socalfunplaces Chapter 393 Saving the Day, Suffering Returns
Chapter 393 Saving the Day, Suffering Returns
Chapter 393 Saving the Day, Suffering Returns
A turbulent current of fire-elemental spiritual light, as red as a fire dragon, slashed towards us.
Hu Mingyue did not dodge.
"Perfect timing to test the limits of this Dao Domain," she thought to herself.
A layer of Nascent Soul Dao Domain, resembling ripples of water, spread around him.
The fire elemental light collided with the edge of the Dao Domain, but instead of exploding, it slid out along the arc of the Dao Domain and smashed a metal elemental law that came from the side to pieces.
On the right, the Earth Element Spiritual Light Law transformed into a giant millstone-shaped rock that pressed down from above.
Hu Mingyue raised her finger and gently tapped the air.
The Nascent Soul Dao Domain instantly concave, forming a funnel-shaped vortex.
The Earth Element Law was sucked into the vortex, swirling rapidly along the edge three times. All its force was dissipated, and it finally turned into a handful of yellow earth, which quietly fell away.
She didn't stop walking.
"I need to speed things up," she thought to herself.
The Dao Domain constantly changes its form according to one's thoughts, sometimes concave like an abyss, sometimes convex like a shield.
Those turbulent currents of law, powerful enough to shred a Nascent Soul cultivator, were all "tamed" within three feet of her body.
With skillful dexterity, she either used the opponent's force against them or drew them together to counteract and neutralize each other.
This is a terrifying form of control that sends chills down your spine.
Her manipulation of the laws of the Nascent Soul and Deity Transformation stages was as effortless as an adult playing house with children. If anyone else were to witness this, they would surely be filled with fear.
Ignoring all the chaos, she moved effortlessly into the heart of the basin, seemingly unaffected by the raging torrents.
What she was looking for was right in the center.
When they were still several hundred feet from the center, Hu Mingyue paused slightly.
There was nothing in front of them, only a violently distorted spatial fluctuation.
It devoured and absorbed all the turbulent currents of laws in the surrounding area.
The fluctuations were so intense that even light passing through them underwent strange refraction.
The lava and ice shards on the ground were swept into it and disappeared in an instant, without a trace.
"It's a spatial vortex." Hu Mingyue stared at the distorted mass, her beautiful eyes narrowing slightly. "Where does it lead? The Spirit Realm?"
She frowned slightly.
Once the turbulent currents of laws surrounding the vortex are drawn in, they disappear without a trace, like a mud ox sinking into the sea, without even causing a ripple.
"We need to find out what's really going on."
Hu Mingyue's mind raced as she tried to send a wisp of her divine sense to quietly probe the edge of the vortex.
The moment their divine sense approached, it was instantly shredded by an extremely tyrannical force!
Hu Mingyue's face turned pale, and she felt as if she were being pricked by needles, with waves of sharp pain shooting through her head.
"Divine sense probing won't work—"
She thought to herself.
The body's magical power was ultimately too weak, only at the initial stage of the Nascent Soul realm, and its meridians simply could not withstand such intense strain.
The chaotic currents of Daoist energy on the periphery were approaching the level of the Nascent Soul stage. Even though she could skillfully guide and resolve them with minimal effort, each manipulation of the laws was challenging the limits of her body.
At this moment, a faint stinging sensation was already coming from deep within the meridians.
The closer she got to the center, the more difficult it became to move forward. The core laws surged forth like a tidal wave, and even with her superb skills, she could not completely neutralize them.
Hu Mingyue continued to move inward, but could only repeatedly detour and avoid the core of the laws that she could not deal with directly. It was impossible for her to rush straight to the center.
Every step taken requires precise calculation of the trajectory of the surrounding laws.
The outer edge of the valley.
The group from the Great Green Realm were retreating hastily in a group.
Taking advantage of a brief respite from the turbulent currents, they ventured into the shallower parts of the valley and each made their own gains. Yuan Ling had a strange stone hidden in her sleeve, shimmering with five-colored light, a precious fifth-grade refining material.
