Chapter 1699: Inside the Cave
Yan Wang had lost patience and said, “Since she can’t escape, why don’t we go to the Divine Spring first?”
“There’s indeed no need to waste more time here… but, Lian Hou hasn’t returned for so long. Could something have gone wrong?” Wang Tian said with some concern.
“Dealing with a mere Third or Fourth Step Saint King—what could go wrong? That’s right, dealing with a Third or Fourth Step Saint King, why hasn’t she returned after so long?”
Yan Wang felt a bad premonition, his thick black brows tightly furrowed, and he became even more eager to leave the valley.
Suddenly, Wang Tian keenly sensed that the sacred qi of heaven and earth was rapidly converging toward this valley. He quickly looked up, his pupils contracting sharply, and said in a deep voice: “Let’s go. Leave here immediately.”
Bright sacred light burst from both Wang Tian and Yan Wang, turning them into two light spheres that rushed toward the valley’s exit.
“Whoosh!”
Above the valley, a purple-gold Bagua seal condensed into form, completely covering the sky above Wang Tian and Yan Wang, making the already purple-black valley even more violet.
The power fluctuations emanating from the Bagua seal grew stronger and stronger, even releasing a trace of supreme might.
Wang Tian and Yan Wang’s expressions grew increasingly grim.
Just as they were about to escape the valley, two streams of supreme power shot down from the Bagua seal above, straight toward their heads.
Wang Tian and Yan Wang each unleashed several Ten-Thousand-Pattern Sacred Artifacts, but the moment they touched the supreme power, those sacred artifacts shattered into pieces, falling from the sky as scrap metal.
Yan Wang was slightly slower, and blood gushed from his back.
The two had no choice but to retreat back into the valley. From Wang Tian’s sleeve, twenty-seven “black pythons” flew out, circled him and Yan Wang once, then plunged into the ground, transforming into twenty-seven iron-python formation flags fluttering in the wind.
Yan Wang, meanwhile, struck out four divine bones, which turned into four small divine bone mountains, positioned at four cardinal directions.
After doing this, their panicked hearts calmed down a little.
Wang Tian raised his voice: “I am Wang Tian of the Ruiya Realm. Which expert is driving a Supreme Sacred Artifact?”
“Excellent, excellent! Today, this poor Daoist shall eliminate demons and defend the Dao, and the one I’m destroying is you, Wang Tian!” Zhenmiao Xiaodaoren’s voice, like a drake’s quack, echoed through the valley below.
Wang Tian’s heart sank heavily. The other party didn’t seem to be after treasure or plunder—they simply wanted to kill him.
The Bagua seal in midair began to rotate, pressing downward. The sky grew lower and lower, and the pressure on Wang Tian and Yan Wang became immense. They had to go all out, channeling their sacred qi to control the formation flags and divine bones in resistance against the Bagua seal.
“Bang, bang.”
The supreme power erupted fully, crushing the twenty-seven iron-python formation flags one after another.
Strangely, the geology of this purple-black valley was exceptionally hard. Even under the suppression of a Supreme Sacred Artifact, it didn’t crack.
Wang Tian and Yan Wang let out roars, unleashing all kinds of trump cards and techniques to resist the Bagua seal, managing to hold it back for a moment.
Zhang Ruochen and Zhenmiao Xiaodaoren were both giving their all, their sacred qi flowing like great rivers, continuously pouring into the Purple Gold Bagua Mirror to press down relentlessly.
This was the perfect opportunity to kill Wang Tian and Yan Wang!
If they were anywhere else, even with a Supreme Sacred Artifact, they might not be able to destroy these leaders of powerful realms.
The power of a Supreme Sacred Artifact was immense, but its consumption of sacred qi was equally enormous. They had to kill them before their sacred qi ran out.
It was a race to see who would collapse first.
Zhang Ruochen’s eyes turned bloodshot as he roared repeatedly: “Kill! Kill! Kill!”
On one hand, he truly wanted to eliminate Wang Tian and cut off one of Shang Zi’s arms. On the other hand, the pill poison inside Zhang Ruochen had fully erupted, making it hard to control his reason.
Zhenmiao Xiaodaoren was also affected, shouting loudly: “Kill, kill, kill—all of you, die for this poor Daoist!”
“Boom, rumble.”
Finally, the Bagua seal pressed down.
Yan Wang’s three-meter-tall, robust body exploded like a watermelon, scattering into bloody chunks.
Wang Tian had various protective treasures on him, and divine patterns were etched into his skin. But under the attack of supreme power, he bled from all seven orifices, collapsed heavily to the ground, and fell unconscious.
Withdrawing the Purple Gold Bagua Mirror, Zhang Ruochen and Zhenmiao Xiaodaoren immediately flew to the valley floor.
Wang Tian’s black sacred robe was tattered, and mysterious divine patterns floated on his skin. This top-tier powerhouse of the Truth Heaven Domain lay motionless at Zhang Ruochen’s feet.
Zhang Ruochen picked up Wang Tian’s saber, weighing it in his hand. A sharp saber cry rang out: “So it’s a Seven-Light Ten-Thousand-Pattern Sacred Artifact. No wonder it survived the bombardment of supreme power.”
Wang Tian’s Endless Saber was a remarkable treasure.
Wang Tian stretched out a hand, grabbing Zhang Ruochen’s foot, and said weakly: “That’s… my saber… give it back…”
As Wang Tian awoke, the spirit of the Endless Saber also stirred.
The saber blade trembled violently, and a layer of black saber aura appeared on the edge, slashing toward Zhang Ruochen’s neck.
