Chapter 1610: Ten Thousand Lights
Although Wang Xu was severely injured, he was still the number seven ranked figure on the Sacred Merit Ranking. While Luo Xu and Ming Xian dealt with the Green Ghost Fiend and the Dark Phoenix, he immediately mobilized his Light Stream Rules, unleashing explosive speed as he charged toward the Yin Yang Hall.
"Hurry and activate the formation!" Wang Xu roared.
Wang Xu was well aware that, facing the siege of a large number of Kunlun Realm cultivators, retreating back into the Yin Yang Hall was the best choice.
However, beneath the formation's light barrier, a human man dressed in white robes had already taken his stand there first.
That human man was extremely handsome, elegant and carefree, holding a three-foot longsword in his hand, a smile on his face as he stared at him.
"Space Teleportation, you have also cultivated the Way of Space?" Wang Xu revealed an expression of disbelief.
Xue Wuye stood opposite Wang Xu, glanced at the space imprint on his palm, and smiled faintly: "My attainments in the Way of Space are still very shallow. I have only just learned Space Teleportation."
Wang Xu could tell that the human man opposite him was merely a space cultivator, not a Space Controller. His application of the Way of Space was indeed far inferior to Zhang Ruochen.
Moreover, the other party's cultivation had not yet reached the Saint King realm.
Therefore, even though Wang Xu was severely injured, he did not take him seriously. Lifting the Void Moon Blade, he moved the blade, and dozens of blade lights flew toward Xue Wuye.
Xue Wuye revealed a solemn expression, not daring to underestimate Wang Xu, and struck with all his strength.
As the sword light flew out, it summoned various phenomena—thunder and lightning, evening clouds, star mist—completely breaking apart the blade technique Wang Xu had unleashed.
"This person's sword dao attainments are so high. He must have cultivated the Kunlun Realm Taiji Dao's ultimate art, the Wordless Sword Manual."
If he were at his peak, Wang Xu would not have feared the other party's exquisite sword technique.
But now, Wang Xu was actually being blocked by a nobody from a fallen world, unable to do anything about him.
"It seems that to completely destroy Kunlun Realm, we must plunder all their cultivation techniques, top-tier sacred arts, and divine artifacts, cutting off their path. Otherwise, as long as their Dao inheritance remains, Kunlun Realm will always produce some formidable figures." Wang Xu thought to himself.
Even though Kunlun Realm had been in decline for a hundred thousand years, a lean camel is still bigger than a horse.
Some of Kunlun Realm's techniques, sacred arts, and divine artifacts could even tempt the gods and Great Saints of the Heavenly Court Realm. For example, the Wordless Sword Manual—Wang Xu had heard his father mention it more than once. Even his father, an ancient god who had lived for nearly two hundred thousand years, yearned for it.
Xue Wuye had no intention of fighting Wang Xu alone. He glanced at Li Di Heshang and Gai Tianjiao and said, "Attack together. End this quickly."
"Whoosh."
Li Di Heshang, like a golden-bodied Arhat, grabbed the handle of the Great Butcher Buddha Blade and lifted the two-meter-long demon blade.
Instantly, surging demonic qi erupted from the blade, transforming into a black demonic cloud.
"Boom."
Clashing with the Great Butcher Buddha Blade, Wang Xu was sent stumbling backward, coughing up blood again.
"Such intense demonic qi. Could the demon blade in this monk's hand be the legendary weapon of Kunlun Realm's world-shaking Demon God, the Great Butcher Buddha Blade? No, the demonic nature of the Great Butcher Buddha Blade is far too strong. How could a mortal body withstand the invasion of such powerful demonic nature from the blade?"
Wang Xu's father had once fought the owner of the Great Butcher Buddha Blade and had told Wang Xu about it.
Moreover, Wang Xu himself cultivated the blade path and had seen records of the Great Butcher Buddha Blade in an ancient book, leaving a deep impression on him.
However, Wang Xu still found it hard to believe that such a legendary demon blade could be in the hands of a Half-Saint King.
