area51novel Chapter 28: Forbidden Forces Counterattack the Dao Palace
Chapter 28: Forbidden Forces Counterattack the Dao Palace
Xuan Qingzi stood in mid-air.
The phantom images of three deities floated behind them—
The Fire God in red armor, the Wood God in green robes, and the Water God in black attire each occupy a corner, forming a four-corner formation with the main body.
The oppressive aura of the Dao Palace's third heaven spread out, making the air within a thousand feet thick and viscous.
Li Xian stood still, without moving.
He was waiting for the first move to assess its strength and make a decision.
Xuan Qingzi didn't waste any more words—he activated the Divine Treasury of the Heart first, and a ball of crimson flames burst forth from his chest cavity, condensing into a red sun, like a golden crow patrolling the sky.
The true fire of the Dao Palace.
The scorching sun pressed down, the heatwave distorted space, and the emerald bamboo on the eighteen green peaks withered and curled up instantly.
Li Xian raised his right hand and made a hand seal with his five fingers.
"sunrise."
A golden sun rose from his palm and collided head-on with the crimson sun that was falling from the sky.
boom--!
The two great suns collided, their light blinding, and shockwaves of gold and red spreading in all directions.
The stone steps crumbled, the clear water steamed, and dozens of Qingxia disciples were thrown off their feet by the shockwave and tumbled down the hillside.
Xuan Qingzi's pupils suddenly contracted.
His blazing sun.
It is the primordial fire nurtured by the divine treasures of the Dao Palace.
It is the culmination of accumulated knowledge and skills, containing the full fire elemental foundation of a cultivator at the third level of cultivation.
The opponent—a cultivator at the Other Shore Realm—had managed to withstand a half-finished hand seal technique stolen from his own elder.
"impossible."
The Sun Seal is the legacy of his Qingxia Sect, and he knows best how powerful it is.
That thing, when used by the Supreme Elder, was only the size of a millstone, all show and no substance. How did it end up in this kid's hands—
The blazing sun split open.
The golden sun wheel crushed through the outer shell of the blazing sun, its momentum undiminished, heading straight for Xuan Qingzi's face.
Xuan Qingzi retreated rapidly, and the phantom of the Fire God stepped forward to block him. Most of his crimson armor shattered, barely managing to deflect the impact.
He steadied himself, his face ashen.
'He has completely mastered the Sun Seal. No, more than just mastered it—he infused it with his own power, completely altering the principles and rhythms of the Dao. This is not the Sun Seal of the Qingxia Sect; it is his Sun Seal.'
Xuan Qingzi was not given any time to catch his breath.
Li Xian stepped on a golden lotus and soared into the air, meeting Xuan Qingzi's gaze at him.
Xuan Qingzi formed a hand seal and uttered a low shout.
"Black Lotus Burns the Soul!"
This is his trump card, a secret technique of attacking with divine sense. It bypasses the physical body and divine power, directly targeting the opponent's sea of consciousness.
In the void, black lotuses bloomed out of thin air, each radiating a cold, eerie light. Deep within the heart of each flower lurked a dark, monstrous demon with menacing fangs, emitting a piercing hiss.
A dozen or so black lotuses exploded, turning into a rain of black rain that swept up the horde of celestial demons and rushed toward Li Xian's brow.
This move once caused the souls of cultivators at the third level of the Dao Palace to collapse on the spot.
Li Xian remained expressionless.
He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, a burst of silver light surged deep within his pupils.
Behind them, a vast silver ocean suddenly appeared.
That was not actual seawater, but rather an illusion that overflowed after the essence and divine sense had been condensed to the extreme—a sea of divine consciousness a hundred times more vast than that of an ordinary cultivator on the other side of the river, which spread out in the sky and reflected half of the heavens.
A vast, silvery ocean surged, and a silvery-white dragon leaped from the crest of a wave.
The Demon Emperor's Nine Slashes, starting with the third move—Divine Wound.
The silver-white dragon, carrying an emperor-level killing intent capable of destroying all divine souls, plunged headlong into the sea of black lotus flowers.
silent.
There was no explosion, no roar.
Each black lotus, like a frost flower exposed to the scorching sun, peels away, evaporates, and dissipates layer by layer from the outside in.
The dark-colored demons let out mournful screams as a silver-white dragon shadow passed through their bodies, splitting them in two and turning them into black smoke.
Three breaths.
The Black Lotus, along with the Heavenly Demon, vanished into nothingness.
The silver-white dragon, its momentum undiminished, charged straight at Xuan Qingzi.
"block--"
The phantom of the water god behind Xuan Qingzi blocked his way, his black robes and emerald waters transforming into a barrier against the abyss.
The dragon's shadow crashed into the water wall, shattering it. The water god's phantom staggered backward, nearly breaking in two.
Xuan Qingzi groaned, blood oozing from all seven orifices simultaneously—the Water God's Treasury had been forcibly shattered, and his Dao Palace was damaged.
He retreated a hundred feet.
The coldness on his face finally shattered.
"What...what kind of monster are you?!"
Li Xian did not answer.
The answer is meaningless to the dead.
Xuan Qingzi bit his tongue, releasing his essence blood. The three deities simultaneously detached from their bodies, each occupying a side, surrounding Li Xian in the center.
