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Chapter 609: The Ancestor Stele? I Want It Too!
Chapter 609: The Ancestor Stele? I Want It Too!
The azure waves calmed, gradually settling down.
The tattered Ten Thousand Miles Mountain Map fluttered in the air like a desolate flag, then slowly darkened until it sank into the waters.
A damp wind swept over the collapsed mountain, causing many Mountain-Shifting Sect cultivators to lower their palms, releasing their control over the array. They stared at the black-robed figure in the sky with reverence.
The restraints on Huang Wenfa's body suddenly loosened, and he stumbled back to the ground, only to be caught by Yan Chongzhang who had rushed over.
The master and disciple both looked at Shen Yi, their breathing becoming more rapid.
Their sect had lost a treasure mountain, but the figure standing alone at the edge of the sky, though not particularly imposing, was more unyielding than any mountain.
"Is that Shen Yi?"
Prince Ziyang gazed into the distance, deep in thought for a long time, his eyes gradually growing more complex.
The Purple Beard White Dragon Clan disliked slaughter, and although he was powerful, he had a similar temperament. Logically, a fierce person like Shen Yi would instinctively provoke his disgust.
However, Shen Yi had stood up for the Mountain-Shifting Sect, and his decisive and ruthless methods had surprised Prince Ziyang.
After many years of absence, it seemed that Nanhong had gained such a ruthless person, and he wasn't sure if it was a good thing.
But until now, he finally understood why his old friends had reacted the way they did.
"Now that the Ancestor Stele has appeared, what do you all think?"
Prince Ziyang collected 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 Monarch Sect. Over the years, this immortal stele had accumulated such power that it rivaled even the Dragon's Lair.
Even though only a phantom had descended upon Western Flood, it was beyond the capabilities of a Celestial Realm cultivator to resist alone.
With Shi Lianchang's demise, the situation had become irreconcilable, and there was no room for mediation. It was time to make a choice.
"We never had a choice."
Ye Jiu slowly drew his radiant longsword, and although Ji Jing Xi and Qi Yansheng didn't respond, their quiet steps forward already revealed their determination.
Seeing this, Prince Ziyang'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 he was from the Boundless Dao Monarch Sect, these old friends were determined to fight to the bitter end, risking the destruction of their entire sect.
Thinking of this, Prince Ziyang sighed, "I'll handle it, as before."
As long as he could temporarily stabilize the situation, he was willing to bear the scolding from his father, all for the sake of their past friendship, he took on the responsibility for today's events.
Of course, after resolving this matter, he intended to have a serious talk with this young man.
This young man's talent was exceptional, far surpassing that of Xuan Qing in his early years. Such a gifted cultivator should have a more peaceful environment to grow, free from distractions, and definitely not standing in opposition to immortals, repeating past mistakes.
However, to Prince Ziyang's surprise, Qi Yansheng responded with a bitter smile, "Thank you for your kindness, but we can't make that decision."
"You..."
Prince Ziyang was taken aback and said irritably, "Don't take advantage of our friendship."
With the appearance of the Ancestor Stele, even with his perfected Celestial Realm cultivation, handling the situation would be challenging and might require a significant cost. He couldn't just expect his friends to do it for free!
"Please help," Zi Xian tugged at her brother's sleeve, a rare plea in her eyes.
After Shi Lianchang's death, the situation had escalated to a terrifying level.
Shen Yi was too ruthless, his heart-chilling actions pushing him to the brink.
In this state, the decisions he made might not be entirely rational.
At this point, only his brother by his side could provide the support he needed.
"..."
Prince Ziyang fell silent for a moment, then reluctantly shook off Zi Xian's hand. He took out a silver mask and gently placed it on his face. In an instant, his entire aura underwent a dramatic transformation.
As his clothes billowed, his physique and skin also changed, becoming robust and rough.
"Don't make a habit of this."
He took a deep breath, narrowing his eyes as he gazed at the Ancestor Stele.
Demonic power surged within him, and his arms began to bulge with popping veins. His fingers slowly extended, as if ready to lift something.
In that moment, the massive and towering Ancestor Stele descended from the clouds, crashing down towards Shen Yi!
The powerful force shook the heavens and earth, dispersing the clouds and causing the boundless azure waves to roar once more, sending up towering waves.
At the same time, under the anxious gazes of the others, Prince Ziyang took a mighty step forward, his body transforming into a streak of light as he rushed towards the base of the Ancestor Stele!
"Please! The Ancestor Stele descends!"
Fu Hai Su stretched out his arms, his face contorting as he roared, causing the entire Dao Palace to tremble violently.
