txolops Chapter 251 Profound Origin Golden Light
Chapter 251 Profound Origin Golden Light
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Tianjing Sanren sighed, his tone filled with longing, "If you could gather all sixty-four Xuan Yuan Pearls and use a secret method to completely integrate the power of the 'Tai Bai Golden Rainbow' and the 'Supreme Yang Spiritual Fire' into the array's cycle, forming the 'Mysterious Water Golden Light Divine Flame Grand Array'... At that time, once the array is activated, golden light will be like a prison, and divine flames will burn the sky, creating a forbidden zone of its own. The golden energy within the array will cut through the void, and the yang fire will refine all laws. Even a Nascent Soul cultivator trapped inside would likely suffer greatly unless they possess a special array-breaking treasure or a cultivation level far exceeding yours! The 'Azure Nether Domain' divine power recorded in your Azure Nether Scripture is indeed profound, involving spatial evolution, but in terms of quantity, it only has twelve blades. In terms of its ultimate killing and destructive power, I assert that it is definitely not as specialized as this Golden Light Divine Flame Grand Array!"
Every word struck Luo Ming's heart like a heavy hammer. He seemed to see a future day when sixty-four golden lights hung in the sky, evolving into a boundless killing array, with golden light and raging flames intertwined, an invincible sight. Moreover, that golden light was based on Xuan Water, making it extremely heavy, and any enemy who was not far stronger than Luo Ming would have no chance of escaping.
The initial caution and contemplation in his eyes were gradually replaced by a blazing light. The blueprint drawn by the Heavenly Mirror Hermit not only resolved his vision for strengthening the existing magic weapon system, but also opened a door to a more magnificent power that was more in line with the characteristics of his own cultivation technique.
Luo Ming took a deep breath of the cool seawater, suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and said to Tianjing Sanren with a wry smile, "Senior has really painted another pie in the sky for me. If I were to refine sixty-four Xuan Yuan Pearls, the amount of Xuan Water alone would be difficult to gather, not to mention the large amount of Geng Essence. I'm afraid I would have to spend over a hundred years searching for Geng Essence everywhere. Not to mention there are many other materials, which are still quite far from my reach. Now, I beg Senior to help me first suppress the resistance of these seven secondary mirrors so that I can erase Wen Tianren's divine consciousness imprint as soon as possible!"
"Haha, Luo boy, don't be impatient. This is a method I just came up with. In my estimation, to fully unleash the golden light array set up by the sixty-four Xuan Yuan Pearls, one would need at least the divine sense of the late Nascent Soul stage!" Tianjing Sanren laughed loudly. The "golden mirror" he resided in suddenly shone brightly, and a pure and profound wave with a strange suppressive power spread out, enveloping the other eight golden mirrors.
Luo Ming said no more. His hands moved with lightning speed, his inner power surged forth, and a faint light flickered between his brows. His powerful divine sense transformed into invisible threads, wrapping around the golden mirror suppressed by the Spirit Gathering Cauldron.
In the deep sea, the Xuan Turtle, carrying a hazy halo on its back, slithered towards a darker and quieter place, leaving only faint ripples of magical power that slowly dissipated into the endless deep blue.
The Xuan Turtle's shell cut through the stagnant resistance in the dark seawater, as steady as a mobile fortress. Luo Ming sat cross-legged on it, his mind completely immersed in refining the eight golden light mirrors within the Thousand Demon Banner.
With the help of the "original owner," Tianjing Sanren, the refining process went much smoother than he had anticipated. Tianjing Sanren, with his profound understanding of the original structure of the Eight Gates Golden Light Mirror, acted like a master guide, accurately pinpointing the most crucial and hidden entanglement point of Wen Tianren's remaining divine consciousness restriction. Luo Ming then activated the power of the Gathering Spirit Cauldron, supplemented by a wisp of pure Yang Fire from the Zhiyang Bird, burning and refining along the path indicated by Tianjing Sanren.
The supreme yang spiritual fire already possessed an extremely strong restraining and purifying effect on yin souls and divine consciousness, and its effect on Wen Tianren's rootless and sourceless divine consciousness imprint was even more remarkable. Within the mirror space, strands of golden divine consciousness, wrapped in pale golden flames, melted and broke rapidly, like ice and snow encountering the blazing sun, emitting a silent lament that only divine consciousness could perceive.
The spirituality and array patterns inherent in the mirror itself were not only undamaged under the tempering of the Yang Fire, but were also subtly refined, making its radiance even purer.
The entire process was highly efficient and discreet, and under the dual isolation of the deep sea and the Xuan Turtle's own Xuanhuang light shield, no abnormal fluctuations were leaked.
Just as Luo Ming was refining the last golden mirror core restriction,
High above the clouds, some miles away, a beast-drawn carriage was moving slowly forward. Wen Tianren, who was closing his eyes to regulate his breathing and forcibly stabilizing his primordial spirit with precious pills, suddenly shuddered!
"puff--!"
His face suddenly turned from pale to a terrifying golden-paper color, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood he couldn't suppress. The aura that had just been stabilized by the medicine weakened again like a punctured balloon, even more sallow than when he had suffered the backlash before. He suddenly opened his eyes, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, and for the first time, his pupils revealed undisguised horror and disbelief.
