I summoned all the famous generals of history in another world.

Chapter 296 Catching the Obstacles

I always feel like I owe this world something for no reason.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, Yunyi Xianweng's behavior is foolish and ridiculous.

But isn't this world exactly in need of people who are willing to risk everything for their ideals?

Their existence prevented this chaotic world from falling into complete darkness, bringing a glimmer of hope to the world.

Everyone laughs at them for being foolish and naive, but everyone hopes that there will be more people like Yunyi Xianweng in this world.

Thanks to them, the world doesn't completely lose hope.

The old ghost of the underworld sighed softly, knowing that further words were useless and that only strength could determine the victor.

With a swift movement, he attacked Immortal Yunyi like a ghost, his palm shrouded in black mist—his unique skill, "Netherworld Heavenly Fiend Qi."

Despite the fierce attack, Immortal Yunyi showed no fear.

He took a deep breath, formed hand seals, and chanted, "Spirits of Heaven and Earth, heed my command! Heaven and Earth are the symbols, and the warp and weft are the guides!"

As the incantation ended, the talisman in his hand suddenly lit up, transforming into a golden light that flew towards the Netherworld Old Ghost.

The old ghost of the underworld sneered, and with a flash, he dodged the binding of the talisman and launched an even more ferocious attack.

His "Netherworld Fiend Aura" appeared particularly eerie in the darkness, as if it could devour all light.

Unmoved, Immortal Yunyi once again formed a hand seal and chanted an incantation: "Sun, moon, and stars, at my command; power of the talisman, protect me!"

A new talisman flew from his hand, meeting the attack of the Netherworld Old Ghost.

In the night sky, the talisman and the "Netherworld Heavenly Fiend Qi" collided violently, producing a deafening roar.

Immortal Yunyi moved swiftly, dodging the attacks of the Netherworld Old Ghost as smoothly as flowing clouds and water.

At the same time, he made hand seals, and talismans flew out from his hands, turning into golden chains that wrapped around the old ghost of the underworld.

The old ghost of the underworld sneered, and with a flash, easily dodged the binding spell.

His movements were as swift as lightning, and he launched another fierce attack on Immortal Yunyi.

Unmoved, Immortal Yunyi moved like the wind, dodging the attacks of the Netherworld Old Ghost.

At the same time, the "Qiankun Talisman Scripture" in his hand was activated again.

One after another, talismans enveloped the old ghost of the underworld like a net.

The two exchanged blows for dozens of rounds in the night sky, each attack extremely dangerous.

The Netherworld Old Ghost's "Netherworld Heavenly Fiend Qi" is strange and unpredictable.

However, Yunyi Immortal's "Qiankun Talisman Scripture" always managed to cleverly neutralize his attacks.

"Old ghost, your 'Netherworld Heavenly Fiend Qi' truly lives up to its name."

While dodging the attacks, Immortal Yunyi did not forget to praise his opponent.

...

Meanwhile, the Master of the Suspended Mirror Bureau and Immortal Yunyi were being stopped by someone.

Si Ruokong, who was also heading to Zixia Mountain, encountered his own opponent.

Three old monsters who emerged from the Hundred Schools of Thought stood like shadows in his path.

These three men, all with white hair, were remarkably vigorous. Their ancient robes fluttered gently in the breeze, making them appear like wise men who had stepped out of a dusty historical scroll.

Two of the elders, both in the late stages of the Celestial Realm, had eyes as deep as the sea, and their every move seemed to contain the ultimate truths of the universe.

It was as if he had become one with heaven and earth, reaching the pinnacle of martial arts.

"Zuo Qiuming of the Yin-Yang School greets Fellow Daoist Si."

The first old man stroked his long beard and spoke in a loud, clear voice. The "Tai Chi Profound Way" he cultivated could harmonize Yin and Yang, transform strength into softness, and overcome hardness with softness.

"Gongsun Hong of the Mohist school, it's a pleasure to meet you."

The second old man bowed respectfully. His "Universal Love and Non-Aggression Swordplay" incorporated Mohist philosophy, making it both offensive and defensive, and virtually invincible.

"Han Duanbo, a strategist, wishes to exchange a few moves with the patriarch."

