txolops Chapter 66 The Crimson Clouds Fall, the Purple Qi Dissipates
Chapter 66 The Crimson Clouds Fall, the Purple Qi Dissipates
At this moment, Hong Yun was trapped in a desperate situation. His aura was sealed, and he could not use his innate supernatural powers.
He stood surrounded by people, his robes stained with blood, his breath weak, but his eyes were still fixed on the sky.
"Hongyun, hand over the Primordial Purple Qi, and I may spare your life. Otherwise, today will be the day you perish."
Di Jun stood in mid-air, sunlight swirling around him, his voice calm yet imposing.
"Don't hurt my old friend!"
Suddenly, a furious roar rang out from the horizon, and Zhen Yuanzi flew in, the Earth Book hovering above his head, a hazy yellow light protecting him.
"Go! Don't worry about me!"
Hongyun shouted hoarsely, but due to his injuries, he staggered and almost couldn't stand up.
"Big brother, I'll stop him."
As soon as Donghuang Taiyi finished speaking, he moved straight toward Zhen Yuanzi.
The illusory image of the Eastern Emperor Bell appeared behind him, and before the bell rang, ripples spread through the surrounding space.
Of all those present, only Taiyi, who wielded the Eastern Emperor Bell, could directly suppress Zhenyuanzi, who was protected by the Earth Book.
Firstly, because his cultivation level was slightly superior.
Secondly, the Eastern Emperor Bell possesses the power to shake spacetime, which can force Zhen Yuanzi back without damaging the origin of the Earth Book.
The golden light and the yellow light collided violently. With a loud bang, the light screen of the Earth Book shook violently, and Zhen Yuanzi's figure froze as he was entangled by Taiyi.
For a time, no matter how Ren Zhenyuanzi activated the Earth Book, he was unable to escape.
On Hongyun's side, Dijun, Kunpeng, and Minghe had no more reservations and each used their supernatural powers to launch a final attack on him.
"Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi, if fate allows, we shall meet again in our next life!"
Hongyun let out a hoarse howl, no longer defending itself, but instead burning away all its remaining magic power as it charged toward Dijun.
He wanted to self-destruct his physical body and take the demon emperor Jun down with him.
However, the scene of Dongwanggong's self-destruction is still fresh in his mind; how could he repeat the same mistake?
Almost the instant Hongyun moved, he transformed into a golden rainbow and retreated swiftly.
Boom!
A deafening explosion swept across the area, and the intense heat leveled the nearby mountains.
However, Di Jun's true form had already fled far away, and he was only hit by the aftershocks, but his body was not injured.
"Hongyun, you've gone mad! Hand over the Primordial Purple Qi, and I swear in the name of the Demon Emperor that I will never harm you again!"
Zhen Yuanzi, who was being held tightly by Taiyi in the distance, had eyes wide with rage and shouted at Hongyun in a voice that was almost torn apart:
"Hongyun! Purple aura is nothing but an external thing; don't be obsessed with it!"
He also knew that the current situation was hopeless, and even with the Book of Earth in hand, it was impossible to break through the blockade of the Eastern Emperor Bell in an instant.
Hongyun seemed not to hear the shouts. He stood staggering in mid-air, his breath weak, but his eyes burned with a kind of madness.
"Hahaha, do you really think this is all the tricks I have left? I can even self-destruct my primordial spirit!"
Before he finished speaking, he charged towards Di Jun again.
However, the same outcome happened again.
Di Jun retreated again, his calmness bordering on cruelty.
Hongyun's desperate attack still failed to touch him in the slightest.
After Hongyun self-destructed, that wisp of primordial purple energy did not disappear, but remained quietly suspended in mid-air.
At this moment, no one cared whether Hongyun still had a trace of true spirit left, nor did anyone care where the Nine-Nine Soul-Scattering Gourd fell.
All eyes and all minds were firmly captivated by that wisp of purple energy.
After a brief silence, the melee erupted.
All the powerful beings who had previously retreated reappeared, unleashing various supernatural powers and magical treasures upon anyone attempting to approach the purple aura.
Figures continued to fall from the clouds, their breath fading, crashing into the scorched earth below.
