Chapter 2057: Banan Border, Overlapping Cases
Chapter 2057: Chapter 2057: Banan Border, Overlapping Cases
Ning Chenxin, along with Gu You and five other senior brothers and sisters, ascended on clouds directly to the summit of Righteous Peak.The closer they got to the peak, the denser the majestic and righteous aura that swept through their souls became.
After passing through the final layer of clouds, a fantastic scene suddenly appeared before them.
The summit was not pointed but a broad and flat jade platform, with the Righteous Pool at its center.
The pool was small, spanning no more than thirty feet, and its water was neither clear nor emerald green but a milky white, smooth as jade and viscous in texture.
Above the pool surface, a gentle white light misted, pure and untainted, calming the mind and banishing distractions with just a glance.
This was an extremely concentrated Noble Spirit!
A few ancient trees, unknown in variety, with sparse yet powerful branches and leaves, adorned the pool edge, their leaves tinged with a milky halo.
At this moment, Qingcheng Old Daoist sat cross-legged beside the Righteous Pool, looking solemn.
Suspended three inches above the pool water in front of him was the horsetail whisk. Thousands of green silk threads hung down, weaving into a fist-sized cocoon of light that was soaking in the milky pool water.
Within the light cocoon, a dark red mist could faintly be seen, violently thrashing around, morphing into the twisted, sinister face of a handsome man, yet unable to break through the binding green silk, sizzling and emitting black smoke when burned by the white light from the pool, and then purified, disappearing without a trace.
"Temple Master." Lu Mingyuan and the others greeted respectfully.
Qingcheng Old Daoist nodded slightly but did not move his gaze from the cocoon, speaking in a deep voice: "It’s just right, let you see how pitiful this evil spirit is before the genuine righteousness of heaven and earth."
Having said that, Qingcheng Old Daoist gestured as if wielding a sword towards the Righteous Pool.
The milky pool water suddenly brightened, as if driven by an invisible force, turning into several gentle yet tough streams of light, entwining the green cocoon.
The moment the streams of light permeated the gaps between the green threads and touched the inner dark red mist—
"Ah——!!!"
A piercing scream, inhumanly shrill, burst from the cocoon; the dark red mist boiled and contracted violently, the handsome man’s phantom gathering and dispersing intermittently, his face contorted in extreme agony.
"Qingcheng Old Daoist! Kill me! If you dare, just kill me! Throw my soul into this Righteous Pool, let it suffer day and night this Noble Spirit’s burning pain. What kind of righteous path do you claim!" The evil cultivator’s soul shrieked venomously, voice filled with endless pain and hatred.
Qingcheng Old Daoist’s expression remained unchanged, speaking coldly: "Kill you? That would be too easy. Using the blood and souls of countless creatures to cultivate evil techniques, committing boundless slaughter, even your soul dissipating is not enough to atone for such sins."