HPDBC Chapter 1000 - Chapter 1000 Volume 6 Spirit Treasures Chapter 996 Wonderful Illusory Celestial Phenomenon
Chapter 1000 - Chapter 1000 Volume 6 Spirit Treasures Chapter 996 Wonderful Illusory Celestial Phenomenon
Chapter 1000: Volume 6 Spirit Treasures Chapter 996 Wonderful Illusory Celestial Phenomenon Chapter 1000: Volume 6 Spirit Treasures Chapter 996 Wonderful Illusory Celestial Phenomenon “`
“It’s impossible!
Under the suppression of two spirit treasures of heavenly skill, it’s simply not possible for anyone in this realm to break free from the Nine True Demon Subduing Array.
Besides, the seal has already cracked; if a predecessor had truly escaped, they would have left this mountain long ago.
Why would they still linger here?
It’s likely that only a sliver of Divine Sense managed to break free, intending to frighten me away,” Xiang salutes thought after his initial panic, his expression returning to calm in the blink of an eye.
“You know about the Nine True Demon Subduing Array and the spirit treasures of heavenly skill!
Could you be a descendant of the three sons of Kunwu?” Although the woman’s voice remained pleasant to the ear, her words suddenly turned colder.
“I am not a descendant of the three esteemed peers of the Kunwu sons, but there are indeed a few in this realm who are aware of the predecessor’s matters.
By chance, I happen to be one of them,” Xiang salutes said while continuously looking around cautiously, appearing extremely vigilant.
“Hmph!
There’s no need to look for anything.
My true body has indeed not escaped imprisonment, but I won’t allow you to ruin this once-in-a-millennium chance to break free.
You’ll just stay here obediently for several months,” the woman said coldly.
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No sooner had the woman spoken than the space above the stone kiosk twisted, and a white, misty whirlpool appeared out of nowhere, with swathes of five-coloured brilliance suddenly cascading from within the whirlpool, enveloping the little old man.
“Wonderful Illusory Celestial Phenomenon!” Xiang salutes exclaimed as his face drastically changed, and without a second thought, he transformed into a streak of light, shooting out.
But the brilliance spun slightly, and a massive force of suction manifested from thin air, forcibly causing the old man’s streak of light to pause momentarily.
With a sweep of the radiance, Xiang salutes disappeared from the spot instantly, vanishing as if he had never been there.
“It looks like I must sleep a while longer.
The cultivators arriving here are getting better and better!
I hope that on the day I awaken, it will be the time of my true release!
Three sons of Kunwu, I will make you aware of the cost of sealing me!
On that day, kikiki…” The woman muttered weakly before breaking into a mad and charming giggle, then abruptly stopped.
Seven days later, when the Ye Clan had breached the Wanxiu Gate but found themselves trapped in an extremely cleverly devised Illusion Array, Han Li and his two companions were also stopped by a strange restrictive formation on the stone steps, forced to ponder deeply how to break it.
Above the ground where the seal lay, the vicinity of the nameless small lake became abnormally lively.
The cultivators gathered here numbered over a thousand, dispersed across dozens of miles, with even ten some Nascent Soul cultivators making an appearance.
Among them, the most conspicuous group was the four elders of the Poison Holy Gate standing side by side on the shore of the lake.
The rest of the Nascent Soul cultivators were mostly acting alone, having clearly rushed over upon hearing the news.
At that moment, a disciple of the Poison Holy Gate was reporting something to several of the elders.
“Great Elder, we have searched most of the underground seals and have some clues.
Twenty-some miles from here underground, something has been intentionally masked by an Illusion Array.
Disciples proficient in formations are striving to break it there.
Although it’s just a Temporary Spell Formation, the one who established it was quite skilled, so it will take some time to break,” the disciple with a red headband reported respectfully.
“It’s good to have a clue.
We’ve been here for several days; if we still can’t find the entrance to the seal, that would be troublesome.
However, be careful not to let others notice your actions.
Go back now.
Inform us immediately once the Illusion Array is broken,” the middle-aged cultivator with a blue pattern on his face let out a sigh of relief and ordered.
“Yes!” the disciple bowed in response, then took out a Fleeing Earth Talisman, slapped it onto himself, and disappeared into the ground without a trace.
At this point, another elder from Poison Holy Gate suddenly spoke up:
“Daoist Hua, there is no need to worry too much.
Without any late Nascent Soul cultivators from the Southern Border, even if other sect’s cultivators arrive, the four of us joining hands need not fear anyone.”
“That is true in theory, but with each day of delay, more high-level cultivators will arrive here.
The Southern Border is not dominated by our Poison Holy Gate alone; there are several other factions not beneath us.
If they arrive before we enter, it will definitely be quite bad.
Moreover, if we delay for a few more days, cultivators from the Ten Great Sects of both righteous and demonic factions will likely also intervene,” the Daoist Hua said somberly.
Upon hearing this, some of the Poison Holy Gate elders appeared indifferent, while others showed a hint of unease.
Suddenly Daoist Hua exclaimed softly and looked up at a spot in the sky.
The others were startled and looked in the same direction.
In the distant sky, flashes of spiritual brilliance were visible, as a huge, grey, foggy mass appeared out of nowhere on the horizon and then rushed towards their location at an incredible speed.
Naturally, the divine sense of the four from Poison Holy Gate felt the terrifying spiritual pressure within the fog.
Their complexions changed involuntarily.
The fog mass quickly arrived above the small lake, and with a Puchi sound, it burst and disappeared without a trace, leaving behind five indistinct white shadows hovering motionlessly in the air.
“The Five Sons’ Synchronization Demon!” Daoist Hua’s expression froze.
“The Five Sons Demon?
