Bone God Lord seemed to sense the might of this move, diverting the majority of his attention to Feng Zikang’s sword.

The four golden beams currently binding the Four Symbols Divine Demons slowed down slightly.

The true power of Beichen’s sword style lay in its stillness.

Feng Zikang stood holding his sword, appearing utterly detached from the world; the ferocious battle raging before him was no more significant to the North Star hanging high in the celestial expanse than the scuffling of ants.

Yet, the aloof radiance of the Pole Star has witnessed the ebb and flow of all worldly fortunes.

To command the cycle of reincarnation through absolute immobility—this was an existence unique among the stars.

The sword followed the name: Feng Zikang stood motionless, and the Bone God Lord felt an immeasurable pressure surge toward him.

Unable to bear the weight, he roared and cast aside the four Divine Demons, launching himself toward Feng Zikang.

“Well met!” Feng Zikang gave a faint smile, tilting his sword tip slightly, yet his body remained unmoving.

Only the faint golden arc surrounding him rippled gently, like water waves.

The Bone God Lord’s assault was swift and fierce, the wind of his charge biting cold.

Before he even closed the distance, the gale hit, whipping Feng Zikang’s armor backward with a loud flapping sound.

“Junior Brother, be careful!” Seeing the Bone God Lord unleash all five claws and open his cavernous, menacing maw, Feng Zikang remained unflinching, seeming intent on taking the violent impact head-on.

Huo Zhongguang grew intensely worried and cried out loudly.

Feng Zikang remained unhurried; the light on his sword tip grew ever brighter, possessing a clear, cold power that nonetheless shone across all things.

Beichen! As the sword struck, Feng Zikang seemed to transform into a star in the heavens.

Though appearing weak and dim compared to the scorching sun, he was utterly steadfast; no storm or tempest could extinguish his light.

Clang! Just as the Bone God Lord’s five gigantic claws brushed past the hem of Feng Zikang’s robe, countless shards of cold starlight, appearing from nowhere, converged from all directions and simultaneously engulfed the Bone God Lord! With a deafening crash, the Bone God Lord’s body was ripped into fragments.

His skull tumbled end over end through the air, striking the cavern wall before bouncing to the floor.

The remaining bones scattered naturally.

Feng Zikang’s face was pale, and he stumbled back a few steps.

Although he had grasped the essence of the Beichen Sword Style, executing it fully still cost him considerable effort, not to mention the force of the Bone God Lord’s lunge had wounded his internal organs.

“Shatter!” Despite the pain, he suppressed it, waving his hand to command the Four Symbols Divine Demons to rush forward and crush the Bone God Lord’s skull, ensuring no resurgence could occur.

Huo Zhongguang stared, dumbfounded, only snapping back to reality moments later to lavish praise, “Junior Brother, that strike was boundless in its power! Old brother, even a Genuine Core Condensation expert might not possess such sword intent and momentum.” Feng Zikang merely glanced at him, well aware the praise was pure hyperbole, but he paid it no mind, instead focusing intently on the four Divine Demons attacking the Bone God Lord’s head, his brow furrowed.

Each of those demons possessed the strength of ten thousand jin, yet they could not even manage to chip a single crack into the skull! Huo Zhongguang’s gaze followed his, and upon witnessing this, his voice caught in his throat.

“Could it be—” Beneath the Bone God Lord’s skull, countless golden threads erupted once more, linking themselves with the scattered fragments on the floor.

With a single tug, the entire pile of bones was drawn close, reassembling the form.

“The Art of Rebirth in Form!” Feng Zikang inhaled sharply.

He had not expected the Bone God Lord, having merged with Long Que, to be capable of such a divine feat.

This battle, he feared, was about to become truly difficult.

His expression grew solemn as he slowly regulated his breath.

Though the rapid exchange had not resulted in mortal injury, his vital energy was depleted, especially after unleashing the Beichen strike, which had been extremely taxing.

If all else failed, Feng Zikang looked toward the Four Symbols Divine Demons; his last resort would be to let them all overwhelm the Bone God Lord in a self-detonation! Feng Zikang was decisive: though these four fragments of the Divine Demons were powerful and mysterious, he could acquire them another day.

