Chapter 375: Annihilate, the Might of the Spirit Tool!

Chapter 375: Annihilate, the Might of the Spirit Tool!

Roar!

After accumulating for a long time and absorbing a large amount of spiritual energy, the Flame Cauldron, under Lu Qing's command, let out a dragon's roar, carrying a heart-shaking aura of might. With extreme speed, it smashed towards the peak below where the crimson-faced elder and the others were located.

"Not good!"

Feeling the terrifying might akin to a mountain above his head, the crimson-faced elder's expression changed drastically, and his pupils contracted instantly, becoming as small as a needle's eye.

But it was already too late for him to warn the other disciples. He could only frantically infuse his soul power into the formation flag in his hand.

As a massive amount of soul power was activated, the peak where the crimson-faced elder was located lit up with formation light, and a formation shield rose, enveloping the entire peak.

Even after doing all this, the crimson-faced elder still didn't feel the slightest sense of security.

A golden light burst out from his body, transforming into a light barrier that enveloped him.

It was a long story, but in reality, everything happened in the blink of an eye.

From the moment Lu Qing activated the Flame Cauldron to smash downwards, to the crimson-faced elder activating the formation, it was all just a matter of a breath.

Just as the formation shield had lit up, the Flame Cauldron had already smashed into it.

The might of a spirit tool was truly terrifying. Even with Lu Qing's current cultivation level, it was not enough to unleash even one percent of the Flame Cauldron's power. But this awe-inspiring strike, accumulated over a long time, was still not something the hastily deployed formation of Floating Mountain could withstand.

So, the formation defense shield that the crimson-faced elder activated had just lit up when, in less than a breath, it was shattered like an eggshell by the descending Flame Cauldron.

Then, amidst the horrified gazes of the numerous Floating Mountain disciples, it heavily slammed into the peak.

Boom!

The Flame Cauldron, as large as a small mountain, smashed into the peak, and in an instant, the earth shook and the mountains trembled.

The incredibly sturdy body of the cauldron directly blasted a huge crater into the entire peak.

The overwhelmingly powerful impact swept through everything, almost reducing all the buildings and trees within a hundred zhang radius to flat ground.

What was even more terrifying was the spirit flame that sprayed out from the Flame Cauldron, engulfing the entire peak and turning it into a sea of fire.

"Ah!"

"No! Supreme Elder, save me!"

"What kind of fire is this? Why can't it be extinguished!"

...

The awe-inspiring strike of the Flame Cauldron was truly powerful.

Those Floating Mountain disciples hadn't escaped very far. Some of the slower disciples, in the moment the Flame Cauldron collided with the peak, were shaken by that extremely terrifying impact, their internal organs crushed, and they died with their bodies shattered.

The lucky ones who escaped a bit faster, not killed by the shockwave, still couldn't escape the sea of flames that descended from above.

The flames sprayed out by the Flame Cauldron were spirit flames, capable of burning both the physical body and the soul.

Once it adhered to something, unless one had a special cultivation method or a treasure for protection, it was almost impossible to extinguish before the target was completely burned.

The most powerful among the Floating Mountain disciples were only at the Primordial Realm of Qi Condensation, so how could they withstand the burning of this spirit tool's flame?

Whether it was protecting themselves with true qi or spiritual energy, or even rolling on the ground, they couldn't extinguish a shred of the spirit flame on their bodies.

In an instant, the entire peak was filled with the desperate screams of the Floating Mountain disciples.

Looking at the scene below that resembled a human hell, Lu Qing, high up in the sky, showed no change in his expression.

Ever since the incident at Holy Mountain, when the bald donkey from Floating Mountain tried to forcefully convert his master, and then later sending assassins from the Endless Tower to assassinate him, he knew that between him and Floating Mountain, it was destined to be a fight to the death, with only one side surviving.

Since they were enemies, there was no reason to show mercy.

Indifferently looking at the disciples struggling and screaming in the sea of fire below, Lu Qing waved his hand, and the large cauldron that had been smashed into the peak rose slowly from the deep crater.

It shrank in size as it approached him.

By the time it reached him, it had already shrunk to the size of a thumb and fell into Lu Qing's hand.

"Little Lord, I won't be able to help you for a while, so be careful."

A weak voice, belonging to 'Yan', resonated in Lu Qing's mind.

"Rest assured, Senior. Just take a good rest."

Lu Qing nodded seriously and put away the Flame Cauldron.

He could feel Yan's weakness.

This was the preciousness of a spirit tool.

Due to the existence of the tool spirit, it could unleash powerful might without the need for the owner's control.

In fact, with Lu Qing's current cultivation level, if not for the existence of Yan, it would have been impossible for him to activate the Flame Cauldron with such might.

