Xiankong Attacks

Chapter 46: Xiankong Attacks

Innate Spiritual Treasures were born from the transformations of Heaven and Earth, and each possessed its own mysteries. The Blood Transformation Pearl was no exception. A low-grade evil-path Innate Spiritual Treasure, it could turn all things into thick blood—a truly vicious treasure!

Watching countless aquatic beings below transform into members of the Blood Python Clan, the Blood Python Holy King was overcome with excitement. Ever since the Great Beast Calamity, the Blood Transformation Pearl had sheltered him. He had continually used the blood power of the Blood Python Clan to nourish it, and that was one advantage of evil-path Innate Spiritual Treasures. After all that effort, the Blood Transformation Pearl had finally developed a third of its power. Now the Blood Python Holy King could use it to transform them into members of the Blood Python Clan.

Countless aquatic beings were enveloped in a crimson, bloody aura. Everywhere one looked, Holy King City was awash in blood. The countless shrill cries and roars gradually merged into the hissing of giant pythons. Immortal might surged in waves, with their cultivation ranging from the early to the late Heavenly Immortal stage.

As the aquatic beings of the Northern Abyss transformed into Blood Pythons, the Blood Transformation Pearl suddenly drew in its bloodlight. A faint vortex of blood qi appeared within it. At the moment it emerged, every Blood Python's brow stirred, and a thread of bloodlight slipped inside. It seemed to have no effect at all, just an ordinary wisp of bloodlight.

Countless densely packed blood threads surged in from every corner of Holy King City and poured into the Blood Transformation Pearl. Once the last thread had entered, the pearl shuddered. A streak of blood qi shot through the void at tremendous speed, entering the Blood Python Holy King's mouth without stirring the water in the slightest. It flowed into his body, and at the same time, a terrifying aura began to radiate from him, rapidly growing stronger.

Rumble! Rumble, rumble!...

Under that formidable aura, many buildings in Holy King City collapsed, including part of the royal palace. The water churned violently, and whirlpools roiled everywhere, but the Blood Python Holy King paid it no mind.

Feeling the boundless magic power within him, as vast as the sea and sky—power he had never imagined possible—the Blood Python Holy King immediately threw back his head and laughed, utterly domineering!

Early Profound Immortal!

As countless aquatic beings of the Northern Abyss transformed into Blood Pythons and made use of the Blood Transformation Pearl, their clan's supreme treasure, the Blood Python Holy King's cultivation did more than reach the peak of the Heavenly Immortal stage. He broke through the bottleneck and entered the early Profound Immortal stage, truly joining the ranks of the powerful.

One had to know that even the leaders of the six clans were only early Profound Immortals!

With the Blood Python Holy King's cultivation and the strength of his clan, the Blood Python Clan was now every bit the equal of the six clans.

Hidden inside a coral reef, Xuanji had completely concealed his aura. Watching everything unfold before him, he was deeply shaken. The power of a low-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure—only a third of its full might—was enough to bring a clan into being. He couldn't help thinking of the Sun Moon Pearl, which was being nurtured inside the Ancient Wild World. What terrifying consequences would an upper-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure bring if used to create a clan?

"Hahaha! From now on, the Eastern Wasteland won't be ruled by the six clans alone. The seven clans will stand as equals! My Blood Python Clan can finally rise!"

Bloodlight flickered in the Blood Python Holy King's eyes, and his heart surged like a raging sea.

"Seven clans? Heh. Too bad that dream of yours can never come true!" A voice dripping with sudden mockery rang out. A figure sped over with the sound. The resistance of the deep water might as well have been nothing to him. He shot forward like a lightning-fast arrow, barely disturbing the water—a current as gentle as a little fish swimming by.

"Th-this person... who is he? His cultivation seems to be only at the early Profound Immortal stage, yet there's something strange about him. He seems incredibly powerful." At the sight of the newcomer, a peculiar feeling rose in Xuanji's heart. Though his cultivation was only at the early Hexu stage, his Dao attainments were no less than an Earth Immortal's. With help from the Primordial Avatar, the Ancient Wild Heavenly Dao, and his own insights, Xuanji's mind was clear and bright; his thoughts reflected the truth, his understanding of the Dao was profound, and he could discern fortune and danger. He could even vaguely sense the past and future. Though he lacked immortal magic power, he already possessed immortal abilities.

In just a few breaths, the newcomer had arrived. He looked to be in his sixties or seventies, with three silver whiskers floating in the breeze. His silver hair was gathered into a side bun, with a withered yellow branch casually stuck through it. His pale yellow Daoist robe was tattered and filthy, and his frame was exceptionally small—around five feet tall. His face held a hint of the bearing of an immortal, yet no matter how one looked at him, there was something odd about him. Almost... lecherous.