Zhang Ruochen forcefully controlled the blade, then released Purifying Divine Flame to refine the saber spirit.
“Whoosh!”
Suddenly, the saber spirit flew out of the blade, revealing itself as an old man with white hair.
The spirit of the Endless Saber had cultivated a physical form and possessed formidable combat power. Using its hand as a saber, it slashed horizontally at Zhang Ruochen’s waist.
Zhang Ruochen snorted lightly, reaching out with a large hand. Using the Fire God Armor fist gloves, he grabbed the saber spirit’s neck and lifted it into the air: “A mere saber spirit dares to fight me?”
With his other hand, Zhang Ruochen struck out a spatial force at Wang Tian.
“Rip!”
The space above Wang Tian’s back collapsed, tearing his body into pieces.
“No… ah… master…” the saber spirit roared.
Zhang Ruochen forced the saber spirit back into the Endless Saber, then stored the saber in his space ring, muttering to himself: “I’ll deal with you later.”
“Whoosh, whoosh.”
The cave on the stone wall emitted a piercing wind sound.
Sharp wind gusts blew outward, turning the entire valley into a wind valley. Any creature below the Saint realm entering the valley would be killed instantly by the wind force.
“According to Yan Wang and Wang Tian, Tianchu Xianzi must have fled into the cave.”
Zhang Ruochen activated his text armor and approached the cave.
When he was still six or seven zhang from the cave entrance, a sharp breaking sound rang out. Wind-force condensed into saber aura, striking Zhang Ruochen and sending him flying back.
“Zhenmiao, Zhenmiao…”
Zhang Ruochen glared with bloodshot eyes, and Zhenmiao Xiaodaoren immediately shut his mouth, then laughed: “You’re in too bad a state right now. Let this poor Daoist use the Supreme Sacred Artifact to clear the way—it’ll be safer.”
“I don’t need a Supreme Sacred Artifact to get in.”
Zhang Ruochen took out the Space-Time Secret Scripture, flipping it open. Immediately, multi-dimensional space manifested.
Wrapped in multi-dimensional space, Zhang Ruochen charged into the cave and disappeared at the entrance.
“Oh no, oh no. Zhang Ruochen is clearly affected by the pill poison, making him extremely stubborn. If he finds Tianchu Xianzi now, it’ll be like dry wood meeting a blazing fire!”
Though Zhenmiao Xiaodaoren said “oh no,” a strange smile appeared on his face. He unhurriedly took out the Purple Gold Bagua Mirror and was about to enter the cave.
Behind him, a woman’s voice sounded: “Dry wood meeting a blazing fire—how could we miss such a good show?”
Zhenmiao Xiaodaoren’s body trembled. Just as he was about to activate the Purple Gold Bagua Mirror, a vast Great Saint might descended upon his head.
It was a white-bone giant hand, hovering right above him. If he dared to move recklessly, he would likely be crushed into powder in the next moment.
Mo Xiaogu blinked at Zhenmiao Xiaodaoren, then went to snatch the Purple Gold Bagua Mirror from his hand.
Zhenmiao Xiaodaoren shook his head desperately, looking pitiful: “No… no… this is this poor Daoist’s…”
“What’s yours is mine.”
Mo Xiaogu rudely took the Purple Gold Bagua Mirror, fiddling with it in her hand, then sighed softly: “Pity it’s not a complete Supreme Sacred Artifact.”
The Great Saint skeleton’s palm hovered above Zhenmiao Xiaodaoren’s head, making him unable to move. He could only stand aside, grinding his teeth, looking like he wanted to bite Mo Xiaogu to death.
Mo Xiaogu nodded lightly and said: “By my reckoning, it should be about time. Didn’t expect it would end up benefiting Lin Yue in the end. Let’s go—any later, and we’ll miss the whole show!”
The Great Saint skeleton’s body shrank continuously to seven meters tall, clearing the way ahead. Mo Xiaogu and Zhenmiao Xiaodaoren followed closely behind, entering the cave.
The pill poison of the Hehe Dan had affected Zhang Ruochen’s spiritual will, making his consciousness extremely hazy.
He didn’t know how long he had walked in the cave when a sacred carriage appeared ahead.
Zhang Ruochen knew it was his target and hurried over. If he could find Tianchu Xianzi, there should be a way to neutralize the pill poison in his body.
But the moment Zhang Ruochen entered the sacred carriage, the scent of a woman’s fragrance hit his nose, intoxicating him. He heard a woman’s laughter, and gradually, his consciousness grew even more blurred.
In that haze, Zhang Ruochen had a spring dream.
In the dream, he lifted the veil of a stunningly beautiful woman, along with her layers of thin garments. Their limbs intertwined tightly, and urgent, lingering sounds filled the air.
…
Who knows how long passed before Zhang Ruochen woke up. He found a pure, unclad woman lying on top of him, her body indescribably soft and delicate. Her jet-black hair was scattered messily across his chest, and the scent of a maiden lingered at the tip of his nose.
That pure woman seemed to wake up as well, slowly opening her three beautiful, star-like eyes. Her eyelashes fluttered gently, looking utterly dazed.
Zhang Ruochen was only half-awake, unsure if he had truly woken up or was still in the spring dream. But with warm, fragrant, soft jade in his arms, he couldn’t bear to waste this beautiful moment. So, he pressed the pure woman back down beneath him…
The sacred carriage once again echoed with urgent, lingering sounds of a man and woman, the carriage shaking violently.
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(Well, I always felt I owed Zhang Ruochen a real carriage ride. I couldn’t keep taking the blame forever, right? Now it’s complete!)