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Even the mightiest Thunder Series cannot bridge the vast divide between a Four-Realm Mage and a Five-Realm True Man.

Lacking both mana and Taoist cultivation, even with the advantage of favorable timing and geography, the force of thunderstorms stands little chance against his protective skill.

This was the crux of the Dry Prosperous Taoist’s confidence.

But now…

“Boom!”

A thunderclap exploded, instantly blanking his mind. The Dry Prosperous Taoist’s body trembled; his crown shattered out of nowhere, leaving hair disheveled and blood flowing from his mouth, despite no physical assault.

“No, this can’t be possible!”

“Five Thunder Boom, divine punishment, destruction of heaven and earth!”

“Five Thunder Destroying God Spell!!!”

“How could such a curse spell, cast by a mere mage, achieve such terror?”

“Its mighty power even challenges my Dry Prosperous Life and Death Skill!”

“Such might, were it not for a Five-Realm True Man casting the spell while out of body, would be insurmountable!”

“Why, why?”

“Could the Heavenly Eye fail, the Mysterious Light be mistaken?”

“Impossible, impossible!”

Before the Mana Altar, reeling from the Five Thunder Destroying God Spell, the Dry Prosperous Taoist’s crown splintered, his hair wild, muttering like a madman, unable to fathom where the failure occurred, where the error lay.

At that moment…

“Boom!”

Thunder resounded, a massive quake, the might of heaven and earth itself burst forth upon the Dry Prosperous Taoist’s yin soul and spirit.

Five Thunder Destroying God Spell!

A Thunder Series curse killing skill.

Five Thunder Boom, divine punishment, destruction of heaven and earth, summoning the power of cosmic thunder to strike the divine soul from the shadows.

Its power far surpasses the “Three Aunt Six Wives Nine Ghosts Claiming Lives and Seizing Souls Curse”.

It is one of the absolute curses of Taoism’s Thunder Series; only a Taoist True Man could cast such a spell.

Once cast, the spell becomes fivefold thunder, consecutively assaulting the opponent’s yin soul and spirit. If performed during a thunderstorm, resonating with the thunderclaps in the sky, its power would be further amplified. Ordinary True Men, lacking strong defensive skills or protective methods, can only meet with demise and scatter like smoke and dust.

Is the Dry Prosperous Taoist ordinary?

He is unordinary; in fact, he is below that, a Spell Cultivator of evil skills, a false True Man inflated by pretense.

Although he has the “Dry Prosperous Life and Death Skill” sustaining his body and the “Spirit Eyes Mysterious Light Skill” for avoiding calamities, he is still unable to fend off the Five Thunder Destroying God Spell, meticulously prepared by his adversary.

At this very second, Five Thunder Boom, annihilating the soul, leaving his mind blank, his yin soul wracked with unbearable pain, his physical body suffering from the backlash, mana spiraling out of control, evil Qi erupting violently—beads of sweat rolling off him until his robes were soaked.

“Boom!!!”

“Pfft!!!”

Another thunder strike, another shockwave. The Dry Prosperous Taoist spat a mouthful of blood and collapsed on top of the Mana Altar, teetering on the brink of life and death.

At life’s sharpest edge, there’s no room for reserve. The stunned Dry Prosperous Taoist, ignoring the mana rampaging within, struggling to stand, bit his tongue, and spewed a mouthful of blood onto the Mana Altar.

“Ancestors save me!!!”

Blood sprayed, staining the altar, activating a clay effigy consecrated upon it. It trembled, releasing a divine light into the Dry Prosperous Taoist’s forehead.

This was the heritage of potentiality, the method of ancestral salvation.

With great effort, the Dry Prosperous Taoist propped himself up to a sitting position.

Simultaneously, the clay deity atop the altar split asunder, and three indistinct yin spirits emerged, forming a trinity to shield the Dry Prosperous Taoist.

This was the protective echo of ancestral True Men of the Dry Prosperous lineage left behind: portions of their yin spirit, sustained by mana as daily offerings, summoned in times of crisis to save a disciple’s life.

While the Five Thunder Destroying God Spell was dreadful, the Dry Prosperous Taoist was, after all, a Five-Realm True Man whose yin soul had exited the body. Coupled with the legacy of his lineage and the protection of ancestors, even the Five Thunder Destroying God Spell could not vanquish him in an instant.

Curse skills have a tremendous cost, and the Five Thunder Curse Skills all the more so. Even a Taoist True Man with yin soul out of body cannot cast such spells in succession, lest their divine soul sustains major Yuan Qi damage, hindering future advancement and reducing their life essence and longevity.

The Dry Prosperous Taoist refused to believe that a mere Spell Cultivator could continuously deploy thunder curses strong enough to shatter his vital protective methods.

If only he could endure the onslaught of this one Five Thunder Destroying God Spell, he would escape certain death.

And as the Dry Prosperous Taoist exerted his entire strength, desperately defending against the Five Thunder Destroying God Spell…

Atop Mount Jilei, within Mingxiao Taoist Temple…

“Hmph!”

Xu Yang snorted coldly, stowed his magic sword, and channeled his mana.

Thunder flashed, a calamitous cloud formed, soaring from Mingxiao Taoist Temple, heading straight for Dry Prosperous Mountain.