Yes, lecherous!

"May I ask who you are, Daoist?" The Blood Python Holy King regarded the strange being in human form before him, not daring to underestimate him. Though they were both early Profound Immortals, the newcomer's power was clearly much more substantial, and he seemed unfathomable. The Blood Python Holy King was wary, but not afraid. The Blood Python Clan now had countless Heavenly Immortals. Even if the newcomer was stronger than him, surely all the Blood Pythons attacking together could kill him.

"You needn't know the name of one about to die. You've had the Blood Transformation Pearl long enough. I've come today to take it back." The old Daoist looked over the Blood Pythons. When he spotted the Crab Clan, his face paused for a moment, then he seemed to understand. After that, he turned his gaze back to the Blood Python Holy King.

"Th-this old Daoist... who is he? Why does he have a human form? And he noticed me earlier! Luckily, he thought I was just an ordinary little crab that hadn't gained sentience. Terrifying—truly terrifying." Xuanji's thoughts roiled, and he sensed a tremendous danger. The powerful were everywhere. He knew little about the mysterious six clans, but a glimpse of the Shadow Clan's terror was enough to reveal how formidable the six clans must be. And that was without even mentioning the Yin Yang Spirit or this old Daoist. Xuanji was certain there were many powerful beings like them—not just in the Primordial World, but even in the Eastern Wasteland. Compared with them, his cultivation was far too low. Even if he paid a heavy price and drew upon the power of the Ancient Wild World and the Sun Moon Pearl, he could attain at most the early Heavenly Immortal stage. That level of strength gave him far too little sense of security!

"Now that I have the Sun Moon Pearl, I'll be able to deduce the Loose Immortal Chapter cultivation method before long. It seems I'll have to go into seclusion and cultivate for a while. This time, I won't come out until my true self reaches the peak of the Loose Immortal stage and my Primordial Avatar reaches the peak of the Heavenly Immortal stage. But before I go into seclusion, I must get my hands on the rare refining materials in Holy King City. As for the Blood Transformation Pearl, I'll have to see how things go." Xuanji pondered to himself.

"Hmph! Big words. Today, you won't just fail to take the Blood Transformation Pearl—you won't leave with your life either." Murderous intent gleamed in the Blood Python Holy King's eyes. The Blood Transformation Pearl was the Blood Python Clan's supreme treasure. How could he let anyone else lay claim to it?

"Kill!" At the Blood Python Holy King's command, countless Blood Pythons surged toward the old Daoist. More than five hundred Giant Beasts around the Blood Python Holy King joined them. In an instant, the assault was vast and overwhelming. Bloodlight blazed everywhere, stretching across tens of thousands, hundreds of millions, as far as the eye could see. It was a densely packed tide. Aside from three hundred Earth Immortal Giant Beasts, all the rest were Heavenly Immortals. Such numbers were truly terrifying!

Faced with countless Blood Pythons at the Heavenly Immortal stage rushing at him, the old Daoist remained calm. He smiled faintly, a hint of disdain flashing through his eyes, and slowly raised one hand, palm up. A hazy pale yellow light flashed, and a square, four-inch-wide seal appeared in his hand. Its misty treasure-light shone across ten miles, containing a power as immense as Heaven and Earth. As soon as the seal appeared, a ring of pale yellow light burst outward. Any Blood Python or Giant Beast it touched was immediately knocked back, their muscles and bones injured.

"Ha!" The Blood Python Holy King's face grew grave. With a shout, the Blood Transformation Pearl released a layer of blood-colored light that enveloped him. It met the pale yellow wave, and the two forces locked in a stalemate. The Blood Python Holy King stared, utterly incredulous, horror filling his eyes.

"A low-grade Post-Heaven Spiritual Treasure? How is that possible? Who exactly is this old Daoist? How could he possess a low-grade Post-Heaven Spiritual Treasure?" At a glance, Xuanji recognized the square, four-inch-wide pale yellow seal in the old Daoist's hand as a low-grade Post-Heaven Spiritual Treasure. He was deeply shocked. Post-Heaven Spiritual Treasures were refined by living beings. With Xuanji's current abilities, he would struggle to refine even a high-grade spirit artifact. Yet someone had refined a low-grade Post-Heaven Spiritual Treasure. Suddenly, Xuanji realized that things were growing more and more complicated. The waters of the Eastern Wasteland were growing ever deeper!

Whoosh!