Ji Wuchen obtained a damaged spiritual treasure, its surface still stained with blood;
Inside Liu Qingqing's storage bag was a rare artifact that emitted high-level inheritance fluctuations;
Xuan Hui even took away a fifth-order relic left behind by a high monk of the Vajra Temple who passed away tens of thousands of years ago, which contained a rich fifth-order golden crystal source power.
Although the treasure has been obtained, the escape route has been cut off.
A human-faced dragon coiled in mid-air, its vertical pupils fixed on the group of people, slowly approaching.
It flicked its scarlet tongue, thinking to itself:
A few days ago, it sensed from afar that the aura of the ascetic monk suddenly surged, then rapidly weakened, and now that the Nascent Soul avatar had completely disappeared, it was highly likely that he had perished somewhere on the ancient battlefield.
In this perilous place, loss and destruction are commonplace.
Now that Kudu is dead, the people of the Great Green Realm have lost their greatest support.
The human-faced dragon impatiently slapped the ground with its tail, causing rocks to crack and shards to fly everywhere.
"Cultivators from the Great Azure Realm dare to covet the opportunities on the outskirts of this place?"
It sneered inwardly, "Now that my backer has fallen, I'll start by taking you down with me."
In the distance, a lion with a fiery mane stands in confrontation with a girl who looks like an elf and holds a longbow.
The young girl drew her bowstring taut, the arrow locked onto the lion's forehead; the lion crouched low and roared, its claws digging deep into the ground, its fighting spirit about to ignite.
Further away, streaks of light pierced the sky as cultivators from other realms continuously rushed towards this core area.
The human-faced dragon scanned its surroundings, knowing that these outsiders were all plotting for opportunities deep within the basin.
She had her own plans: "The Great Green Realm will be invaded sooner or later, and these people are destined to die. I might as well strike first, gain the initial merit, and then take advantage of the situation when I invade the Great Green Realm later. Besides—the treasures they get are all of good quality."
Why not kill two birds with one stone?
The next moment, the human-faced dragon suddenly launched an attack, its massive body transforming into a black shadow as it crashed into Liu Qingqing's sword formation.
Liu Qingqing hurriedly urged her sixteen flying swords to form an array to defend herself. The sword light was sharp, but it was shattered by a single scale of the human-faced dragon. The sword array collapsed, and she suffered a backlash, vomiting blood and flying backward.
Ji Wuchen gritted his teeth and summoned the broken spiritual treasure bronze mirror to protect himself, but it was shattered by the tail of the human-faced dragon, and he was hit by the aftershock amidst the flying fragments.
Yuan Lingling's fist, wreathed in silver-red flames, struck the scales, leaving only a white mark. She was then forced back by the poisonous mist of the human-faced dragon, her skirt corroded. Xuan Hui formed hand seals, unleashing several golden beams to restrain them, but not even a spark was ignited.
Even with the four of them working together, they were still no match for the dragon's might and suffered repeated defeats.
With Kudu gone, even with Yuan Lingling, Ji Wuchen, Liu Qingqing, and Xuan Hui joining forces, they were no match for the Human-Faced Flood Dragon. They fought and retreated, each step leaving a glaring trail of blood on the ground.
When Chen Yi arrived, this was roughly what he saw.
He hid behind the spiritual light of heaven and earth, several miles away, silently watching the battle, while using his divine sense to calculate the terrifying five elements spiritual light and spatial fluctuations deep in the basin.
On the left, the two facing off against the Lion Bow remained motionless, both waiting for an opportunity and watching coldly as the Human-Faced Flood Dragon toyed with the people of the Great Green Realm.
On the right, several streaks of light were approaching from afar—assistance from other realms.
Directly in front, the human-faced dragon had completely suppressed Yuan Lingling and the others.
The four from the Great Green Realm were already at their limit: Yuan Lingling's fist bones were injured, Ji Wuchen's spiritual treasure was damaged, Liu Qingqing's sword energy could not break through the scale defense, and Xuan Hui's magic technique was even more futile.
