One Hundred and Fifty-One: Fierce Battle Against the Left General

Luo Huawu raised the Dancing Immortal Furnace, halting her steps. Her intoxicated gaze betrayed everything she felt as she asked earnestly, "Are you sure you won't beg me? What if I turn around and leave right now?"

"Aren't you supposed to be the maid serving me?"

"That's right. I can take care of you and guide you, but I never agreed to be responsible for anyone else's life. Tell me, am I right?"

Luo Huawu giggled, covering her mouth with a smile, until she was laughing as brightly as blooming flowers swaying in the wind. She was willing to bet, and she knew she would win!

"You crazy woman!" Wuyun roared in anger. Watching Luo Huawu turn to leave, an intense conflict raged within him. "What on earth do you want?"

"To take care of you properly, and be your personal maid!"

"Speak like a sane person!"

Just as Wuyun reached the peak of his exasperation, the Emperor Artifact emanated a crushing pressure. He intended to detonate the Emperor Artifact and use its explosion to obliterate everything in his path.

However, the self-detonation of the Emperor Artifact was suppressed by a triumphant Ju Mo using the full force of his stellar core energy, as if echoing Luo Huawu's words.

"Migula liqi, stongsiqi." Luo Huawu uttered the final sounds she had heard. Wuyun reacted as if struck by lightning; a golden glow flashed across his mind, and he muttered to himself, "Damn it, she really did place a restriction within my soul!"

Hearing this, Luo Huawu looked puzzled.

Yet she continued to turn away. The moment her protective divine sense withdrew from Wuyun, the latter finally spoke up, "Whatever you want, I will give it to you!"

"Really?" Yue Luowu pointed a finger, shattering the constraints trapping Wuyun's physical body. Like a carp leaping through the dragon gate, he instantly bolted away.

Indeed, he tore through space, and while fleeing, he rescued Dragon One, Old Bear Three, and the others. Afterward, when he emerged once more, Yue Luowu and Ju Mo were locked in a fierce battle!

The reason for Ju Mo's attack was simple—she should not have allowed Wuyun to escape.

The answer provided by Yue Luowu was equally clear—when you came to me seeking medicine, you incurred a debt of gratitude.

General Zuo brandished the second-grade triangular spear in his hand. Although it fell short in quality compared to the opponent's Eighth-Turn Rebirth Elixir Furnace, it was infused with the might of the stars, truly unleashing a blow akin to a pseudo-emperor.

Surrounded and suppressed by the stellar core's power, Yue Luowu found herself at a disadvantage. The reason she had refused Wuyun's pleas for help earlier was also related to this stellar energy.

On her native planet, she could continuously draw upon the power of the stellar core, but once she left, every bit used was gone for good. Once it was exhausted, how could she combine her momentum with stellar energy to provoke the Emperor Tribulation?

During the battle, the heavens collapsed and the earth ruptured. The entire mountain stream was flattened, and from a crater hundreds of thousands of meters deep, molten magma surged forth.

In the mortal realm, such magma would erupt violently, but in the immortal realm, the magma took on physical forms carrying veins of immortal energy, only to be frozen mid-air and fall crashing back down.

Numerous spiritual treasures flew into the air, and fire fiends and other spirits fled in panic. Goblins, demons, and wicked entities of all kinds were caught in the collateral damage of the Immortal Kings' war.

While they fought, ten Mysterious Immortals in the sky launched an attack on the escaping Wuyun, only to be swallowed up by a pouch in the latter's hand, falling instantly silent.

"Sacrifice!"

Wuyun shouted aloud. The souls and limbs of the ten intruding Mysterious Immortals suddenly disintegrated. This horrifying sacrificial art made Gantu and the others wonder: could this truly still be that innocent and brave senior Wuyun?

Yes! It was senior Wuyun in a state of drunkenness!

Old Bear Three felt a surge of excitement within his heart, pointing at Wuyun and boasting, "Look, even a holy Buddha harbors darkness in his heart. When suppressed for too long, it cannot be contained."

Encouraged by his cheering, Wuyun's actions grew even more frantic. His pulverized body and the souls of the ten Mysterious Immortals slowly rose into the air. At the same time, a tear ripped open across the sky, as if Wuyun were summoning something out from within the spatial tunnel.

"Whatever the Emperor Serpent can provoke, I can too! I understand far more than she does!"

