Chapter 377: Sun Wukong
No one knew what kind of source this was; almost no one could recognize it, not even Ye Fan or Nan Gong Qi could understand it.
It was not particularly dazzling, seeming as if forged from countless stars, or like the divine radiance of the bright moon gathered together, soft and hazy.
It sparkled crystal-clear, exceptionally captivating to the mind, and at first glance, one would feel it was extraordinary, in no way inferior to Divine Source, with a sacred power flowing within.
However, the mysterious source seed was not the most attractive thing; the divine maiden within was the focal point, drawing the attention of all, with every gaze fixed upon her.
First, cries of surprise rang out in the stone garden, then a deathly silence fell, followed by a sea-like uproar as everyone was stunned.
At this moment of witnessing a miracle, no one could remain calm. Cutting a divine maiden from stone was like a fairy tale, reviving a legend from over a hundred thousand years ago.
Within the crystalline source stone, gathered like moonlight, there was a delicate face, so tender it seemed it could break at a touch, serene as if in deep slumber, utterly still.
Purple hair, soft and glossy, covered half of her immortal countenance, but could not hide her breathtaking beauty. Her skin was exceptionally translucent and fair.
It was as if carved from mutton-fat jade, not like flesh and blood, giving a very dreamlike feeling, making people think it was a masterpiece of heaven, not born of flesh.
Everyone was stunned, confirming this was not an illusion—a divine maiden had truly been cut out!
The strange source seed, forged like stars, emitted a sacred power that diluted the killing intent of the blood-colored spear tip, allowing people to feel a comfortable aura.
“This… is it real? Why does it feel so illusory to me?!”
“A living young girl, a Primordial King!”
It was definitely a Primordial King, because in that era, beings identical to humans were almost nonexistent, but any that existed were surely of the royal clan.
Everyone noticed that this peerless immortal face was not very old; it even looked somewhat youthful, no more than sixteen or seventeen.
Was it she who held the peerless war spear, slaying unimaginable supreme existences?
Once this question arose, everyone’s heart trembled. The young girl seemed peaceful and quiet, but that might not reflect her true age or state; she could be a peerless king.
In the crowd, Ji Family’s Little Moon and the White-Robed Little Nun tightly grasped the Divine Silkworm. This golden little spirit was tense and struggling fiercely, wanting to rush over.
The Ji Family Great Power was as firm as iron, showing no fluctuation. The silver knife in his hand carved through the air, stone powder flying and falling continuously.
In almost no time, he had cut away less than half of the source stone. The divine maiden’s half body was faintly visible; she wore a golden gauze robe, her body as white as ivory.
The Ji Family Great Power had been avoiding the peerless deadly weapon all along, not carving the stone around the blood-colored spear tip, preventing it from emerging too early.
Finally, most of the large source stone was cut out, with only the left half of the young girl’s body not yet revealed, where the blood-colored war spear lay.
“Crack!”
The Ji Family Great Power finally made his move. Stone fragments crumbled and fell to the ground, cutting out most of the peerless spear tip.
“Boom”
A heaven-shaking killing intent surged like tidal waves. Those present felt as if they had fallen into a purgatory. As the rusted war spear was exposed, many could no longer bear it.
It was as if a peerless demon lord, capable of swallowing mountains and rivers, had emerged—a deterrent rooted in the soul, vast and mighty, seeming to surge simultaneously from the Nine Heavens and the Nine Netherworlds!
“Thud”
Many could not withstand it; the killing intent penetrated their bones, causing them to collapse to the ground, their hearts filled with extreme terror, screaming out loud.
The form of the peerless deadly weapon could decay, but its killing intent was eternal!
“Retreat quickly!”
Many cultivators trembled in fear, backing away. Even many senior figures felt their hair stand on end.
“Ding”
The silver knife hummed softly. The Ji Family Great Power moved the knife like flying, continuously cutting away the stone skin around the blood spear, about to fully reveal it.
At this moment, people keenly sensed something was wrong. The rusted war spear did not seem to be held in the young girl’s hand.
“No, completely wrong. This doesn’t seem to be the divine maiden’s weapon.”
“The Primordial King seems to have been pierced through by the peerless deadly weapon!”
…
People were shocked to discover this fact. It looked like the young girl was holding the spear, but that was far from the truth; the ancient spear seemed to have pierced through her chest, nailing her!
“Smack!”
With a final light sound, hundreds of pounds of stone fragments all fell, revealing the rare treasure hidden within the blood sacrifice altar.
This was a piece of strange source nearly two meters tall. It hung in mid-air, not sinking, possessing properties similar to Divine Source, with sacred power flowing within.
Inside, it sealed a purple-haired young girl with a peerless immortal face, utterly still, seemingly in deep slumber, but everyone let out a sigh.
A peerless divine spear pierced through the strange source, revealing a section of the spear tip, nailing the young girl, piercing through her heart.
No one had expected such an outcome. A Primordial King killed in this way was truly shocking!
How powerful were the Primordial Kings? People could hardly know. Some speculated they could rival the Great Emperors, invincible across heaven and earth.
