The God Imprint Technique was originally created by Zhuang Chenggan while disguised as Jiang Yan, thoroughly examined by Yin Guan, and then perfected through the Great Void Illusionary Realm Dao Performance Stage.
In the time that followed, as his cultivation improved, Jiang Wang also made some additions to this technique. However, the main framework of the technique still follows what Zhuang Chenggan initially established.
Grand Ancestor Zhuang’s vision is truly extraordinary.
But for a long time, this technique was only applied to Dugu Xiao and Song Wanxi.
Only Dugu Xiao, who was devout to Jiang Wang, could grow together with this seal.
The God Imprint Technique really began to play its independent role, even bringing down deity conduct, after God Arrives was achieved.
However, Jiang Wang has always disliked using techniques to control others. He did not expect that frequent application would take place in the Monster Realm.
At this moment of divine sight—
Opposite stood a tall, thin monk, adorned with black lotus patterns on his head and draped in vestment robes. His sword style was extremely proficient, already wielding the Precept Blade, ready to deliver the final strike!
Pig Dali’s blade momentum had long been shattered, his stout demon body already frozen by spells, and the dark alley was silent.
At this moment.
Reflected in the snow-bright Precept Blade, in Pig Dali’s round, angry eyes, a frost-colored divine seal sprang out, its contours revealed, and divine light burst forth!
Hoo~
A thread of extremely fine frost-white wind emerged from that divine seal—with Jiang Wang’s current Divine Skills cultivation and God Imprint strength, he could only project this tiny breath of divine wind, but it was sufficient.
Pig Dali’s previously dull gaze suddenly filled with hope, yet his hand holding the blade paused, and he murmured softly, "God Slayer, Ghost Extinction, world peace!"
He completely relinquished control over his body at this very moment.
The will descending from the Taiping Divine Wind Seal took over his body.
Swoosh!
Flashes of blade light appeared.
The world was now different!
The Taiping Double Straight Blades illuminated the dark alley.
Clang after clang, the fierce blade edges collided madly within inches.
The same body, merely at Demon Soldier Level cultivation, now radiated unparalleled brilliance!
One blade blocked the Precept Blade, another forced the enemy back.
With a step forward, the right blade split the tall, thin monk’s blade stance.
Then the left blade skewed, forcing him to shift.
The right blade followed, sweeping across horizontally—
The strand of frost wind coiled onto the blade edge, directly severing the monk’s Precept Blade hastily raised before his neck, shattering the black Buddha Light, and passing through his neck, cutting off his head!
A fleeting moment like a rabbit springing, a falcon swooping.
His bald head with black lotus patterns rolled along the dark alley, tumbling repeatedly.
As the will from the Taiping Divine Wind Seal receded like a tide, Pig Dali was momentarily silent, although he regained control of his body, he did not move.
This feeling...
This feeling of power...
It was merely a few simple slashes, the figure only swaying a few times, yet each step was crucial, without a single unnecessary motion.
The unparalleled grasp of battle opportunities, the perfect exploitation of this body’s limits, an unparalleled sword skill performed with effortless mastery... truly entrancing!
That black lotus monk, who had reached the Demon General Level, had just been so fierce, each slash meant to kill, yet within a few breaths shifted from victory to defeat, slain on the spot.
The head now rolled to a halt, its expression not even able to register pain, only a hint of astonishment left unexpressed.
He probably couldn’t comprehend why he lost, why he died!
As Pig Dali looked at the head marked with a triple-grade black lotus, he sighed deeply.
This is the world of the strong... When I planted the Taiping Divine Wind Seal, I was destined to embrace a life marked by blood and storm, never to be ordinary again.
Taiping Dao, Taiping Dao, for world peace, would I, Pig Dali, care for this body?
We, Taiping Dao followers, pursue stars and chase moons, traveling long through dark nights!
"Not leaving yet?" His indulgence lasted too long; the Taiping Taoist could no longer bear it, transmitting his voice through the Taiping Divine Wind Seal.
"Oh, oh!" Pig Dali then awoke as if from a dream, swapped out his face cloth, covering his large face. He inserted the two blades back into his back, hurriedly departing.
He had just disappeared at the alley’s entrance when a flash of fire streaked by, burning everything including the monk’s corpse.
About half an hour later, the pale red moonlight seemed to fade slightly.
At the end of the dark alley, a towering figure appeared, over a meter tall.
Even though Pig Dali’s figure was quite robust, compared to this demon, he was probably like a child to a strong man.
The burly man squeezed into the dark alley, his head covered by a hood, draped in a wide monk robe; his massive frame was like a blocking wall, slowly pushing from the other end. Despite his movement, there was no sound from the ground, nor did he crush a single tile, yet he gave observers a sensation akin to overturning heaven and earth.
"It was here."
His voice resembled an echo muffled within a stone jar, carrying a deep reverberation.
His footsteps paused there, lifting his head to glance at the moonlight, "It disappeared in this place last."
A demon figure emerged from the shadow at the wall corner, raising a palm in salute, "Lord, we have searched within three miles of the surroundings, but found nothing."
The hulking figure draped in monk robes had unusually compassionate eyes; he glanced down at the ground, "My Buddhist intuition tells me he has vanished, right at this place. But my eyes have found no trace. Ghost crowd, why do you think that is?"
The demon in the shadows was only addressed collectively as "Ghost Crowd," without having a name of its own. Yet it displayed no dissatisfaction, remaining respectful, "Could it have been wiped out by the local security office?"
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