Winning against the Bone God Lord today was paramount; what did a few costs matter? In an instant, he waved his hands, and the four Divine Demons, without hesitation, threw themselves forward in a show of self-sacrifice, pinning down the Bone God Lord.

Various lights flashed across their forms as they pushed their auras to their zenith, preparing to self-destruct.

“Retreat quickly!” If the Four Symbols Divine Demons erupted, even Dragon Bone Peak would suffer collateral damage.

Feng Zikang flew backward, managing to remember to warn Huo Zhongguang—a final gesture of benevolence.

Huo Zhongguang was startled; if the four Divine Demons were destroyed, where would he go to find refuge? As a Primordial Spirit Shadow, he was constantly diminishing; had he not followed the Four Symbols Divine Demon Prison into Feng Zikang’s Sea of Consciousness, he likely would have dissipated into dust within a few days.

Without the prison restraining him, why would Feng Zikang ever allow him into his Sea of Consciousness? However, this was no time to ponder such matters; seeing the demons on the verge of explosion, escape was the priority.

Huo Zhongguang coiled his body and sped out of the cavern, following Feng Zikang.

At that moment, a high-pitched cry echoed from the Bone God Lord.

“Master! Don’t!” The voice was ragged and tragic, yet incredibly youthful, like that of a child.

“Hmm?” Feng Zikang paused, turning back to see the Bone God Lord struggling awkwardly, repeatedly shouting from his mouth.

“Master! I am Long Que, not that ancient demon of white bone.

Long Que’s body was controlled by the old demon just now, which is why I was insolent to you, Master.

I beg for my life!” The plea sounded sincere, not feigned.

It turned out that the Bone God Lord had utilized the integration technique taught by the Netherworld Venerable to forcibly merge Long Que’s body with his own skull.

He had originally believed his cultivation and soul were robust, while the other was merely a mechanism crafted from flesh, and the Dragon Soul within felt impossibly weak—easily swallowed.

Who could have foreseen the unexpected? Although Long Que’s Dragon Soul was weak, it was only because it had self-detonated once initially, and its inherent consciousness had been tempered by the Mohist school’s secret methods, becoming even stronger after a millennium.

Initially, Long Que was immobilized by the Integration Divine Art, forced to allow the Bone God Lord free rein.

However, when the Bone God Lord’s body was shattered by Feng Zikang’s Beichen strike and reformed using the Art of Rebirth in Form, the effect of the Integration Divine Art vanished.

Long Que seized this opportunity to completely obliterate the Bone God Lord’s consciousness, seizing control of the body! Now that its head was restored and the body complete, it could speak.

As it earnestly recounted the entire sequence of events, Feng Zikang was overjoyed.

The Bone God Lord had suffered a self-inflicted defeat; not only had he failed to reclaim his body, but he had also handed his head over to Long Que.

Through this battle, Long Que’s abilities had vastly increased, making him an excellent ally alongside the Four Symbols Divine Demons.

“Congratulations, Junior Brother! My warmest congratulations!” Huo Zhongguang, listening from the side, was utterly astounded.

Was this Junior Brother truly a man of destiny, capable of falling into such good fortune? He immediately offered loud congratulations and fawning praise, needless to say.

Feng Zikang, however, remained cautious, meticulously examining the interior of Long Que.

The Bone God Lord’s consciousness was indeed entirely gone.

The entity now driving this mechanical beast was the Dragon Soul trapped within the life-bound bamboo tablet.

This Dragon Soul had grown considerably, exuding vibrant vitality.

The divine powers associated with the Bone God Lord’s Nine Netherworld Ten Shades Soul-Stirring Great Method could no longer be used by the current Long Que.

However, its innate ability to spew golden light remained usable.

This golden light was not magic power but a residual Dragon Might that had not dissipated over a thousand years, condensing into several beams of golden light that struck like flying swords during combat, capable of slicing through metal and jade.

It was incomparably sharp and commanded respect, deterring any challenger from testing its edge lightly.