"The death of Kudu is indeed a variable—" Chen Yi narrowed his eyes, understanding dawning on him. "So their target is the border of the Black Mountain Secret Realm."
After a moment's thought, he decided to take action.
Although it seemed that Yuan Lingling and Ji Wuchen did not use their full strength, Chen Yi had his own plans. Besides, even if Yuan Lingling and Ji Wuchen unleashed their power, they might not be a match for the Human-Faced Flood Dragon.
The priority is to save the future Great Qing Realm from invasion; it cannot be without rising stars to resist it. Besides, Ji Wuchen and Yuan Lingling both have a history with him.
He turned to look at Ning Bu'er, who was hiding behind him, and transmitted his voice, "You stay in the back and wait for an opportunity to leave the secret realm first."
Ning Bu'er was slightly taken aback and looked at Chen Yi.
"Things have changed here," Chen Yi continued telepathically. "After you leave, immediately tell Fairy Xuan Yin to retreat to the rear. When the great battle begins, do not rush to the front line."
Ning Bu'er nodded solemnly. She was already quite strong, but Chen Yi had been reluctant to let her fight, lest the Vajra Temple target her first after they left. Now she had no choice but to retreat and decided to focus on cultivating her Demonic Flame Divine Power and Soul Thunder Origin, so she could serve as Chen Yi's logistical support when needed.
Chen Yi looked away.
The situation at the front now appears to be quite critical.
Liu Qingqing gritted her teeth, her hands forming hand seals as she swiftly urged her spiritual energy to surge within her body.
"go!"
With a flick of her fingers, her natal flying sword transformed into a streak of azure light, tearing through the air with a sharp whistling sound, and pierced straight into the belly of the human-faced dragon.
The sword tip precisely struck the grayish-white petrified skin—
"Ding!"
The sound of metal clashing rang out, and sparks flew.
The flying sword was sent flying backward by the immense force, its blade trembling incessantly; Liu Qingqing let out a muffled groan, blood trickling from the corner of her lips, her face turning even paler.
This defense is simply unbreakable!
She suppressed the turmoil in her blood and qi, her eyes filled with resentment.
The monk Xuanhui clasped his hands together, chanted scriptures, and his skin shone with a bronze luster.
He roared, his feet shattering the void, his body shooting out like a cannonball, his fists carrying the force of wind and thunder, slamming hard into the back of the human-faced dragon!
"Bang--!"
A dull thud resounded, and Xuan Hui felt his arms tremble violently, his tiger's mouth split open, and blood flowed down between his fingers.
The human-faced dragon remained completely still.
"What kind of monster is this?!" Xuan Hui was horrified and retreated hastily.
The four of them launched a fierce attack together, their magical treasures and spells intertwining and bursting with light, but they still could not break through the petrified skin of the human-faced dragon's defensive magic.
The human-faced dragon hovered leisurely in the air, a mocking sneer appearing on its face that was neither human nor inhuman.
Its eyes suddenly flashed with a strange gray-white light, and its gaze swept towards Liu Qingqing like lightning!
Liu Qingqing felt a chill run down her spine. Her flying sword flashed beneath her feet, and she moved dozens of feet to the side.
His gray gaze brushed past the hem of her dress, and that hem instantly lost its color, turning into a stubborn stone that fell straight to the ground and shattered into pieces.
If you are struck by the petrified gaze of the human-faced dragon, you will be severely injured or crippled even if you don't die!
The four were forced into a disorganized formation and could only dodge and weave, with no chance to fight back.
The human-faced dragon's long tail swayed in the air, each flick creating visible waves of magical power in the void.
These fluctuations spread like ripples on water, sealing off all escape routes and making the air thick and sticky, pressing down on the protective aura of the four people.
It slowly approached the four of them, its icy voice piercing through the spiritual light and exploding directly in their ears: "Hand over all the treasures you have obtained here, and I may spare a wisp of your soul for reincarnation."
Ji Wuchen and Yuan Lingling exchanged a glance, surprised but not flustered.
