi vanish without a trace.
The shadow finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Initially, he thought that the monks of Taichang Temple were extraordinary.
Now it seems even the Minister of Imperial Sacrificial Worship isn’t impressive.
The shadow strolled to the front of the carriage.
Inside the carriage, Lady Shifei leaned against the carriage wall; she seemed to have heard some commotion just now.
Unfortunately, the words were too unclear; she vaguely heard two people’s voices.
Master Fengxi said there was a passerby.
But Shifei felt a chill approaching persistently.
She couldn’t help but shiver.
The narrow carriage became very eerie, even more frightening than the previous Heavenly Prison.
She didn’t hear footsteps, but she sensed a presence approaching.
"Lady Shifei, come out of the carriage. Do you really want me to act personally?"
The shadow, receiving no response, reached for the carriage’s curtain.
Suddenly, the carriage curtain moved as if by wind, and thousands of beams of golden light burst forth.
The shadow let out a miserable cry.
The golden light was as fierce as the most intense fire, causing his hand excruciating pain.
He clutched his right hand.
His hand transformed rapidly.
From its original human appearance, it quickly became hideous, the skin wrinkled, covered in scales; it was no human hand, but a claw.
Inside the carriage, Lady Shifei was also greatly frightened.
She heard the cries from outside.
"Fengxi... Master Fengxi?"
Lady Shifei softly called.
"Amitabha, Lady Shifei, remain calm, I was merely scouting the path."
From an unknown direction, Feng Xi’s voice came.
The shadow was shocked.
That monk, he isn’t dead yet!
How could it be? He clearly stepped onto the Yin Yang Road, how is he still alive?
"Bald monk, stop pretending to be mysterious; if you have the ability, come out from the Yin Yang Road."
The shadow looked at his own battered claw, then at the carriage, his eyes filled with frustration.
That monk was truly sly, even tampering with the carriage.
It must be an immensely powerful Spirit Light Barrier, not easily breached.
Had he known earlier, he wouldn’t have agreed with Empress Feng.
However, he could not believe that with his skills, he couldn’t break this damned thing.
The shadow stood up.
He circled the carriage, letting out a sharp whistle.
In the dark night, the whistle was piercing, disappearing into the mist.
On the street, Xin Lin was swiftly threading through.
She was searching for the disappeared carriage.
The senses of Monk Fengxi and Lady Shifei had vanished.
The opposing Enchanting Spell’s power was astonishing.
At this moment, her scalp tingled as she heard a strange sound.
The sound was like a whistle.
Immediately afterward, Xin Lin saw the ground behaving anomalously.
With crackling noises, the ground split open.
From the fissures, wisps of souls floated out.
The souls rapidly coalesced.
Right under Xin Lin’s watchful eyes, they formed into male and female shapes, or old and young, wisp by wisp; these were Yin Sha.
The Yin Sha swiftly merged into the mist, converging towards a certain direction within the fog.
