txolops Chapter 417 The Silver Moon Displays its Power
Chapter 417 The Silver Moon Displays its Power
Chapter 417 The Silver Moon Displays its Power
"ah--!!!"
A agonizing, unbelievable scream erupted from the mouth of the Whale King!
His massive body suddenly stiffened, as if frozen in place, his lunge towards Mingyue Tower abruptly halted, and the ferocious smile on his face was instantly replaced by extreme pain.
He clutched his head with both hands, and the violent demonic energy around him instantly became chaotic and dissipated. The enormous whale phantom behind him, lacking the support of divine power, let out a mournful cry, quickly dimmed and became transparent, and finally disappeared.
He staggered back several steps in the air, and his gaze toward the five-colored light and shadow had changed from initial tyranny and contempt to boundless horror, and a hint of—seeing a ghost!
"You—you just condensed your Nascent Soul—your divine sense—how could it be stronger than mine?" Whale King roared hoarsely.
He is a mid-stage Transformation Realm demon cultivator! Moreover, he belongs to the giant whale clan, which excels in soul attacks, and his spiritual power far surpasses that of ordinary mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators!
How could the opponent, a guy who had just broken through to the Nascent Soul stage and whose realm was not yet stable, possibly have a spiritual strength that could crush him, or even ignore the restraint of his innate divine power, and severely injure his primordial spirit with a single blow!
Could it be that this person's spiritual sense is already comparable to the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm?
Just as Whale King suffered a severe blow to his sea of consciousness, his demonic soul trembled, he was in excruciating pain, and his mind was in turmoil, "Ugh—!!!"
Below, less than a hundred feet from Mingyue Tower, a scorched ground cracked and broken by the aftershocks of the previous battle suddenly surged violently without warning!
The dense, pitch-black "Yin Sha Ghost Qi," exuding a chilling aura, erupted like a volcano suppressed for millions of years, shooting straight into the sky! The black aura spread and instantly covered the sky within a radius of over two hundred feet, completely enveloping and swallowing Whale King's enormous body, along with a large area of space around him!
Amidst the yin energy, countless ghosts howled, and numerous twisted and ferocious phantoms of vengeful spirits appeared and disappeared. Furthermore, there were also ghostly howls that directly affected the soul and could induce the deepest fear and chaos.
"What is that?" Although Whale King's soul was injured and he was in unbearable pain, his mid-stage transformation cultivation and combat instincts were still intact.
The moment the Yin energy erupted, he sensed a deadly threat, and alarm bells rang in his mind! He endured the excruciating pain that felt like his sea of consciousness was being torn apart, instinctively channeling his demonic power to protect himself. At the same time, he swayed rapidly, trying to use a stealth technique to escape the area enveloped by this eerie Yin energy.
After that incredible and terrifying attack on his soul, how could he dare to underestimate this human cultivator who had just condensed his nascent soul?
This young man's methods are unpredictable and his foundation is unfathomable, far surpassing that of ordinary newly promoted Nascent Soul cultivators! At this moment, he is in extremely poor condition and must first create distance, stabilize his injuries, and then plan for the future.
However, the moment he moved—
"Jehovah—!!!"
A sharp, piercing howl, seemingly capable of penetrating the deepest recesses of the soul, suddenly erupted from the churning, dark aura below! This howl was no ordinary sound wave, but a "soul-devouring ghostly sound" formed entirely from pure soul power and resentment, specifically designed to attack the soul!
The source of this howl was the "Nascent Soul Stage Ghost King" hidden deep within the "Ten Thousand Soul Banner," which was fully activated by Silver Moon using its artifact spirit authority and was empowered by the massive amount of Yin Souls and Fiends stored within the banner!
This ghost king was inherently ferocious, and after the Ten Thousand Souls Banner was reforged and all hidden dangers were eliminated, it was able to unleash its full power. At this moment, under the precise control of the silver moon, the timing of this "Soul-Devouring Ghost Sound" was just right!
"Buzz—!!"
Whale King felt as if a soul bomb had been dropped into his mind! His already chaotic state, ravaged by the "God-Slaying Thorn,"
The sea of consciousness, wracked with excruciating pain, was suddenly struck by the "soul-devouring ghostly sound," causing the world to spin and the scene before his eyes to twist and change abruptly!
Mountains of corpses and seas of blood, boundless ghost realms, and the vengeful spirits of the creatures he had devoured in the past—all sorts of illusions came rushing in, frantically assaulting his remaining defenses of consciousness! His demonic soul seemed to be torn apart and dragged by countless cold ghostly hands, trying to pull him into eternal depravity and madness!
"Oh no! Another soul attack!" Whale King was terrified, his heart filled with extreme horror.
He had just suffered a great loss from a soul attack, causing a huge gap in his defenses. Now, with his old injuries still unhealed, he was attacked again by this ghostly sound specifically targeting the soul, which was like adding insult to injury! He desperately urged his demonic soul power, trying to stabilize his sea of consciousness and dispel the illusion.
But the intense pain and chaos came like a tide, one wave stronger than the next, making it difficult for him to concentrate. His body swayed in the air, and his escape technique was interrupted.
Just as Whale King was bewitched by the "Soul-Devouring Ghostly Sound," momentarily losing his senses and struggling within the illusion, "Whoosh!"
A small banner, only a foot long, pitch black, with its surface moving without wind and its edges shimmering with a pale luster, shot out silently from the churning yin energy below, like a venomous snake that had been lurking for a long time, and instantly appeared directly above Whale King's head!
