rms. He suddenly let out a hiss, his face contorting in pain. His upper body bent like a prawn as he clamped his hand over his dantian, gritting his teeth to endure the agony.Cold sweat dripped to the..."Someone emerged from the thunder!"
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"Could this really be a human Am I seeing things"
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"Impossible!"
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Screams echoed across the deck of the treasure ship.
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On board, there were many who had witnessed Su Zinan opening the Hall of Unprovoked during his time. They felt it firsthand; the sound of thunder was more terrifying than the gray tide back then.
A single lightning strike could obliterate them.
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Fortunately, it happened in the ocean. If this had occurred on land, the mountains beneath the lightning strike would have been riddled with holes and completely collapsed long ago.
Who could survive such a storm
The sound of the waves was gone, completely drowned out by the thunder. The sky seemed to open up like a thunderhole, with lightning flashing incessantly like rain, growing more and more frequent, and then the sea of thunder began to expand outwards.
"Hurry! Run away!"
Someone screamed in terror.
The thunder approaches, bringing with it the breath of death.
Several treasure ships, desperate and taking any route, unleashed the full power of their talismans. They weaved through the waves, battling wind and rain as they desperately fled for their lives.
There are no mortal merchant ships here, they are all controlled by cultivators. The quality of the treasure boats is acceptable for now, and none have been capsized by giant waves yet.
But one ship, being too close to the Thunder, couldn't keep up with its expanding speed and was engulfed by countless lightning bolts.
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There were no screams.
Even the sound of the treasure ship's protective shield shattering couldn't be heard.
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When others looked back, they only saw a dazzling silver light. In the blink of an eye, the treasure ship vanished into thin air.
All aboard were buried with the treasure ship, none escaped.
This ship is guarded by a Jindan cultivator!
Everyone was in a panic.
At this moment, they were utterly devoid of joy. Even if it were truly the Wujing Palace appearing, it was too terrifying inside; even Yuan Ying cultivators would perish there.
In the midst of fleeing for their lives, no one cared about what was happening above them.
The sky's change was merely the beginning. Within the thunder, a colossal amount of lightning power gathered, forming a silver-white lightning ring. Both inside and outside the ring, violent lightning crackled.
Beyond the thunderous storm lay raging winds and boundless waves of the sea.
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The interior of the Thunder Ring connects to another space.
This place is permeated with an aura of destruction. The lightning never ceases, its flashes blinding, obscuring the view of what lies within.
Flashes of lightning occasionally appeared, only then would a corner of the depths briefly illuminate.
There, mountains rise and fall, ancient halls stand like forests.
It can be imagined that it should have been the celestial qi of immortals.
At this moment, the beautiful scenery was destroyed by lightning, turning into a thunderous abyss. The remaining ancient immortal formation was also on the verge of collapse.
Besides the lightning, there was a wave after wave of gray tide sweeping across the heavens and earth.
In this hellish environment, there are people, and more than one!
Inside the ring of lightning, two figures stood on either side, floating in mid-air.
Those on the treasure ship saw them.
Two figures were surrounded by lightning, their true forms obscured. They resembled two humanoid bolts of lightning, desperately charging outward against the lightning and the ash tide, facing immense resistance.
Their goal was to escape this space, beyond the Lightning Ring!
Just then, amidst the earth-shaking thunder, came the chanting and shrill cries. The sounds were not loud, but the thunder could not drown them out.
The source of the chanting was the figure on the left.
As time passed, the chanting became more resolute. The lightning surrounding this person gradually shifted from within outwards, being replaced by dazzling golden Buddha light.
A shrill shriek came from the figure on the right. Inside the lightning, a blue light burst forth like a blue sword piercing through the lightning.
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Together, they exerted their strength, unleashing divine power. Buddha light and azure light erupted simultaneously, piercing the thunderous ring.
‘Boom!’
The thunderbolt flashed brightly, then abruptly dimmed and burst with a deafening crack.
