I Am Your Natural Enemy

The title’s Special Effects were triggered by this high-frequency, sustained damage.

There was a 20% chance of triggering the Nether Path Soul Lamp, which could seal one ghost deity and turn it into a Nether Path Soul Lamp.

The Night Vigil Deity, over thirty meters tall, kept shrinking.

Within just a dozen seconds, all that remained was a stone sculpture over three meters tall.

The Stone Sculpture was humanoid. It wore a veiled hat and a long robe. There was a large hole in its chest and abdomen, and the lower part of its left leg, from the knee down, was completely gone.

The Stone Sculpture held its head slightly tilted back, mouth wide open, as if howling in sorrow.

Inside its mouth, a wick resembling flesh and blood burned calmly with a ghastly green flame.

Ma Mingzi, controlled by Seventh Great-Uncle Master, stared dumbly at this scene, no longer the rampant figure he was before.

Wen Yan approached with long strides, as if single-handedly holding up the Sun, like a Martial God.

No one understood why this was happening.

Why the Night Vigil Deity, which had only been injured by missiles, seemed so vulnerable against Wen Yan.

Wen Yan glanced up the mountain and then turned to look at Ma Mingzi.

”If you had another ordinary Night Vigil Deity with a body of flesh and blood, I would turn and leave,” he said.

”Unfortunately, this Night Vigil Deity named You Guang is essentially just an Evil Ghost.

You’ve probably forgotten that the place I come from is known as the Forbidden Land of Evil Ghosts.

The thing I fear least is Evil Ghosts.”

Wen Yan looked back up the mountain. Already, a number of Taoists were running down from it.

Wen Yan paid no heed to those ordinary Taoists with their complex expressions, instead heading towards the top of the stairs.

The Taiyi Observation Master stood at the head of the stairs, watching Wen Yan from afar.

Then, a rare prompt concerning a Taoist appeared for Wen Yan.

”Taoist (Impart Teaching).”

”Taiyi Observation Master, the custodian of the Mount Zhongnan lineage.

As a monastic Taoist, he spent his life striving to glorify his sect.

As time passed, he gradually strayed from the path. One mistake meant no turning back.

The deeper he sank, the more twisted he became, until he stepped into the bottomless Abyss.

As a Daoist Master, he bears the Southern Light Northern Dipper Talisman and also practices the Flying Sword Technique.

At the same time, he holds the authority to teach his disciples and Impart Teaching to them.”

”He has already succumbed to his inner demons and is reckless; for his goals, he is ready to give up everything.

After exhausting all his options, he will make one final wager.

He will bet his own life and the entire Taiyi Observatory to snuff you out.

He believes that sooner or later, like the Thirteenth Ancestor of Fuyu, you will swear a grand vow and blaze a new trail. This would upend the very foundation of their existence.”

”Temporary Ability.

1: Summon Divinity.

2: strip.”

The moment Wen Yan saw the prompt, he sensed a piercing malice locking onto him.

The nail on his left middle finger instantly grew three inches, shining with a metallic gloss.

He lifted his left hand, and the nail, moving of its own accord, began to swing in front of him.

DING, DING, DING! The dense sound of clashing metal rang out, and sparks flew in all directions.

A small, black Flying Sword, darting like a fish, was sent flying backward.

In just a second, the Flying Sword had collided with his nail more than a dozen times.

”Ji Mingzi!” Eighth Great-Uncle Master roared, and the ground beneath him suddenly burst open, releasing a surge of fierce power.

In the blink of an eye, Eighth Great-Uncle Master appeared before Wen Yan, his face already revealing his true form as a Great Zombie, a deadly aura billowing around him.

The small, dark Flying Sword had pierced Eighth Great-Uncle Master’s cheek, but he had firmly bitten down on it.

His interlocking sharp teeth clamped the Flying Sword in place.

CRACK! A fracture appeared on the Flying Sword.

The Flying Sword, once full of spirituality, instantly lost its luster and became utterly lifeless.

With a forceful effort, Eighth Great-Uncle Master bit the Flying Sword into two pieces.

Eighth Great-Uncle Master took the two halves of the Flying Sword and casually stored them away.

After all, Fuyu Mountain also had Third Great-uncle Master, who specialized in Flying Swords. Eighth Great-Uncle Master had long since lost count of how many times he’d fought against Flying Swords and naturally knew how to deal with them.