As soon as she finished speaking, Hua Lingxi slowly closed her eyes, and the world suddenly fell silent.
Petals drifted down from the void once more, but this time, each petal, originally a translucent pinkish-white, gradually turned into a deep purple, and dark golden Dao patterns appeared on the edges of the petals.
She slowly raised her hands, her ten fingers gently interlacing, and a series of profound hand seals changed continuously. All the petals in the world began to rotate rapidly, each petal releasing a wisp of the true meaning of the Great Dao.
Countless petals converged, and finally, a colossal purple-gold divine flower, obscuring the heavens and earth, slowly bloomed. The flower opened in nine layers. With each layer that opened, the world fell silent for a moment. The instant the ninth layer fully bloomed, the entire world seemed to enter a flower world devoid of time, sound, and color.
Divine Power – Ninefold Flower Burial, Myriad Realms Return to Burial. Hua Lingxi slowly opened her eyes. With a gentle tap of her slender jade finger, she uttered, "Flower Burial!" Boom!
The Nine-Layered Divine Flower suddenly spun, and countless purple-gold petals detached from the flower's center, transforming into billions of destructive torrents that simultaneously blocked all escape routes for the masked man from all directions.
Each petal contained the supreme pressure of the Eternal Silence Realm · Supreme, making the entire world seem as if a rain of flowers, capable of annihilating countless realms, had truly descended. Witnessing this scene, the masked man's eyes narrowed sharply. "We cannot fight head-on..." "Otherwise, we will surely die today!"
Without any hesitation, he thrust his right hand into the storage crystal core, and the next moment, a dazzling cyan-gold light shot into the sky. An extremely ancient Primordial Spirit Treasure slowly emerged—a cyan-gold ancient boat only three feet in size.
The ancient boat was entirely cast from an unknown divine metal, its hull engraved with dense, primordial Dao patterns, each pattern exuding the aura of ancient times. At the bow was carved a soaring azure divine bird, its wings swirling with the light of spatial laws; at the stern hung nine bronze wind chimes, which, when a gentle breeze swept by, did not sound, but instead created ripples of transparent light in the void, constantly folding, compressing, and expanding the surrounding space.
As the Fate Soul essence was continuously poured in, the three-foot-long ancient boat suddenly swelled, and in the blink of an eye, it had transformed into a blue-gold divine boat spanning thousands of feet of void.
Thirty-six Primordial Space Rings slowly unfolded around the ship, and countless spatial rifts rotated around the ancient ship, as if any attack that approached would be banished into the endless void.
The masked man leaped onto the divine ship, his hands rapidly forming hand seals. The entire Primordial Spirit Treasure began to tremble violently, clearly indicating that he was preparing to use this Primordial Spirit Treasure to forcefully carve out a path to survival.
The Azure Gold Ancient Ship hovered between heaven and earth. Just as Hua Lingxi's Ninefold Flower Silence - Myriad Realms Burial suppressed all worlds, the entire ancient ship suddenly trembled violently. One after another, the Primordial Dao Patterns on the ship's hull lit up, as if the will that had been dormant for countless years had finally been completely awakened at this moment.
Boom! Thirty-six spatial rings simultaneously unfolded around the ancient ship.
Rings of cyan-gold light overlapped one another, countless spaces began to fold and unfold, as if the entire world had been forcibly cut into billions of different spaces.
Immediately afterwards, the azure divine bird statue at the bow of the ancient ship slowly opened its eyes, its pale golden pupils instantly illuminating the entire forest. The next moment, an ancient and vast voice slowly resounded from the depths of the ancient ship.
"Sleeping for millions of years..." "How dare someone offend my lord!" Buzz—The entire ancient ship suddenly erupted with boundless primordial divine light, and countless primordial runes flew up from the ship's hull, weaving in the sky to form a phantom figure thousands of feet tall.
It was an old man wearing a blue-gold ancient robe, with white hair and beard, but his eyes were like two vast starry seas. With every move he made, the surrounding space kept overlapping and expanding, as if wherever he stood, that place was the center of heaven and earth.