Seizing the opportune moment, the two figures surged out of the thunder ring, returning to the mortal realm. They transformed into streaks of golden and azure light, instantly vanishing beyond the reach of the thunder's fury.
After they escaped, the external lightning not only failed to return to the thunder ring, but its momentum became even more astonishing. The cracked thunder ring showed no signs of recovery and exhibited obvious instability.
The thunder ring shattered into several petals, the fragments did not reassemble, they split apart and gradually expanded.
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From the point of rupture, more intense and violent lightning surged outward, bringing an apocalyptic end to the entire sea area.
However, the most drastic change is within the Thunder Ring itself.
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As the thunder rings tore, the internal space seemed to lose some kind of limit, gradually returning to the world, at the same time triggering spatial vibrations, bringing even more astonishing celestial phenomena.
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The cultivators who were escaping on their treasure ships felt a change in their hearts and turned their heads. They were shocked by the sight in the sky.
In mid-air, a magnificent immortal palace faintly appeared.
The fairy palace is not connected to heaven or earth, it grows little by little from the void.
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The mountain resembles a true dragon lying down, revealing only the tip of the iceberg. Ancient palaces and fairy abodes appear in this world.
"The Hall of No Desires!"
Everyone was shocked.
Except for the Wúwàng Hall, no other place could possibly have this kind of aura.
Dao Fo and Su Zi Nan had previously opened the Wu Wang Hall, only to see fragments of various things. Now, they were finally able to witness the true face of this ancient immortal sect with their own eyes!
The restrictions within the Wúwàng Hall flickered frequently.
Under the onslaught of furious lightning and ash waves, the mystic barriers flickered and died one by one. Each extinguished barrier marked the destruction of a celestial palace.
The Unprovoked Hall was already riddled with holes, it wasn't far from being a ruin, on the verge of destruction.
To make matters worse, with all the surviving ancient halls destroyed, the mountain began to crumble, and even the entire fairy mansion was in danger!
Under the gaze of all, the fairy mansion went from birth to destruction in just a dozen breaths.
The space was filled with thunder and ash, continuing to crush the fragments of the immortal mansion until the entire mansion turned into dust.
The two who had escaped looked back at the scene behind them, in silence for a long time.
One of them was a white-bearded old monk.
The old monk had a face full of wrinkles, dressed in an ancient cassock, holding rosary beads. He looked like a man in his eighties, but his eyes were especially bright, piercing through people's hearts.
"Amitabha," the old monk saw the fairy mansion destroyed, clasped his palms together in a salute, and chanted a Buddha's name.
The old monk's companion was a charming and beautiful woman.
This woman's figure is alluring, her appearance peerless. Her eyes are captivating like water, and a single glance can intoxicate onlookers both physically and mentally. Every movement she makes is full of charm, natural and unforced.
This woman was clearly not human. She had three fluffy fox tails growing from her back, but they didn't seem out of place at all; instead, they added a strange kind of charm.
“The Wuwang Hall was completely destroyed. It’s a pity about the treasures inside, as well as many important artifacts of our clan that weren’t taken out,” she said, her voice both wistful and resentful, equally captivating.
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The old monk was not moved by the woman's beauty. Looking at the familiar world, he sighed: "I never expected to be trapped in the Wuwang Palace for three hundred years! No wonder Lao Mo found the Wuwang Palace back then and circled it several times before giving up entering the core of the fairy mansion. Thanks to your help with the treasure, otherwise, this poor monk would have been in danger during his tribulation in the Wuwang Palace!"
"We're all in the same boat, Your Majesty. I have to look out for myself too."
"But it's because of this poor monk that I have implicated my fellow cultivators."
The old monk spoke sincerely.
The woman crossed her arms, compressing two high mounds. Her voice was languid as she said: “It’s not entirely your fault, old monk. Who could have anticipated the sudden appearance of the Heavenly Demon Sound halfway through, causing us both to be caught off guard and severely injured Otherwise, even if we couldn't break the core ancient prohibition together, we wouldn't be trapped in the Wu Wang Hall for three hundred years...”