Too much time had passed. Even the Holy Lands could not have fought the Primordial races, because an era separated them, a period of vacuum.
What their strength truly was, to what horrifying extent it reached, no one could say. No one could return to the Primordial Era to verify.
“A Primordial King who could make heaven and earth tremble—why was he pierced through?!”
“An invincible existence across heaven and earth—why was he nailed by a peerless deadly weapon?!”
Even figures like Red Dragon Daoist and the Great Xia Imperial Uncle were lost in thought, greatly shocked.
The crowd was terrified, watching from afar, unable to bear the killing intent otherwise. The spear tip was grim and oppressive, pressing down, making everyone want to prostrate themselves.
“Wuwu…”
Suddenly, a heart-wrenching cry of sorrow rang out, very childish but extremely mournful. The Divine Silkworm broke free from Ji Ziyue and the little nun, rushing to the strange source hanging in mid-air.
“Ancestor, don’t harm it!” Ji Family’s Little Moon transmitted a message.
The Ji Family Great Power did not stop him, silently watching from the side.
The Divine Silkworm was not frightened by the spear tip’s killing intent. It directly pounced on the strange source, crying loudly, tears streaming down in pairs.
Even the White-Robed Little Nun, a loli, heard the Divine Silkworm speak for the first time. Usually, it made no sound, only acted, making her think it was a little mute.
But now, it was sorrowful, its bright big eyes filled with tears, crying loudly, stretching out a small paw to continuously stroke the young girl’s face.
But how could she come back to life? She had been nailed there, fallen for who knows how many years.
“Don’t cry, little one.” The White-Robed Little Nun spoke softly, but couldn’t walk over; she couldn’t bear the deadly weapon’s killing intent.
“Poor little thing, don’t cry. I’m getting sad too.” Ji Family’s Little Moon also spoke.
What was going on? Everyone was stunned. Did the golden little spirit know that young girl?
Seeing it so heartbroken, crying as if dying, people’s hearts trembled. Was there a Primordial Era story between them? This was truly shocking.
The golden little spirit cried incomparably sadly, almost fainting. It tremblingly extended its golden little paw, stroking the young girl’s cheek over and over again. Its childish cries moved all who heard them.
It seemed to repeat a single syllable, a sound from the Primordial language that no one could understand, but people guessed it might be the young girl’s name.
The golden little spirit cried without stopping, murmuring that name over and over, tears flowing endlessly.
Everyone was moved. They hadn’t expected this little creature to be so emotional, so sorrowful. People couldn’t help but imagine various scenes.
In that Primordial Era, the land was vibrant, a hundred races stood side by side, and kings rose together. A carefree young girl, though a king, was naive to the world, living with a golden little spirit, chasing and playing under the night moon.
But alas, one day, she encountered other kings and died in battle in that age, leaving only this golden little spirit to live into the present.
The childish cries, the babbling sobs, were infinitely mournful.
The golden little spirit pressed against the crystal stone, crying sadly, but when calling that name, it was very gentle, carefully stroking the young girl’s cheek with its golden little paw, as if afraid of waking her.
How many past events had passed and would never return, especially those of the Primordial Era. What story lay between them? People did not know.
Tears from the Divine Silkworm’s big eyes kept falling. After a long time, the crying softened and finally stopped. It had cried itself unconscious from grief.
The Ji Family Great Power picked up the little creature and sent it to Ji Ziyue and the little nun.
“Poor little one.” The two young girls also felt a pang of sadness.
The Divine Silkworm could undergo nine transformations, looking down on heaven and earth, proud of the mortal world.
But each transformation required forgetting all of the past. Perhaps one day, it would forget everything, not remembering that there was a young girl from the Primordial Era, a time that should not be forgotten.
“This is too incredible. The Divine Silkworm knows this Primordial King? How could it be such a coincidence?”
“Nothing is impossible. Its revival in this age is itself a miracle. Primordial Kings were as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns, and the golden little spirit was also of the royal clan. It’s not surprising they knew each other.”
Red Dragon Daoist spoke, saying, “Perhaps they truly knew each other in the past. Or maybe this young girl is a nine-transformation Divine Silkworm. The golden little spirit might have sensed a familiar aura.”
Was the young girl a nine-transformation Divine Silkworm? It was possible.
People looked at the strange source in shock. The young girl inside was still somewhat immature. Was she truly a sacred spirit invincible across heaven and earth after nine transformations?
Only now did people realize that the blood spear had pierced through her heart from behind, not struck her from the front.
This allowed endless speculation. Perhaps the young girl was naive and was killed by a sneak attack. Perhaps the Divine Silkworm’s nine transformations made it forget the past, allowing someone to take advantage.
The Primordial Era’s events, how they truly were, had long since vanished like smoke. No one could truly know.
It was a long time before people calmed down. The value of this strange source was immeasurable. The young girl within, as a Primordial King, was also a treasure.
“Eh, what’s going on?” Someone was shocked, pointing at the crystal stone like moonlight, saying, “How come there are tears at the corners of the young girl’s eyes? I remember there weren’t any before.”
