Ten Thousand Soul Banner: Deceased, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?-Chapter 1065 - 1061: Confucian Truth

Shen Siyuan sat cross-legged under the Divine Tree. The great sun suspended above the tree crown seemed to sense his intent, slowly descended, transformed into a blazing streak of light, and steadily landed in his embrace.

When the light receded, a copper mirror appeared in his palm—it was the Mountain and River Mirror.

Ever since obtaining the Mountain and River Mirror, Shen Siyuan knew that merely using Spiritual Energy to activate this mirror in this End of Dharma era where Spiritual Energy was scarce was like a rootless duckweed.

It could support emergencies, but if used regularly for defense, no matter how much Spiritual Energy he had inside, it would eventually be exhausted.

Thus, he boldly conceived the idea of integrating the Mountain and River Mirror with the "Sun Observation Method," using the mirror as the sun, the sun transforming into the mirror, no longer treating it as a mere artifact but refining it into a Divine Skill of his own.

To others, this idea seemed like a wild fantasy, but after several attempts, Shen Siyuan discovered that this path was truly feasible.

This was the fundamental reason why the Mountain and River Mirror could unleash such earth-shattering power when he faced Lu Xiwen back then. It was not merely the power derived from reciting the sixteen-character inscription on the copper mirror, but from the miraculous skill of the mirror and the sun merging.

For this reason, the surface of the Mountain and River Mirror no longer had the dull grey of the past; instead, it was like a real scorching sun, flowing with brilliant sunlight, exuding an extraordinary aura.

As Shen Siyuan concentrated his mind, sensing the flowing light within the mirror, a purple banner descended leisurely from the heights of his Sea of Consciousness with a gentle "hum," embedding steadily in the ground before him—it was the Ten Thousand Soul Banner.

The surface of the purple banner that was once tattered and ragged had been day-and-night nurtured and repaired by the Power of Merit, now flickering with specks of golden light, resembling a sky full of stars adorning the banner, radiant and glorious.

The banner surface swayed gently, with billowing black smoke pouring forth, yet mixed with threads of golden light, black and gold distinct, not contaminating each other, strikingly mysterious and profound.

At this moment, five of the six roaming Golden Dragons in the air suddenly roared, broke free from the constraints of the dazzling golden light, and plunged straight into the surface of the purple banner like arrows off a string.

In an instant, golden light streaked rapidly across the banner surface, like a surging golden stream.

The previously damaged portions were swiftly filled and repaired wherever the golden light reached, and the originally dark purple banner was gradually dyed into a brilliant gold, inch by inch.

As the golden light grew more intense, the black smoke swirling on the banner also became fainter, until it nearly vanished.

At this moment, the Ten Thousand Soul Banner had completely transformed, with a surface interlaced with purple and gold, shimmering with radiant splendor, without a trace of its former damage, exhibiting a mystique that captured attention.

Shen Siyuan’s eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he gave a slight shake of his wrist.

The purple-gold banner surface instantly transformed into a flowing, radiant robe, gently draping over his body, its collar flapping in the wind.

And the ancient banner rod turned into a long spear, its shaft encircled with purple and gold radiance, the spear tip flashing with a cold gleam, pointing directly at the ground.

Raising his hand to grasp the long spear, Shen Siyuan felt a vast, overpowering force surge from the robe and the spear, spreading through his limbs and bones, as if a mighty force of thousands of pounds was concentrated within his body.

An indescribable sense of security enveloped him tightly, and at this moment, he felt terrifyingly powerful, his heart filled with heroic fervor, as if the world was under his command.

But Shen Siyuan knew that this was merely an illusion brought about by the sudden increase in power.

The copper mirror in his embrace once again transformed into a great sun, hovering behind his head, calming the waves in his heart.

The majestic aura surrounding him also began to retract, leaving behind a state of gentle tranquility.

Since the Ten Thousand Soul Banner had been renewed and Xiao Yue had mastered the power of the True Words, it was natural to find a place to test their skills.

Thus, as night fell, Shen Siyuan led Dou Dou, Duoduo, and Xiao Yue to once again step into the Yangzhou Netherworld.

As soon as they set foot in this realm, a gust of cold Yin Qi, completely different from before, greeted them.

Looking up, Shen Siyuan’s heart suddenly tightened.

Above the Netherworld’s night sky hung a massive blood moon.

The moon disk was as red as blood, dense like coagulated blood plasma, its moonlight pouring down and dyeing the whole land an eerie crimson, the air pervaded with a faint scent of blood.

"August 15th..." Shen Siyuan muttered, suddenly realizing that today was the Mid-Autumn Festival in the Mortal World.

Could it be that this blood moon in the Netherworld was related to the full moon night in the Mortal World? On August 15th, could this day hold some special significance in the Netherworld?

