Chapter 1523: Three Seconds, True Demigod

Blood trickled from Chen Ling’s seven orifices.

Under the extreme overdraft of his mental energy, his consciousness began to blur, but his voice sounded like rumbling thunder, echoing loudly within the temple.

Thud——!!!

As the riddled Jiang Xiaohua smashed a fist onto the top of Xiao Ji’s skull, the latter spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground like a meteorite!

Those chains connecting dozens of ghosts dissipated into thin air. Yao Qing and the others lost their restraint and drifted back toward the River of the Underworld...

Chen Ling couldn't see very clearly now, but he still forcibly squeezed his body dry and activated the red paper umbrella again!

Dozens of ghosts were sucked into the umbrella and vanished.

Bang!

Chen Ling’s body fell heavily to the ground.

He used the closed red paper umbrella to barely support his body so he wouldn't collapse completely, but in fact, he was already at the end of his rope and couldn't muster even a shred of strength.

Jiang Xiaohua on the side wasn't much better. He looked like he had been shredded, with severed limbs scattered everywhere, barely maintaining a human shape by relying on bandages.

Chen Ling and Jiang Xiaohua had both lost their combat ability, and that black divine pillar that pierced heaven and earth still stood as steady as a rock... The final winner of this battle seemed to be decided; the two damaged ants in front of it no longer had a chance to shake the Dao-foundation.

Just then,

Chen Ling’s blurry and turbid eyes slowly looked toward the passage behind him.

A faint smile curled the corners of his mouth...

Tap, tap, tap——

Steady footsteps approached from afar.

A figure in a black and red Tang suit finally stepped into the battlefield. With one hand in his pocket, he slowly took off the small round sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, exposing eyes nested with colorful rings to the air.

Sun Bumian’s gaze swept over the heavily injured Chen Ling and Jiang Xiaohua, and finally looked at the towering black divine pillar...

"Damn it..."

"I’ve been stifled the whole way, it’s finally my turn to act."

Sun Bumian snorted coldly and tossed his sunglasses aside. As he took his next step, phantoms of reincarnation appeared around him, and terrifying, mysterious energy raged frantically within his body!!

His temples began to burn;

His aura began to skyrocket!!

As seven-colored flames swept out like a giant wave with him at the center, faint sounds of firecrackers and cheers emerged from the void. The rich aura of human fireworks tore through the extreme cold of the Ghost Path, causing all the ghostly green candlelight around to turn orange-red in an instant!

The phantom of a lion dance appeared behind him. The past powers hidden within reincarnation gathered continuously into Sun Bumian’s body, and his rank crossed the threshold of the Eighth-Rank in an instant, continuing to soar at an astonishing speed!

Eighth-Rank, mid-Eighth-Rank, peak Eighth-Rank...

"Bumian..."

"Use your accumulation when you need to."

"There isn't much time left for you and this world..."

His master’s words still lingered in Sun Bumian’s ears. He shrugged and muttered in response:

"It’s not that I didn't want to use it; I didn't have the chance, did I? But now..."

Sun Bumian took another step.

Boom——!!

A loud explosion came from Sun Bumian’s body. His aura broke through the threshold of the Ninth-Rank and arrived at the demigod realm in an instant!!

There was no need for another divine path self-verification, because in those thousand years of reincarnation, he had already verified it long ago.

He couldn't step into the demigod realm in modern times because the demigod position of the Theater God Path had already been occupied by the Red King... But now, the Theater God Path demigod position was vacant, which meant...

Sun Bumian could truly step into the demigod realm.

Even if only for a moment.

……

The moment Sun Bumian stepped into the demigod realm.

On the Ugly Peak,

A child figure with white ash smeared on his nose suddenly looked up toward the direction of the Ghost Path’s ancient treasury...

He tilted his head, seemingly puzzled.

"Eeya——?"

……

At the same time, in various parts of the human domains, many Theater God Path practitioners seemed to sense something and widened their eyes in shock!

"Someone has attained the Theater God Path demigod realm?!!"

"Who is this sacred person?"

"I don't know... I haven't heard of any other Theater God Path experts in this world?"

"Could it be a Theater God Path practitioner lurking outside the domains?"

“……”

……

"Holy crap! Square!!"

Jian Changsheng’s eyes went round as he saw Sun Bumian, who was radiating the genuine pressure of a demigod.

Jiang Xiaohua on the side also opened his mouth slightly in surprise.

Sun Bumian was surrounded by raging seven-colored flames. The moment he stepped into the Ninth-Rank demigod position, he sensed a gaze filled with anger and threat falling upon him...

Sun Bumian ignored the Ghost Path’s hostility, stretched his muscles, and let out a long breath:

"The feeling of returning to the Ninth-Rank... is really good."

Those pupils radiating the pressure of a Theater God Path demigod looked at the magnificent black divine pillar in front of him.

The hem of Sun Bumian’s Tang suit fluttered in the howling wind. He raised his right foot... Terrifying power gathered in his foot, and a massive lion dance phantom slowly raised a paw behind him.

Then,

He kicked the Ghost Path Dao-foundation fiercely!!

"Get out of here!!"

A giant seven-colored fire pillar piercing the void, like the giant foot of a lion dance, slammed into the tall black divine pillar. The next moment, the entire Ghost Path ancient treasury roared and shook, as if it had been kicked directly!

Boom——!!!

A visible shockwave swept through the ancient treasury. In an instant, the ancient city on the periphery collapsed, and layers of fire waves swept through the void, illuminating the entire treasury as bright as day!

Fine cracks spread across the surface of the Ghost Path Dao-foundation. At the same time, Jian Changsheng’s soul, which had been frozen in the air, felt the pulling force behind him lighten and flew straight toward Chen Ling!

The red paper umbrella spun lightly on the side. As Jian Changsheng’s soul flew toward him at high speed, Chen Ling let go of Jian Changsheng’s physical body on his back, closed the red paper umbrella, and let the soul collide directly into the body!

Thump——

A faint heartbeat sounded from within Jian Changsheng’s body.

Although weak, although faint, and although this body was still heavily injured and broken, the appearance of this heartbeat signaled that death had completely left him, and the Ghost Path could no longer forcibly reclaim the soul of a living person.

When Chen Ling heard this heartbeat, he didn't look at Jian Changsheng again. After laying him flat on the ground, he charged toward the Ghost Path Dao-foundation at full speed!

Sun Bumian’s kick had indeed shaken the Ghost Path Dao-foundation. As fine cracks spread, a small piece of stone fell from the surface of the Dao-foundation and plummeted straight toward the earth!

Chen Ling caught it steadily.

Fire waves were still rolling in the air. Chen Ling felt the cold touch of this Dao-foundation fragment and looked up at the tall divine pillar with blurry, turbid eyes...

"As the Ghost Path, you intervened in the affairs of the world of the living without authorization..."

"Every cause has an effect; let this Dao-foundation fragment be the price you pay for it."