As she spoke, she looked around, her voice grave. "The Heavenly Demon Sound hasn't disappeared. It's definitely not the power of the Wúwáng Hall; it's a change in Heaven!"
"Celestial Devil's Sound!"
The old monk muttered these four words, his usually placid expression rippling like a pond disturbed. He cast a sidelong glance towards the South China Sea, "Back then, the South Sea Immortal Palace rose into the sky. Daoist Dan Yu was too deeply involved and failed to retreat in time. He was caught up by the ascending palace and vanished. I was fortunate enough to be quick-witted and escape, but I never expected the palace's ascension would trigger a celestial upheaval, forcing us into this predicament of being trapped mortals... That might have been our last chance for ascension."
"Really ascended"
The woman looked unconvinced. “That old geezer, who knows where he's been taken to Dead or alive! But Old Demon Lu was lucky; he left for the Ruins of Return before the sky changed. He’s probably already found the Dao Gate and escaped this disaster.”
Whether or not it is a change in the heavenly way, it is most noteworthy. It's just our speculation and needs to be verified.
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The woman pointed to the sea surface, choosing one of the treasure ships. Her jade finger twitched slightly.
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The treasure ship is battling the wind and waves, trying to escape this place.
Suddenly, the seawater beneath the ship surged wildly, surging up a huge water column that lifted the entire treasure ship off the surface of the sea and into the air.
Finally, the treasure boat was enveloped in a bubble and floated to the two of them.
The cultivators in the hold were suddenly met with an anomaly. They were unsure of what had happened, perplexed and confused. They rushed out of the cabin to investigate, and at that moment, everyone froze, their eyes wide with astonishment.
Regardless of whether they are male or female, there is no old monk in their eyes, only women.
The woman's fox tail swayed lightly, the tip of her fur trembling slightly, as if teasing them in their hearts, making them feel restless and unable to control themselves.
"Late Nascent Soul," the woman glanced at one of the white-clothed scholars.
The white-clothed scholar's proud temperament was shattered by this one look, his face flushed red, and all he could think about was—she looked at me!
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“He is not affected by the Heavenly Demon Sound, and his Nascent Soul is probably the same. Only we cultivators of the Divine Transformation stage can sense the heavenly opportunity and be able to ‘hear’ the Heavenly Demon Sound!”
The woman was enraged, “It seems now that the celestial change won’t be limited to Zhongzhou alone; it will likely cover an entire realm! Even if it's not a change in the Heavenly Dao of this realm, but someone manipulating things from behind, such terrifying divine powers are indistinguishable from the Heavenly Dao to us. With the Heavenly Demon Sound still echoing, whether we can reach Gui Xu is a question, let alone talk about ascending!”
In the end, she gritted her teeth and said, "If we can't become immortals, you and I are nothing but ants!"
The old monk remained silent for a moment before saying, "There is still a difference. It's not a change in the celestial order. Someday, perhaps the demonic sound will no longer be endless madness. It might regain its clarity and we could communicate, without it constantly assaulting our minds. If this is caused by the ascension of the Immortal Palace, then continuing to investigate the South Sea Immortal Palace might reveal the reason."
“I remember you said that, historically speaking, the Wuming Hall was the first to control the Nansha Immortal Palace. So which force came next”
"The conflict between humans and demons in the Wu Wang Hall erupted, leading to a bloody civil war. After the extermination of all who opposed them, the Nan Hai Immortal Palace remained leaderless until the Wu Xiang Immortal Sect rose to power in the Nan Jiang region. Only by starting with the Wu Xiang Immortal Sect..." The old monk was well-versed in these matters, recounting the various factions that had controlled the Nan Hai Immortal Palace throughout history.