“It should be left by the golden little spirit, falling on the source, creating an illusion.”
The Ji Family Great Power gently brushed, and all the teardrops on the crystal disappeared, but the tears at the corners of the young girl’s eyes in the source still hung there.
“Heavens, could she still be alive?”
“How is that possible?!”
Many were shocked, showing expressions of disbelief.
Some also laughed, saying, “You’re too nervous. There were clearly tears from the beginning.”
“Right, they were there from the start. I seem to recall seeing them too. Otherwise, sealed inside, even if alive, she couldn’t shed tears.”
“Impossible. There were absolutely none at first.”
Arguments broke out in the stone garden, with various opinions.
“Stop arguing.” The Ji Family Great Power frowned, saying, “She has no life fluctuations.”
With a Saint Lord-rank figure speaking, people slowly calmed down.
“Young friend, it’s your turn to cut stone.” Nan Gong Qi smiled, looking at Ye Fan, making a gesture of invitation.
Although the divine maiden had no life, such a large piece of strange source, able to hang in the air, was definitely comparable to Divine Source.
The young men of the Ancient Source Art Aristocratic Clan sneered coldly, believing that Ye Fan could never turn things around.
“Not to mention this strange source, even the young girl inside is a top-grade material for refining artifacts. What can you compare with?”
“As I said earlier, the more precious what you cut out, the richer our harvest, because it will all belong to us.”
“How dare you compete with us?”
Their faces were filled with cold smiles, staring at Ye Fan and Li Heishui.
The other side was overbearing and aggressive. Li Hei gritted his teeth and sneered, “What you cut out may not be as precious as the divine medicine seed.”
“Black boy, what are you saying? Such a large piece of Divine Source is rare in the world. Don’t be stubborn.” A disciple of the Source Art Aristocratic Clan mocked.
Li Heishui said coldly, “In the eyes of the Holy Lands, divine medicine can extend the life of a prodigy with the potential of a Great Emperor, far more precious than Divine Source. Besides, who knows what your source is? It might be far inferior to Divine Source.”
“Ridiculous. No matter how stubborn you are, we’ll find someone to appraise it later. You’ll be paying until you’re dead!”
Ye Fan said nothing, directly wielding the silver knife to start cutting the Immortal Tomb.
This time, Nan Gong Qi did not secretly interfere. He stood quietly with the other three old men, watching with smiles, confident in their hearts, not believing Ye Fan could defy heaven.
“Crack!”
Ye Fan struck hard with the knife, cutting off dozens of pounds of stone in one blow, not intending to slowly dissect it.
“Young friend, be careful. Don’t damage our rare treasure.” Nan Gong Qi reminded with a smile, looking as if everything was under control.
“Are you sure that what I cut out will belong to you, and not that everything you have will be won by me?” Ye Fan stopped the knife, looking at him calmly.
“You probably have no hope left.” Nan Gong Qi smiled and stroked his beard.
“They won’t shed tears until they see the coffin. We’ll wait and see what rare treasure you cut out!” The young men of the Source Art Aristocratic Clan all mocked.
“Alright, today I’ll defy heaven and show you!” Ye Fan replied calmly.
Hearing this, everyone present showed surprise, including several Saint Lord-rank figures.
All the Holy Sons and Holy Maidens looked over. Some old men also showed signs of doubt. All eyes focused on him.
“Crack!”
Ye Fan’s second knife fell, cutting off another dozen pounds of stone skin, without mercy, as if slicing a radish.
An old man reminded, “Young friend, you’re cutting an Immortal Tomb, not chopping vegetables. Be a bit more careful.”
“Yes, even this old man’s heart aches. If you damage the immortal treasure, regret will be too late.” The people nearby were all nervous.
Ye Fan smiled. The knife blade turned, stone chips flying. His movements became light, cutting stroke by stroke, no longer grand and sweeping.
Suddenly, an unparalleled sacred aura burst forth. The Immortal Tomb flowed with light and color, shining brilliantly, very mysterious.
“There really is an immortal treasure in the Immortal Tomb!” Everyone was shocked.
“Crack!”
Ye Fan struck with the knife, and many large pieces of stone skin cracked and fell off.
And at this moment, two beams of golden light shot out, like two torches burning fiercely—they were—two gazes!
Ye Fan decisively retreated. Even he hadn’t expected to cut out a living creature.
“Heavens, there’s a creature in the Immortal Tomb, ‘gazes like torches!’”
“A natural ancient tomb contains a living thing!”
“Does the heaven-sealed Immortal Tomb hold an immortal spirit?!”
A chorus of exclamations rang out. Everyone was stunned, shocked on the spot.
One voice was the most abrupt, shouting loudly, “Sun Wukong with fiery golden eyes?!”
Others didn’t know who Sun Wukong was, but Ye Fan understood. He knew it must be Pang Bo shouting; he had definitely come to the scene.
The ancient Immortal Tomb flowed with light and color, sacred and peaceful beyond compare. No one had expected there to be a living being inside!