Could it be the fiend demon transformation of Qian the devil from the Yin Sifting Sect?” Another elder of the Poison Holy Gate also uttered in a low, green-faced gasp.
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“Hmph!
Who else in the world practices such devilish arts apart from this Old Devil?
Qian the devil’s true form can possess any of the Five Sons demons; unless someone can kill all five at the same time, he is practically immortal.” After a cold snort, the middle-aged cultivator with the surname Hua spoke softly, seeming to be extremely wary.
“So it is Daoist Hua from the Poison Holy Gate who knows so much about Old Qian’s Five Sons transformation.
I wouldn’t have thought that Daoist would mobilize all your sect’s disciples to come here.
Do you perhaps know something about what’s sealed here?” A light and carefree voice drifted from the sky, indistinct and impossible to pinpoint its source.
“Heh heh, Brother Qian jests.
How would Hua know anything?
We are simply nearby the Poison Holy Gate and decided to come take a look.
It is curious, though, that Brother Qian, as a Great Elder of the Yin Sifting Sect, would leisurely venture here,” the cultivator surnamed Hua replied with a forced laugh after taking a deep breath.
“Oh, is that so?
I remember the sect nearest to this place seems to be the Immortal Transcendence Sect!
Has your esteemed sect relocated?
As for myself, I was just taking care of some business in the Southern Border and happened to stumble upon this commotion,” the Great Elder of the Yin Sifting Sect replied with a half-smile, clearly not believing a word the middle-aged cultivator said.
“I thought people of Brother Qian’s esteemed position wouldn’t easily leave their abode.
I’m curious as to what matter could possibly require Daoist’s personal attention,” the cultivator surnamed Hua said with an awkward laugh, probing for information.
“It’s nothing of great importance.
Just dealing with a traitor who fled to the Southern Border.
I am acting upon a moment’s impulse,” Qian the devil replied indifferently.
“Is that so, it appears I have been overly concerned,” Daoist Hua stated.
Daoist Hua and Qian the devil exchanged these questions and answers, then both fell silent simultaneously.
For a moment, a strange tension built up between the two.
“We’ve found it!
There is a crack not far to the north of the seal.
It leads inside; the Poison Holy Gate representatives are working on breaking the entrance’s restrictive formations!”
On one side of a small lake, a figure suddenly burst out from the ground, flying swiftly into the distance while shouting out loud.
This outburst alerted all cultivators nearby.
Following the exit of this person, several disciples from the Poison Holy Gate in blue robes and red scarves flew out in hot pursuit, their faces filled with shock and rage.
However, it seemed that the fleeing cultivator practiced some special escape technique.
His streak of light was incredibly fast, and he disappeared in a blink.
The expression on Daoist Hua and the others turned exceedingly ugly.
“Ha ha, I see.
I have practiced some Formation arts myself; I could lend a hand to the fellow disciples of your sect.
I shall take my leave first,” Old Devil Qian laughed heartily, and then five white shadows shot downward, quickly diving into the water below and disappearing without a trace.
“Let’s go.
This old devil is ruthless; don’t let him harm our disciples.”
The cultivator surnamed Hua’s face turned ashen as he stamped his foot, then with a flip of his hand, a yellow small triangular flag, which had been prepared earlier, appeared in his hand.
With a flick, a cloud of yellow covered and enveloped the Poison Holy Gate representatives.
They all drilled downward into the earth and disappeared just as quickly.
Not only Old Devil Qian and the Poison Holy Gate disciples but also other cultivators who heard the news rapidly tunneled underground.
In an instant, nearly half of the nearby cultivators disappeared.
Those left on the surface were the low-level cultivators who neither knew the Earth Escape Technique nor possessed the related magical artifacts; they could only watch helplessly.
Twenty-odd li north of the small lake, thousands of feet underground, was an enormous, pitch-black space.
A brilliantly shining light flitted about the edge of this space, while beneath them stretched an endless screen of white mist.
This screen wasn’t just incredibly dense; it also had layers of astonishing lightning attached to it.
Anyone who carelessly approached would immediately be greeted by a huge arc of lightning, striking out without mercy.
Those who were lucky could dodge; the less fortunate had no choice but to endure, causing their flashes of brilliance to flicker wildly.
Naturally, no one was willing to rashly approach after that.
However, all the cultivators were staring at a particular spot on the screen, which emitted no lightning.
There stood seven or eight blue-robed, red-scarfed disciples of the Poison Holy Gate, their expressions grim, as they stood off with the other cultivators, preventing anyone else from approaching too easily.
As a result, these people were vigorously cursed by the rest of the cultivators, but no one dared to act rashly.
After all, the Poison Holy Gate had a notorious reputation in the Southern Border, and almost eight or nine out of ten cultivators present were locals who naturally didn’t want to bring trouble upon themselves.
But just as some were wary of the Poison Holy Gate’s reputation, there were naturally those who didn’t care and were not intimidated.
A red light shot out from among the crowd, along with a cold voice.
“Make way, I must go in,” the speaker’s voice was old, but it seemed he was quite agitated and showed no signs of politeness.
“Elder, we discovered this place first.
Several of our martial uncles are nearby, and it would be best if you…” Seeing a Nascent Soul cultivator stepping forward, a Core Formation Stage disciple from the Poison Holy gate had no choice but to stiffly invoke the names of their elders, trying to deter the older man.
“Ha ha!
Even if Hua Tianqi himself were here, I would still insist on going in,” the figure within the red light chuckled coldly.
Then, raising his hand, a dazzling radiance suddenly appeared in his palm.
(The past couple of days have really drained my Qi; I slept for fourteen or fifteen hours straight, only to wake up in the middle of the night again.
Sweatdrop, quickly posting yesterday’s chapter and today’s two chapters, then back to writing!)(To be continued.
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