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Chapter 937: Chapter 937: The Marvel of Life and Death

The Entrapment Dragon Array? Zhong Shan had seen this feng shui array before. In the past, during the struggle for the "Earth Book" in the Small Thousand World, the feng shui master Shenxiu had set up this exact formation.

Back in the Small Thousand World, among the feng shui masters 'Heaven, Earth, Human, God, Ghost,' only Shenxiu knew this array. Hadn't Shenxiu died? His lineage should have ended.

But what was this? The Entrapment Dragon Array?

Could it be that the founder of Shenxiu's lineage had become an immortal and left the Small Thousand World eons ago?

No, Zhong Shan's expression suddenly changed.

Had Shenxiu really died? His death had seemed too easy, killed by a powerful figure from the underworld of the Small Thousand World. Even the lord of the Undying World, Ye Qingcheng, had respected him, calling him "Master Shenxiu," yet faced the elder of the Undying World, the Mirror Demon Master, with arrogance.

Shenxiu's strength was clearly far below the Mirror Demon Master's, yet Ye Qingcheng had addressed him with respect? There was something suspicious about his death!

Could it be that Shenxiu wasn't dead?—

In the Wind Burial Territory, Qingqiu!

At Sima Qing's residence, a man in a purple robe had arrived. He had no eyebrows, looked extremely robust, and the purple robe added to his air of mystery.

The courtyard was filled with jade platforms, shrouded in mist, adding to the mystique.

Sima Qing and the man in the purple robe both looked at one of the jade platforms.

Sima Qing couldn't discern anything, but the man in the purple robe appeared solemn.

"Master, has the Entrapment Dragon Array been activated?" Sima Qing asked.

"It has been activated, but there was an issue with Sima Zongheng's segment," the purple-robed man shook his head.

"Oh?" Sima Qing's expression changed.

"As long as Sima Yuan handles it quickly, this segment won't affect the overall plan," the purple-robed man said, shaking his head.

"That's good!" Sima Qing nodded.

"Master, your feng shui skills are extraordinary. I see you have no disciples. I have a cousin who is extremely talented. Would he be fortunate enough to become your disciple?" Sima Qing asked.

As he spoke, Sima Qing clapped his hands lightly.

A young boy soon walked over from a distance, his eyes full of intelligence, clearly a rare talent.

The purple-robed man looked at Sima Qing and shook his head, "My lineage has never had successors, and I do not need disciples."

"Well, it seems my cousin does not have that fortune," Sima Qing nodded.

With a wave of his hand, the young boy immediately left.

"Master, Qingqiu is about to change rulers. Would you be interested in staying here?" Sima Qing quickly asked.

"Qingqiu? Doesn't Qingqiu already have a feng shui master?" The purple-robed man said indifferently.

"Him? How can he compare to you? He only knows the superficial aspects of feng shui. Your feng shui skills are profound, and many techniques are unheard of! You are the true feng shui master!" Sima Qing praised quickly.

Shaking his head, the purple-robed man said calmly, "I am used to being free and unfettered. Don't say any more. Once you take over Qingqiu, I only need a hundred energy units."

Seeing the purple-robed man's refusal, Sima Qing frowned but ultimately nodded.

The terrifying Entrapment Dragon Array was in full effect.

Yellow fog permeated the area, obscuring everything in the distance. All that could be seen were powerful figures transforming into yellow dragons, forcibly altered by the array.

Back in the Small Thousand World, the victims were mere mortals, but here, even immortals were powerless to resist. This array was far more terrifying.

An ancient immortal, realizing the danger, saw no escape routes and abandoned the idea of seizing the Qiankun Cauldron. In a flash, he shot towards a distant direction, disappearing into the yellow fog.

"Roar!"

A deafening dragon's roar echoed, and out of the yellow fog emerged a massive yellow dragon, ten times the size of the others.

"Did that ancient immortal also turn into a yellow dragon?" someone exclaimed in shock.

"Even ancient immortals can be transformed? What kind of array is this?"

"I want to get out of here!"

People shouted in panic, their perception shattered by the horror before them.

But that wasn't all. In the distance, two yellow dragons merged upon contact.

"Whoosh!"

The two dragons fused into an even larger yellow dragon.

"Ah!" The assembled strongmen gasped in shock.

Fusion? These yellow dragons seemed to be merging endlessly, like rivers flowing into the sea.

The yellow fog approached, turning more strong figures into yellow dragons. Escape was impossible.

The sudden change terrified everyone.

The Burning Lamp observed coldly, unafraid. Had he still been at the ancient immortal level, he might have been concerned, but now he was an Ancestral Immortal, a true powerhouse of the Grand Thousand World.

Below the level of an Ancestral Immortal, all other powers were insignificant. Ancestral Immortals could wield the power of the Heavenly Dao, the greatest force in the world.

