Chapter 139: The So-Called Opportunity (Part Two)

"Heh-heh-heh-heh..."

The three-meter-tall "Wan Niang" let out a desolate, piercing laugh as she stared right at me.

Her eyes were no longer watery and filled with tender affection as they had been before; even when stern, they used to possess a captivating charm that made one want to conquer her. But now, Wan Niang's eyes had completely transformed into a pair of blood-red, gigantic spheres, each easily the size of a strong man's fist. These fist-sized orbs were entirely crimson red. At a glance, one might mistake them for lanterns, but upon closer inspection, they became infinitely more terrifying. For across the surface of Wan Niang's eyes were countless tiny eyes, each only the size of a fingernail. Yet they were incredibly lifelike, every single one flashing with eerie lights—green lights, purple lights—altogether making those eyes look exceptionally fierce and hair-raising.

The moment that pair of eyes locked onto me, I felt as though countless searchlights had instantly illuminated my body, piercing straight through me.

"Yang Dong, today is your day to die!"

When this voice echoed, I could barely hold my ground, my entire body jolting violently. At that moment, I truly grasped the terrifying power of public condemnation; the very instant Wan Niang opened her mouth, something resembling the body of a giant octopus burst forth from within, instantly spawning countless tentacles, every single one of them covered in a multitude of mouths.

And that voice had originated from those very mouths.

I took two steps back. Xiyue and Chen Chuyi, who had been standing behind me, had already retreated far away, for this was likely the first time Chen Chuyi had ever witnessed such a spectacle.

"Your time is up!"

"Die!"

As those synchronized voices rang out syllable by syllable, that horrifying entity stepped forward bit by bit. For a moment, my entire body trembled violently. Even with Tu and Nie Xiaoke helping me resist this terrifying pressure, upon laying eyes on such a bizarre and colossal monstrosity for the first time, I was still gripped by profound dread.

Hum!

Right at that moment, having swollen with the mass of malevolent spirits, Wan Niang stopped just two meters away from me, and I could already feel an overwhelming, inexplicable wave of crisis.

"Young master, calm your heart. All of this is merely an illusion. Leave the rest to me."

I nodded, knowing well that Nie Xiaoke, blessed by ancient Buddhist light, held an absolute advantage when confronting such dark malice.

At this juncture, the conflict had escalated into a clash between grievance and malice on one side, and benevolence on the other—in short, a battle between good and evil. While it seemed utterly bizarre and irreconcilable on the surface, the underlying principle was actually quite simple, much like a person deciding whether to take a certain action.

If thoughts of benevolence dominated their heart, they would commit a good and virtuous deed. But if malicious thoughts took the upper hand, they would commit an evil act. Furthermore, good and evil could be accumulated and transformed; over time, the accumulation of small acts of kindness leads to great virtue, just as the accumulation of small wicked deeds results in monstrous evil.

The "Wan Niang" before me had accumulated countless acts of malice to form this supreme evil, which was why she had morphed into her current state.

"Go to hell!"

Those countless hoarse voices merged into a wretched, discordant chorus that made the hairs on my entire body stand on end.

Before I could even dodge, that terrifying, massive hand descended vertically from above. Those were no longer slender fingers like those of a delicate maiden, but hardened, razor-sharp claws, resembling those of a fiend from the netherworld, lunging straight to grab me.

"Master, steady yourself. It's coming!"

I nodded, and with a soft hum, my body shot backward while that horrifying hand, formed from a condensed mass of grievances and vengeful spirits, frantically pursued and lunged at me.

A golden opportunity!

I shuddered slightly, swiftly darted to the side, and willed the Sword of All Living Beings in my hand to shoot forward. In an instant, the previously shattered sections of the sword rapidly melded to form a complete blade.

Swish!

The Sword of All Living Beings pierced straight through the arm formed by coalesced grievances, piercing through the entire limb without the slightest resistance.

Ah!

Ugh!

Wan Niang retreated continuously, her entire body shaking violently. She likely never imagined that the seemingly insignificant, broken sword in my hand could pierce right through her arm.

"Die! Die!"

"All of you must die!"

The vengeful thoughts shrieked continuously. At the same time, Wan Niang opened her mouth wide, and her body swelled once more, expanding from three meters to five meters. With a slight shudder of her pierced arm, accompanied by a hissing, crackling sound, the limb regenerated before my eyes.

Moreover, a long sword slowly materialized in her grasp. The entire weapon—blade and hilt alike—was formed from congealed human skulls, and this time, it possessed a tangible, physical existence.

In a place thick with the convergence of vengeful spirits, the appearance of a physical entity entirely condensed from such dark souls was hardly surprising; it was a completely natural occurrence. After all, even the air could be compressed to generate energy, let alone human souls, which embodied spiritual essence. These restless spirits, unable to find peace or enter the cycle of reincarnation year after year, would inevitably begin to form a hierarchy, engaging in the survival of the fittest. The ultimate survivors would be the finest and most formidable souls. Wan Niang had been born under precisely such conditions. I simply could not understand how the kind-hearted Wan Niang had managed to escape this place. It seemed she must have reincarnated as a human after leaving, otherwise, how else could Yinyin have come into existence?

The moment I thought of Yinyin, my mind immediately drifted to the Shadowless Village from my memories—to that little girl who had guided the way for me there.

Did she also go by the name Yinyin?

Bang! I threw myself awkwardly onto the ground, narrowly dodging a downward slash aimed squarely at my head.

Biting down on my middle finger, I smeared a drop of blood onto the Sword of All Living Beings and traced a Ghost-Breaking Incantation of the Jiazi Cycle. This imbued the weapon with the power of my own vital blood essence. True to expectation, the Sword of All Living Beings instantly burst forth with a brilliant radiance, vibrating violently in my grip and emitting a low, resounding hum.

"Young master, step back!"

Hearing Nie Xiaoke's warning, Wan Niang launched another frantic, downward overhead slash toward me. Her murderous aura surged to the heavens, and the surrounding space crackled incessantly as terrifying arcs of light condensed in the air.

At Nie Xiaoke's instruction, I quickly retreated several steps. With a swift swish, I loosened my grip, and the Sword of All Living Beings flew straight out of my hand.

Clang!

The pitch-black skull sword collided with the pristine, golden blade. Instantly, a series of explosive shockwaves rippled through the surrounding space, and ten thousand rays of golden light erupted, transforming into the manifestation of an ancient Buddha. Its eyes sharp as swords, the Buddha reached out and crushed the pitch-black skull sword to pieces with a single grasp.

Bang!

Crack!

Wan Niang staggered backward repeatedly, and the dense swarm of vengeful spirits swirling around her body began to scatter and unravel piece by piece...