Chapter 1871: Turmoil
layer, yet it's still not enough. It's also bound by shackles.Those corpse flowers, blood pearls, rooted in the crevices of bones, drew strength from ancient corpses to grow. They were hauntingly beau..."Hahaha..."
The dragon's tail swept away the twenty-four days of prison and the remnants of the monster pictures, and the laughter of the white-clothed demon king echoed in the altar.
Zhuge's heart was a maelstrom of conflicting emotions, but at this moment, he couldn't afford to dwell on them. The storm brought by the dragon's tail relentlessly devoured one illusion after another.
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They witnessed the recently passed illusion being devoured by the storm. What was once a peaceful illusion was torn apart, its fragments swept up and pulverized by the tempestuous winds, further fueling the assault on other illusions with even greater ferocity.
The storm acts like a death warrant; falling behind even by a step could lead to irreversible ruin.
The hall was empty.
The great cave of the Xiangyun Center had golden light spraying outwards, and the dragon's tail finally withdrew from the altar.
‘Swish!’
The dragon's tail disappeared into the clouds, like a fleeting glimpse, invisible to the eye. Then, a golden light streaked across the sky and vanished at high speed.
The clouds surged and thunder rumbled.
From beginning to end, no one has ever seen the true face of the Great Sage of the Monster Race.
From the Dragon's Tail Cave to the altar, and then rolling away the remaining fragments of the map, the whole process was over in an instant.
But at this time, the bronze bell was blocked by black wings, and the Starry Jade Talisman was trapped within the Thunder Domain.
... 'Jingle bell...'
The ringtone was unusually frantic.
Rings of sound waves erupted from the bell, dense and interconnected, resembling swirls of ochre-yellow energy floating in the void. They surged towards the black wings.
There are no crashing waves, only layers upon layers of sound waves. Seemingly gentle, they push forward, but as they spread, there is a surprising force accumulating within them.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Sound waves pounded against the black wings, which did not yield. They pressed down with an unstoppable force, like the sky itself collapsing.
The impact was earth-shattering, a testament to the clash between a Daoist True Monarch and a Nascent Soul beast.
The black feathers on its wings were no longer smooth and soft, but became a tangled mess. Yellow light flowed across the feathers, gradually spreading over the beast's body until it finally outlined the creature in its entirety.
A pair of wings spread wide in the boundless expanse, obscuring the heavens as they swooped down from above.
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It was a ferocious beast shaped like an eagle or falcon, with eyes as large as the sun and moon, shooting out terrifying glares.
But the eagles and falcons of this world are nowhere near this size. Anyone who has ever seen this beast would think of the giant Peng bird from Taoist scriptures, one that soars above the clouds and carries the sky on its back.
The brass bell, no larger than a beast's feather, emitted yellow sound waves that enveloped the beast completely.
A tiny bell mouth faced the ferocious beast directly. The bell mouth was the source, and the sound waves were like a pocket, eager to swallow the massive beast whole.
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The Starry Jade Talisman is deeply embedded in the Thunder Domain.
Stream after stream of gray lightning struck the Starry Jade Talisman like rain, but the moment it hit the talisman, it was as if striking empty space. Even the thunderclap became muffled.
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Then looking at the center of the thunder domain, the jade talisman was gone, replaced by a ball of starlight.
The starlight is not condensed, but dispersed, and between the points of starlight is the dark night sky.
At this moment, the starry sky is expanding outwards. Unlike the illusory star maps that appeared before, these stars are real, but they are all on a single plane. It turns out to be a celestial map.
The Jade Talisman evolves into a star map.
As the star chart unfolded, streaks of gray lightning incessantly struck its surface, shattering stars one by one, yet failing to destroy the celestial map. The thunderclaps echoed muffled, as if resonating within an infinite void.
Finally, the range of the thunder domain exceeding the star map is still expanding, and the thunder domain has instead become part of the starry sea.