The old Daoist tossed the seal into the air. It hovered dozens of feet above him. He then formed one Daoist hand seal after another, sending streams of pale yellow spiritual light and magic power from his hands into the seal. At once, the four-inch seal expanded at tremendous speed.

Ten inches!... One foot!... One mile!...

Ten miles!

The pale yellow seal kept growing until it spanned ten miles, then stopped. The Blood Pythons, Giant Beasts, and Crab Clan all stared in shock. Even Xuanji, watching from hiding, was stunned. Seeing the power of this low-grade Post-Heaven Spiritual Treasure, a legendary treasure surfaced in his mind: the Seal of Heaven-Turning! In Investiture of the Gods, it was the treasure of Guangchengzi, the foremost disciple of Primordial Heavenly Venerable of the Chan Sect. A supreme Post-Heaven treasure, it had been refined by Primordial Heavenly Venerable using the upper half of Mount Buzhou and many rare natural treasures, with the magic power of a Heavenly Dao Sage. Its power was boundless. A single strike covered a million miles, and even a Virtuous Golden Immortal would be destroyed beneath it. It truly had the might to destroy Heaven and Earth!

"Void-Trapping Seal? Are you Void-Trapping Old Ancestor of Void-Trapping Cave on Cangyun Mountain?" The Blood Python Holy King looked at the enormous pale yellow seal blocking out the sky. Two ancient runes stood out clearly on its underside, while countless faint runes flowed within it. The moment he saw those two runes, the Blood Python Holy King froze. Terror and fear filled his eyes as the name of a fearsome powerhouse surfaced in his mind.

"Void-Trapping Old Ancestor? I seem to have heard that name in my previous life, but wasn't he a fictional character from the novel The Legend of the Swordsman of Shu? Why was he in the Primordial World too? It seems he has quite a reputation!" From the Blood Python Holy King's expression, it was clear he knew of Void-Trapping Old Ancestor and thought him terrifying.

"You do know a thing or two. Too bad you won't live long." Void-Trapping Old Ancestor gave a disdainful sneer. Under his control, the Void-Trapping Seal overhead slowly descended. The Blood Pythons below tried to flee, but an invisible force had sealed off the area covered by the seal. They couldn't escape. They tried to burrow into the ground, only to find it as hard as iron; no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't damage it in the slightest.

Fear and despair!

With the Void-Trapping Seal bearing down on them, there was nowhere to run. They could only resist. Yet the Blood Pythons knew all too well that even if they combined their strength, they couldn't shake the seal. A low-grade Post-Heaven Spiritual Treasure wielded by an early Profound Immortal was simply beyond imagination.

"Void-Trapping Old Ancestor! We've never had a grudge, past or present. If you're willing to give up the Blood Transformation Pearl, the Blood Python Clan will welcome you as an honored guest. If you wish, you can become an honorary elder of our clan, with a status equal to mine. What do you say?" The Blood Python Holy King suddenly spoke. He knew Void-Trapping Old Ancestor's reputation and was deeply wary of him. Unless he had no other choice, he truly didn't want to fight him to the death.

"Someone needs the Blood Transformation Pearl, and your Blood Python Clan is the offering needed to nourish it. Do you think I'll spare you?" Void-Trapping Old Ancestor looked at the Blood Python Holy King with a cold sneer, as if he were a clown. Everything he did had been part of "that person's" calculations. From beginning to end, he had been nothing but a pawn.

(An explanation is needed here: "person" doesn't only mean a member of the Human Race. Demons, humans of the Wu, immortals, and devils can all basically call themselves "people." So when Void-Trapping says "someone," don't find it strange!)

"Who? Who is the one who needs the Blood Transformation Pearl and plotted against my clan?" The Blood Python Holy King's face turned deathly pale. The dream in his heart shattered in an instant. It turned out he had always been nothing but a pawn, a sacrifice to nourish someone else's Blood Transformation Pearl. At that moment, everything seemed so ridiculous. He desperately wanted to know who had plotted against him. Even if he had to die, he needed to die knowing the truth!

"You want to know? Dream on. You're not worthy of knowing who that person is. You're nothing but an ant. The Primordial World is far greater than you can imagine." Void-Trapping Old Ancestor gave a savage grin and brought the Void-Trapping Seal crashing down. Dozens of early- and middle-stage Heavenly Immortal Blood Pythons beneath it stared in utter terror and poured all their magic power into resisting, but it made no difference. The Void-Trapping Seal slammed down in an instant. The Blood Pythons beneath it were crushed into meat patties, their flesh and bones ground to mud. Not one was left intact.