C608 Crushing!

At the heart of Zhan Yun's art of Enchantment lay the haunting image of a woman's death deep within her gaze. She referred to these manifestations as 'Enchanted Demons,' each one a labor of love, the crystallized essence of her Dao, and the source of her formidable power.

Three hundred and sixty-five 'Enchanted Demons,' one for each day of the year, were at her command. With a call, she could summon any 'Enchanted Demon' to merge with the tripartite souls of Heaven, Earth, and Humanity, granting her the power to alter her form at will. Her visage, demeanor, intellect, and disposition could all be transformed to suit her desires.

Through the use of these 'Enchanted Demons,' Zhan Yun's Yin God and Yang God could morph into an array of different personas. Whether facing Zhongli, Yu Yuan, Xi Quan, Chen Qingyan, or any other, she tailored her approach to their individual moods, tastes, and aesthetic preferences.

To Yan Qiling and Zhongli, the master and disciple duo skilled in the art of spatial manipulation, Zhan Yun presented a varied appearance, expression, and character. Those who had encountered her in the vast expanse of the Boundless Land in her earlier years held a spectrum of opinions about her, all shaped by the diverse guises she adopted to engage with men from all walks of life.

In her early days, she could only enchant one man at a time, transforming herself only upon meeting the next. Now, her mastery had reached such heights that she could simultaneously cast a unique spell over hundreds within a single room, regardless of their gender, making each person perceive and feel her differently.

She wielded her 'Enchanted Demons' with precision, attuned to the preferences of others, effortlessly unlocking their hearts. She could inspire adoration in men and disarm any suspicion in women. Her Enchantment had indeed approached the realm of the Dao.

Yet, in this moment, as Zhan Yun locked eyes with Yu Yuan, the 'Enchanted Demons' emerging from the depths of her pupils were like fish gasping for life in a tank. Her once vibrant life force began to fade.

The Yin God, soaring towards Yu Yuan, disintegrated before reaching its target.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

As the Yin God dissipated, another illusory "enchantment" popped and vanished like a burst balloon.

Zhan Yun's vibrant Yang God, resplendent as a rainbow, was swiftly engulfed by the Ice Concubine, emerging from the Evil Cauldron with her ice-blue flames.

The seven-colored radiance was frozen solid and shattered, scattering under the relentless burn and crush of the ice-blue fire.

The Yin God, Yang God, and the true form of the Bright Sect all collapsed in unison.

The sect master of the Bright Sect, a great practitioner at the Unrestrained Stage, had languished in the Sword Prison for years. Drained of nearly all his blood, Qi, and soul force, he was left with a mere fraction of his power.

The Bright Sect, not known for their combat prowess, relied on their core practice of enchantment.

But with the enchantment rendered ineffective and suffering a severe backlash, coupled with insufficient combat strength, he was utterly defeated by Yu Yuan, with his eerie presence and deep, dark eyes, inside the Evil Cauldron.

Yu Yuan, with eyes as void as black holes, gazed impassively at Chung Miao.

Ever since the "Pirate Ship" incident, he had harbored ill intentions, aiming to use Chung Miao's blood to empower himself. Now, she regained a sliver of her senses.

Chung Miao jolted as though doused in ice water, her eyes suddenly lucid.

"Sister Zhao, the Sect, the Sect Master..."

She was bewildered, her gaze first falling on Zhao Jie, presumed dead, her sister Chung Mann who had stabbed her own neck, and the dazzling Yang God, now being pulverized by the Ice Concubine.

Then there were the "enchantments" within Zhan Yun's eyes, disintegrating one by one.

The demise of the "enchantments" held a clear meaning for Chung Miao, the Bright Sect's promising newcomer.

She abruptly realized that their sect, which had maneuvered through the shadows of the Boundless Land, manipulating the affairs of the Profound Sky Continent with their enchantment, was now on the brink of a catastrophic downfall.

With a heart heavy with bitterness, she glanced at Yu Yuan, standing like a drawn sword plunged straight into the heart of the Evil Cauldron.

"Why did I, and the Sect Master, have to provoke him of all people?"

Regret washed over her, filling Chung Miao with a bitterness as profound as if she had ingested millennia of wormwood.