The last elder, a mid-stage Celestial Being, smiled slightly.

"The Hundred Schools of Thought?"

"You guys got involved too?"

"They're all just a bunch of traitors and rebels!"

Si Ruokong stopped in his tracks, a hint of coldness flashing between his brows.

The three old men in front of him simply smiled indifferently, not taking Si Ruokong's accusations seriously.

They stood tall like pine trees, exuding an aura of transcendence from the mundane world.

"Fellow Daoist Si, you flatter me."

"We are merely following the will of Heaven and serving our respective masters."

Zuo Qiuming stroked his beard lightly, not taking offense.

"Everything in the world has its own way."

"Everything we do is predetermined."

Gongsun Hong also chimed in.

"Were you sent by that little brat, the Night King?"

A cold glint flashed between Si Ruokong's brows, and his voice seemed to pierce through a thousand years of ice.

Yes and no.

Zuo Qiuming, Gongsun Hong, and Han Duanbo exchanged glances, and finally Zuo Qiuming spoke.

The three of them did come to help the Night King, but they were not betting on him.

His only task was to stop Si Ruokong, the strongest warrior of the Great Qian Dynasty in Yuzhou.

"The Night King aspires to rule the world, and his ambition is commendable. However, we, the various schools of thought, though each acting independently, also possess a keen understanding of the general trend of the world."

"The path of the Night King is not the only option. We are merely following the trend of the times and seeking a glimmer of hope for the world."

Gongsun Hong continued.

"Ancestor Si, as the ancestor of the Great Qian royal family, you naturally have a more thorough understanding of the world's affairs than we do."

Gongsun Hong continued.

"Ancestor Si, as the ancestor of the Great Qian royal family, you naturally have a more thorough understanding of the world's affairs than we do."

"Although the Night King has great ambitions, the affairs of the world cannot be accomplished by one person alone."

"We are willing to lend him a hand, but we are not placing all our bets on him."

Han Duanbo added.

"Hmph, what a fine way of adapting to the times! You various schools of thought have always been good at changing your stance according to the wind. This time, you are helping the Night King simply because you have your eyes on some kind of benefit from him."

"That sounds so nice!"

Upon hearing this, Si Ruokong couldn't help but sneer.

Zuo Qiuming and the others remained expressionless upon hearing this.

"What Fellow Daoist Si said is absolutely right."

"However, the overall situation of the world is a gamble."

"Since we have chosen to place a bet, we are prepared to win or lose."

"If the Night King succeeds, that's fine; if he fails, it's simply fate."

Gongsun Hong smiled dismissively.

"Hmph! We have different paths, so we cannot work together."

Si Ruokong sneered coldly, his brows furrowed with disdain and resolute determination.

"A bunch of traitors, how dare they speak so grandly!"

His voice was like the north wind in winter, cold and sharp.

After saying that, Si Ruokong moved like an arrow released from a bow, heading straight for the three people opposite him.

The "Dragon Roar Palm" in his hand was ready to be unleashed.

A faint dragon's roar could be heard from the palm of his hand, as if a real dragon was about to break through the sky.

Faced with such power, Zuo Qiuming, Gongsun Hong, and Han Duanbo all wore solemn expressions.

They knew that no one could defeat Si Ruokong alone.

This ancestor of the Great Qian Dynasty, who had been famous for a century, possessed unfathomable strength and was by no means an ordinary person.

Therefore, the three of them decided to join forces to stop Si Ruokong.

Otherwise, he would have come alone to face the enraged Si Ruokong.

I'm afraid none of them could withstand it.

They each channeled their inner strength, preparing to join forces to resist Si Ruokong's fierce attack.

Zuo Qiuming moved erratically, like a ghost, around Si Ruokong, trying to distract him.

Gongsun Hong gripped his dark-colored longsword tightly, the tip pointing directly at Si Ruokong, searching for an opening.

The three worked together seamlessly, as if they were one.

Although their moves were different, each move was perfectly coordinated with the actions of the other two.

However, Si Ruokong's "Qiankun Dragon Roar Palm" had already arrived with a thunderous roar.

The palm strike was like a dragon, deafeningly powerful.