Chapter 79: Deserved Retribution, Don't Complain

  "Many have been killed, where can we not die?" The earth-splitting Daoist let out a cold snort. "At first, I thought the dark clouds would take some time to gather, but I didn't expect it to be our turn so soon."

  Wang Guang remained silent, thinking about the impact of Dan Sheng's death on the sect. Moreover, according to his calculations, this Dan Sheng had a calamity of dark clouds pressing down on him, and even those who were not yet Dan Sheng would also have it. It was likely that even Yuanshen or Huashen practitioners would suffer from such a calamity. Before this calamity passed, the entire cultivation world's landscape would change.

  The two of them chatted for a while, and finally, the leader of the group left with his subordinates. Wang Guang casually found an empty room to rest in. As for the dark clouds above, he didn't bother to pay attention to them. After all, those Dan masters couldn't shake off the pressure of the dark clouds, so what could a small Qi-refining cultivator like him do?

  In the blink of an eye, three to five days passed, and he had found his answer. The danger looming over his head was no longer so tense. On this day, he was moving the law door and polishing his law power when suddenly a loud noise echoed through the sky and earth. Before he could even react, a bolt of lightning struck him on the head.

  Fortunately, he had been prepared early and the red copper sand rotated to resist. A lightning bolt as thick as an arm chopped on the red copper sand, only shaking the red copper sand continuously, almost scattering a handful of copper balls.

  "Is it coming?" Wang Guang raised his head and looked up through the broken roof, only to see that the dark clouds above had transformed into a massive size of several dozen feet. The dark clouds writhed, with lightning flashing and rolling within them. Before he could even be surprised, he hastily spat out several mouthfuls of magic power to infuse into the red copper sand, which finally stabilized it.

  Just as he had sprayed a few mouthfuls of the Law-Enhancing Red Copper Sand, another bolt of lightning struck down from the dark clouds. This bolt of lightning was still as thick as an arm and struck the Red Copper Sand with a loud crackling sound, causing the sand to explode instantly, destroying the thousand copper pellets that were restraining it, which then fell down with a clattering sound.

  "What great power!" Wang Guang was shocked, and hastily pulled out the gourd from his waist and threw it onto his head, then took out nine sandalwood incense sticks from the treasure bag to light them up.

  A burst of black smoke spewed out from the gourd, and as it churned and cracked open, tens of thousands of pure white, smooth skulls emerged. These skulls shrank to the size of a thumb, packed tightly together in a whirlpool-like formation that spun rapidly. Wails and howls emanated from the skulls, summoning swirling gusts of dark wind and an aura of deadly menace.

  Not enough time to feel heartache, the red copper sand was destroyed, and another lightning bolt came crashing down. This time, before the lightning had even fallen, it was blocked by Wang Guang's controlled Wan Gui gourd. Only to see thousands of skulls open their mouths and spew out countless amounts of filthy air, these breaths condensed in mid-air into a three-foot-sized skull that swallowed the lightning bolt in one gulp.

  The skull that had swallowed the lightning twisted a few times before dispersing into thin air. Then came several more bolts of lightning, each one stronger than the last. In the end, the smoke condensed by the white skeleton was unable to withstand the lightning, and Wang Guang could only control the white skeleton to resist it, losing nearly half of its skulls in an instant.

  After the eleven thunderbolts came down, Wang Guang saw that the dark clouds above his head did not shrink at all, and at this time, his Wan Gui calabaza had lost about half of its skull heads. Suddenly, he felt uneasy in his heart and thought that he could no longer withstand the subsequent thunderbolts.

  Although somewhat disheartened, this guy also became fierce, and the large mouthfuls of spiritual power were poured into the treasure without spending any money. The Wan Gui calabaza was nourished by the spiritual power, and suddenly it violently expanded to a size of one zhang, with endless black smoke spewing out from the calabaza and condensing on top of his head.

  The dark clouds above seemed to be giving him time to prepare, but this time the clouds rolled and churned for a full hour before finally unleashing a bolt of lightning.

  This bolt of lightning was only as thick as an infant's arm, emitting endless blue light that struck the top of Wang Guang's head. The thousands of layers of black smoke were like paper meeting a spark, and were instantly pierced through. Thousands of white skull heads rotated to resist, but with just one strike, this lightning turned them into powder.

  After destroying thousands of white skulls, the thunder and lightning did not weaken in power, and continued to chop down below. Wang Guang was greatly shocked, and could no longer care about his damaged magical powers, biting his tongue and opening his mouth to spit out a mouthful of vital blood that merged into the Ten Thousand Filth Gourd.

  This gourd obtained his vital energy and suddenly rose up, absorbing the lightning into its belly.

  Only a black purple gourd suddenly burst into a flash of blue light, in the blink of an eye the blue light scattered everywhere, and the huge gourd shattered into tens of thousands of pieces.

  "It's over." Wang Guang suddenly felt something was off, but he still didn't give up struggling. In an instant, he deployed the divine power of Melting Gold Claw, and two large golden hands overlapped each other to block the thunder and lightning falling from the sky.

  Lightning and divine power collided, at a stalemate. Only to see in the air, a golden giant hand held onto blue lightning, constantly emitting slight collisions. Wang Guang infused his magic while lifting his head to watch.