If she could turn back time, she would never let Old Cash persuade her to knock on Yu Yuan's door.

Nor would she have repeatedly harbored ill intentions in the Crack Archipelago, scheming to seize something from Yu Yuan's grasp.

"Yu, Yu Yuan... No, that's not right..."

Chung Miao suddenly looked up, her gaze piercing the distance, and she shifted how she addressed him, "Lee Qi, can you spare our Bright Sect? Please, don't annihilate all the Enchanted Devils of our sect. Allow the Bright Sect to continue existing in the Boundless Land. Lee Qi, I'll call you Lee Qi, I'm begging you."

Tears threatened to spill as she employed another of the Bright Sect's enchantments, a ploy to elicit sympathy, pleading pitifully for mercy.

Yan Qiling's mouth twisted slightly as he spoke with cool detachment, "Facing death, and still you attempt to use enchantment to alter your fate. The Bright Sect, with its crooked ways, lacks the true essence of spiritual evil arts and deserves its fate."

Hovering above Sword Prison, a fat old man with a horsetail whisk chuckled, "Yu Yuan, Lee Qi? It seems to me you're confused about who you're really up against."

In his eyes, the one controlling the Evil Cauldron and on the brink of death was no longer Yu Yuan.

Lim Zhuyun, unpossessed by the Devaputra, might indeed be herself.

Yu Yuan, he was convinced, had been completely overtaken by the evil statue, a thousand percent possessed in mind and soul.

The evil statue had merely used spiritual evil arts to make Chi Hongyi and the Yin Corpse King submit to its will, without directly descending to replace them.

As a result, both the Yin Corpse King and Chi Hongyi appeared unchanged.

Yu Yuan was different.

The deep black of his pupils exuded a mysterious air, tinged with the darkest of intentions.

The fat old man, a veteran in judging character, discerned from these subtle differences that the Yu Yuan before him was no longer the true Yu Yuan.

Chung Miao's pleas for mercy to Yu Yuan and Lee Qi—had she not mistaken the person?

"The Bright Sect has deviated from the true path and does not deserve to exist in this world."

The voice was cold, carrying a unique cadence, as if a deity were addressing a worshipper, and it spoke softly to Chung Miao.

The piercing lute tore through Chung Miao's eardrums, its notes like arrows piercing straight to the heart, instantly penetrating her body and the very core of her consciousness and soul.

This prodigy of the Bright Sect, the lovely girl who sought to rapidly advance her realm through her sister's enchantment techniques, with a heart as ruthless and shadowy as her striking features, met her end in a mere moment.

"Hu!"

The Evil Cauldron, bearing Yu Yuan, glided forward with a gentle ease.

The dark cauldron skimmed over the top of Zhan Yun's head.

Zhan Yun's eyes, deep as ancient wells, were now void of the "beautiful devils" that once swam within, vanished without a trace.

In the instant those beautiful devils disappeared, the spark in Zhan Yun's eyes seemed to depart with them.

Zhan Yun stood in silence, her true form withered away. Her radiant Yang God body, shattered into oblivion by the Ice Concubine's extreme cold.

"Yu..."

Yan Qiling began to speak, his thoughts turning to the fat old man's words, but he abruptly halted, leaving his sentence unfinished.

The Evil Cauldron paused briefly in the void next to him before resuming its journey at its initial velocity.

Chi Hongyi and the Yin Corpse King, flanking the Evil Cauldron on either side, remained steadfast in their pursuit of Yu Yuan.

The colossal statue, carved from the Sword Prison, erupted from the earth and suspended itself in the air.

The statue, facing Yan Qiling, wore a grin, its fingers weaving a spell that steadied the mind and soothed the soul, as if it were watching over Yan Qiling.

Yan Qiling's face, previously frozen in tension, relaxed as Yu Yuan passed by, and he suddenly burst into an inexplicable chuckle.

"Another one."

The fat old man shook his head, exhaling a sigh tinged with regret.

His sigh was for Yan Qiling, a stranger to him yet a master of spatial power, a fellow traveler on the same path.

Now under the thrall of the evil statue, stripped of self, destined to become a mere puppet, he wondered if this loss would ripple through the Great Dao, lamenting the loss of a comrade on the journey.

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