While pondering, his gaze fell on a colossal abandoned city not far ahead.

The city was astonishingly vast. The walls, mottled and broken, no longer revealed their original form.

Within the city, the buildings were in disarray, with Qin and Han’s rammed earth terraces, Tang and Song’s flying eaves, and Ming and Qing’s grey bricks and black tiles all mixed together, yet without exception, all were riddled with cracks, emanating a sense of deathly desolation from their ruins.

The light of the blood moon cast over the city, causing the shadow-shrouded corners to flicker between light and dark.

Shen Siyuan focused his gaze, faintly seeing countless small black shadows squirming in the cracks of the walls, under the rubble, and among the wild grass; they were precisely those nauseating Mud Worms.

They seemed to have a particular fondness for this blood moon night, lurking in the darkness, showing only pairs of ghostly green eyes, greedily spying on the outsiders.

Shen Siyuan turned to look behind him: "Xiao Yue, try the Confucian Truth you’ve recently mastered."

Xiao Yue nodded at this, stepping forward slowly. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

She took a deep breath, raised her hand to hold the brocade and silk book in front of her chest, and her clear voice slowly echoed beneath the blood moon, each word permeated with the stern righteousness of the Confucian Truth:

"Its vital energy is supreme and firm, nurtured in straightforwardness without harm, filling the space between heaven and earth."

The moment the True Words fell silent, a surge of supreme Yang and firm aura was born out of nowhere.

This aura spread like a tide, and where it passed, the Cold Yin Qi in the air instantly dissipated, and even the red light of the blood moon was pushed back.

"Sizzle..."

Piercing noises sounded continuously.

Those Mud Worms hidden in the darkness squealed sharply as if scorched by a hot iron and crawled out from the wall cracks and rubble, struggling painfully under the illumination of the golden light.

Their bodies shriveled at a visible speed, eventually turning into a pile of fly ash.

In just a moment, the Mud Worms hiding in the shadows crawled out, forming a dense, shivering black mass.

"Watch me be amazing."

Dou Dou could no longer hold back. With a cheer, fierce crimson Divine Fire surged around her.

Holding the small but sharp Old Axe, she kicked off with both feet, leaping into the air like a flaming fireball, charging straight into the swarm of Mud Worms.

Where the Divine Fire passed, Mud Worms were instantly burned to ashes.

Dou Dou swung her small axe, cleaving left and right, Divine Fire flying in all directions, turning every Mud Worm into fly ash upon contact, and not one could withstand her assault.

Her attack complemented Xiao Yue’s assault, as she had just mastered the Confucian Truth; in mere moments, the aura of supreme Yang and firmness filling heaven and earth receded like a tide.

Seeing Dou Dou slaying left and right, Duoduo refused to be outdone, her figure flickered and transformed into a wisp of azure gray smoke. The Qiankun Umbrella above her head spun swiftly, emitting a faint clear light.

Like a specter, she weaved through the Mud Worm swarm, and wherever the Mud Worms were covered by the Qiankun Umbrella’s clear light, their bodies inexplicably lost parts.

Sometimes a leg, sometimes half a body, even their consciousness could be directly extracted...

"Squeak squeak~"

Desperate squeals erupted within the Mud Worm swarm. Slaughtered to the point of rout, they frantically tried to retreat back into the shadows.

Shen Siyuan stood where he was, hands behind his back, watching the scene unfold with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

Duoduo’s ability to think of utilizing the Qiankun Umbrella to shift and transfer parts of body tissue displayed her growth.

Moreover, the two little ones coordinated seamlessly, truly surprising Shen Siyuan.

As the pair recklessly slaughtered as though in an uninhabited realm, the previously scattered and fleeing Mud Worms seemed to be drawn by some invisible force, no longer fighting separately but instead surging toward the center of the abandoned city. ​

They twisted, piled, fused, with dark green liquid and black fog entwining and joining, gradually forming a human figure under the reflection of the blood moon.

When the muddy mist dispersed, a young man dressed in dark green brocade robes astonishingly stood on the high platform in the city center. ​

His posture was upright, features handsome yet with a hint of cruelty, eyes as deep as cold pools.

Both hands held a bronze warhammer, its shaft covered with fierce beast patterns, and its head glimmered with an eerie green cold light.

Slung at his waist was a bronze Horn Drum, its body etched with ancient runes, vibrating gently with his breathing, emitting a low hum faintly resonating with the surrounding Cold Yin Qi. ​

"Which Venerable do you serve? Why are you massacring the Divine Insects?" ​

The green-robed young man’s voice was not loud, but it carried a pressure that penetrated the heart, as if it resonated directly within everyone’s Sea of Consciousness.