PD -Chapter 63 Seven-Step Gang Incantation

Looking at me—my entire body wrapped in golden light, solemnly preparing to challenge him—Markas didn’t move his feet. Instead, his figure drifted several meters backward.

The corners of his lips lifted slightly as he looked at me with interest.

“Interesting,” he said lightly. “Your spiritual power seems to have improved quite a bit since the last time I invaded your dream.”

I ignored his mockery completely. Drawing on the powerful energy granted by the spirit sword, I raised it and charged straight at him.

Markas watched me, the smile fading from his face. He lifted one arm and snapped his fingers.

In an instant, the surrounding light dimmed sharply, as if night had fallen in a single second. But as I looked again, I realized it wasn’t just the light that had changed.

Everything around us had transformed.

This was a space devoid of anything except darkness. Within it, only Markas, myself, and Tang Shanshan lying in an ambulance remained. Everyone and everything else had vanished without a trace.

My focus was disrupted by this sudden change, and my speed slowed. But I immediately noticed something even worse—my Golden Light Spell had dissipated without me realizing it.

The golden defensive shield that had just begun to take on a semi-solid form had completely collapsed, leaving only a faint trace of golden glow around me.

When I tried to charge forward again, I discovered that the black ground beneath my feet was like thick glue. It clung tightly to my legs, making even lifting them extremely difficult.

Fury surged through me.

I stopped advancing and instead shifted my stance sideways, gripping the spirit sword horizontally. I sliced open two fingers on my left hand, and the sword immediately flared brightly after absorbing my blood.

With a sudden burst, I swung a strike at him.

A golden sword beam cut through the darkness, shooting straight toward Markas.

But he didn’t move at all. He simply raised his hand slightly, and a wisp of black mist instantly dissolved my attack.

I refused to give up. Pouring all my remaining spiritual energy into the sword, I unleashed wave after wave of sword energy.

Countless golden arcs interwove into a dense net of blades, engulfing his entire body, intent on shredding him to pieces.

Yet Markas remained calm.

“In my domain,” he said indifferently, “all your techniques are useless.”

He shifted his body slightly—like a ghost—and effortlessly avoided the incoming blade net.

At that moment, sweat was already pouring from my forehead. A sense of helplessness rose within me. The gap between me and this effeminate bastard was enormous.

The few exchanges just now had already drained nearly all my spiritual energy.

And now, his domain cut off all external spiritual recovery. I could no longer draw strength from the surrounding world.

After dodging my attack, Markas slowly walked over to the ambulance and carried Tang Shanshan out.

“What are you doing!” I stared at him coldly, raising my dimming sword, ready to rush in for close combat.

But as soon as I stepped forward, I realized the black ground had turned into something like a swamp. My feet began to sink slowly into it, unable to be lifted no matter how hard I tried.

Markas stood before me, holding the unconscious Tang Shanshan. Then he extended his hands, and she was lifted by an invisible force, floating horizontally in midair.

“You’re really a stubborn one,” he said with a smile. “But thanks to you… Lord Ghost Emperor can finally be reborn.”

“Ghost Emperor?” I frowned.

A chill ran through me as I saw his gaze fixed entirely on Tang Shanshan.

Could it be… that the Ghost Emperor he mentioned was inside her?

And that ancient Extreme Yin jade…

I didn’t dare continue the thought.

“A mortal flesh like yours is lucky today. You’ll get to witness the revival of the Ghost Emperor with your own eyes.”

“Who exactly are you?” I asked coldly.

Of course, I had no real expectation of getting an answer. I was just stalling for time.

This man’s strength far surpassed mine. His arrogance and contempt for me were my only advantage—I had to exploit it.

Markas remained unhurried, his expression always calm. That signature smile returned as he slowly said:

“Me? I’m merely a partner of the Ghost King. We’re working together on a… very large project.”

While speaking, his gaze returned to the floating Tang Shanshan, and he slowly reached out, as if to touch her face and body.

I cursed him inwardly countless times, but kept my expression steady.

Taking advantage of his distraction, I gathered my remaining spiritual energy into my feet and silently began chanting the Step-Pattern Incantation.

“One step: return of heavenly stars…”

My right foot lifted slightly and stepped forward.

“Two steps: suppress evil…”

My left foot followed.

“Three steps: reverse the waters…”

Each step I took felt like my spiritual energy was being drained like a receding tide. Yet at the same time, I felt myself breaking free from the constraints of his domain, my footing becoming steadier.

“Four steps: extinguish all evil…”

With the fourth step, golden light beneath my feet grew brighter. The dark domain beneath me seemed to be breaking apart, rippling like water, faintly revealing the original street tiles underneath.

“Five steps: thunder roars, six steps: summon divine generals, seven steps: Azure Dragon and Taiyi join forces—ignite thunderfire across ten thousand miles!”

As I completed the seven steps in succession, thunder began echoing within the pitch-black domain.

A hidden thunder dragon seemed to awaken within the darkness, roaring in agony.

The entire dark space trembled violently.

Lightning traveled through it, illuminating it in blue before tearing it apart like fractured glass.

Cracks spread across the domain.

And Markas—of course—had already noticed my actions.

“So you can break my domain,” he said calmly. “The 《Heaven-Penetrating Mystery Record》 your family carries is quite interesting.”

He still stood there motionless, looking at me as if I were nothing more than a performing monkey.

That gaze made my blood boil.

Within the sky, the thunder dragon resonated with my will. A deafening roar echoed as a massive bolt of lightning tore through the darkness, revealing the real sky beyond.

And that bolt did not dissipate.

Instead, it descended directly toward Markas’s head.