txolops Chapter 318 A Romantic Encounter at the Spirit Pool
Chapter 318 A Romantic Encounter at the Spirit Pool
Luo Ming transmitted his voice to Han Li beside him: "Brother Han, although the Extreme Yin Demon has been severely injured, his Nascent Soul cultivator foundation is still intact. I need to deal with him with all my might and cannot afford to be distracted. As for the Profound Bone Demon, I will trouble you to hold him back for a while."
Upon hearing this, a complex expression flashed across Han Li's eyes, which then turned into a wry smile:
"Brother Luo, rest assured, although my strength is lacking, this Golden Thunder Bamboo Flying Sword does have some effect in restraining such ghostly techniques, and will certainly not allow the Xuan Bone to interfere with your actions."
His mind raced, secretly alarmed by Luo Ming's endless stream of powerful techniques, and a sense of urgent crisis arose within him. He thought to himself that if he could escape this time, he would definitely find a place to cultivate diligently, and he must not be left too far behind by this mysterious "Senior Brother Luo".
Luo Ming nodded slightly and said no more. With a thought, the Thousand Demon Banner above his head shone brightly with dark light. The six-armed ghost king phantom on the banner's surface let out a silent roar, suddenly breaking free from the banner's restraints and transforming into a sky-covering, pitch-black demonic mist that swept towards the distant, weak Nascent Soul of the Extreme Yin Ancestor!
At the same time, a cold light flashed in the dark eyes of the Wind Fox Beast, and its figure seemed to blend into the shadows, silently disappearing into the churning demonic mist, completely vanishing without a trace, like a top hunter hiding in the darkness, waiting to deliver a fatal blow to its prey.
The Xuan Turtle let out a low roar, and a thick, earthy-yellow spiritual light enveloped its body. It took a step forward, and together with the Zhiyang Bird, which transformed into a red-gold light point amidst its clear cry, they firmly guarded the only exit of the Hanli Terrace. One was as solid as a mountain, isolating external forces; the other, with its extreme yang energy, countered yin, specifically guarding against Nascent Soul escape techniques.
Luo Ming's actions were clearly intended to eliminate any thought of escape for the Extreme Yin Ancestor and to achieve his goal in one fell swoop.
Han Li watched Luo Ming's arrangement with envy and awe. Not only was Luo Ming's own supernatural power unfathomable, but the spirit beasts and magic treasures he possessed were also all extraordinary.
He composed himself, knowing this was not the time to dwell on things. He turned his gaze to Xuan Gu, whose aura was weak but whose eyes were flickering, and his expression returned to its usual calm.
With a flick of his sleeve, twelve emerald green flying swords shot out in succession, their blades glowing with golden lightning patterns and emitting a deep thunderous sound. They formed a sword array, carrying an awe-inspiring aura of warding off evil and vanquishing demons, and slowly pressed down on Xuan Gu.
He doesn't need to defeat his opponent; he only needs to keep them firmly in check, preventing them from interfering in the battle between Luo Ming and Ji Yin, or causing trouble in secret.
Seeing Han Li's sword formation approaching, especially the golden lightning that was extremely abhorrent and feared by cultivators like him, Xuan Gu's gaunt face twitched as he cursed inwardly. He was in extremely poor condition, and facing this Golden Lightning Bamboo Flying Sword, which was specifically designed to counter demons, he had to be on his guard.
With his hands moving rapidly, he commanded the remaining corpse puppets to fight Han Li's sword light, making it difficult for them to break free.
About two hours later.
Five streaks of light, each a different color but all appearing somewhat hurried and even disheveled, roared from the depths of the Void Heaven Palace and landed one after another on the Cold Li Platform. The light faded, revealing five figures. They were none other than the Barbarian Beard, Wan Tianming, and other Nascent Soul stage cultivators.
At this moment, however, these five figures, who usually commanded respect in the Chaotic Star Sea, appeared in rather poor condition. Wan Tianming's face was as pale as paper, and his breathing was fluctuating wildly, as if he had suffered a severe blow to his vital energy.
Although the bearded man was still robust, a charred mark on his chest had not yet fully healed, and his aura was not as fierce and powerful as before. The other three also had slightly disheveled hair, dusty robes, and fluctuations in their magical power indicated that they had clearly exhausted themselves.
The moment they landed, before they could even catch their breath, they all frowned almost simultaneously.
"Huh? The chill in this place..." Qingyi Jushi exclaimed in surprise.
Indeed, the terrifyingly cold that had permeated the Cold Li Terrace and was powerful enough to freeze magical power had largely subsided. Although it was still cold, it no longer posed a significant threat to Nascent Soul cultivators. In the air, there remained violent and chaotic fluctuations of spiritual energy, as well as a faint, unsettling lingering aura of yin energy and corpse energy.
"Not good!" The bearded man reacted the fastest, his enormous, bell-like eyes glaring sharply towards the altar, his immense divine sense sweeping out. The others also changed their expressions, all probing the opening where the Void Heaven Cauldron should have been sealed with their divine senses.
However, the scene that the divine sense fed back made everyone's hearts sink to the bottom instantly.
In the center of the altar, the huge hole still exists, but it is now empty!
Not only did the Void Heaven Cauldron, hailed as the number one secret treasure of the Chaotic Star Sea, disappear without a trace, but the Azure Ice Flame, which had previously filled the cave and served as the most troublesome barrier, also vanished without a trace.