Only Ancestral Immortals could truly contend for supremacy. A feng shui array was merely an obstacle.

But who had set up this feng shui array?

As the Burning Lamp pondered, his expression changed. He turned to see the Primordial Holy King and the Nine-tailed Princess heading towards the Qiankun Cauldron.

"Boom!"

The Burning Lamp struck, and two streams of red energy shot through the void, hitting the two women.

"Ugh!" Both women spat blood simultaneously and collapsed weakly in front of the Qiankun Cauldron, heavily injured. Was this the difference between an Ancestral Immortal and an ancient immortal?

The Burning Lamp had only just broken through to the Ancestral Immortal level, yet the disparity was this vast?

The gap between an Ancestral Immortal and those below it was indeed like heaven and earth, a world apart.

Despair flickered in the eyes of the two women.

"Zhong Shan!" The Nine-tailed Princess suddenly called out.

"Throw us into the Qiankun Cauldron. The Qiankun Cauldron is invincible; even broken, it is a sage's treasure. The yellow fog won't harm us there!" The Primordial Holy King said.

Hearing this, many strong figures rushed towards them, clearly not wanting to be turned into yellow dragons.

"Hmph!" The Burning Lamp let out a cold snort.

Around Fang Mountain, a wave of red energy surged outward, sending all the incoming strong figures flying back.

"Ahhh!"

Screams filled the air as those enveloped by the yellow fog were transformed into cocoons, from which yellow dragons emerged. More and more yellow dragons appeared, growing larger and stronger as they gathered.

The Burning Lamp watched coldly.

Zhong Shan, however, had reached the two women. He picked them up, each in one arm, their frail bodies clinging weakly to his neck.

He walked towards the Qiankun Cauldron, preparing to place the two women inside.

"No one touches the Qiankun Cauldron!" The Burning Lamp suddenly turned towards Zhong Shan.

As he spoke, he reached out with a palm strike aimed at Zhong Shan.

With a stern expression, Zhong Shan threw the two women into the cauldron. At the same time, the four tails of his Baji Heavenly Tail, resembling the Four Swords of Execution, unleashed a powerful force against the Burning Lamp.

"Boom!"

With a tremendous explosion, the Burning Lamp's palm strike was repelled.

The Burning Lamp's face changed. He reached out with another palm strike, sending a stream of fiery red energy towards the Baji Heavenly Tail.

"Boom!"

Another enormous explosion occurred as the Baji Heavenly Tail was blasted to the ground, its eight tails going limp, its head drooping, severely injured.

Too powerful! Was this the might of an Ancestral Immortal? With just one strike, the Baji Heavenly Tail was defeated?

Zhong Shan's eyes widened in shock. This was the first time the Baji Heavenly Tail had ever been so severely wounded!

Ancestral Immortals were truly formidable.

With a single strike, the Baji Heavenly Tail seemed to lose all its strength. With a thought, Zhong Shan withdrew the Baji Heavenly Tail into his Niwan Palace for healing.

The disappearance of the Baji Heavenly Tail surprised the Burning Lamp.

Although he didn't know where it had gone, he knew it was severely injured and incapable of further resistance, just like the two women thrown into the Qiankun Cauldron. The Burning Lamp was confident they were now utterly powerless.

Only Zhong Shan remained? Zhong Shan, a mere Heavenly Immortal? Without the Baji Heavenly Tail, he was just a Heavenly Immortal!

As the Burning Lamp prepared to deal with Zhong Shan.

"Roar!"

A deep dragon's roar came from the north.

The yellow dragons had fused into one massive dragon. Almost all the ancient immortals had been transformed into yellow dragons, a sinister technique.

The yellow dragon seemed controlled, devoid of consciousness.

The once innumerable strong figures had all been transformed, and the yellow fog was gradually enveloping everything.

Even Fang Mountain was not exempt.

Only four people had not turned into dragons.

The Burning Lamp, with the power of an Ancestral Immortal, could wield the Heavenly Dao and had not transformed.

Sima Yuan and the Purple Cloud Sect Master had also not transformed.

And the last one, unexpectedly, was Zhong Shan. Standing on Fang Mountain, surrounded by the yellow fog, he too had not transformed.

Only one enormous yellow dragon remained. It slowly approached, exuding a vast aura.

The Burning Lamp looked at the three. Which one of them was the mastermind?

Suddenly, a golden light surrounded Sima Yuan, not just any light, but one with a metallic sheen. The golden light grew, and Sima Yuan charged into the yellow dragon.

Instantly, the yellow dragon's eyes gleamed with golden light, becoming bright and focused.

"Roar!"

The yellow dragon let out a triumphant roar, looking arrogantly at the Burning Lamp.

"Purple Cloud Sect Master, please eliminate Zhong Shan. I will handle the Burning Lamp!" The golden dragon suddenly spoke.