Chapter 155: Waking Up

The next period of time belonged to Shahu. Due to the continuous influx of unknown spiritual power, Shahu’s ability had reached its limit, and I could feel that it had even surpassed its peak period.

Our combined soul was like a sharp knife cutting into hot butter at this moment, it was simply invincible, and I didn’t need to be stingy with the release of my big moves.

With every shout, claw, and bite, hundreds of red-robed ghosts would fall. For the first time, I felt the overwhelming power of the spirit.

In just a few seconds, with such support, I had already reached the foot of the throne. I just needed to take a few more steps up the stairs and I would be close to my goal.

For the first time, I felt that the journey was too short, that the red-robed ghosts were not strong enough, and that there were not enough of them. There were also a few tricks that Shatu had not had time to use.

Here, I stopped and began to slowly pace up, because I had rushed all the way here, and the next moment it would be time for me to use the body of Silly Tiger to perform the soul-calling technique. I had never tried to perform a ritual while in a state of soul fusion, and I needed to calm down a bit at this time.

A few steps up the stairs, there were still sporadic red-robed ghosts who were not giving up, but they were all destroyed by the flames around my body. Finally, I arrived at the platform and stopped in front of the curtain. The owner of this new city was finally about to reveal his true face.

I was inexplicably excited, as if I had finally solved a long-standing puzzle. At this moment, the presences finally stopped colliding with my body and kept supporting me.

But before that, I still had one more thing to do, and that was to look back and see what kind of power was supporting me. The answer must be with my master.

The first thing I saw when I turned around was the dense mass of corpses of the red-robed ghosts along the way. I had not paid much attention to them as I had been fighting my way through them, but now I realized that only a few hundred of the red-robed ghosts remained.

At the end of the red robe ghost tide was a shining blue light screen, which had expanded to a range of about 100 meters. My friends were gathered in this light screen, which also blocked the footsteps of all the ghosts attacking, and the master was still burning his soul!

As for the power that supported me? I soon had an answer. The path of guidance that the master had built by burning his soul was constantly being traversed by faint blue figures, which either landed on the ground or floated in the air, forming a strange sight.

I could tell at a glance that these figures were not actually souls, not even residual souls, but rather the condensed spiritual power of a person, controlled with a little willpower, similar to the existence of the soul of Kunlun. Perhaps it is not as advanced as the soul of Kunlun, so it needs a little willpower to control and condense it.

I remembered when I communicated with my master, I had seen the dense shadows behind him. It turned out to be them… From beginning to end, we really weren’t fighting alone. It turns out that the foreshadowing was written and buried from the beginning, just waiting for this moment to detonate.

Having received the answer I wanted to know, I no longer hesitated. I turned my head and extended my paw, lifting the curtain in front of me.

Behind the curtain was a gray mist, and in the mist, I could already see the outline of the throne, on which sat a figure, motionless.

I am now in a spirit state, and in a state of unification of the soul. I should not have a heartbeat, but from the moment I stood behind the curtain, I felt as if I could hear my heartbeat.

With a rhythm of ‘plop, plop,’ I took a step forward. Although there was a gray mist between me and the throne, it was actually less than ten meters away. As soon as I took a step, I plunged into the gray mist.

The mist came at me, and in it I saw fragments of many pictures, of the outer city, the inner city, and the creatures of the inner and outer cities, forming like photos in a freeze frame, floating around me.

But now I am in my prime, and I am not affected by the fog at all. These things just flash before my eyes, and I inexplicably and clearly know that these are fragments of the lord’s dream. It is so powerful that even the leaked breath can be dreamlike.

In my feelings, I had already passed through the gray mist and finally stood before the throne.

When the throne appeared in front of me, I was so shocked that I couldn’t believe what I saw. I didn’t even dare to accept that the being in front of me, with his eyes closed, his head resting on his hands, and sleeping on the throne, was the lord of the city.

What did I see? The throne was not an ordinary throne at all, but the form of a throne formed by the soul of a complete creature, which had shrunk into a ball. What creature was it? It was the almost mightiest creature in the world, a dragon-to-be!

It should be called a dragon. Such a dragon is already the kind of existence that has succeeded in becoming a dragon, and is only one step away from becoming a dragon.

How could it die? Completely losing the chance to become a dragon? Then the soul appeared here and became the throne of a city lord?

But at this moment, I also remembered the saying of “monsters and demons”. As for “demons,” there is an explanation—if a dragon, that is, a dragon-like creature has not yet reached the realm of a dragon, then the existence of this dragon-like creature explains everything, doesn’t it?

Haha, gathering the spirits of the dead, is the city lord trying to start another war from the ancient legends? In that story, Chiyou gathered the spirits of the dead and set up a poisonous mist formation to trap the army of the Yellow Emperor. Fortunately, there was Fenghou’s compass car…

My thoughts are wandering. Is this ancient legend really groundless? Isn’t this new city just a dream of the city lord? Judging from the gray color of the surroundings, is it possible that these mists are the source of the dream? Is this the so-called poison array?

And the compass?

I felt a bit ridiculous for thinking that, and then I looked at the city lord again, only to find that he had mysteriously disappeared. This took me by surprise, and the next moment I noticed that the gray mist had gathered here and formed the shape of the city lord.

This is in line with the description of the demon, invisible, shadow-like existence.

But… I looked at this plain face, just like looking at an ordinary person. I never imagined that this was the powerful and influential city lord. I also felt strangely familiar with it. Why was I familiar with it?

I searched my memory carefully and found that even with my strong memory, I could not recall any details about this face. I could only attribute it to my sensitivity, and this face was too ordinary, like the kind of common face in the crowd, which would be familiar no matter where it was.

This makes sense, after all, this face is really too ordinary.

Once I realized this, I no longer hesitated, but concentrated my mind and gathered my spiritual power to begin the soul-calling technique!

This is almost the simplest method, and any beginner Taoist priest can do it. It is much simpler than all the Taoist shouting techniques. However, although the method is simple, you still have to add your own spiritual power to the process of calling the soul, so that the soul being called can hear it. This depends on the situation and determines how much spiritual power is needed.

I dare not underestimate this city lord. Although it is only in front of me now, it is constantly falling asleep and seems harmless and not dangerous at all, but what about after it wakes up? And it is quite laborious to wake it up, right?

So, at the first shout, I used a lot of soul power, almost shouting at the top of my voice, “Wake up!”

The lord of the city frowned slightly, as if he had responded, but soon his expression returned! He was still in a deep sleep, and I don’t know if it was because I was calling on his soul, but I always felt that the entire hall was shaking.

Since it worked, it was good… So, I kept shouting, “Wake up, wake up, wake up…”

I felt my voice penetrate the sky, and the shaking of the hall became more and more severe. Finally, when my soul power was so full that I felt it was beginning to be equipped…

With the next sound of waking up, the dragon that formed the throne suddenly opened its eyes, and then the body of the city lord moved…