He glared at the black-robed youth below, having lost such a significant figure in Western Hongze and witnessing the demise of a fellow disciple. He was now filled with such rage that he wished to devour the youth's flesh and bones.
"Die, you mortal!" roared Fu Hai Su, his voice echoing like the wrath of the Thunder God, filling the heavens and earth with a deafening roar akin to the sound of a giant bell.
Boom—
The cloud-filled sky formed a circular shape and rapidly expanded in all directions, creating a surging wave of energy that seemed to overturn the entire Western Hongze and even cause the Dragon Palace to tremble.
But it didn't completely subside.
Beneath the sky-obscuring immortal stele, a pale hand emerged, its slender fingers calmly supporting the massive stele.
The black robe billowed, emitting a rustling sound.
Shen Yi remained calm, his gaze fixed on the distant Fu Hai Su. His eyes were filled with a deep gray intent, and with one hand, he effortlessly held up the immortal stele, his body showing no signs of wavering.
Two golden azure dragon phantoms coiled around his wrists, then rushed towards the black-robed youth, resembling two true dragons protecting his body. When they paused, they seemed like the most exquisite embroidery, lifelike with distinct scales and claws.
They carried an air of dominance, overlooking the land and sea below.
This technique, nurtured in the Eastern Demon Hall, finally revealed its true form.
Azure Dragon Spiritual Body!
With an ancient dragon soul, the divine body is invulnerable to demonic forces!
As if sensing something, Shen Yi glanced sideways into the distance, his gray eyes showing no signs of emotional disturbance.
"..."
Prince Zi Yang maintained his pose, his expression wooden, and he awkwardly clenched his palm before lowering his arms and patting his clothes, concealing the awe in his heart.
After all, this was an immortal stele.
Anything associated with the word 'immortal' was not to be taken lightly.
To avoid any mishaps, even Prince Zi Yang had exerted his full strength, yet this youth, in this situation, was reluctant to let go of his blade and caught the Ancestor Stele with just one hand.
With Mid-Heaven Realm cultivation, he unleashed a power comparable to that of a Perfected Heaven Realm expert!
Ye Jiu and the others were also stunned, holding their breath.
The scene before them was more awe-inspiring than when Shen Yi had slain Shi Lianchang.
To confront an immortal treasure with a mortal body, even if it was just a phantom, surpassed the comprehension of ordinary people.
"You..."
Fu Hai Su's arms trembled slightly, and he stared at the Ancestor Stele in disbelief, his gaze dropping to the slender figure below, his pupils slowly constricting.
Only those from the Boundless Dao Monarch Sect knew the true terror of this immortal stele.
They also understood the immense power hidden within the black-robed figure.
"No wonder, no wonder."
Clenching his palms, he stumbled back two steps and muttered, "No wonder you dare to be so reckless."
With Perfected Heaven Realm strength, and with the top experts absent and the immortals unconcerned, one could already swagger across Hongze. Moreover, the youth was so young and mysterious.
"Shi Lianchang, your death is not unjust!"
Fu Hai Su suddenly burst into wild laughter, his graying hair falling over his shoulders, and his aged face contorted with ferocity.
Exchanging a fellow disciple's life for the life of an unparalleled genius with a grudge was worth it!
"Earlier, I didn't use the true power of the Ancestor Stele," Prince Zi Yang's eyes flashed as he looked at Shen Yi, now cherishing this youth even more. If not for the immortals, he might have had the potential to lead a force beyond Hongze.
"This is a portable Dragon Cave."
As if to validate Prince Zi Yang's words, Fu Hai Su suddenly knelt before the phantom of the Ancestor Stele, prostrating himself with a loud thud: "Please, Ancestor Stele, grant your blessing, display your immortal might, and suppress the demons!"
A Late-Heaven Realm cultivator, in the Dao Palace, had forcibly knocked his forehead until it bled.
And the Ancestor Stele responded.
Countless crimson patterns seemed to come alive, crawling upwards like insects, and the innumerable Boundless Dao Monarch Palace patterns gradually dispersed, gathering into a particular Dao Palace diagram.
Counting from the top, it was the twenty-seventh diagram.
Representing the owner of this Dao Palace, who, over the long years, had ranked twenty-seventh within the Boundless Dao Monarch Sect.
Fu Hai Su's face quickly flushed, and the Ten Thousand Miles Mountain Map once again illuminated the land and sea. Human shadows appeared, their forms becoming distorted and gigantic, resembling demon-immortal divine soldiers, with roars echoing all around.
With the transformation, his aura surged like bamboo shoots, rapidly escalating!
