THE FAIRIES I FLIRTED WITH IN THE GAME BECAME REAL?!

The demonic energy surging up from the grand altar all flowed into Temple-Sealer Jun’s headless corpse at this moment. This scene resembled the waters of a winding river merging into the ocean.

When Temple-Sealer Jun’s body fully resurrected, the sky above the altar, once thick with demonic energy almost solidifying into substance, surprisingly cleared up.

Temple-Sealer Jun’s headless corpse absorbed all the demonic energy within a hundred miles.

He stood quietly atop the altar, and with composure, he extended his right hand toward Li Muyang, demanding his head.

A powerful pressure descended upon Li Muyang.

Without the slightest hesitation, Li Muyang launched an attack directly at Temple-Sealer Jun.

In the ancient era of the immortals and gods, Temple-Sealer Jun was considered phenomenally talented. Though he never attained Dao and become an immortal, his combat prowess was comparable to that of a True Immortal.

The techniques he researched behind Black Cloud Fort changed the entire Tianyuan Continent in later generations; his legacy was everywhere in these lands.

The resurrected Temple-Sealer Jun, placed in today’s Dharma-Ending Age, was simply a dimensional suppression.

All the Sword Qi that Li Muyang released was easily dodged by the headless body of Temple-Sealer Jun.

Afterward, Temple-Sealer Jun shook his head and said, “The aura on you, young friend, reminds me of someone I once knew.”

“But unfortunately, you cannot be him.”

As he spoke, Temple-Sealer Jun vigorously raised the oddly-shaped artifact in his hand.

In an instant, a boundless pressure fell upon Li Muyang.

Caught off guard, Li Muyang was pressed to the ground, feeling as if a mountain had been placed upon him, an enormous weight rendering him unable to move.

Staring intently at the peculiar artifact in Temple-Sealer Jun’s hand, Li Muyang murmured, “Mountain-moving Order!”

The artifact in Temple-Sealer Jun’s hand seemed wrought of profound iron, its shape archaic, its surface rough, resembling a massive token.

But due to its enormous size, it seemed more like a door-like heavy sword than a token.

The Mountain-moving Order, a special artifact refined by Temple-Sealer Jun, could move mountains of the four seas to suppress enemies.

He had not expected to experience the power of this artifact today…

Li Muyang tried to break free and escape, but the space around him was locked down; he couldn’t transfer his Primordial Spirit out of his body, nor could he flee.

He was completely trapped.

As the mountain-like weight pressing down on him grew heavier, Li Muyang’s health rapidly declined.

Fairy Glaze and Nie Yubing immediately stepped forward to support him and attacked Temple-Sealer Jun’s headless corpse.

The three had fought through numerous challenges side by side to get here, their cooperation long since effortless.

However, Temple-Sealer Jun, standing on the altar, casually swung the Mountain-moving Order in his hand, and Fairy Glaze and Nie Yubing who flew toward him were both struck down, pinned by an invisible mountain just like Li Muyang.

Thus, the corpse of Temple-Sealer Jun easily suppressed the three of them from atop the altar.

Waving the Mountain-moving Order, he sensed something in the air for a while and said, “There’s an invisible restriction between heaven and earth.”

“My current strength is only… hmm… in the Eternal Constancy Realm?”

The headless corpse muttered to itself, “What sort of calamity has the world undergone after the dark disaster? Could it be that The Peaceful Realms have prevailed? Why has the restriction sealing heaven and earth changed to…”

Temple-Sealer Jun was clearly perplexed: “But I also can’t sense the presence of The Peaceful Realms.”

Temple-Sealer Jun’s words carried a wealth of information.

Li Muyang listened in shock—so the sealing restriction between heaven and earth was set by the deities from The Peaceful Realms?

Not the collective work of the ancient immortals?

He had always believed that this restriction was created by the ancient immortal sects.

Li Muyang tried to escape again, but the mountain pressing down on him made his bones creak violently.

This was the body of an Ancient Sword Immortal!

Yet even it could not withstand the pressure of Temple-Sealer Jun’s Mountain-moving Order…

Li Muyang shouted, “Temple-Sealing Duke! Do you still remember Jiang Xiaoyu of Black Cloud Fort?!”

“Peach Blossom Fairy hopes you would not do evil deeds, do you really want to let Peach Blossom Fairy down?”

“This emperor of the Lu Dynasty intends to slaughter all living beings. Our resistance against him is an act of enforcing the heavenly will!”

As an Ascendant, Li Muyang said these words with righteousness and vigor.

If the Heavenly Dao had no objections to the emperor’s conduct, it wouldn’t have allowed Li Muyang to intervene.

Stunned for a few seconds, the corpse atop the altar voiced its surprise, “…Jiang Xiaoyu?”

“To speak of Peach Blossom Fairy… Are you really that little trickster?”

“Fairy Qinghe was actually telling the truth, that you would resurrect after ten thousand years?”

The Temple-Sealing Duke was incredibly astonished and, waving the Mountain-moving Order, floated towards Li Muyang.

Crouching beside Li Muyang, the Temple-Sealing Duke carefully sensed his presence for a moment.

Then, he suddenly reached out a hand and a head flew out from within Li Muyang’s body.

This head, which had become an item in the system interface, was unexpectedly taken by him.

Li Muyang watched helplessly as one icon disappeared from his system inventory.

After taking the head, the Temple-Sealing Duke didn’t place the head back on his shoulders; instead, he raised it in his hand and poured a vast amount of demonic and evil Qi into it.

Soon enough, the head of the Temple-Sealing Duke revived and opened its eyes.

It looked at its own headless corpse and then surveyed the surroundings before saying, “The descendants of the demon clan actually resurrected me?”

As it spoke, the head of the Temple-Sealing Duke turned to its body and said, “But why resurrect me when you yourself have been revived?”

The head of the Temple-Sealing Duke actually sounded somewhat reproachful.

The headless body let out a laugh, “Don’t be hasty in getting angry. Let me ask you, is this person before us Jiang Xiaoyu?”

“You have stayed by his side for so long, you should recognize him.”

Faced with the body’s question, the head of the Temple-Sealing Duke then turned to Li Muyang.

The head, floating in mid-air, looking down at the suppressed Li Muyang, said, “Him?”

The Temple-Sealing Duke’s head shook slightly and continued, “Yes, but also no.”

“From the aura alone, similar.”

“But to say he is… yet he is not. In the end, whatever we say doesn’t count. Ask the ancestral spirits in the Ancient Grudge Well, they surely can provide an answer.”

Having said this, the head of the Temple-Sealing Duke closed its eyes, its aura fading rapidly.

The evil and demon Qi inside the head also swiftly flowed back into the headless body.

The headless body, which seemed to have its own independent personality like the head, was conversing with it.

Such a peculiar scene astonished Li Muyang.

After the Temple-Sealing Duke’s body finished its questioning, it reached out and held the head in hand.

The headless body, holding a dead man’s head, faced Li Muyang.

“Since you are Jiang Xiaoyu, I owe you a debt of gratitude.”

“This time, I have no wish to trouble you. Yet, the desires of a demonic cultivator’s son-in-law cannot be so easily discarded.”

“How about this, I propose a duel with you.”

Smiling, the Temple-Sealing Duke stretched out a hand towards Li Muyang and said, “If you win the duel, I will leave this place and no longer bother you.”

“But if you lose the gamble, I will activate the Mountain-moving Order and crush you three into dust!”

“What do you say? Do you dare to gamble?”

The headless body of the Temple-Sealing Duke issued the challenge.

Without hesitation, Li Muyang nodded, “I’ll gamble!”

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