Soon, the star chart soared past the brass bell, transforming it into a negligible yellow star.
The stars in the star chart were many times brighter than they originally were, hanging in the sky and forming a real starry sky.
As night falls upon this world.
Before, when the beast's wings obscured the heavens, it also brought darkness, but people could tell the difference and felt only fear in their hearts.
At this moment, if the star map remained unchanged and continued to hold its current state, people would not question it. Instead, they would assume that heaven had simply turned black.
Under the starry sky, a figure condensed from starlight slowly emerged.
He was ethereal, dressed in a starry robe, his appearance indistinguishable from the Taoist priests who governed the Golden Temple.
As the ethereal figure of the Daoist appeared, the expansion of the star chart accelerated manifold, instantly encompassing the black-winged beast within its starry expanse.
The Taoist pointed at the empty space.
‘Swish! Swish! Swish!’
Stars shot out starlight, strands of starlight connecting with each other, the star map transforming into a vast celestial net, attempting to entrap the two beasts with its own power.
"Shriek!"
This ferocious beast was enraged, letting out a series of sharp shrieks. Its wings flapped violently, slamming into the star chart with force.
Taking this opportunity, the bronze bell collected sound waves, trembling slightly, transforming into a red light that flew over the ferocious beast and shot towards the Great Saint of the demon clan.
At this time, the dragon's tail had already retreated into the clouds.
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The dark clouds receded like a tide, and red and gold chased each other, vanishing at the horizon.
The figure of the Daoist moved slightly, as if about to step out of the starry sea, but then stopped.
The two ferocious beasts obviously wouldn't be so easily contained, and the Daoist wasn't sure if they would pursue him after he left, or charge down towards the Dao Sect cultivators below.
If a monster of the Great Saint level were to charge into the ranks, the consequences would be unimaginable.
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As the gaze swept past the battle stage, smoke billowed from the rear, forming a square of beasts.
In the deepest depths of the source of evil, the Daoist still sensed a faint but unsettling aura. He was beginning to feel restless and uneasy.
The ghosts' nation drumming the demon drum here is undoubtedly a risky move. If it goes wrong, the Taoist sect will suffer heavy losses, and the ghost nation will also be unable to save itself.
The Taoist looked out at the horizon, his brow furrowed.
The court is in unprecedented turmoil.
Here, even Nascent Soul cultivators are like ants. Rays of light flit through the endless phantasmagoria.
Some are frantically fleeing, some are going against the tide, and others are watching, seeking shelter.
A bolt of lightning was flying towards Qin Sang's cave.
After the departure of the left real person, Qin Sang also immediately set off. He did not follow the left real person, but instead rushed back to his cave dwelling at the fastest speed.
"That must be the great saint of the demon clan..."
The sight of the dragon's tail lingered in my mind for a long time.
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Furthermore, when considering Zuo Zhenren's behavior, the truth becomes self-evident.
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“I don’t know what the situation is outside the Daoist platform yet. Since a Great Saint of the demon race has taken action personally, the true monarchs of Taoism must have also appeared… Leaving with one strike, could it be that the Heavenly Court has already been seized by the Great Saints of the demon race”
Qin Sang felt a surge of unease.
He is not a member of the Taoist school, yet he relies on talismans to establish himself in this world. If all Taoist schools fail and lose the divine court, wouldn't his own path be controlled by demons
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Prior to this, Qin Sang had not realized how significant this battle was, nor the vast scope of its implications.
Moreover, this battle's impact on him went far beyond this.
Qin Sang turned his head to look into the depths of the imperial platform. If he was right, the Dragon Tail's target was the place mentioned by the left real person before, not far from the red gold spirit needle. I'm afraid the red gold spirit needle has already been swept in by the storm.
It is unpredictable what impact this battle will have on the interdimensional passage, and the return plan is hindered.
However, these are just afterthoughts. The most pressing matter is the flower spirit in their own cave dwelling.
