I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives

Chapter 617 - 484: Demon of Fate (Part 2)

The mountain villagers responded in unison, their voices loud and clear, "Yes! We obey orders!"

General You nodded slightly, his figure transforming into a gust of chilling wind, whistling towards the next checkpoint, the cold aura dissipating as he left.

Only after the eerie wind had entirely moved away did the mountain villagers slowly stand up, the vigilance on their faces not diminishing in the slightest; instead, they became even more focused.

"Damn, General You’s presence is truly terrifying, making my skin crawl every time he comes!"

"Of course! He’s General You, the foremost ghost under our Lord’s command, with strength unfathomable; each one of us was trained by General You!"

"Stay sharp! The General just said that anyone abandoning their posts will face military law. Nobody should think about slacking off!"

The mountain villagers dared not be negligent, forming patrol teams in better order, their steps steady, and their eyes sharper.

They meticulously examined every movement in the mountain forests, even the slightest gust of wind stirring the grass would heighten their alertness.

...

Inside the Mountain God Temple, the Mang Mountain Monarch still lay sprawled on the main seat, breathing steadily and deeply like an ancient, undisturbed pool.

Yet the oppressive aura emanating from its surroundings did not diminish at all; instead, over time, it became increasingly heavier, preventing the white mist within the hall from flowing.

It could clearly perceive every wisp of the wandering ghost divine souls on the conscious level, knowing their locations and states.

It could also vaguely sense every disturbance at each checkpoint on the material level, the patrols of the mountain villagers, even the winds and grasses, nothing could escape its perception.

This was its skill, using wandering ghosts to govern the domain of consciousness, using the relics of mountain tribes to control the material barriers, taking dual approaches, with multiple layers of checks, turning the entire Mang Mountain into an impregnable fortress.

In this world of dwindling Spiritual Qi and an obscured Great Dao, such defenses have almost reached the pinnacle of mortal power.

Whether it be divine soul infiltration or physical assault, attempting to break through these dual defenses is like ascending to the heavens, comparable to defying the heavens.

"Time to refine that Daoist."

As soon as the thought arose, the eerie wind surrounding the Mang Mountain Monarch suddenly froze, then swiftly retracted like a tide, all surging into its body.

It continued to maintain its prone stance, only the abdomen slightly undulating, emitting a low rumbling.

The next moment, its shadow deity transformed into a scarlet phantom about a yard high, descending within a small internal space.

This space was entirely golden, with densely packed obscure runes etched all over the walls.

In the center of the space, Li Guanlong’s shadow deity was tightly bound by three arm-thick golden chains.

Golden currents coursed along the chains, enveloping his shadow deity, causing him to let out heart-wrenching, piercing cries.

"Mountain Monarch, have mercy! Mountain Monarch, have mercy!"

Li Guanlong’s shadow deity was pale as a sheet of paper, the once fairly condensed shadow deity now slightly distorted, with signs of disintegration at the edges.

"I am willing to submit to the Mountain Monarch, to be a loyal servant!"

"I am well-versed in the Soul Locking Curse and Thunder Summoning Arts, I can also manage the incense affairs for the Mountain Monarch, I beg you to spare my life!"

The Mang Mountain Monarch’s voice, cold as ice, echoed within the enclosed space, devoid of any emotion:

"Willing to submit, very well."

Li Guanlong’s eyes just flickered with a glimmer of hope when he heard the other continue:

"However, I do not trust you. Would you be willing to become my wandering ghost?"

Wandering ghost?!

Li Guanlong trembled all over, his soul body shaking violently.

How could he not understand that wandering ghosts were muddled, enslaved puppets, devoid of intelligence, more painful than death!

He hurriedly tried to dissuade, his tone urgent:

"Mountain Monarch, if I become a wandering ghost, then my abilities would only retain a third, without a physical body, wouldn’t it be a waste?"

"If the Mountain Monarch allows me to return to my physical form, I am willing to establish a divine soul contract with you..."

His words were earnest, yet his mind had already calculated, once returned to his physical body, doing some tricks in secret, he might break free from this contract’s restraints.

Could these wild mountain demons possibly know the tricks of our Creek Mountain Sect?

"Impossible!"

The Mang Mountain Monarch’s voice was firm and unyielding, with no room for compromise:

"You will become my wandering ghost, and I have the means to preserve your intellect, memory, even the cultivation you had when you were alive."

It was willing to say more only for the hope that the other party would cooperate; forcibly offering sacrifices to refine a wandering ghost required forty-nine days.

If the other party cooperated, this time could be drastically reduced, and the refined wandering ghost would be more condensed.

But how could Li Guanlong believe, he still eloquently tried to persuade, attempting to change the Mang Mountain Monarch’s mind.

Time slowly passed, seeing that all his pleas were in vain, the fear in Li Guanlong’s eyes gradually transformed into determination.

He roared in his heart:

"Fine! Well, a fine Mang Mountain Monarch! Since you won’t spare me, then let’s perish together, I’ll make sure you won’t have an easy time!"

"You think sealing my shadow deity means foolproof? Ignorant demons, how could you understand the might of my sect!"

With this thought, Li Guanlong intended to mobilize the source of his shadow deity, invoking the Forbidden Technique taught by his sect — even if it means mutual destruction, he would make this demon pay the price!

But the next second, he was astonished to discover that the source of his shadow deity seemed to be frozen, no matter how he urged, it wouldn’t budge.

He was filled with disbelief:

"What is this place? Why can’t I activate the source Forbidden Technique?"

The Mang Mountain Monarch did not explain, but coldly inquired again: "This is your last chance, willing to cooperate?"

Li Guanlong gritted his teeth, eyes full of hatred, glared at it, refusing to nod.

The Mang Mountain Monarch observed, spoke no more, and lifted a finger.

Buzz~~

A soft hum, a palm-sized golden seal suddenly materialized in the center of the space.