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Chapter 609: Ancestral Stele? I Want It Too!
Chapter 609: Ancestral Stele? I Want It Too!
The surging green waves gradually calmed.
The tattered Ten Thousand Miles River Map, like a desolate flag, fluttered in the air, gradually turning dark before sinking into the waters.
The stench of the wind swept past the collapsed mountain, causing many of the Mountain Moving Sect's cultivators to lower their palms, withdrawing their control over the grand formation. They stared at the black-robed figure in the sky with reverence.
The restraints on Huang Wenfa suddenly loosened, and he stumbled back to the ground, supported by Yan Chongzhang.
The master and disciple also looked at Shen Yi, their breathing becoming more rapid.
Their sect had lost a treasure, but this figure standing alone in the sky, though not particularly majestic, was more unshakeable than any mountain.
"Is this Shen Yi?"
Prince Zi Yang gazed into the distance, deep in thought for a long time, his eyes gradually growing complex.
The Purple Bearded White Dragon Clan disliked slaughter, and although he was dominant, he had the same temperament. Logically, a fierce person like Shen Yi would instinctively evoke his disgust.
But Shen Yi had stood up for the Mountain Moving Sect, and his decisive and efficient methods of killing had surprised Prince Zi Yang.
After many years of seclusion, a ruthless person like Shen Yi had appeared in South Hong, and he wasn't sure if this was a good thing.
Until now, he finally understood why his old friends had reacted the way they did.
"Now that the Ancestral Stele has appeared, what do you plan to do?"
Prince Zi Yang gathered his thoughts and turned to look at Ye Jiu and the others.
The towering stele, covered in crimson patterns, represented every cultivator of the Boundless Dao Emperor Sect. After such a long accumulation, this Immortal Stele was no less powerful than the Dragon Cavern.
Even if only a shadow descended upon West Hong, it was something that no Heaven Realm cultivator could resist alone.
Now that Stone Liang had fallen, both sides were locked in an irreconcilable conflict, with no room for mediation. It was time to make a choice.
"We never had a choice," said Ye Jiu, slowly unsheathing his radiant longsword. Ji Jingxi and Qi Yan Sheng didn't respond, but their silent steps forward revealed their intentions.
Seeing this, Prince Zi Yang's expression finally turned solemn.
This young man named Shen Yi was not only profound in cultivation but also cunning in his methods. Even knowing that he was from the Boundless Dao Emperor Sect, these old friends were still willing to risk the destruction of their entire sect without hesitation.
With a sigh, Prince Zi Yang said, "I'll handle it, but the conditions remain the same."
As long as he could temporarily stabilize the situation, even if it meant being scolded by his father, he would take responsibility for today's events, considering their past friendship.
Of course, after resolving this matter, he would definitely have a good talk with this young man.
This young man had exceptional talent, far surpassing Xuan Qing by many times. Such a promising cultivator should have a more peaceful environment to grow, free from distractions and standing against immortals, repeating past mistakes.
However, to Prince Zi Yang's surprise, Qi Yan Sheng responded to his goodwill with a bitter smile, "Thank you for your kindness, but we can't make the decision."
"You..."
Prince Zi Yang was taken aback and said irritably, "Don't be so presumptuous."
With the Ancestral Stele's appearance, even with his Perfect Heaven Realm strength, resolving the situation would be challenging and might require a heavy price. He couldn't just expect his friends to do it for free!
"Help," Zi Xian tugged at her brother's sleeve, a rare plea in her eyes.
After Stone Liang's fall, the situation had escalated to a terrifying degree.
Shen Yi was too ruthless, his heart-chilling ruthlessness making his decisions in such a state seem irrational.
At this point, only his brother, standing beside him, could support him.
"..."
Prince Zi Yang fell silent for a moment, then shook off Zi Xian's hand and took out a silver fan, gently pressing it against his face. In an instant, his entire aura changed dramatically.
As his clothes fluttered, his physique and skin transformed into a robust and rough appearance.
"Don't push your luck."
He took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the Ancestral Stele.
Demon energy surged within him, and his arms bulged with popping veins. His fingers slowly extended, as if lifting something heavy.
In an instant, the massive Ancestral Stele plummeted from the clouds, crushing down towards Shen Yi!
The mighty force shook the heavens and earth, dispersing the clouds, and even the boundless green waves roared with a deafening boom, creating towering waves.
At the same time, Prince Zi Yang, under the watchful eyes of the others, took a powerful step forward, his body transforming into a streak of light that rushed towards the base of the Ancestral Stele!
"Please! The Ancestral Stele has descended!"
Cailan Fuhai spread his arms and roared with a hideous expression, causing the entire Dao Imperial Palace to shake violently.