The small banner swelled in the wind! In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a colossal banner over two hundred feet wide, its surface spreading out to blot out the sky and exuding a vast, eerie, and ghostly aura!
The banner pole was as thick as a palace pillar. On the banner surface, countless faces of malevolent spirits struggled and roared. At the very center of the banner surface, a huge ghost king phantom, burning with pale ghost fire and with a ferocious face, opened its huge mouth and let out a silent roar. Its cold and bloodthirsty eyes were locked on the Whale King below!
At the top of the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls, a small wolf phantom, entirely silver-white with fluffy fur and a lively yet serious and focused gaze, grips the banner pole with its four paws, like a totem guardian spirit on the banner.
Her tiny paws moved swiftly, forming profound hand seals to control the banner, while she chanted incantations, connecting with the ghost king and countless spirits within the banner, exerting all her power to control this terrifyingly powerful ghost treasure.
"receive!"
With a sharp cry, Yin Yue pressed her little paws down sharply!
"Splash—!!"
The two-hundred-foot-tall Ten Thousand Souls Banner trembled violently, and its surface suddenly rolled downwards as if it were a living thing, like a primordial beast opening its huge mouth to devour the world, unleashing a tremendous suction force and a restrictive power!
The pitch-black Yin energy poured down from the banner like a burst dam, transforming into a huge, constantly rotating and contracting "Yin energy vortex." It enveloped, bound, and pulled the Whale King, who was in a state of mental confusion and struggling in illusions, along with the hundreds of feet of space around him!
"Not good!" Whale King felt a tightness all over his body, as if he had fallen into an extremely sticky, dark swamp.
After Luo Ming refined the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, its power greatly increased. With the full control of Yin Yue and the combined efforts of the Ghost King and countless Yin spirits, its power was no less than that of a true mid-stage Nascent Soul ghost cultivator at full strength!
In just a few breaths, under the watchful eyes of countless horrified gazes, the two-hundred-foot-tall Ten Thousand Souls Banner rolled up, its surface surging with yin energy, like a giant whale swallowing water, completely engulfing the massive Whale King into the deep, dark, ghostly world of the banner!
Wherever it stood, only a slowly shrinking vortex of yin energy remained, along with the quietly suspended, dark-glowing Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and at the top of the banner, a small silver wolf that was slightly panting but whose eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.
"Hmph, how dare you come and disturb Brother Luo's condensation of his Nascent Soul! You're courting death!" Yin Yue leaned on the banner pole, looking in the direction of the Whale King who had been absorbed into the banner. She let out a soft snort, her small face full of seriousness and a hint of barely perceptible fatigue.
As a spirit, she exerted all her strength to trap a mid-stage Transformation Demon Cultivator using the Myriad Souls Banner, which was extremely taxing. However, she dared not relax in the slightest. Her divine sense remained tightly connected to the space inside the banner, constantly sensing the situation within, and controlling the Ghost King and Yin Souls to launch continuous attacks on the trapped Transformation Demon Cultivator to prevent him from breaking out of the banner.
"The Whale—the Whale King—has been captured?"
"That—what kind of magic weapon is that? How could it trap a mid-stage Transformation Realm demon cultivator?"
"Has one of our human race's hidden experts made a move?"
In the distance, the Silver Shark Island cultivators who had fled in panic when Whale King broke the formation, thinking they were doomed, especially the Star Palace cultivators who had been in charge of the formation in that area, all stopped in their tracks, staring dumbfounded at the direction of Bright Moon Tower, at the small black banner that was floating, and the intelligent silver wolf on the banner pole, their faces filled with disbelief and shock.
A young cultivator in the early stages of Core Formation, dressed in the white robes of the Star Palace and with a still somewhat immature face, rubbed his eyes and said in a dry voice, "Senior Brother, could it be that our Silver Shark Island, besides the three Nascent Soul Ancestors and this senior who is currently forming his Nascent Soul, has a fourth Nascent Soul senior hidden away?"
The older Star Palace cultivator frowned, his sharp gaze sweeping over the Myriad Souls Banner, lingering for a moment on the illusory image of the silver moon. He slowly shook his head and said in a deep voice, "No, there shouldn't be a fourth Nascent Soul cultivator. Otherwise, they should have shown themselves long ago. In my opinion—it's the Ghost Banner itself protecting its master! Look at the silver wolf phantom on the banner pole; it's full of intelligence and can even cast spells with hand seals. It's clearly the spirit of this treasure! It's this spirit controlling the treasure on its own, capturing that transformed demon cultivator!"
"The spirit of the artifact protects its master on its own? This—how is this possible?" The young cultivator gasped, his face showing even greater shock.
"The spirits of ordinary magical artifacts, even if they possess sentience, are mostly muddled and can only passively cooperate with their masters. How could they possibly have such intelligence, capable of independently assessing the situation and controlling the artifact to launch such a powerful attack? Unless—unless this artifact is a legendary 'spiritual treasure'? Only the spirit of a spiritual treasure could be so intelligent and possess near-independent combat capabilities!"
The older cultivator remained silent, his eyes flashing, clearly agreeing with the guess.
A spiritual treasure! That's a supreme treasure far surpassing magic weapons, possessing boundless power! It's legendary throughout the entire Chaotic Star Sea! Could it be that the mysterious master of this Bright Moon Pavilion is not only about to condense his Nascent Soul, but also possesses a ghostly treasure of the spiritual treasure level? This foundation—it's simply too terrifying!
They clearly regarded Silver Moon as the spirit of a magical artifact, which is understandable, as the spirit of an ordinary magical artifact cannot unleash such power.