"How is this possible... the divine sense restriction... is completely severed?!" His voice was hoarse, accompanied by a violent cough. Sensing the connection with the Eight Gates Golden Light Mirror that had completely disappeared deep within his soul, as if it had never existed, a chill mixed with rage rushed straight to the top of his head.
Too fast! So fast that it exceeded his understanding of the "erasing of the mark of one's natal magic weapon".
In his understanding, even if a Nascent Soul cultivator were to intervene, erasing the natal magic weapon imprint painstakingly refined and reinforced over nearly a century by a late-stage Core Formation cultivator without damaging the magic weapon itself would require considerable time and effort, and would inevitably provoke fierce resistance and fluctuations. (Readers are all...)
But just a moment ago, the connection was severed cleanly and decisively, as if by the sharpest blade.
What does this mean? It means that the other party either possesses some kind of bizarre secret technique or strange object that he has never heard of before, specifically targeting the connection between magical artifacts and divine souls; or... the other party's understanding of the Eight Gates Golden Light Mirror may be even deeper than his own, who has been refining it for a hundred years! And then there's that strange golden bead that easily invaded the main mirror and instantly erased his strongest divine sense imprint...
Wen Tianren's face was so dark it was almost dripping with water, his nails digging deep into his palms. Shame, anger, doubt, and a hint of fear of unknown methods that even he himself was unwilling to admit, churned and intertwined within him.
"Young Master!" Upon seeing this, the cold and beautiful maid in green robes turned pale and hurriedly stepped forward to help him, her eyes filled with worry.
Wen Tianren raised his hand to stop her movement, slowly wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve. His eyes turned cold and sharp again. He took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed his churning blood and emotions.
"It's alright." His voice returned to its usual coldness, but became even deeper. "The opponent's methods are strange, and their preparations are thorough; they are no ordinary cultivator. Continuing the pursuit is pointless."
He originally planned to rely on his divine sense to slowly catch up with the other party, but once the divine sense connection was severed, the other party's trail was completely cut off.
The maid hesitated for a moment, then asked in a low voice, "Then... the Eight Gates Golden Light Mirror..."
"So what if it's lost?" Wen Tianren interrupted her, his tone chilling. "Since the other party has such methods, the mirror won't be found anytime soon. However..." A cold glint flashed in his eyes, "Do you think it's so easy to swallow what belongs to Wen Tianren? Pass down the order..."
He whispered a few instructions to the maid. The maid respectfully replied, "Yes, sir. I will take care of it immediately and arrange the return to Holy Demon Island."
Wen Tianren remained silent, gazing intently at the endless sea and sky in the direction Luo Ming had disappeared, his eyes deep and unfathomable. He would remember this loss. The Chaotic Star Sea wasn't particularly large, nor was it particularly small; there would always be a time for them to meet again. And then…
For the next year, the surface of the Chaotic Star Sea seemed to maintain a fragile balance under the rule of the Star Palace, but beneath the surface, waves were gradually rising.
First, news began to emerge from some remote outer twenty-four star island areas, with reports of leaders of small and medium-sized forces or lone high-level cultivators mysteriously falling or disappearing. The incidents were sudden, often leaving traces of intense battles at the scene, but with few eyewitnesses, and the identity of the culprit remained shrouded in mystery.
Rumors circulated that an unidentified force was provoking the Star Palace, while others claimed it was a mysterious power or a reclusive old monster taking the opportunity to settle old scores and seize resources. Some even speculated it was internal strife within the Star Palace. For a time, the many islands in the outer seas were filled with unease, suspicion, and caution in their interactions.
Immediately following, an even more explosive piece of news quietly spread through some secret channel, like a drop of boiling oil, quickly causing a violent shock among cultivators—the two supreme saints of the Star Palace may have already perished many years ago! The one currently sitting in Tianxing City and issuing orders is merely a facade created by the Star Palace Elders to stabilize the situation and prevent internal strife and external troubles from breaking out simultaneously.
The news was so shocking that no one dared to believe it at first. However, as time went on, the Star Palace's response to such foundation-shaking rumors was unusually silent and slow. Instead of taking swift action to investigate the source and forcefully refute the rumors as in the past, a few elders simply stepped forward and vaguely dismissed it as "nonsense," without providing any solid evidence, which only added to the doubts.
This ambiguous attitude was like pouring hot oil on an undercurrent. All the forces under the Star Palace's jurisdiction, from the inner twelve star islands to the outer forces, were filled with suspicion and uncertainty. The entire Chaotic Star Sea was permeated with a tense atmosphere of impending storm and impending collapse of order.
Amidst these rumors of massive changes and the shadow of turmoil affecting the entire sea area, another piece of news from one of the top powers, "Holy Demon Island," seemed less eye-catching.
Saint Demon Island issued a kill order targeting a mid-stage Core Formation cultivator who identified himself as "Ming." He was described as having an ordinary appearance, being skilled in escape techniques, and possibly possessing powerful defensive magic items and some special means of breaking restrictions.
The charge is "stealing an important inheritance from the Holy Demon Island." The reward is quite generous, enough to tempt any Core Formation cultivator, but the details provided are few. Searching for a cultivator in the vast chaotic star sea who seems to have deliberately concealed his true identity and other characteristics is like finding a needle in a haystack.
Only a very few people with keen senses or ulterior motives would vaguely connect this kill order with an unknown treasure-hunting conflict in the outer sea nearly a year ago, and with the mysterious cultivator who caused Young Master Wen Tianren a great loss.