In just a few breaths, it reached a level that even made Prince Zi Yang slightly frown. Indeed, it was an immortal stele, and this was just its phantom. Moreover, the Boundless Dao Monarch Sect's foundation wasn't particularly robust. If they had more time to grow, they might have used this immortal treasure to forcefully elevate a Heaven Realm cultivator to the Dao Realm!
"If I were to fight, I could defeat him, but not kill him."
Prince Ziyang looked at Shen Yi, "How do you plan to conclude this?"
Shen Yi casually tossed the Ancestor Stele, smashing it into the waters, creating a massive wave.
But the illusion of a divine treasure was not something that brute force could destroy, and even if it were possible, it was beyond the capabilities of a Heaven Realm Cultivator.
"That Stele is still empowering him," Ye Jiu observed as the Stele stabilized on the water's surface. Despite the appearance of Fu Hai Su's power stabilizing, as long as the Stele remained, his aura was like an endless river, flowing without end.
This was the reason Prince Ziyang couldn't kill him.
"Is there a way to destroy it?" Ye Jiu asked.
Qi Yansheng stared at him, wide-eyed. If he could answer that, the Seven Disciples of Northern Hong wouldn't be relegated to a corner. Ji Jing Xi fixed her gaze on Shen Yi, sensing that he didn't intend to destroy the Stele.
As expected, Shen Yi ignored Fu Hai Su's transformation and instead focused on the ten images at the top of the Immortal Stela.
Unlike other Dao Palace diagrams, these ten images had fly script annotations beside them.
Next to the last image were eight small characters.
"Forge a unique path, stand out from the crowd."
The pattern was somewhat familiar, depicting a grand Dao Palace with nine towering figures of deities and demons, their menacing claws and fangs exuding power.
Fu Hai Su continued his frenzied kowtows, hoping for more divine treasure rewards.
Shen Yi stood with his hands clasped, silently observing the Immortal Stela.
The next moment, in full view of everyone, his slightly hoarse voice echoed in their ears.
"I want it too."
It was less of a plea and more of a command.
This attitude was far from respectful, but the crimson bloodline in Fu Hai Su's Dao Palace diagram began to squirm again, climbing towards the Nine Demons Dao Palace diagram above.
"Uh-oh."
Fu Hai Su sensed something amiss and looked up, only to see that image.
This was the most bizarre image on the Stela, appearing out of thin air, and despite searching seventeen branch sects, the owner of this image remained a mystery.
And now, he seemed to have finally found the answer.
With this thought, Fu Hai Su panted heavily, his unfocused gaze fixed on the distant black-robed figure. His flushed face gradually turned deathly pale.
In his vision, a crimson Ten Thousand Miles Mountain Map unfurled.
Shen Yi's body slowly rose, landing between the thrones of the Dao Palace.
He gently placed his palms on the armrests.
Beside him, towering shadows emerged, and as they took slow steps, the faces of a mountain lord, a long dragon, and a white deer became clearer, each with a ferocious expression.
Accompanied by these nine demons, the black sleeves of his robe fluttered gently.
The fair-skinned, handsome young man resembled a demon monarch, leaning casually against the throne.
In an instant, crimson demonic energy surged from the Ten Thousand Miles Mountain Map, turning the entire sky blood-red, more vivid and intense than the evening glow.
Below his lofty steps, the dying Shi Junrui struggled on the pillar, his voice hoarse and desperate, "Brother... save me... he's the Demon Emperor..."
The Measureless Demon Imperial Palace finally revealed its true form to the world.
With the Stela's empowerment, the Demon Emperor's Palace became even more majestic, standing tall in the sky like a blood-red immortal city, its wails and howls sending chills down everyone's spines.
Shen Yi lowered his gaze slightly, focusing on Fu Hai Su.
He extended his right palm and, with calm composure, brought it down as if passing judgment on the late-stage Heaven Realm Grandmaster.
"Slay."
His words resonated.
From the blood-red Ten Thousand Miles Mountain Map, countless terrifying beast shadows emerged, reforming into a sky full of blood clouds that descended upon the Dao Palace below, engulfing it.
Silence fell upon the arena, leaving only the roars of the ferocious demons, like primeval beasts tearing into the world's juiciest meat.
Until all was quiet.
A sharp wail pierced everyone's eardrums, the most despairing cry, filled with confusion and pleading!
"Why! Why did it have to come to this!"
The cry echoed in the air as the grand Dao Palace slowly crumbled, its thunderous collapse turning into celestial energy that dissipated into nothingness.
(End of Chapter)
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