Just the massive amount of spiritual energy would have instantly drained him.

However, the previous strike had already consumed all the accumulated spirit aura of the Flame Cauldron.

Without a period of nurturing, it would be difficult to recover.

"Hmm?"

Just as Lu Qing put away the Flame Cauldron, his expression stirred, and he looked down.

Then, he saw a figure slowly crawling out of the deep pit created by the Flame Cauldron. It was none other than the crimson-faced elder.

But at this moment, the crimson-faced elder no longer had his previous composure, and his appearance had become utterly miserable.

His robe was tattered and worn, and half of his body was completely devoid of flesh and blood, leaving only charred bones.

Faintly visible within was his internal organs, pulsating, creating a terrifying sight.

If not for the layer of golden light protecting his insides, he would have likely perished already.

However, the crimson-faced elder currently had no regard for his injuries.

He didn't even pay attention to the pitiful cries of his disciples around him. Instead, he stared at Lu Qing in the sky with utmost terror.

That earth-shattering strike from earlier was simply too terrifying.

If it weren't for the fact that, at the most critical moment, he had used the formation shield to block for half a breath's time, allowing him to dodge the direct hit from the Flame Cauldron,

he would have been pulverized, his corpse unrecognizable.

"The Flame Cauldron! The Flame Cauldron, the supreme spirit tool of the ancient immortal sect, the Flame Sect, is actually in your hands. Are you a descendant of the Flame Sect?"

The crimson-faced elder's voice was hoarse, his tone filled with disbelief.

Seeing the appearance and power of the giant cauldron Lu Qing had just summoned, he finally recalled certain records from the ancient scriptures in the temple.

"Old bald donkey, I didn't expect you to have some ability, actually enduring a strike from my Flame Cauldron."

Lu Qing looked at the golden light protecting the crimson-faced elder's insides and understood that he must possess a treasure.

Otherwise, even without being directly hit by the Flame Cauldron, he shouldn't have survived that terrifying might.

He secretly admired the other party in his heart, acknowledging that he was indeed a formidable cultivator at the perfection of the Foundation Establishment Realm.

His life-preserving methods were truly exceptional.

"It's indeed the Flame Cauldron!"

Hearing Lu Qing's words, the crimson-faced elder knew his guess was correct, and his disbelief deepened.

According to the ancient scriptures in the temple, the ancient immortal sect, the Flame Sect, should have been destroyed before the curtain fell on the previous cultivation era.

Its supreme spirit tool, the Flame Cauldron, should have also disappeared without a trace.

Yet, after tens of thousands of years, as the spirit tool revived, the Flame Cauldron reappeared.

Moreover, it was in the hands of a mysterious and powerful cultivator with profound cultivation.

Could it be that the destruction of the ancient immortal sect, the Flame Sect, was just an illusion? Was it like the four hidden realms, hiding in some secret realm, enduring the long period of spiritual energy depletion, and now ready to emerge?

But why would the Flame Sect have a grudge against Floating Mountain? Even in the ancient cultivation era, there wasn't a significant enmity between the two sects.

In an instant, numerous speculations and thoughts flashed through the crimson-faced elder's mind.

But the next moment, a strong sense of danger arose within him.

Without hesitation, the crimson-faced elder abruptly shifted sideways, attempting to dodge to the side.

Just as his figure moved, a sharp blade aura brushed past his body, slicing into the ground and creating a deep gash where he had been standing.

Before he could catch his breath, countless blade auras descended from the sky, covering him in a relentless attack.

"He just activated a spirit tool, yet he still has such abundant spiritual energy!"

Seeing the overwhelming blade auras, the crimson-faced elder's face revealed a trace of despair.

Earlier, he had exhausted all his strength to resist the might of the Flame Cauldron.

Now, not only was he severely injured, but his protective treasure was damaged, and his spiritual energy was nearly depleted. He truly had no strength left to withstand Lu Qing's storm of blade attacks.

At the same time, he couldn't comprehend why Lu Qing, after activating a spirit tool like the Flame Cauldron, could still launch such an attack, defying common sense.

As the crimson-faced elder was about to be dismembered by Lu Qing's blade auras,

a beam of light suddenly flew from afar, moving at an incredible speed. It reached the scene before Lu Qing's blade auras, transforming into a semi-transparent golden bell that enveloped the crimson-faced elder within.

Ding! Ding! Ding...

Lu Qing's blade auras struck the Golden Bell, but they couldn't break through its defense.

Although the bell trembled under the onslaught, it remained intact, protecting the crimson-faced elder inside.

"Golden Bell Elder!"

Seeing the golden bell surrounding him, the crimson-faced elder's face lit up with joy.