A gigantic eye emerged, glowing a fierce, fiery red. As Gantu looked closely, terror gripped his heart—this was actually the crimson eye formed within the Heavenly Tribulation.

A beam of blood-red light descended, and the ten Mysterious Immortals vanished instantly. Then, Wuyun pointed at Ju Mo, who was locked in combat with Luo Huawu. A thread, impossibly slender, materialized from Ju Mo and slowly began to fade.

Do not underestimate this ray of light. Amidst his battle with Luo Huawu, every hair on Ju Mo's body stood on end as streams of stellar core energy surged into him, tearing open space and opening numerous pathways.

He even plunged headfirst through layers of dimensional space in an attempt to shake it off, but a bizarre phenomenon occurred: this dark golden light ray acted like his very shadow, clinging to him inextricably and following his every move.

An ominous premonition rose within him; if he were struck by it, catastrophic consequences would surely follow.

General Zuo retreated in defeat, shifting through space until he suddenly bypassed Luo Huawu and reappeared directly behind Wuyun.

This calamity had been brought about by Wuyun. If he hid behind the other man and allowed the dark golden light ray to pass through him instead...

The thought had barely formed before Ju Mo executed his strategy of deflecting the disaster. He flashed before Wuyun. Just as Wuyun raised his Emperor Artifact to strike him, Ju Mo abruptly vanished and reappeared behind Wuyun.

In a fraction of a second, less than a second, the dark golden light ray pierced into Wuyun's body. Instantly, Wuyun acted as though he had consumed a supreme restorative pill; his immortal energy surged violently, rocketing straight to the mid-to-late Mysterious Immortal stage!

Upon reaching the Mysterious Immortal realm, the immortal arts cast by Wuyun ascended to a higher level. In particular, his control over the Emperor Artifact unlocked nearly half of its permissions, a spectacle that left Ju Mo deeply perplexed.

Why did something extremely perilous to him, once driven into Wuyun's body, instead act like a bestowed divine heritage, imbuing him with boundless magical power?

"Hahaha!"

Wuyun laughed wildly. Seeing that Ju Mo hesitated and had not fled, he spoke with unbridled arrogance, "I heard the Emperor Serpent can sacrifice the dragon race in exchange for equivalent cultivation. Such a little trick is well within my repertoire!"

"Your Third Immortal Realm has already been invaded by the evil forces lingering in the spatial fringe of the God Realm. As time goes on, this evil force will eventually erode inward. When that day comes, it will be a catastrophe."

"And this dark golden ray of light is a reward for the sacrificer, as well as a punishment to spy upon the enemy. If you had been struck by it, at worst your soul would have been thrown into turmoil, requiring a mere hundred years of recuperation. How laughable that you deliberately tried to trick me into taking it..."

Faced with Wuyun's mockery, Ju Mo grew solemn once more. He raised his triangular spear high, stretching it tens of thousands of meters in length, wrapped in crackling lightning and various malevolent gale forces.

A wisp of grand law surged into it, accompanied by boundless stellar core energy. The triangular spear transformed into a colossal pillar of light, pointing directly at Wuyun and unleashing a world-shaking strike.

This was Ju Mo's greatest divine ability; this single blow represented his ultimate power. If he failed to kill his opponent or overcome the Emperor Artifact, he would rely on his identity as a stellar lord to activate the planetary grand array and go into hiding.

The heaven-shaking blow descended like a newborn star, wreathed in raging flames, within which manifested myriad gargantuan arrays that left no room for evasion.

Before the attack even arrived, the massive spiritual collision hit first. Wuyun raised his Emperor Pouch, drawing all the attacking force directly inside to batter the various living entities born within the Emperor Artifact.

Countless entities could not withstand the impact and perished on the spot, while many others slowly grew stronger through the resistance, awakening the dormant cultivation techniques hidden within their bloodlines, evolving and grasping new spells.

To the interior of the Emperor Artifact, this was a disaster; but to the weapon spirit of the Emperor Artifact, it was an opportunity.

It could now control the entire Emperor Artifact more completely and perfectly, slowly reviving and growing steadily stronger.

However, following Ju Mo's soul attack came the array-based attack—a combination of over nine million mixed formations that caused countless cracks to spider-web across the entire space within the Emperor Pouch.

This was an attempt to shatter the internal rhythm of the Emperor Artifact.

