Chapter 507: The Holy Light of Exorcism

Xiao Hei swung his battle axe, clearing obstacles as he went, and before long, he carved a straight path through the forest. Throughout this time, the ruler of this realm—the mysterious old man—never showed up. Perhaps it was because Xiao Hei, as a summoned creature, wasn’t strong enough to violate the rules he had set. With Xiao Hei paving the way, Su Che and the others could move at least ten times faster, quickly overtaking many who were ahead of them.

Those people were in extremely dangerous situations. Surrounded by the tentacles of the Dark Beard Beast, those least lucky had already met a tragic end being devoured alive, while the survivors were struggling to hold on. Xiao Hei’s relentless advance also happened to save them from peril. Once they saw their savior arrive, they would surely cling to Su Che and the others, following them for protection.

Though they were in a life-or-death hostile relationship, Su Che certainly didn’t want to save them, let alone provide any protection. But under the current circumstances, there was no good way to drive them away. First, driving them away would be pushing them into a corner; those guys would surely turn on them immediately and fight to the death against Su Che and his group. Second, Su Che couldn’t possibly pull back Xiao Hei just because of their pursuit, risking his own group falling back into the trap of those tentacles.

“At this critical moment, the most important thing is to keep moving forward and reach the destination as soon as possible. It’s not appropriate to engage in direct conflict with them now, after all, they have a huge numerical advantage…”

Su Che knew well what was more important.

Boom… Boom… Boom…

Xiao Hei, leading the way, resembled a war god descending, majestic and powerful. Meanwhile, the cultivators following behind had many thoughts:

“That summoned creature of Tian Yu isn’t very strong on its own. It can easily cut through those black tentacles only because of that battle axe.”

“But this battle axe doesn’t seem like a magical artifact—it looks more like a weapon of the Witch Clan… Could it be that it was given to him by the Witch God?”

These powerful cultivators, who had lived for thousands of years, were extremely intelligent. From a few clues, they could deduce the general truth.

Meanwhile, some people with strong self-esteem also felt extremely uncomfortable, as they, who used to be so arrogant, now had to cling to a younger person for protection. The irony was that they were still in a state of complete hostility toward each other.

There were also those who constantly stared at the battle axe in Xiao Hei’s hands, secretly coveting it. Yet they all knew that if it truly was an axe forged by the Witch God, no matter how powerful it might be, it would become useless in the hands of a cultivator and impossible to use.

To wield a weapon of the Witch Clan, one’s energy attributes had to match those of the weapon, meaning the original power of the Witch Clan was needed to activate it. Where could a cultivator get such power?

Moreover, such weapons could only exert their full power in close combat, which was completely at odds with a cultivator’s fighting style.

“Why can this black giant use a weapon of the Witch Clan? Could it be that this summoned creature was also given to Tian Yu by the Witch Clan?”

With these thoughts and doubts, they followed Su Che and the others closely, their number now exceeding forty.

However, in this forest, under the deadly threat of those black tentacles, no matter how many they were, they wouldn’t dare attack Su Che. Right now, Su Che was their temporary shield.

After walking for over a quarter of an hour, Su Che, who appeared calm on the surface, was actually growing anxious.

This was because, despite Xiao Hei’s imposing appearance, he constantly needed a large amount of Chaos Energy to unleash the axe’s power. Even though the Immortal Prison contained vast amounts of Chaos Energy—accumulated by Lao Hei over the years—the current rate of consumption meant it would eventually run out.

Su Che had no idea how large this forest was, or how vast the hunting territory of the Dark Whisker Beasts was. What if the Chaos Energy ran out halfway? What would they do then?

“He must find a backup plan in advance to avoid being caught off guard…”

So, as they continued on their journey, tiny flames kept appearing between Su Che’s fingers, shooting like darts at the tentacles that Xiao Hei had cut off.

Su Che’s idea was that since they were “whisker” tentacles, there might be some kind of spiritual flame that could counter them. However, such a high-grade spiritual flame might not exist in the cultivation world.

But within the third layer of the Immortal Prison, there were already millions of types of spiritual flames, most of which were new varieties evolved there—so perhaps one suitable flame could be found.

“If we can find a way to counter these tentacles and combine it with my powerful fire control techniques, it might even be more efficient than Xiao Hei’s slashes.”
“Everything in the world has its counterpart; I believe the element that can counter these tentacles is not metal, but fire!”
It was with this hypothesis that Su Che patiently kept projecting various flames of spiritual fire, hoping to make some discovery.
However, as they moved forward, some of the black tentacles ahead suddenly retracted into the ground as if during low tide, seemingly fearing Xiao Hei’s slashes and retreating deep underground in advance.
But Su Che knew the truth couldn’t be that—these tentacles were merely the appendages of the Demon Beard Beast, each at least several thousand feet long. Cutting off three or five feet of them was nothing at all, not even a ‘loss’—there was no reason for them to fear or retreat in pain.
“What happened?”
“Could it be that mysterious old man thinks we’re progressing too easily and wants to create more obstacles?”
This was what not only Su Che but also the powerful cultivators behind him thought.
But what happened next proved everyone was wrong.
It wasn’t the tentacles fearing Xiao Hei, nor was it the mysterious old man causing trouble—it was…
A group of people emerged from the dense bushes ahead. Leading them was none other than the Snow Jade Fairy, with the rest being cultivators at the Great Completion stage.
At that moment, the Snow Jade Fairy held a bright lamp emitting a very soft milky light. Under this light, she radiated an extremely pure glow, truly like a fairy descended from heaven.
“Exorcising Holy Light!”
A celestial voice immediately warned, “This is a holy light formed by combining one of the Three Thousand Great Paths—the Great Purity Art. It’s used to dispel mortal demons, so it’s naturally extremely effective. Once the holy light shines, all evil forces within a thousand feet will flee, not daring to approach.”
“A holy light formed by the Great Purity Art?” Su Che replied, “Does that mean she doesn’t necessarily know this great path art?”
“Hard to say,” the celestial voice replied softly. “Only she herself knows for sure.”
By then, the group across had come within a hundred feet. Under the illumination of the Exorcising Holy Light, even the severed black tentacles behind Su Che and the others had retracted underground.

It can be seen that with just this sacred lamp, figures like Princess Xueyu could move freely across the territory of the Dark Whisker Beast. Although the Dark Whisker Beast is an ancient exotic beast, it is ultimately just a mortal magical beast that can be killed with the cultivation level of the Tribulation Crossing stage; it naturally has no resistance to the sacred light from the immortal realm and can only retreat obediently like this. As a result, those who had been following Su Che all along also hurriedly took a few steps, using their teleportation skill to rush over to Princess Xueyu, quickly ending up in a position facing Su Che and his group from afar. “These bastards…” Old Hei, who was usually hot-tempered, only muttered under his breath. Of course, he knew this was inevitable—this was the natural stance between enemies. Since the game rules did not allow stopping, even if there was something to say, one could not stop to talk. Both sides moved slowly, and a distance of a hundred zhang was more than enough to exchange a few words.