Master of Strange Dao

With the addition of Zhong Shouzheng, there are now five Ninth Tier on each side.

The former incarnations had no time for words when facing the current incarnations and Ji Bochang; they immediately started fighting.

Zhong Shouzheng grabbed Yu Ziqing by the shoulder and instantly retreated hundreds of miles.

The four former incarnations fought against the four Langya Incarnations, Divine Light interwove, turning the night sky into a dazzling array of colors. The deafening roar, along with the fluctuations from the battle, turned everything around them into a tide of destruction.

The only thing that remained undamaged was the massive archway, standing unyielded, not even a tile on it was harmed.

The Ninth Tiers began their battle high in the sky, while those below Ninth Tier started their fights on the lower levels.

Ji Bochang stood in place, as his low-tier incarnations continuously fell to the ground.

His aura climbed rapidly, growing stronger incessantly.

Soon, he reached the Second Tribulation; by this time, all his incarnations below the Ninth Tier had fallen to the ground.

At this point, the surviving incarnations realized they weren't dead yet, but had lost all their cultivation and turned into mortals.

Their self-awareness was still present, but their Divine Souls were frail, and their consciousness blurry.

Ji Bochang acted too hastily; he dared not forcibly merge all aspects of the incarnations.

He could only merge part of the pure Divine Soul power, pure cultivation, and corresponding insights.

Without time to settle and completely assimilate everything, only the purest elements could be directly transformed into his power.

The life of an incarnation was too cluttered, to merge so many lifetimes' worth of gains all at once was more than he could bear.

After all, the trials and pains in one's life are valuable gains to a cultivator.

Yu Ziqing grinned and glanced at Zhong Shouzheng.

"Senior, thank you for your hard work."

Zhong Shouzheng sighed.

"I knew it, those easily earned Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures would definitely be paid back later."

Zhong Shouzheng charged out, while Yu Ziqing floated in mid-air alone, silently watching the battle.

Ji Bochang's four incarnations all seemed like new faces, likely not ones that often mingled outside; Yu Ziqing had no background information on them.

And most likely they were not from Daqian.

Because for all the publicly known Ninth Tiers of Daqian, whether they are part of a sect or a family, Yu Ziqing possessed their detailed background information if they were put forward as figureheads.

Even for those not publicly recognized as Ninth Tiers, Yu Ziqing still had basic information.

Knowing that the chief director would definitely have other Ninth Tier incarnations, how could Yu Ziqing not be prepared?

Unfortunately, Yu Ziqing's relations are just fine with Song Chengyue of the Daqian Jinyi Wei, so it was easy to get information.

As for the powerhouses from Dali, the Jinyi Wei didn't have such detailed information.

For many powerhouses, having detailed information might not even be useful; they all keep some secrets.

Yu Ziqing's Yin God opened its eyes, oversaw the whole situation, and focused on their battle1 what secret techniques each person employed, what magical treasures they used, he noticed everything.

Especially paying attention to Ji Bochang to see what methods he used.

Zhong Shouzheng stood in the air, his hand forming a Seal; the power of his Primordial Spirit surged dramatically, sending electrifying waves around, and his eyes appeared to turn into an Abyss.

He let out a low shout, and next, in the air, a buzzing sound was heard as the dispersed force suddenly condensed; where his eyes fell, a golden bell appeared above Ji Bochang's head.

The small bell swayed frequently, its tinkling sound forming visible ripples that collided with an invisible glow ten meters in front of him, sparking Void Electricities into a web spreading in all directions.

Ji Bochang frowned slightly, his hands each cast a Seal; clouds gathered above in the sky, and bolts of Yin Thunder crackled down, seemingly forming a gigantic tree of Yin Thunder right above Zhong Shouzheng.

Zhong Shouzheng slightly drooped his eyelids, and let out a low shout.

"Break."

A dim light flashed, resembling countless spikes rolling in all directions, piercing into the Yin Thunder and forcibly dispersing it.

However, the power of the dispersed thunder then instantly transformed into numerous ghostly and eerie claws with rising yin qi, reaching out toward Zhong Shouzheng from all directions.

Zhong Shouzheng changed the Seal, recited the Spell, and the Sound of Primordial Spirit also emerged, chanting the spell along.

A Mysterious charm appeared, transforming into spherical ripples spreading out.

Those yin qi-transformed claws, upon being struck by these ripples, continuously shattered and dispersed.

The merging ripples suddenly turned into a tide, surging directly toward Ji Bochang.

The golden bell above his head swayed at its peak speed, the tinkling sounds suddenly becoming a sharp shriek.

With a crack, the small bell shattered into powder.

Ji Bochang closed and then opened his eyes, from his eyes flew out two runes, instantly forming a "Still" character in front of him.

In a flash, the dreadful ripples passed over, leaving Ji Bochang completely unharmed, the only "Still" character in front of him shattered and dispersed.

The intense fight between the two, which Yu Ziqing watched, made his eyes ache; cultivators of the Primordial Spirit Realm going all out with spells and deadly moves, though seemingly mundane to watch, just observing them made his Yin God waver, let alone taking a direct hit, which would likely result in an instant shattering of the Divine Soul.

Compared to that, the battles of the other Qi Refinement powerhouses seemed like a dazzling display with Divine Light spreading across thousands of miles.

But their fights, to decide a winner, that would take some time.