He glared at the black-robed youth below, having lost such a powerful individual in Xihong, and now witnessing the death of a fellow sect member. He felt an intense hatred, wishing to devour his flesh and bones.
Now, it was time to show these mortals the true power of a divine treasure!
"Die, you fool!"
With a roar from Cailan Fuhai, the heavens shook as if the thunder god's fury had descended, leaving only the deafening sound of a giant bell.
Boom—
The vast cloud sea formed a circular shape and rapidly expanded in all directions, its surging waves threatening to overturn the entire Xihong, causing even the Dragon Palace to tremble.
But it didn't completely fall.
Beneath the immortal stele that blotted out the sky, a white palm appeared, its slender fingers gently dragging the massive stele.
The black robe undulated, emitting a rustling sound.
Shen Yi remained calm, his gaze fixed on the distant Cailan Fuhai. His eyes were filled with a strong gray intent, and he supported the immortal stele with one hand, his body showing no signs of wavering.
Two golden dragon shadows coiled around his wrists, then rushed towards the black robe, resembling real dragons protecting his body. When they paused, they resembled exquisite embroidery, lifelike with distinct scales and claws.
With their domineering aura, they gazed down upon the world below.
This technique, nurtured in the Eastern Demon Palace, finally revealed its true form.
Azure Dragon Essence Body!
Using the ancient dragon soul to cover the divine body, it was impervious to demonic influences!
As if sensing something, Shen Yi glanced sideways into the distance, his gray eyes showing no emotional fluctuations.
"..."
Prince Ziyang maintained his stance, his expression wooden. He awkwardly clenched his palm, then lowered his arms and patted his robe, trying to conceal his inner shock.
This was, after all, an immortal stele.
Anything associated with immortality was not to be taken lightly.
To avoid accidents, even he had exerted his full strength, yet this young man, facing such a situation, refused to let go of his saber, and with just one hand, caught the ancestral stele.
With the strength of a mid-stage Heaven Realm cultivator, he unleashed power comparable to a perfect Heaven Realm expert!
Ye Jiu and the others were stunned, holding their breath in disbelief.
The scene before them was even more shocking than when Shen Yi had killed Shi Lianchang.
To confront an immortal treasure with a mortal body, even if it was just a shadow, surpassed the understanding of ordinary people.
"You..."
Cailan Fuhai's arms trembled slightly, and he stared at the ancestral stele in disbelief, his gaze dropping to the slender figure below. His pupils slowly constricted.
Only those from the Boundless Dao Emperor Sect knew the true terror of this immortal stele.
They also understood the immense power hidden within the body beneath the black robe.
"No wonder, no wonder."
He clenched his palm and stumbled back two steps, muttering, "No wonder you dare to be so reckless."
With the strength of a perfect Heaven Realm cultivator, he could already roam freely in Hongze, let alone with his youth and mysterious identity.
"Shi Lianchang, your death is not unjust!"
Cailan Fuhai suddenly burst into wild laughter, his graying hair falling over his shoulders, and his aged face contorted with ferocity.
Trading the life of a fellow sect member for the life of a peerless genius with a grudge—it was worth it!
"The previous technique was not the true power of the ancestral stele," Prince Ziyang said, his eyes flashing as he looked at Shen Yi. He now cherished this young man even more, and if not for the Immortal's involvement, the young man might have had the potential to lead a force beyond Hongze.
"This is a portable dragon cavern."
As if to validate Prince Ziyang's words, Cailan Fuhai suddenly knelt before the shadow of the ancestral stele, bowing deeply and knocking his head several times, "Please, ancestral stele, bestow your blessings, display your immortal might, and suppress the demons!"
A late-stage Heaven Realm cultivator, within the Dao Palace, forcefully knocked his forehead, and the ancestral stele responded.
Countless crimson patterns on the stele seemed to come to life, crawling upwards like insects. Countless Boundless Dao Emperor Palace patterns gradually dispersed, gathering into a specific Dao Palace pattern.
Counting from the top, it was the twenty-seventh pattern.
This represented the owner of this Dao Palace, who, throughout the long years, had been ranked twenty-seventh within the Boundless Dao Emperor Sect.
Cailan Fuhai's face quickly turned rosy, and the Ten Thousand Miles River Map once again illuminated the world, with countless distorted and gigantic figures resembling demon-immortal-god-soldiers, their roars echoing all around.
With the transformation, his aura surged like bamboo shoots, growing rapidly!
Within just a few breaths, it reached a level that even made Prince Ziyang slightly frown. Indeed, it was an immortal stele, and this was just its shadow. With the Boundless Dao Emperor Sect's foundation not being particularly profound, if they were given more time to grow, this immortal treasure might allow Heaven Realm cultivators to forcefully step into the Dao Realm!