Zhen Yuanzi ignored all of this. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the direction where the remaining true spirit of the red cloud had dissipated. He pushed the Earth Book to its limit and turned into a beam of light to chase after it.
No matter how much magic power he burned, that tiny speck of true spirit light always floated in front of him, seemingly not far away, yet he could never reach it.
That wisp of primordial purple energy remained suspended in place, its purple light swirling, tempting everyone to go mad for it.
Di Jun, Tai Yi, Kun Peng, and Ming He, the most powerful cultivators, almost touched the purple aura several times, but were always forced back at the last moment by the combined efforts of others.
Purple energy rose and fell in the center of the battle, like an eerie tranquility in the eye of a storm.
This fierce battle, which involved dozens of powerful figures, lasted for several days and nights.
Until half of the participants perished, that wisp of primordial purple energy suddenly trembled slightly.
"Enough. This Primordial Purple Qi originally belonged to Hongyun. Now that Hongyun has perished, let this thing return to the world."
As soon as he finished speaking, a huge golden palm print slowly emerged from the void high above.
The palm print appeared slow, but in reality it sealed off all changes in the surrounding area. Under the watchful eyes of all the powerful beings, it was gently imprinted on that wisp of primordial purple energy.
The purple aura trembled slightly, then transformed into countless tiny purple specks of light, leaving no trace.
None of those present dared to utter a word of rebuttal, for they could all tell that the voice belonged to Dao Ancestor Hongjun.
A fierce battle has ended in such a way.
Not only did the powerful beings fail to obtain the Primordial Purple Qi, but they also suffered heavy losses and forged an irreconcilable enmity with Zhen Yuanzi, who risked his life to save them.
Many people turned pale and fled, leaving behind a scene of devastation.
In contrast, Zhen Yuanzi seemed completely unaware of everything behind him.
That glimmer of true spirit ahead was his old friend's only hope for resurrection, and he would never give up, even if it meant chasing him to the very end of a sea of blood.
After several days of rapid travel, Zhen Yuanzi caught up with the Netherworld Blood Sea.
The dark red seawater stretched endlessly, thick and stagnant.
Just as that spark of true light was about to disappear into the edge of the sea of blood, it abruptly vanished.
It didn't sink into the blood, nor did it hide in the void; it simply vanished into thin air.
Zhen Yuanzi abruptly stopped, standing frozen above the sea of blood.
His divine sense surged forth, sweeping across the churning waves of blood below.
However, he found nothing.
"What happened? Where is Hongyun's true spirit?!"
Zhen Yuanzi frowned, his eyes were bloodshot, and he muttered to himself in fear.
He forcefully suppressed the pounding and confusion in his heart, his right hand rapidly kneading, trying to recall everything that had just happened.
However, just like before, nothing was found.
The disappearance of Hongyun Zhenling from nowhere was no accident.
He pondered for a moment and could only come up with two possibilities:
One is that a sage intervened and silently took away the true spirit;
Secondly, it was the River Styx that was causing the trouble; only he could have done things so cleanly and thoroughly in this place, leaving no trace.
But Hongyun was kind and gentle and had never offended any saint. They had no reason to attack a true spirit that was about to dissipate.
Given this, the answer is almost obvious.
"Styx, get out here!"
The angry roar, carrying with it overwhelming grief and indignation and the oppressive aura of a quasi-saint, shook the vast sea of blood, causing it to churn and surge.
Suddenly, Zhen Yuanzi, enraged, struck down with a palm towards the Netherworld Blood Sea.
boom!
A deafening roar shook the sea of blood, and waves surged skyward.
Subsequently, thousands of figures rose from the sea, all resembling the Styx River, exuding a chilling aura, with the lowest cultivation level being at least Golden Immortal.
"Zhen Yuanzi, have you gone mad? You dare to run rampant in my Netherworld Blood Sea for the sake of a mere Hongyun? Do you really think I wouldn't dare leave you here?"
The leader, Blood God Child, stepped forward and shouted sharply.
"If you hand over the True Spirit of Red Cloud today, I may let this matter rest. Otherwise, I will ensure your death and that you never have peace again!"
"You've come to the wrong person. This humble Taoist has never seen the True Spirit of Red Cloud."
"Nonsense! This is your sacred ground. Your true spirit vanished here; how could you be completely unaware!"