No matter what, Hualing cannot be destroyed.
"Whoosh!"
A beam of light pierced through the barrier and hovered above the grand formation of flowers.
Qin Sang swept across the flower field, seeing the spirit blossoms sway and the dragon tail shake the altar. There was already a ripple of energy transmitting through it.
His expression was solemn, his thoughts racing. He hesitated for a moment and didn't immediately move the spirit flower, choosing to observe it further.
The strike from the Great Saint of the demon clan should not be enough to shake the entire Tribunal. Unless the True Monarchs of the Daoist sect and the Great Saint of the demon clan continue to fight within the Tribunal.
This cave dwelling might have a chance of being preserved.
Now going out, being caught in the battlefield of the powerful beings during the integration period, is not necessarily safer than here. The altar also serves as a barrier.
Qin Sang hung suspended above the flower field, focusing on the depths of the governing platform. He sensed the fluctuations of the illusory vision storm and occasionally looked up at the sky.
His heart was always on edge, ready to whisk Huá Líng away at any moment.
The storm is raging worse and worse.
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At times, illusions are consumed by storms and constantly expand outward.
Qin Sang was still within the confines of his cave, untouched by the storm's fury. Yet, the tremors he sensed grew increasingly powerful.
Soon, even areas not directly hit by the storm's center were affected. Illusions everywhere were shaken to their foundations, with strange phenomena and golden explosions occurring, much like before.
Qin Sang's feet rumbled, the sound caused by the trembling of the vast field of flowers.
As time passed, the vibrations grew increasingly violent. Qin Sang also retreated into the formation, his eyes flickering with light as if he were deducing something.
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“It seems the storm’s expansion is starting to slow down...”
Qin Sang murmured.
It seems that the long-standing balance of the Heavenly Court has not been as fragile as it appears. The lingering divine powers from ancient times have stabilized countless years, and they can also, to a certain extent, counter the storm.
When a certain limit is reached, the storm will stop expanding and a turning point has emerged.
However, Qin Sang was also unclear where the limits of the storm lay.
The onslaught against the formation grew stronger. Qin Sang took action to stabilize the formation, but it was still unable to calm the chaos in Huatian.
"No good!"
Qin Sang's eyes lit up, remembering something. He flashed into the flower field's secret passage and sure enough, he discovered that the poisonous fruit inside was shaking violently.
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The poison array in the acupoint is a later addition, cleverly embedded within the Flower Field Array. When the large array is attacked, even the poisonous fruits are not spared.
If this continues, the remaining saliva is likely to be destroyed.
Qin Sang had no choice but to split another wisp of his mind to focus on the poisonous fruit and returned outside to preside over the grand formation.
…roar...
The expansion of the storm has noticeably slowed down.
However, the Gathering Poison Formation could no longer be sustained. Qin Sang flashed back to the Spirit Eye, letting out a sigh as he plucked the poison fruit and stored it in his jade bottle.
Transplanting a flower spirit takes a long time to recover, and these juices are able to support him in breaking through the later stages of Nascent Soul. It cannot be destroyed here.
When the poisoned fruit was taken, the poison array immediately fell into chaos. Because of the interconnected qi, the flower field formation was affected and developed some cracks, adding insult to injury.
Qin Sang exerted all his strength, resisting wave after wave of attacks. He witnessed the flower spirits below staggering and falling, some showing signs of weakness, and felt a deep pang of sorrow.
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When Qin Sang was protecting his own cave dwelling, the old Taoist priest and others were desperately fleeing for their lives.
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On their journey, they consumed countless precious talismans and treasures.
Finally, they met the first of their kind.
"Lei Zhenren!"
The Purple Robe Immortal exclaimed, his voice filled with surprise.
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They had just gone through a fierce battle and protected so many juniors from escaping. They were already exhausted, finally waiting for reinforcements.
