What did this mean?
It meant that all the Spiritual Qi, Evil Qi, and Origin Qi Mechanism, once scattered throughout the world, were now being forcibly compressed into this one small area.
The Spiritual Energy Density in the air had reached the point of liquefaction, possessing an almost suffocating thickness.
To an ordinary Cultivator, this was a deadly poison.
But for Chu Bai, who possessed an overbearing Dao Foundation like the Circulation Wheel...
This was sustenance!
"Good! Good! Good!"
A fanatical smile touched the corners of Chu Bai’s lips.
"Since you want to trap me here to die, then I’ll absorb every last bit of this sustenance!"
Chu Bai no longer conserved his Spiritual Power. The Circulation Wheel began to operate at full capacity.
A terrifying, visible suction erupted, centered on the Lingma Mountain God.
The surrounding viscous black mist of Spiritual Qi and chaotic Evil Qi from the void were drawn in as if by a great whale, forming a massive funnel that poured madly into Chu Bai’s body.
Fueled by this influx of energy, the sharp Spiritual Light at Chu Bai’s fingertips, which had begun to dim, not only flared back to life but... grew increasingly blinding, increasingly dangerous!
Another hundred breaths of bitter combat passed. The space for miles around had been blasted into a near-vacuum.
The Lingma Mountain God’s towering form was now a ghastly sight.
The Five Elements Flowing Light Armor that had covered its surface had long since shattered, revealing the cracked stone flesh beneath.
Its left arm was severed at the shoulder, and a massive crater was dented into its chest—a wound left by the suicidal final blow of a Three Heads and Six Arms monster-general.
Chu Bai controlled the broken Divine Body, fighting a retreating battle, his every move becoming exceptionally heavy. His Micro Level Divine Spear skill was still sharp, and a single thrust could often force back his powerful foes, but that was all it could do—force them back.
His opponents were, after all, three tireless Divine Spirits.
Although Chu Bai had managed to wear down the Night Patrol God’s brilliant golden Divine Power Armor to reveal the black iron beneath, its attacks only grew more frenzied and ferocious, adopting a style that traded injury for injury.
As for the most insidious of them, the Prison-Suppressing Evil Flood Dragon, it had become utterly craven after Chu Bai nearly severed its tail on several occasions. It used its agile Body Technique to weave along the edge of the battlefield, launching sneak attacks from afar and refusing to engage in close combat.
The situation devolved into a most dangerous stalemate.
But for Chu Bai’s side, this stalemate was deadly.
SPURT—
Within the Underground Palace, another row of Qi Cultivation Cultivators spat mouthfuls of blood and collapsed, their fates unknown.
"I can’t go on... My Spiritual Power is completely drained..."
"My meridians are about to snap..."
Even Xia Xing, who had been gritting her teeth and holding on, was now bleeding from all seven orifices. Her consciousness was fading, and she was running on pure survival instinct, mechanically channeling what little Spiritual Power she had left.
This scene did not escape the pair of cold, spectral blue dragon eyes that had been observing from the sidelines.
"Heh..."
The Prison-Suppressing Evil Flood Dragon suddenly stopped its evasive maneuvers. A sinister, all-knowing smile spread across its ferocious draconic face.
"Brat, you can’t hold on much longer, can you?"
Its voice boomed like rolling thunder, yet it carried a bone-chilling cold:
"I see it now. Your Dao Foundation may be powerful enough to devour all things, but the power moving this Divine Body... doesn’t come from you."
The Evil Flood Dragon’s gaze seemed to pierce through the thick layers of rock, stabbing toward the faltering ants deep within the Underground Palace.
"The one controlling the Array is that old clay-molded fossil. The ones providing the energy are that swarm of lowly Qi Cultivation insects. And you... you’re just hiding inside this turtle shell, greedily refining the Spiritual Mechanism!"
"I imagine you’re a little too busy to do anything about it, hmm?"
’He saw right through me.’
Chu Bai’s heart sank, but he didn’t dare let his hands pause for even an instant.
The Evil Flood Dragon was right. Even after all this fighting, with the Circulation Wheel constantly absorbing energy and Nourishing and Exquisite replenishing his stamina, Chu Bai himself still had strength left to fight.
But the two thousand-plus Cultivators inside the Divine Body were truly running on fumes.
This was the greatest weakness!
"We just have to kill those insects inside with concussive force, and this Divine Body will become a useless pile of rocks!"
A vicious glint flared in the Evil Flood Dragon’s eyes. Without further hesitation, it threw its head back and let out a piercing draconic roar.
"Do it! Forget the hard shell! Use an indirect attack and shatter the people inside with the shockwaves!"
Before the words had even faded, it struck.
Its colossal draconic body coiled into a tight ball, then shot forward like an arrow from a fully drawn strongbow, carrying a terrifying concussive force sufficient to shatter space itself as it slammed viciously into the Mountain God’s chest.
"Decree—Shattering Abyss Soul!"
This strike wasn’t intended to break through the defenses, but to send a shockwave powerful enough to shatter a Divine Soul right through the stone and into its core!
At the same time, the Night Patrol God, no longer able to restrain itself, let out a roar. Black light gathered in its hand, forming a giant black Palm Seal that it slammed down toward the Mountain God’s Dantian.
"Decree—Earth-Shaking!"
Bringing up the rear, the Beastkeeping Commissioner cackled sinisterly as its Bone Whip transformed into countless shrieking, ghostly wails that wormed their way through every crack in the Divine Body, striking directly at the Divine Souls of those in the Underground Palace.
At that moment, the three terrifying, Foundation Establishment Level Decrees achieved perfect resonance!
"This is bad!"
The Land God was so terrified his soul nearly fled his body.
If those three attacks landed squarely, even if the Divine Body’s shell didn’t shatter, the terrifying concussive force would travel straight through. The two thousand-plus Qi Cultivation Cultivators in the Underground Palace, already at the end of their rope, would be instantly vibrated into a bloody paste!
Losing the majority of them would be the best-case scenario; total annihilation was the most likely outcome!
Once the people died and the Array was broken, the Divine Body would collapse.
At that point, Chu Bai and his newly forged Dao Foundation would have to face three enraged Foundation Establishment Divine Spirits alone, with no Divine Body for protection, to say nothing of calmly absorbing the Spiritual Mechanism!

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