Only a faint layer of slowly dissipating blue ice crystals remains on the cave walls, proving that they once existed.
"The Void Heaven Cauldron and the Azure Ice Flame... are gone!" Tian Wuzi exclaimed, his face filled with disbelief.
The bearded man's face was terribly gloomy. He no longer just looked at the empty space, but carefully scanned the entire Hanlitai with his powerful divine sense.
On the ground, there were scorch marks from the spells, deep grooves from the swords, and black marks from the flames, all exuding an eerie aura.
Although the residual magical energy in the air had mostly dissipated after two hours, it was still possible to discern that it belonged to at least three or four people. One of them was cold and violent, just like the extremely Yin Ancestor they knew. Another was equally powerful and sinister, very similar to the extremely Yin Ancestor. There was also a ghostly aura that resembled that of the Ghostly Resentment Land.
"A major battle broke out here about two hours ago, and it was quite intense."
The bearded man withdrew his divine sense, his voice like muffled thunder: "Besides that scoundrel Ji Yin, two other rather troublesome beings appeared... Hmph, it seems that besides us, there were rats who had already sneaked in and have been hiding in the shadows!"
"Could it be that someone from the Star Palace is hiding in the shadows, waiting for us to leave before...?"
Although Manhuzi and the others had some guesses and even suspected that the Star Palace was behind it, they never suspected that Luo Ming and Han Li were responsible. In their view, Luo Ming and Han Li, these Core Formation stage cultivators, had probably already met with misfortune.
Just as the five Nascent Soul cultivators from both the righteous and demonic paths were discussing the follow-up matters, Luo Ming's figure quietly appeared in another secluded corner of the Void Heaven Palace.
Relying on the fragmented map he found on Hanlitai, he accurately located the teleportation array.
Luo Ming first used his divine sense to carefully check whether the array runes were complete and whether there were any signs of tampering. After confirming that everything was correct, he took out a few spirit stones and embedded them into the groove.
As the spirit stones glowed, the array patterns of this teleportation array, which had not been used for who knows how long, were lit up one by one, emitting a deep hum, and the space began to ripple like water.
Gazing at the teleportation array, now stably activated and emitting a soft white light, a subtle look flashed in Luo Ming's eyes. He thought to himself, "According to the incomplete map, the other end of this teleportation array should be the Spirit Eye Spring... After all this time, surely that Miss Yuan Yao isn't still soaking in there?"
With a slight thought, he subtly strengthened the shielding of the Heavenly Mirror Disciple's divine sense within his dantian, ensuring that the Disciple would not "witness" the potentially embarrassing scene. Then, without further hesitation, he stepped into the light array.
The white light suddenly intensified, engulfing his figure. The next second, Luo Ming's figure vanished from the formation without a trace.
He had only been gone for a few breaths when the light of the teleportation array dimmed rapidly, the flow of spiritual energy stopped abruptly, and the array patterns quickly went out.
It was clear that the teleportation array on the other end had been tampered with by Luo Ming, who had just teleported there, completely eliminating any possibility of subsequent tracking.
In a secluded space shrouded by numerous restrictions, an intensely dense, milky-white spiritual energy formed a misty haze that flowed slowly.
In the center of the space, a spirit spring pool, more than ten feet in size, was gushing out milky white water, exuding extremely pure spiritual energy and a faint fragrance. It was clearly a spirit eye spring of extremely high grade!
At this moment, Luo Ming was sitting comfortably on the stone steps beside the spiritual spring, letting the warm, spiritually rich spring water envelop his feet and nourish the fatigue brought on by the previous fierce battle.
He turned his head slightly, his gaze falling unabashedly on Yuan Yao, who was getting dressed by the spring.
Yuan Yao seemed to have just come out of the bath; her black hair, like a waterfall, clung wetly to her smooth back and rounded shoulders as she hurriedly put on a light purple gauze dress.
The gauze dress was slightly damp from the mist of the spiritual spring, clinging to her body and outlining her breathtaking curves. Although the key parts were covered by the dress, the faint outlines and dazzling white skin, under the misty vapor and soft spiritual light, were even more alluring than if they were completely uncovered.
Seemingly sensing the tangible gaze behind her, Yuan Yao's movements as she dressed froze slightly, and her ears quickly flushed red.
She forced herself to remain calm as she fastened her sash, then turned around. Her once radiant face was now flushed crimson, like that of a ripe cherry. Her eyes were moist, carrying seven parts shyness, two parts reproach, and one part indescribable complex emotions.
Yuan Yao still clearly remembers that she was taking a bath here when the previously abandoned teleportation array next to her suddenly started shining brightly. Then Luo Ming's figure walked out of the teleportation array, catching her completely off guard and exposing her entire body to him.
This man not only shamelessly admired her body, but also...
She bit her lower lip, recalling the embarrassing scene from before, and her voice trembled slightly as she said coquettishly, "Brother Luo... haven't you seen enough yet?"
Yuan Yao's cheeks were flushed, her eyes held a hint of anger, and her wet dress clung to her body, outlining her breathtaking curves.
Luo Ming felt the blood energy he had just suppressed suddenly stir, and a surge of heat rose up without warning, spreading like wildfire and instantly engulfing his limbs and bones, causing his blood and qi to churn slightly.
"This Myriad Spirits Blood Technique is indeed wicked and domineering, its erosion of one's character is so subtle and silent..." He immediately realized that this was not just the impact of the vivid and fragrant scene before him, but the deeper reason probably lay in the technique itself.