Wang Xu stared intently at Li Di Heshang and suddenly noticed that this monk, exuding a fierce aura, actually possessed a Bodhisattva Golden Body.
Wang Xu finally understood why the other party could knock him back with a single strike.
A Bodhisattva's cultivation was as powerful as a Great Saint's. Fused with a Bodhisattva Golden Body, how could his strength not be formidable?
Just as Wang Xu was in shock and uncertainty, another burly figure charged over from afar.
This burly figure was covered in Purifying Divine Flame, riding a massive Bi'an beast beneath him, looking exceptionally fierce and menacing.
The strangest thing was that this burly man was wearing a loose women's robe, with a rather full chest.
This burly figure was naturally the senior sister of the Liangyi Sect, Gai Tianjiao.
The Bi'an beast beneath Gai Tianjiao was also extraordinary, being one of the Four Ancient Ferocious Beasts. However, the Bi'an beast's cultivation technique happened to be restrained by Gai Tianjiao, which was why it was subdued and turned into a mount.
Even at his peak, Wang Xu would not necessarily be able to defeat these three simultaneously. Now that he was severely injured, dealing with them was naturally even harder.
"It seems I have no choice but to use that talisman."
A fierce killing intent surged in Wang Xu's eyes. He then took out a white talisman, held it between two fingers, and infused it with sacred qi.
This Snow Furnace Talisman was priceless and possessed immense power.
"Not good. Stop him."
Luo Xu sensed the danger and immediately unleashed a mountain-crushing fist seal, striking toward Wang Xu's chest.
Li Xian moved even faster. Her Silver Scale Sacred Armor flew off her body, expanding with the wind, soaring above Wang Xu, Xue Wuye, Li Di Heshang, and Gai Tianjiao, growing to dozens of zhang in length.
The Snow Furnace Talisman had just flown out when it was wrapped up by the Silver Scale Sacred Armor.
Xue Wuye, Li Di, and Gai Tianjiao finally breathed a sigh of relief. After all, a talisman unleashed by a Divine Son was no small matter. If it exploded, they might not be able to withstand it.
"That is..."
Xue Wuye's eyes fixed on the balled-up Silver Scale Sacred Armor, and then his figure transformed into a sword light, flying backward.
"Boom."
A thunderous sound rang out.
The Silver Scale Sacred Armor was shattered by the power of the Snow Furnace Talisman, scattering into countless silver scales in the sky.
Those scales, like silver streaks of light, shot in all directions with a "shua shua" sound.
Gai Tianjiao and Li Di, who were slightly slower to react, bore the brunt of the talisman's power. Like two scarecrows, they were thrown backward, crashing heavily to the ground.
The power emitted by the Snow Furnace Talisman was bitterly cold, freezing Li Di and Gai Tianjiao's bodies into blocks of ice. Of course, Gai Tianjiao's mount, the Bi'an beast, was also frozen.
Luo Xu and Li Xian each unleashed a defensive sacred art, blocking the remaining power of the Snow Furnace Talisman. Even with their cultivation, they were still knocked back more than ten steps.
By the time the talisman's power gradually dissipated, the cultivators of Kunlun Realm discovered that Wang Xu had already fled back into the Warp and Weft Heavenly Net Formation, joining forces with the heretical path cultivators of the Yin Yang Hall.
"Figures at the level of a Divine Son are not to be underestimated. They have many tricks up their sleeves." Luo Xu frowned slightly.
Li Xian's expression was cold. She released strands of sacred qi, connecting with the scattered silver scales, retrieving them to reform into a sacred armor.
However, the silver light emitted by the sacred armor had dimmed somewhat.
Luo Xu looked at Li Di and Gai Tianjiao, frozen in the ice, his face filled with worry as he quickly walked over.
These two Realm Sons were Empress Chi Yao's proud disciples, having inherited remarkable legacies and bearing the heavy responsibility of revitalizing Kunlun Realm. He hoped nothing had happened to them.
"Bang! Bang!"
When Luo Xu was still ten zhang away, the two blocks of ice shattered on their own.
