txolops Chapter 355 Xuanwu True Blood
Chapter 355 Xuanwu True Blood
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"Above the Nascent Soul stage? Perfected Nascent Soul stage strength? How is that possible? How could such a being possess the primordial blood essence left behind in the mortal realm? And this aura… could it be… Xuanwu?!"
Just as Luo Ming was deeply shaken.
"hold head high--!"
Inside the drop of golden blood suspended in the center of the vortex, the phantom that resembled both a tortoise and a snake seemed to come alive. It suddenly raised its head and let out a silent, yet resounding, deep roar filled with endless majesty and indifference, in the direction of Luo Ming!
"puff--!"
Luo Ming felt as if he had been struck by a heavy blow. His whole body trembled violently, and he could no longer suppress the urge to vomit blood.
At the same time, he felt his control over his body and magic power completely severed by that roar that reached his very soul! It was as if an invisible hand had easily stripped him of all his ability to resist.
Just as Luo Ming's mind was completely shaken by the roar of the Xuanwu phantom in that drop of golden blood, his magic power went out of control, and his body uncontrollably fell into the vortex of death. As endless despair and resentment surged in his heart.
A voice, carrying both relief and resolve, clearly resounded in Luo Ming's mind:
"The space here has become abnormally solidified due to the influence of this object. I can only desperately use my strength to break through this space and help you escape from this secret realm. I hope you will not encounter spatial storms in the spatial rift. When you are strong enough, remember to awaken me."
The voice was unusually calm, yet it made Luo Ming's almost frozen mind tremble violently!
"Senior! What...what do you mean by that?" Luo Ming cried out in his heart in shock.
However, before Luo Ming could react—
"boom--!!!"
Within Luo Ming's dantian, the Xuan Yuan Pearl, which was possessed by the Heavenly Mirror Hermit, suddenly erupted with an unprecedented and dazzling golden light!
This golden light is not the light of a magical treasure, but rather a burning, boiling light that seems to be sacrificing its own origin and soul—the light of the divine soul!
Golden light emanated from Luo Ming's dantian, instantly dyeing his entire body a crimson gold! Its brilliance and purity even, for a fleeting moment, overshadowed the drop of golden blood radiating supreme majesty and the Xuanwu phantom within it at the center of the vortex below!
Immediately afterwards, from the core of the burning golden light, a golden ball of light, no bigger than a fist, shot out from Luo Ming's body like an arrow released from a bow or a moth drawn to a flame!
Ignoring spatial distance and bloodline suppression, it charged straight toward the drop of golden blood at the center of the vortex below with a fierce momentum that could burn everything to ashes!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Centered on the point of impact, the space within a radius of a hundred feet was like glass struck by a heavy hammer, suddenly caved inward and twisted, and then—shattered with a deafening roar!
"Snap—!!!"
A hideous, pitch-black spatial rift, with its edges twisted and torn wildly and its interior a deep void, was forcibly ripped open by this terrifying collision that transcended all boundaries!
This crack is far larger and more terrifying than the one caused by the previous clash between the Poisonous Dragon and the Ninth Elder, or even by the fierce battle between the transformed Fire Owl and the Golden Bloodthirsty Mosquito King!
"Buzz—!"
An indescribable, terrifying devouring force erupted from the pitch-black spatial rift! Its suction power far surpassed that of the previous golden blood vortex! The surrounding blood mist, lake water, and even light were all grabbed by an invisible giant hand and frantically surged into the depths of the rift! The edges of the spatial rift rippled violently, as if it were still expanding!
The one who was most directly affected was Luo Ming, who was closest to him! He was already unable to move due to the suppression of his bloodline and the loss of control over his magic power. Now, facing this sudden spatial devouring power that was more than ten times stronger than the suction of the golden blood, he had no chance to resist at all!
Before he could even recover from the shock of Tianjing Sanren's attack, everything went black, and his body was gripped tightly by an irresistible and terrifying suction force. Like a withered leaf in a storm, he was involuntarily thrown towards the open, bottomless, pitch-black maw!
Perhaps it was that strike that broke the golden blood's restraint, allowing Luo Ming to regain control. At the last moment, the Xuan Yuan Pearl was absorbed into Luo Ming's body.
The drop of mysterious golden blood, which had been directly impacted by the self-destruction of the Heavenly Mirror Hermit's soul and whose internal Xuanwu phantom light had dimmed and whose fluctuations had become much more disordered, was also uncontrollably swallowed into the spatial rift.
After the spatial rift devoured Luo Ming and the golden blood, it seemed to have lost its energy support, or perhaps the laws of this world began to heal themselves. The trend of its frantic expansion finally stopped, and the edges of the rift began to fluctuate and twist violently, and slowly contracted and closed inward at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In a short while, the tens of feet-long spatial rift that had caused the heavens and earth to change color completely closed and disappeared. On the lake surface, only a huge whirlpool slowly calmed down, and the surrounding blood mist and lake water, which had been stirred up and were not yet completely settled.
……
Meanwhile, in the center of an island not far from here, deep within an underground blood pool.
That blood-red figure, formed from crimson light and having just spared no expense to separate a drop of golden blood containing its own essence in an attempt to capture Luo Ming, vanished the moment that drop of golden blood collided with the burning divine soul of the Heavenly Mirror Hermit and was swallowed by the spatial rift—
"puff--!"
The crimson figure shuddered violently, as if struck by an invisible wound, letting out a muffled groan of extreme pain and terror! His already illusory form, weakened by the separation of his golden blood, twisted and trembled even more violently, the crimson light rapidly dimming!
"How could this be...! My 'Black Tortoise True Blood'... connection... has been severed? And it's been caught in... spatial turbulence?"
The blood-red figure's voice was filled with disbelief, rage, and a hint of... panic.
That drop of golden blood was something he had spent thousands of years condensing, and it was a crucial part of his escape plan! Now, to inexplicably lose contact with it, and it might even be annihilated in the spatial turbulence, is an unbearable loss and blow for him!
"Buzz—!"
Around the blood pool, the four stone statues that had been silently suppressing the blood-red figure seemed to keenly sense the weakness in the figure and suddenly burst forth with blood-red light! The four blood-red chains wrapped around the blood-red figure tightened abruptly, and the silver tadpole runes flashed wildly, increasing the power of devouring and suppressing!
"Ugh—!" The blood-red figure let out an even more painful roar, and its form became more illusory and transparent at a visible speed, as if it might disintegrate at any moment.
He had no more power to spare, and could only use his last bit of strength to suppress the blood light and fight against the suddenly strengthened sealing power. His figure slowly sank into the blood pool, falling into a deeper level of silence and confrontation. For a short time, he could no longer pay attention to the outside world.
As the crimson figure in the underground blood pool was injured and fell silent, its power greatly diminished, the crimson sealing light barrier above the altar, which had trapped the Poisonous Dragon, the Fire Owl, the Ninth Elder, and the black-robed cultivator, became faintly connected to it—
"Snap... Splash!"
Without warning, the light flickered and faded rapidly, then, like a bubble bursting, it made a slight cracking sound and disintegrated on its own, turning into countless scattered blood-red specks of light that quickly vanished into the air.
Luo Ming, one of the instigators of all this and the one who triggered so many subsequent changes, is now nowhere to be found, his fate unknown, having vanished into the depths of that unknown spatial rift that devours everything.