"Hmm?"

Lu Qing also sensed something and looked up at the distant horizon.

Then, he felt several powerful auras rapidly approaching from the depths of the mountain range.

He understood that the reinforcements from Floating Mountain had arrived.

Without further ado, the golden gondola beneath Lu Qing's feet emitted a radiant glow, and his entire person transformed into a beam of light, fleeing towards the mountain's exterior.

In less than ten breaths after Lu Qing's departure, several figures with powerful auras appeared in the sky, similar to the crimson-faced elder but dressed in grey robes.

"Trying to escape?!"

The grey-robed elders first looked at the tragic scene below with a mix of shock and anger, then turned towards Lu Qing's direction, intending to give chase.

"Elder Golden Bell, hold on! We cannot pursue this person!"

Seeing this, the crimson-faced elder was greatly startled. Ignoring his injuries, he immediately channeled his spiritual energy and shouted loudly.

So intense was his emotion that the inner injuries he had been sustaining with his treasure's power ruptured, causing him to spit blood.

Seeing his agitated state, the grey-robed elders, though puzzled, could only halt their pursuit and descend beside the crimson-faced elder.

"Elder Crimson Heart, what's wrong? Why do you forbid us from pursuing that demon?" asked one of the grey-robed elders.

"This demon's origins are mysterious, and he possesses a spirit tool. If we pursue him recklessly, who knows what might happen!"

The crimson-faced elder hurriedly explained.

"A spirit tool? How is that possible?"

The grey-robed elders were stunned upon hearing this.

"It's absolutely true. Look at the spirit flames around us; they are emitted by that spirit tool. These flames are incredibly powerful, burning everything in their path. No living being below the Foundation Establishment Stage can withstand them; they can only be burned alive."

The grey-robed elders glanced at the raging flames around them, their faces slightly changing.

With their keen perception, they couldn't help but notice the formidable nature of these spirit flames.

One of the grey-robed elders asked with a grim expression, "If these flames are so formidable, then what about the disciples...?"

Through their soul sense, they could perceive that apart from the crimson-faced elder, there was no other living presence on the entire mountain.

The crimson-faced elder sighed, "They have all perished in the sea of flames. That demon appeared too suddenly. The disciples didn't have time to disperse before being burned to death by his spirit tool."

In just a short while, the Floating Mountain disciples who had come into contact with the spirit flames could no longer endure the burning and met their end.

"All of them are gone?"

The grey-robed elders' eyes widened, and their hearts were filled with profound sorrow.

They knew that the disciples they had sent out accounted for nearly half of the temple's elite disciples, and now they were all gone in an instant?

"Demon, this grudge will not be settled until we avenge them!"

One of the grey-robed elders clenched his teeth and swore a venomous oath.

"Elder Crimson Heart, you fought against that demon. Do you know who he is and why he is so vicious, using such a cruel method to harm the disciples of Floating Mountain?" asked another grey-robed elder.

"I couldn't recognize his identity, but I did recognize the spirit tool he used. It's the Flame Cauldron, the missing town sect treasure of the ancient immortal cultivation era from the Flame Cauldron Sect!"

...

As the crimson-faced elder shared his speculations with the other elders, a faint aura was concealed within a cloud in the sky outside the Spirit Mountain Range.

"Who is this mysterious masked face, and how can he control a spirit tool?"

Yangming Daoist stared at the direction of Spirit Mountain, where the roaring flames continued to burn, his eyes filled with shock.

Earlier, he had followed the direction of the golden beam of light and arrived at the outskirts of the Spirit Mountain Range.

There, he witnessed a scene that left him in awe.

He saw the mysterious masked face hovering high in the sky, wielding a gigantic cauldron and unleashing boundless might as he smashed it towards the tallest peak below.

The numerous disciples of Floating Mountain were powerless against this devastating strike, perishing like ants and moths.

Even the majestic mountain, one of the ancient symbols of Floating Mountain, was struck with a massive hole and engulfed in raging flames.

Upon sensing the power emanating from the gigantic cauldron, Yangming Daoist, who had cultivated in a secret realm, instantly understood that it was a genuine spirit tool!

Floating Mountain had provoked a formidable powerhouse who possessed a spirit tool!

Realizing this, Yangming Daoist's heart was both shocked and thrilled.

The shock came from the appearance of a spirit tool,

and the thrill was from seeing his arch-enemy entangled with such a formidable foe, ensuring a difficult future.

He also became more curious about the identity of the mysterious masked face.

After all, it was a spirit tool, and even their Green Sheep Monastery only possessed one, which was used to seal the secret realm and couldn't be taken out.

Who was this mysterious masked face, and how could he control a complete spirit tool?

(End of Chapter)

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