  As he saw the golden giant hand blocking the lightning, he couldn't help but feel a surge of joy in his heart. But just at this moment, the lightning in the sky suddenly merged into the golden giant hand, and Wang Guang instantly felt an unbearable pain in both arms. Before he could even react, both arms exploded, flesh and blood flying everywhere.

  "It hurts to death!" Wang Guang cried out strangely, and at this time, where would he still care about the dark clouds chasing him from above? With the help of the blood light, he cast a secret spell, opening his mouth to spew out several mouthfuls of magic power that wrapped around his body as he broke through the air and left. However, it was actually his heart and spirit that had been destroyed by the strange and sinister lightning, and in his panic, he became disoriented.

  After running wildly for thousands of miles, this guy felt his magic power dry up and slowly came to his senses. After sizing up the surroundings, he dispersed the blood light that was falling from the sky.

  "Boundless Heaven Venerable!" He couldn't even bow his head in respect, but he still habitually spoke the words. Without bothering to check on his two severed arms, he looked up at the sky. All he saw was a vast expanse of clear blue, where could the dark clouds that released lightning be? "Could it be that those dark clouds were slower and couldn't catch up for the time being? No! No! Even if I ran as fast as possible before, those dark clouds would still pursue me relentlessly. Today, with my arms injured, my speed isn't much faster than before, so why haven't they arrived yet? Could it be that the dark clouds felt bored and dispersed on their own?"

  After muttering to himself for a while, seeing that the dark clouds had not yet appeared, Wang Guang finally slightly put his mind at ease. After mobilizing his magical powers to wrap around the medicinal pill and applying it to the wound, this guy suddenly had an idea in his heart.

  He no longer cares about the destruction of the Fahua Temple, but only thinks about reconnecting his severed arm. After some thought, he recalls seeing a village when he flew in, which is located in a mountain valley, unaffected by the war, where civilians live, and there is the arm he needs.

  He didn't rush to go, but instead swallowed the elixir and used its power to recover his magic. Due to the loss of both arms, the lack of meridians, and the inability to move his techniques, he swallowed nearly half of the elixirs stored on his body, only then recovering in a short period of time.

  He spat out a mouthful of magic, and according to his memory, he walked back. Indeed, it was only a few hundred miles away, and in the mountain valley, he saw a village. This guy released his mind and selected for a while, finally spitting out a mouthful of magic and rolling up a young man from the village to his front.

  That young man lived in a village during his youth and never went out for walks, working in the fields every day and hunting wild beasts to support his family. Originally, he had just hunted a tiger with his companions today, planning to clean up the tiger skin and give it to the matchmaker to propose marriage on his behalf. Unexpectedly, as soon as he carried the tiger into the village, it was swept away by a strong gust of wind. In terror, the tiger dropped its bow and arrow on the ground, let out two or three loud cries, and then left the village far behind.

  His companions, who had returned with him, were frightened to see him suddenly swept away by a strong gust of wind. They were stunned for a long time before someone came back to their senses and rushed into the village, shouting wildly. After stuttering to describe what happened at the village entrance, the old and young in the village were terrified.

  One of the young women wept softly, ignoring her parents' attempts to stop her as she rushed out of the village, saw the scattered tiger and bow and arrow on the ground, and burst into tears.

  The brave villagers pulled her up, and the woman hugged her bow and arrow and refused to let go. Before long, all the people in the village had packed their belongings and left their homes in groups, heading deeper into the mountains to find a new home.

  But Wang Guang used his magical powers to drag the fierce man into hiding, and when he saw that the man had fainted, he didn't delay, and with two bursts of green smoke, tore off the man's arm. He didn't care about the man's terrified expression when he woke up in pain, and instead applied the medicinal pill to his own severed arm, linking it to the other man's arm.

  The busiest, finally managed to connect the arm. After trying to transport a little bit of spiritual energy to nourish the meridians, and finding no difference, Wang Guang let out a sigh of relief.

  "Great Heavens! Fortunately, the reattachment was done in time. Otherwise, without better medicine, it would be extremely difficult to reconnect the severed limb." After trying out his new arm, although it felt a bit clumsy, it was still better than having no arm at all. Thus, he was satisfied.

  After dealing with his own affairs, Wang Guangcai discovered that the young man he had caught had gone mad. He saw that the young man's eyes were dull and stupid, and he was spitting out white foam. His mouth was constantly muttering words about devils and monsters. He didn't know pain, nor did he know how to escape, but just lay there muttering non-stop.

  "Boundless Heaven Venerate! Today, I will take your limbs, don't blame me, if you want to blame someone, blame your bad luck." Wang Guang was not a soft-hearted person either, although he knew what he did was wrong, but still didn't repent, only thinking of himself.

  After muttering to himself, Wang Guang also found it inconvenient to stay here and instead spat out a mouthful of magic power to break through the air and leave. He planned to return to the imperial city of Tianyu Huang Dynasty to see if Liedi Dao Ren had survived the calamity of dark clouds pressing down on him.

  No sooner had he turned to leave than a yellow-striped tiger leapt out of the mountain forest. As it happened, this tiger was the mate of the one the young man had killed that year. The yellow-striped tiger had just returned to the mountain peak intending to give birth to its offspring with its mate, but instead saw ready-made food and was overjoyed, letting out a roar and pouncing on the young man, biting his neck off in one swift motion. After wolfing down half of him, it dragged the other half towards its mate's den.