"If I were to fight, I could defeat him, but I couldn't kill him."
"Prince Ziyang looked at Shen Yi and asked, "How do you plan to end this?"
"..."
Shen Yi casually tossed the Ancestral Tablet, sending it crashing into the water, once again stirring up terrifying waves.
But the illusory Immortal Treasure was not something that could be destroyed by brute force, and even if it could, it was not something a Heaven Realm cultivator could accomplish.
"That Ancestral Tablet is still empowering him," Ye Jiu observed as the tablet landed steadily on the water's surface, feeling a sense of urgency in his heart. Although it seemed like Cailan Fuhai's strength had stopped increasing, as long as the Ancestral Tablet remained, his aura was like a mighty river, unceasing.
This was also the reason why Prince Ziyang couldn't kill him.
"Is there any way to destroy it?"
In response to Ye Jiu's confusion, Qi Yan Sheng widened his eyes. If he could answer this question, the Southern Seven Sects wouldn't have been relegated to a corner. Ji Jingxi stared intently at Shen Yi, sensing that he didn't seem to want to destroy the Immortal Stele.
As expected, in the next moment, Shen Yi ignored Cailan Fuhai's transformation and instead directed his gaze towards the ten diagrams at the top of the Immortal Stele.
Unlike the other Dao Palace diagrams, these ten diagrams had small fly-like annotations next to them.
And next to the last diagram were eight small characters.
"Blazing a new trail, standing out from the crowd."
The pattern was somewhat familiar, depicting nine majestic immortal demons standing in the grand Dao Palace, exuding might with their bared fangs and claws.
Cailan Fuhai continued his crazed kowtowing, hoping to receive more Immortal Treasure rewards.
Shen Yi stood with his hands clasped, quietly gazing at the Immortal Stele.
The next moment, under everyone's watchful eyes, his slightly hoarse voice echoed in their ears.
"I want it too."
It sounded more like a command than a plea.
This attitude was certainly not respectful, but in the next moment, the crimson blood lines that had gathered in Cailan Fuhai's Dao Palace diagram began to squirm again, climbing towards the Nine Demons Dao Palace diagram above.
"Uh-oh."
Cailan Fuhai seemed to sense something amiss, and he looked up in a daze, only to see that diagram.
This was the most bizarre diagram on the Immortal Stele, appearing out of thin air. Even after searching through seventeen branch sects, they couldn't find out who the owner of this diagram was.
But now, he seemed to have finally found the answer.
With this thought, Cailan Fuhai panted heavily, his eyes vacant as he looked towards the distant black-robed figure. His flushed face gradually turned deathly pale.
In his line of sight, a crimson Ten Thousand Miles River Map slowly unfolded.
Shen Yi's body slowly rose and landed between the Dao Palace thrones.
He lightly placed his palms on the armrests.
Beside him, tall shadows stirred, and as they took slow steps forward, the Mountain Lord, the Long Serpent, and the White Deer appeared, their fierce faces becoming clearer.
Accompanied by these nine demons, the black sleeves of the young man slowly lifted.
The handsome young man with fair skin seemed like a monarch among demons, leaning casually against the throne.
In an instant, crimson demonic energy surged out from the Ten Thousand Miles River Map, turning the entire sky blood-red, more vibrant and striking than the evening glow.
Below his long steps, the dying Marquis Fuhai seemed like a lowly maggot, struggling in terror on the pillar, his voice hoarse and weak like a mosquito's buzz, "Brother... save me... he's the Demon Emperor..."
The Demon Emperor Palace finally revealed its true form to the world.
And with the empowerment of the Immortal Stele, this Demon Emperor Palace became even more majestic, standing tall in the sky like a blood-red immortal city, with unending wails and howls that sent chills down everyone's spines.
Shen Yi slightly lowered his gaze, focusing on Cailan Fuhai.
He extended his right palm slightly, then calmly brought it down, as if delivering a verdict to this late-stage Heaven Realm Sect Leader.
"Sever."
His words echoed.
In the blood-red Ten Thousand Miles River Map, countless terrifying beast shadows suddenly appeared, re-converging into a sky full of blood clouds, and then they descended, engulfing the Dao Emperor Palace below.
The arena fell silent, leaving only the roars of the fierce demons, like primeval beasts on the hunt, tearing into the world's most succulent flesh.
Until all was still.
A sharp wail pierced everyone's eardrums, the most desperate cry, filled with confusion and pleading! "Fratricidal slaughter! Why?!"
"Why?!"
The cry echoed in the air as the grand Dao Emperor Palace slowly crumbled, rumbling endlessly, and dissipating into the heavens and earth.
(End of Chapter)
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