Just as the weapon spirit of the Emperor Artifact failed to hold back and prepared to rely on the artifact's inherent power to resist, Ju Mo's third wave of attack arrived.

The malevolent gale-force energy wave!

This belonged to a dual-pronged attack capable of injuring both soul and physical body. For the weapon spirit, however, it served as a supreme tonic.

Everything has its conqueror; a weapon spirit was, by nature, the most peculiar malevolent sprite in heaven and earth.

As the Emperor Artifact's weapon spirit devoured this wave of attacks, the fourth wave arrived in the blink of an eye—a mixture of stellar energy and gale-force law energy. Blasting cold winds like razors smoothed and polished the distorted fissures in space.

Unless one could unlock eighty percent of the Emperor Artifact's potential, this wave could not be resisted. Using the Emperor Artifact to forcibly parry it would inevitably drive the artifact into a spatial tunnel, plunging it into mortal peril.

While Wuyun struggled bitterly in defense, Luo Huawu rushed to his side, pushing her own divine abilities and law energies to their absolute limits.

Yet her laws and abilities were suited for divine herbs and immortal trees; her life-force could merely shorten the time required for them to mature. Pitted against enemies, unless she attained the realm of Emperor—where her life-force would manipulate time and manifest a powerful aging curse—she was at a disadvantage.

"You won't hold out either!" Wuyun smiled foolishly, reeking of alcohol. He tried to close in, but was blocked by the oppressive might of Luo Huawu's immortal artifact.

"Moon-Seven Avatar, if you have no other way, detonate your Emperor Artifact!"

Luo Huawu's natal weapon must never be detonated; she needed it to protect everyone else after Wuyun detonated his.

Moreover, the natal weapon she cultivated was forged from her own internal organs. Once destroyed, her cultivation would plummet back to the Qi Condensation stage, leaving her no different from a mortal.

Seeing his Emperor Artifact knocked flying by Ju Mo's single strike, Wuyun immediately transferred control of the artifact over to her.

In an instant, Luo Huawu gained complete ownership of the Myriad-Life Immortal-Transforming Emperor Artifact.

At this, Wuyun was stunned. He had only shared half the permissions; why had his own half vanished?

"I knew you weren't dead! You plundered my stellar core—this is a feud of life and death! Your arrival destroyed the sect I worked so hard to build. You are the ultimate culprit! We are irreconcilable enemies!" Though normally composed, she was now influenced by alcohol, and the message transmitted through her divine sense exploded in Wuyun's mind.

"You're biting the hand that feeds you!" Wuyun was left speechless and unable to refute. Before he could even mutter a reply, a massive shockwave swallowed him whole.

Armed with the Emperor Artifact, Luo Huawu unleashed her full firepower, only to discover that this Emperor Pouch was completely incompatible with her.

The weapon spirit inside was rejecting her, refusing to let her gain full mastery.

Even worse, while the Emperor Pouch was great for storing things, it could not withstand head-on attacks.

Earlier, when she had used it to swallow Ju Mo's full-strength blow, she had thought the might of the Emperor Pouch could neutralize it. Never had she imagined that the Emperor Pouch was like a hollow shell, suffering severe damage, while an unyielding, unerasable malevolent resentment eroded her controlling divine sense.

The spoils of war belonging to Granny Silk-White had all been transformed into venomous items, and the Emperor Artifact was no exception.

Had Wuyun not temporarily sealed it away using the Ten-Day Seal, how could Gantu ever have acquired four Emperor Artifacts?

Luo Huawu's fierce prowess left General Zuo inwardly solemn. Though he appeared crude on the surface, his mind was finer than the eye of an array. Such forbearance was something even Old Bear Three, who threaded needles for a living, could not match.

Among peers, an Immortal King wielding a second-grade immortal artifact was still no match for an opponent who had fused with a stellar core.

However, if one wielded an Emperor Artifact, they could fight such an opponent to a standstill.

On the other hand, Luo Huawu was not one for fierce combat. The immortal arts she had studied were all dedicated to immortal plants and herbs, earning her titles like the Medicine Immortal and Pill Immortal quite deservedly.

Having unleashed his ultimate strike, Ju Mo waved his hand, and a gigantic spatial rift materialized behind him.

This space connected directly to the stellar core, leaking strands of stellar energy laden with immense gravitational pull and heavy weight, shifting the colors within the spatial passage.