Thus, in battle, Long Que possessed this divine ability for protection, in addition to its five massive claws and the newly reacquired sharp mouth.

Regrettably, after transforming into a near-humanoid shape, its long tail had shortened considerably and was useless.

Nevertheless, every part of its body was now tougher and stronger, the Dragon Soul was enhanced, and the Art of Rebirth in Form could be used multiple times.

Long Que’s combat strength had easily doubled.

Meanwhile, Feng Zikang, having wielded the Beichen strike, gained further insight into the Star Light Great Extinction Sword Art divine ability, sensing it was on the verge of advancing again.

However, his cultivation method remained stuck at the fifteenth layer, preventing further breakthrough.

But with a few days of secluded cultivation to advance his cultivation method, the level of the Star Light Great Extinction Sword Art would naturally rise as well.

Being forced into such a desperate situation had proven to be a tremendous catalyst for increasing his cultivation and divine abilities.

The Xuan Yuan Cave was now in utter disarray.

The Bone God Lord had become Long Que, and none of his direct disciples remained alive.

A few lesser demons lingered, gasping for life, but Feng Zikang couldn’t be bothered to eliminate them.

The battle at Mang Cang Mountain had finally concluded in a satisfying manner.

Feng Zikang had slain the Thirty-Six Ring Formations, killed the Bone God Lord, and wiped out the Xuan Yuan Cave on Dragon Bone Peak.

Recalling it, while strength was the ultimate determinant, many fortuitous coincidences played a role, and the gains in cultivation realm were significant.

Especially by relying on this battle, he had broken through the barrier of his demonic heart, and his state of mind was now more tranquil; the Formless Heavenly Demon Heart Method was also poised for advancement.

He rejoiced internally, letting out a long, soaring cry that echoed to the heavens, majestic and intense.

Huo Zhongguang and Long Que cheered alongside him.

Gazing upon the scattered corpses and rivers of blood, they firmly resolved to remain closely tied to this Junior Brother and Master, daring not the slightest disobedience.

Feng Zikang retrieved the Four Symbols Divine Demons, and Huo Zhongguang returned to the Sea of Consciousness.

Now that Long Que’s form was complete with the addition of its head, it could expand or contract at will.

Feng Zikang stored it in his storage pouch.

Traditionally, Mohist disciples had their own spatial dimensions for mechanical beings, which he had never learned to utilize.

He did, however, remember the elderly Mo Fenghuang held captive in the backyard water dungeon, and so he leisurely proceeded in that direction.

During the earth-shattering fight earlier, perhaps due to old age and deafness, the withered monster had failed to notice anything and was still drooling while dozing off.

The cell door was not even properly shut.

Feng Zikang chuckled and walked straight through the entrance to the water dungeon.

There, Hu Tu was flustered, gesturing wildly while trying to explain things to Mo Fenghuang, who had just woken up.

Talismans were affixed to Hu Li’s head, keeping him still in a stupor.

“Brother!” Mo Fenghuang saw Feng Zikang enter, covered in blood, and her heart skipped a beat.

She quickly abandoned Hu Tu and rushed over to inquire.

Upon learning that Feng Zikang had slaughtered all the demons in the Xuan Yuan Cave, and that the Bone God Lord was no more on Dragon Bone Peak, she was stunned.

Mo Fenghuang was shocked but dared not doubt him; this young brother possessed immense skill and could certainly accomplish such a feat.

Her eyes filled with reverence and gratitude, and she immediately began checking his wounds.

Hu Tu remained skeptical.

Given permission by Feng Zikang, he removed the talisman from his brother’s head.

The two brothers crept to the front cavern entrance, were terrified into paralysis, and promptly fainted.

Feng Zikang naturally paid them no mind, taking Mo Fenghuang with him as they strode away.

Mo Fenghuang, seeing the carnage within the Xuan Yuan Cave, was also filled with deep emotion, sighing, “Little brother, at your young age, with such cultivation, and loyalty so profound, after this event, your name will surely ring throughout the world!” “After General Lu, you will be the foremost military leader! If you wish to know what happens next, please log on to the website address.

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