After the appearance of Nantianmen, all Daoist masters rushed towards it. Even with a storm brewing, these masters did not abandon their fellow practitioners but chose to fight against the wind and rain.
The newcomer was a handsome young man, about twenty years old. He had a neatly trimmed beard and an air of refinement.
Seeing the old Taoist priest and others, Lei Zhenren clearly relaxed, waving his hand to shoot out dozens of spirit talismans. The talisman light sprinkled onto the battle formation, and everyone was like being in a gust of wind, their speed of flying escape greatly increased.
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The two parties met. The Daoist in purple robes, seeing that he was alone, opened his mouth and asked.
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"The poor monk has never encountered other Taoist companions. As for those juniors, they are all waiting in the rear…"
As he spoke, Lei Zhenren steered the Lu Altar, merging into the formation and sharing the burden for the four Great Immortals.
Gradually, more and more great immortals came to reinforce. In the end, even Left Immortal arrived.
With all working together, the pressure is greatly reduced, and the rate of expansion of the storm has begun to slow.
Finally, Zhu Zhen stopped his steps and looked back at the way he had come.
They could see with their own eyes a swirling, murky storm, consuming everything in its path. There was no trace of any illusions within it.
Left Realman and others had already learned the truth.
Gazing at the storm, the true believers fell into a long silence.
“The Divine Court's emergence... is it true”
Lei Zhenren's expression was stunned, his voice like a murmur, his face full of unwillingness, "Really...just a bait from the Ghost Fang Country"
All is true, but words are silent.
All true believers understand what the return of the divine court means. Just when hope had arisen, it was dashed, and even their steadfast hearts found it difficult to bear.
Even though the demon gods took half of the divine court, it was better than now.
"A century ago, that change in the court of governance, was it just an ordinary tremor" The real person of Ruquan raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at the old Taoist priest.
It's easy to concoct a plan, but the difficulty lies in convincing Dao Ting and the True Monarch that the Divine Court has truly emerged.
The Ghost Nation's scheme had been in the works for quite some time. It can be inferred that it began after the altar incident.
If it were just an ordinary tremor, even if the Divine Court's decree were made to be incredibly convincing, it would still be difficult for the Dao Court to go all in, wouldn't it
The old Taoist priest was silent.
No one could answer the questions of Master Ruoquan.
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They could hear the bitterness in his question, the unwillingness of Jōzan True Person to accept it. They too wished for Shan Zhi to reign over the mountain and for untold secrets to be revealed, rather than a mere conspiracy.
After a while, the purple-robed real person sighed softly, “The Twenty-Four Heavens Prison Diagram is lost in our hands. I don't know how to explain it to the friends from Yintiangong.”
Upon hearing this, everyone looked at the old Taoist priest with caution.
Perhaps out of guilt and uneasiness, the old Taoist priest kept his face tight, not saying a word.
The Purple Robed Real Person is now saying this to share the blame for losing the treasure.
Someone muttered, "For the Yintian Palace, this might not be a bad thing. The Ghost Fang Kingdom has been planning for over a hundred years. Many demon kings have willingly reduced their cultivation, and the scene of the Divine Court's emergence is so realistic, it shows that the Great Saints of the Demon Clan are determined to obtain the Twenty-Four Heavens Prison Diagram at all costs. Even if we don't bring them here, there will definitely be a back-up plan to lure away the two True Monarchs... Once the Great Saints of the Demon Clan personally arrive at He'ming Mountain, I fear that it will not only be the diagram that is lost."
That being said.
But all the Zhens knew deep down that this was a conversation for their ears only, and not something to use when dealing with Yintiangong.
"The True Monarch will definitely compensate Yintian Palace for its losses. I wonder how the battle outside is going. We can't stay here for long, let's get out quickly and kill some demons to atone for our crimes!"
Left True Person replied.
All the true disciples nodded, no longer lingering, they mounted their escaping lights and flew away from the governing platform.
(The end)
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