Ji Wuchen's fingers quietly touched the storage bag at his waist, inside which was a spatial escape talisman given by a family elder, his last resort.
Yuan Lingling also gripped a silver jade treasure in her sleeve tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force, ready to activate it at any moment.
They still have a trump card to save their lives, but the cost is too high, and they are unwilling to use it unless they are in dire straits.
Xuan Hui's expression changed again. He took two steps back, his chest heaving violently, and forced himself to shout, "Human-faced Flood Dragon, don't push your luck! My Vajra Temple's Patriarch, Ku Du, is still here. When he arrives, he will tear your tendons and skin you alive!"
"Ha ha ha ha--!"
The human-faced dragon raised its head and laughed loudly. It stopped its long tail, looked down at Xuan Hui from its high position, and sneered, "Bitter salvation? Hmph!"
"Five days ago, I sensed from afar that his primordial power had erupted to its peak—an energy level that his avatar's physical body could not withstand!"
"Five days have passed, and there has been no further fluctuation of the Golden Crystal Source—he has most likely died somewhere."
A hint of mockery flashed in its vertical pupils: "Still dreaming he'll come to save you? You'd better pray for your own good fortune!"
After waiting for three to five days, and with no further movement from the other side, the Human-Faced Flood Dragon was finally relieved.
Upon hearing this, Xuan Hui's face turned deathly pale: "What?! The Patriarch—has fallen?! No, impossible!"
He shook his head repeatedly, the golden light around him dimmed rapidly, and the light in his eyes gradually faded.
On a distant mountaintop, Yin Yan stood silently watching the battle, taking in the entire scene of the Human-Faced Flood Dragon surrounding and attacking the group from the Great Green Realm.
Upon hearing the Human-Faced Flood Dragon's assertion that Kudu was dead, Yin Yan nodded slightly. Chen Yi had said that Kudu was trapped by creatures from the Void Realm and had not emerged for five days. Given his physical condition at the time, he was indeed in grave danger.
In other words, this group of people are probably doomed today.
Beside it, the fiery lion flicked its mane, exhaled a scorching breath, and dug several deep furrows in the ground with its sharp claws, as if pondering: "Is that Bitter-Calling Monk from the Great Green Realm really that formidable?"
The girl holding a longbow, who looked like an elf, also turned her head to look over. Her pointed ears twitched slightly, and a hint of curiosity flashed in her eyes as she wondered who this person was that made the human-faced dragon so wary, even having to repeatedly confirm his life or death.
Just as the human-faced dragon finished speaking, a golden light flashed in the distance.
A figure emerged from the chaotic void, shimmering with golden lotus steps.
"Who said this monk is dead?"
Although the sound was not loud, it was so clear that it overwhelmed the roar of the battlefield and reached the ears of everyone present.
A handsome young monk was surrounded by golden light, and lotus flowers bloomed and closed in the air with each step. Each petal exuded a profound Taoist charm.
He arrived at breakneck speed using his late-stage fourth-tier physical escape technique, and wherever he went, the chaotic spiritual light was forcibly cut open by the dazzling golden light, creating a passage.
Everyone turned around at once, and all the light focused on the young monk.
"Human-faced Flood Dragon, I have only been gone for a few days, yet you have already bullied my temple's younger disciples and fellow practitioners of the Great Azure Realm."
The young monk hovered in mid-air, one palm held upright in front of his chest, his robes fluttering even without wind.
"You, a demon in the mortal realm, dare to bully the weak in this way; you truly have no shame."
"Today, don't blame me for skinning you alive and pulling out your tendons, to rectify the atmosphere of the cultivation world!"
The human-faced dragon looked up at the sound, its expression changing drastically: "Ku Du? You're still alive?!"
She immediately used her divine sense to scan Kudu's entire body, only to find that the strength of this body was not weak at all, and it had not suffered any backlash from the fifth-order primordial power that had erupted earlier; its skin, flesh, and bones were intact.
However, the golden crystal energy emanating from its body was much weaker than before.
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