The spirit of the ancient boat! It slowly raised its right hand. The entire ancient boat instantly merged with it. "Primordial Spirit Treasure-- " "Nine Heavens Realm Folding!" Rumble-- Heaven and earth suddenly trembled. Thirty-six spatial rings flew out and spun around Hua Lingxi.
Each ring evolved into an independent world. Before the ninefold sea of flowers could fall, it was folded and stretched further and further away by billions of layers of space. Countless purple and gold petals fell into different spaces. A single petal appeared in millions of different locations at the same time. For the first time, the entire Ninefold Flower Desolation - Burial of Myriad Realms was in chaos.
Hua Lingxi frowned slightly. She clearly hadn't expected that a Primordial Spirit Treasure with a remaining spirit could still unleash such power. Just as the two sides were locked in a stalemate, she suddenly turned her head, her beautiful eyes coldly sweeping over the three people behind her. "What are you all standing there for?" "Attack together!" "We absolutely cannot let him escape!" "Yes!" the three shouted simultaneously.
Boom! The leading youth charged forward first. His long sword erupted with a dazzling light, and with a single slash, the entire world seemed to be cleaved open by a silver-white chasm. "Divine Power - Heaven Splitting Realm Severing Slash!" The sword light traversed the heavens and earth, directly slashing towards the spatial ring on the left side of the ancient ship.
Another man wielding a spear roared, thrusting his divine spear forward, the shaft transforming into countless spear shadows. "Divine Power - Myriad Mountains Wilderness Suppressing Spear!" Countless spear shadows transformed into billions of mountains, continuously falling from the sky, frantically suppressing the entire space. Finally, the gray-robed man unleashed both palms, and a gray-white ancient bell suddenly appeared between heaven and earth.
"Divine Power - Mystic Bell Soul Suppression!" Thump - The ancient bell roared, and waves of grayish-white sound continuously impacted the spirit's soul. The four divine powers descended simultaneously. At this moment, Hua Lingxi slowly formed hand seals again, and the Ninefold Divine Flower suddenly bloomed once more, with billions of purple-gold petals re-condensing.
The power of the entire Ninefold Flower Silence - Burial of Myriad Realms was amplified once again. Boom!!! Five supreme forces simultaneously struck the Primordial Ancient Ship. In an instant, the thirty-six spatial rings began to tremble violently, one... two... ten... continuously shattering, and the artifact spirit's figure, which was thousands of feet tall, also began to gradually become illusory.
It stood firmly in front of the masked man, its hands constantly erecting spatial barriers, but ultimately it was outnumbered. Crack! The first crack slowly spread from the bow of the ship, followed by a second, then a third, until the entire lapis lazuli ancient ship was instantly covered with dense cracks.
The artifact spirit looked down at its own body and sighed slowly. "Master..." "This old man... has done his best..." Boom!!!! The next moment, the entire Primordial Chaos Ship exploded, and countless cyan gold fragments scattered like meteors across the heavens and earth. The artifact spirit, amidst the boundless Primordial Chaos Divine Radiance, gradually transformed into countless points of light and finally vanished completely.
A terrifying torrent of destruction instantly engulfed the masked man. "Pfft--" He was blasted tens of thousands of feet away, his body crashing through dozens of mountains before finally slamming heavily onto the ground. Blood gushed from his mouth, his chest bones almost completely collapsed, and his Fate Soul essence suffered another severe injury.
At that very moment, snap—the black mask on his face finally succumbed to the impact, slowly cracking open and falling to the ground. Hua Lingxi and the three behind her looked over at the same time, only to see a resolute and cold-faced middle-aged man with sword-like eyebrows and eyes like lightning. Although his face was covered in blood, it still exuded an unyielding sharpness.
If Qin Yu were here, he would recognize this person at a glance. It was none other than Ye Ting! One of the elders of the Holy Clan, and also a soul puppet under Qin Yu's command. Ye Ting slowly propped himself up, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. His face was already as pale as paper, but he still gripped the scroll tightly, his eyes showing no sign of surrender.
He slowly raised his head, staring intently at Hua Lingxi and the other three, then suddenly grinned. "Pfft—" Another mouthful of blood spurted out. He wiped his mouth, his eyes filled with icy killing intent. "Damn it..." "I never thought..." "Today I'd actually fall into the hands of you scoundrels..."