The God of Fire wielded a halberd, the God of Wood held a whip, and the God of Water—his remaining body barely coalesced, transforming into a water curtain barrier.
The three deities, together with Xuan Qingzi's true form, surrounded him from all sides, forming a tight net.
Li Xian looked around calmly.
He raised his left hand, and the moon's reflection materialized.
An icy blue moon appeared in the palm of his hand, its clear light falling down, reflecting off the golden sun in his right hand.
Push it out with both hands.
The sun and moon shine together.
Two millstone-sized suns and moons slowly rotated in the sky, one gold and one blue, like two millstones meshing and grinding everything in their path—spiritual energy, divine power, all were ground into dust.
The god of fire met the sun, his crimson armor melted in the golden light, his halberd broke, and the entire deity was crushed by the sun, turning into a sky full of sparks.
The Wood God whipped the Moon Wheel, and the vine whip froze upon touching the moon. The ice spread along the whip, freezing the Wood God from his arm to his torso. In the end, the entire deity was transformed into an ice sculpture and crushed by the Moon Wheel.
The water god's mangled body was utterly destroyed; the aftershocks of the moon swept over it, leaving not even a trace.
The three deities were annihilated within ten breaths.
Xuan Qingzi coughed up fresh blood, his face turning as white as gold paper.
The three divine treasures of the Dao Palace were damaged simultaneously, causing an imbalance of the five elements within the body and disordered meridians.
'Three Forbidden Realms... no, at least three Forbidden Realms or higher combat power! How could a mere rogue cultivator in the Other Shore Realm possibly...'
Only one thought remained in his mind.
'A divine body. He must be a divine body!'
In the legends of the Eastern Wilderness, only those beings born with supreme physiques can crush those of higher realms with lower realms as easily as slaughtering dogs.
He was wrong.
Even ordinary people can be rebellious.
The Ruthless Emperor set an example.
The great seals of the sun and moon pressed down upon us.
Xuan Qingzi used his last bit of divine power to create a barrier of spiritual light with his palms.
The barrier, crushed by the sun and moon, held for a moment before cracking and crumbling.
The moonlight grazed his shoulder, crushing his entire left arm and half of his shoulder blade into a bloody mist.
Xuan Qingzi screamed as he fell, crashing onto the main peak platform, where the stone slabs shattered into spiderweb patterns.
He struggled to his feet from the rubble, covered in blood.
The left arm was severed at the shoulder, with bone fragments exposed at the wound site and blood gushing out.
The three deities of the Dao Palace were completely destroyed, and their cultivation levels plummeted by more than half.
At this moment, Xuan Qingzi was even weaker than an ordinary Dao Palace First Heaven cultivator. But he stretched out his only intact right hand and took out a purple-gold gourd from his robes.
The gourd was small, about the size of a palm, with a purplish-gold hue all over, and its surface was covered with intricate forbidden patterns, exuding an ancient aura.
"Everyone...everyone! Pour your divine power into the gourd!"
Xuan Qingzi gave the order in a hoarse voice—
The remaining twenty-odd Qingxia disciples dared not disobey and poured their divine power into the gourd.
The purple-gold gourd hummed, its mouth facing the sky, and a terrifying suction force erupted.
Li Xian froze.
The suction force wasn't directed at the physical body, but at the space itself—
With him as the center, the entire space within a ten-zhang radius collapsed toward the mouth of the gourd.
He was trapped along with the space.
It was sucked into the gourd.
The gourd mouth was closed, and its purple-gold light shone brightly.
Xuan Qingzi pressed down on the gourd with one hand and activated the restriction.
"Refine!"
Inside the gourd, refining fire surged from the four walls.
Li Xian fell into a sea of fire.
He looked down at the raging flames at his feet, then looked up at the sealed gourd mouth above his head.
'A magical artifact storage device, forcibly refined. This is indeed a deadly move against cultivators below the Dao Palace level.'
He reached out and grasped the monk's knife.
The broken blade gleamed coldly in the firelight.
The tip of the knife is pressed against the inner wall of the gourd.
He slashed out with a single stroke.
The knife cut into the gourd wall, producing a harsh metallic scraping sound.
The purple-gold barrier operated frantically, attempting to repair the crack.
The blade paused for a moment.
Then, within Li Xian's body, a weapon capable of crushing all things awakened.
Chaos millstone.
In the void, a hazy, gray stone mill appeared behind him, its two millstones slowly turning, emitting a dull "rumbling" sound.
The millstone grinds over the inner wall of the gourd.
Under the grinding of the millstone, the purple-gold restriction peeled off piece by piece, like dry, cracked clay.
The crack spread outwards from the tip of the knife.
Outside the gourd.
A glimmer of hope had just appeared on Xuan Qingzi's face when—
"Snap!"
The purple-gold gourd split open from the middle, breaking into seven or eight pieces, with fragments scattering everywhere.
Li Xian emerged from the fragments, his robes slightly dirty and his breathing somewhat disordered.
Xuan Qingzi's pupils were dilated.
"No……"
A horizontal slash with the monk's knife.
Nothing fancy, nothing memorable.
A knife.
Xuan Qingzi's head flew up, spun twice in the air, landed on the ground, rolled a few times, and stopped at the feet of a Qingxia disciple.
The disciple looked down at the sect leader's head, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.
Main peak.
Returning to deathly silence.