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The woman sneered and said, "Wasn't the Wu Xiang Xian Men divided up by all of you"
The old monk seemed not to hear the woman's sarcasm and said, "The disaster of the Wu Xiang Xian Men originated from the demonic chaos, with a brutal ancient demon released from the Immortal Palace. The ancient demon came from the Immortal Palace, and the ascension of the Immortal Palace caused celestial changes. Perhaps the Heavenly Dao Demon Sound is related to the ancient demon! Back then, the mountain gate of the Wu Xiang Xian Men disappeared into the outside world, its whereabouts unknown. There should be scriptures preserved in the mountain gate."
“A demonic beast capable of causing celestial upheaval is not something a mere sect like the Wu Xiang Xianmen could suppress!”
The woman was not optimistic about the old monk's plan. Remembering the white-clad scholar who was left aside, she asked, "Over the past three hundred years, has any fairy palace descended from the South Sea"
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"Fairy Palace"
The white-clad scholar was bewildered, unable to think of anything important, yet desperate to impress the goddess. He scratched his ears and pulled at his liver in frustration.
The woman's smile vanished, her expression turned cold, and she slapped the treasure boat with her hand.
With a roar, the bubble burst.
A phantom handprint zoomed towards everyone's vision, growing larger and larger.
Only when facing death did people realize the gravity of the situation, their faces etched with fear.
There were screams all over the ship.
Suddenly, a golden light enveloped the treasure ship, blocking the handprint. It carried the treasure ship down to the sea surface. A faint Zen sound echoed in their ears, causing them to feel drowsy and slump to the ground, forgetting everything that had just happened.
The woman glanced at the old monk, her expression unchanged, and didn't dwell on this trivial matter.
The old monk lightly flicked his sleeves, sending out several rays of light. “Although I have spent three hundred years in seclusion, time has not been wasted. These treasures will be of great use in the future. Daoist friend, how do you intend to handle them”
The woman didn't hesitate to take two items, her gaze falling on two glowing orbs.
Among them there was a square ding (ritual bronze vessel), and one miscellaneous colored strange pill.
"Anything belonging to humans, leave it there! However, before using it, you must obtain this king's permission!"
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The old monk greeted him and retracted his sleeve.
A sickly yellow hue suddenly appeared on his face, adding a touch of illness to his appearance. His breath became ragged and labored. He clasped his hands together and silently recited a scripture before calming down.
When the old monk recovered, the woman asked in puzzlement, “The heavenly demonic sound permeates our ears and continuously influences us. Even though you risked injury, you weren't afraid of harming your Dao foundation and making things worse According to the original plan, within five years, we could escape unharmed. We've already been trapped in the Wúwàng Hall for three hundred years. Why rush to break out now”
The old monk looked north, towards the direction of Jinyu Prefecture, and said, "The Hungry Ghost Festival is approaching."
"The Hungry Ghost Festival"
The woman pondered for a moment before remembering this once-in-five-hundred-years human race grand gathering. With a thoughtful expression, she said, "Do you think the remnants of the Wuxiang Immortal Gate would appear at this time Hehe, with the Nascent Soul disappearing, if we don't show ourselves again, the world will be in chaos. For them, this is indeed a once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity, it's just right to help us find the Wuxiang Immortal Gate's mountain gate. You're quite cunning..."
"This is one example."
The old monk cast one last glance back. He saw the storm subsiding, and the Unfettered Hall completely erased from the world, leaving not a single trace.
He set off towards Jinyu Prefecture, "Eastward to the Ruins of Existence, life and death uncertain. Before departing, this poor monk must cleanse the hidden malice."
Upon hearing this, the woman looked at the old monk in disbelief. "Master, you're barely hanging on yourself, and yet you still worry about that dilapidated Chan Monastery You failed to ascend, your path is extinguished. With demonic sounds obstructing the cultivation paths of all cultivators in this realm, it's unlikely anyone will even reach the Nascent Soul stage. Even if your sect lineage lasts for millions of years, what's the point"
"Amitabha Buddha! The transmission itself is the meaning."
The old monk crossed the north with a firm step.
"My sect forged me, and I forge my sect!"
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