Chapter 122: Planting Golden Lotuses in the Sea of Suffering
The azure sea shimmered with rippling light, and the bright, clear moon hung high in the sky. At this moment, it gently revolved, its moonlight flowing like water, cascading down toward Yan Ruyu.
“Ah…” Many demon clan cultivators around screamed in agony, instantly shattering into pieces. Even the faint radiance spilling from the jade disc was more than they could withstand.
The moon rising over the sea was an exceedingly rare sight. Even powerful spiritual treasures could not resist it; no one could contend with it. Amid the chaotic battle, demon clan corpses fell one after another from the high sky. Anyone touched by the moonlight was doomed to die.
Yan Ruyu faced it head-on, enveloped by the most brilliant moonlight, naturally bearing the brunt of the strongest attack. The pure white radiance covered her like thin smoke.
“Clang!”
Yan Ruyu drifted ethereally like an immortal. Behind her, a divine phenomenon manifested: the sea and sky merged into one, the heavens like sapphire, the azure waves like a mirror. Golden lotuses sprouted one after another from the sea, their leaves adorned with dewdrops, brimming with vitality, dazzling and resplendent.
A gentle breeze brushed by, the azure sea rippled, and clusters of golden lotuses bloomed. The rich vitality made one feel as if they had arrived at the primordial era of creation, with even a hazy aura of chaos lingering.
Around them, many Ji Family experts, before they could even react, were transformed by this dense vitality into the most primal spiritual energy, dying without any awareness.
The sea and sky were one, the golden lotuses radiant, as if creation itself were unfolding, dissolving everything into formlessness.
“Clang! Clang! Clang!”
The clear radiance shed by the silver moon was all caught by the golden lotuses, producing a series of metallic clangs. Ten thousand rays of multicolored light and a thousand auspicious streaks created a scene of splendor. Yan Ruyu stood like a fairy maiden in a jade pool.
Planting Golden Lotuses in the Sea of Suffering ranked alongside the Moon Rising Over the Sea, both being Wheel Sea divine phenomena of ancient great powers, rarely cultivated by anyone in the current age.
Ji Haoyue’s expression changed. He stepped through the void, closing in swiftly with the grace of a falling wild goose, agile and ethereal. The moon in the sky descended, pressing down toward Yan Ruyu to suppress her.
The mere radiance of the moonlight could annihilate demon clan experts; now that the entire moon was falling, one could imagine the terrifying force it carried.
Yan Ruyu’s figure was faint and hazy. She was pure and otherworldly, with golden lotuses swaying behind her, full of vitality. Clusters of golden exotic flowers bloomed in the wind, emitting a refreshing fragrance. The golden petals shot up into the sky, crystalline and sparkling, instantly engulfing the moon.
The two on the scene were like banished immortals descending to the mortal world, their robes fluttering, ethereal and graceful, without turbulence. The scene of their duel was as poetic as a painting, but those outside did not see it that way.
Everyone was retreating as fast as they could. Though the battlefield was calm, like a gentle breeze brushing a mountain ridge, the surroundings were boiling, nearly violent and raging.
The flowing hazy moonlight and the golden glow spilling from the petals surged like a tide in all directions, unstoppable. Many people didn’t even have time to scream before they were reduced to ashes, leaving nothing behind.
A terrifying duel!
Such was the unique power of Wheel Sea divine phenomena; ordinary cultivators could not contend with it!
Ji Haoyue’s eyes shimmered with purple light, seeming almost demonic. Behind him, the azure sea surged sky-high. He had ignited his true fire, the moon revolving around his body as even more terrifying divine power gathered.
Yan Ruyu was like one who didn’t eat the food of mortals, her icy jade body hidden among the golden lotuses, even more ethereal. A powerful vitality spread, as lotuses broke through the water, stretching toward the blue sky like ancient trees.
At this moment, among the great mountains, the ocean surged, the moon fell from the azure sky, the golden lotuses tore the heavens apart, dazzling and brilliant, with celestial music echoing.
Everyone was flying backward. A few demon clan experts finally seized the chance to break through. Moments later, at the center of the battlefield, the moon shattered, the golden lotuses withered, and the ocean raged—a scene of unparalleled terror.
“Rumble!”
No matter how fast they retreated, they couldn’t outrun the brilliant beams of light. Many were pierced through, falling forever in the blazing glow, blood filling the sky, corpses piling up.
At the center of the battlefield, when everything calmed down, a corner of Ji Haoyue’s purple robe was torn, while a strand of Yan Ruyu’s black hair drifted down. The two stood facing each other.
“Your Highness, go quickly! Don’t waste time for us!” Three old women shouted anxiously from afar, offering their spiritual treasures to shield Yan Ruyu, urging her to retreat.
Meanwhile, five old men from the Ji Family offered their weapons from the distant sky to support Ji Haoyue. They guarded their clan’s divine body like a rare treasure, unwilling to allow any loss.
“You go first!” Yan Ruyu commanded the three old women to withdraw their spiritual treasures and leave.
“Clang!”
Above Ji Haoyue’s head, an ancient mirror floated up and down, emitting streams of chaotic light. It trembled lightly, and though far away, it still annihilated the three demon clan experts, reducing them to powder and blood mist.
The ancient mirror’s power was overwhelming!
Yan Ruyu was too late to stop it. Her jade body radiated divine glow, and in her palm, a beam of light gathered, as dazzling as a segment of rainbow, impossible to see clearly. She attacked forward.
“Puff! Puff! Puff!”
The Ji Family experts who came to assist, though enveloped by the chaotic aura of the ancient mirror, still couldn’t escape their fate. All were pierced through and died tragically.
In the distance, three transcendent old men of the Ji Family, with white hair and beards, bearing an immortal air, stood silently in the high sky. One of them said, “The Demon Emperor’s sacred weapon truly lives up to its reputation.”
The Ji Family had a long heritage. The ancient mirror was mysterious and unfathomable, the weapon of their first patriarch, passed down from the primordial era, possessing unimaginable power.
Yan Ruyu’s sacred weapon was equally illustrious, the weapon of the Demon Emperor himself. There was no need to doubt its terror and dread.
Across the entire Eastern Wasteland, aside from treasures like the Desolate Tower that coexisted with the world, the ancient mirror and the Demon Emperor’s sacred weapon were among the most supreme. The two had only unleashed one-tenth of the sacred weapon’s power, yet its might was already so vast—it was enough to inspire fear.
“I’m really curious—why are you protecting a human youth? Even when breaking through, you didn’t abandon him.” A crisp, pleasant voice rang out, like pearls falling on a jade plate. Ahead, a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old girl, accompanied by several old men, blocked the way.
This girl wore a purple robe, exuding an ineffable noble aura. But when she smiled, she showed a different charm. Her eyes sparkled, her left cheek dimpled, making her look very lively and playful.
The demon clan’s old women frowned. Ji Haoyue wore a purple robe, and this girl also drifted in purple—it was easy to connect the two.
The purple-robed girl was extremely beautiful, with large eyes and long lashes, full of spirit. She looked very lively and playful, giving a sense of agility.
“Capture that youth for me. I want to see what’s so special about him.” The purple-robed girl giggled, the dimple on her left cheek reappearing, her big eyes narrowing into crescent moons.