The Purifying Divine Flame surging from Gai Tianjiao's body instantly incinerated the ice shards into white steam. She shivered and said, "Thankfully, Miss Li's Silver Scale Sacred Armor blocked most of the destructive power of that talisman. Otherwise, I would have been seriously injured."
Li Di Heshang's body radiated Buddhist light, countless Sanskrit characters floating on his skin like tadpoles, rising and sinking. His entire body was completely unharmed, not even a single wound.
The Bi'an beast also broke free from the ice, suffering only minor injuries.
Inside the formation, Wang Xu saw this scene and sighed inwardly. If not for the Silver Scale Sacred Armor blocking it, the Snow Furnace Talisman might have wiped out several of Kunlun Realm's strongest fighters in one blow.
What a pity.
"First, break the formation."
Luo Xu took out a long, rectangular wooden box, opened it, and retrieved a scroll. He slowly unrolled it a little.
The scroll was very long. With Luo Xu's cultivation, he could only open it to a length of one meter before he could go no further.
On the one-meter-long scroll, an ancient city was depicted, built in a vast, primeval swamp. The houses were crude, made of earth and stone, with most roofs covered only in thatch. Outside the houses, humans dressed in animal skins were grinding stone tools, while others carrying wooden clubs were returning to the city with their prey.
It seemed to depict ancient humans building the first city of humanity, symbolizing human civilization entering a new height.
Although only one meter was opened, an ancient, awe-inspiring aura emanated from it.
This painting was the ultimate treasure of the Painting Sect, called the Ten Thousand Lights Painting, as famous as the Seven Lives Seven Deaths Painting. However, it was even more ancient than the Seven Lives Seven Deaths Painting, said to have been painted by a renowned ancient human cultivator from the distant past and passed down to the present day.
The Ten Thousand Lights Painting was both an offensive battle painting and a defensive treasure painting. In the history of Kunlun Realm, it had achieved countless feats.
In fact, for a time, a saying circulated in Kunlun Realm: "He who obtains the Ten Thousand Lights Painting obtains the world. When the Ten Thousand Lights Painting is fully opened, the entire Kunlun Realm will be illuminated."
Over the past hundred thousand years, even though the rules of the Heavenly Dao were incomplete, Kunlun Realm still produced Great Saints. Some of these ambitious, extraordinary Great Saints, seeking to unify Kunlun Realm, had climbed the Painting Sect to try to open the Ten Thousand Lights Painting.
But without exception, no one could fully open the scroll.
Luo Xu glanced at Li Xian and said, "Let's strike together and light the ten thousand lights."
From their bodies, surging sacred qi poured out, entering the Ten Thousand Lights Painting.
The scroll flew up, unrolling a little more.
At the same time, dots of light appeared in the houses on the scroll, like the lights of a city in the night.
The Ten Thousand Lights Painting flew above the Yin Yang Hall, transforming into a majestic, massive painting that covered the entire hall.
In an instant, the Heavenly Capital Sacred Market was illuminated as brightly as day.
Watching the Ten Thousand Lights Painting floating above, the cultivators of various worlds had different expressions—some in awe, some greedy, some contemplative.
Ji Fanxin recognized the extraordinary nature of the Ten Thousand Lights Painting, a look of admiration in her beautiful eyes: "The ancient titans of Kunlun Realm left behind quite a few treasures. Just taking out one is comparable to the realm-protecting treasure of a weak world. But two Three-Step Saint Kings dare to expose such a treasure, aren't they afraid of inviting deadly disaster?"
"Exposing it or not makes no difference."
Yao Jue Wang smiled and said, "Both the Heavenly Court Realm and the Hell Realm know about that unparalleled divine war back then. Many gods fell on the battlefield of Kunlun Realm, leaving behind many divine-level inheritances and secret treasures. When the defenses of Kunlun Realm are breached by the Hell Realm, that will be the time for both sides to carve up Kunlun Realm again. These treasures can only remain in the hands of Kunlun Realm cultivators for now. As for the future... heh."