Chapter 238 - 266: Purifying the Sky, Locking the Land, Seizing the Spirit Charm
At that moment, the middle-aged man standing at the ship's bow finished speaking.
The Golden Armored Generals beside him immediately bowed and stepped back to prepare the instruments for the Zhangdi.
Meanwhile, the middle-aged man seemed to have noticed the two people below him.
He then lowered his gaze, casting an indifferent glance at them.
In an instant, a seemingly infinite power pressed down on Hun.
He let out a muffled grunt as his legs uncontrollably stumbled backward.
He stamped distinct footprints into the solid ground.
He only began to feel better after the middle-aged man slowly retracted his gaze.
The immense, abyss-like pressure on his body lessened considerably.
An expression of incredulous horror appeared on Hun's face. When he looked up again at the golden-crowned middle-aged man, his entire demeanor had changed.
The power of a single glance!
How could it be so terrifying?!
'Even he is struggling to hold on?'
Hun noticed the fine beads of sweat trickling down the forehead of the Red-Robed Youth beside him, and the shock in his heart multiplied.
The Red-Robed Youth was in the Nine Tribulations Realm.
And he wasn't just any Nine Tribulations Realm expert. Within this realm, he was considered a dominant figure.
Yet even he could barely withstand a single glance from the middle-aged man.
This golden-crowned middle-aged man on the Dayu Immortal Ship… Just who was he?
What Realm was he in? What was his true strength?
"Ancestral Demon Mountain?"
The middle-aged man murmured.
His voice was indifferent and ethereal, seeming to possess an innate air of superiority.
The Red-Robed Youth took a shallow breath and stepped forward.
He cupped his fists and announced clearly, "Chi Ming of the Chaos Lineage from Ancestral Demon Mountain."
"Greetings, Celestial Official!"
"May I ask which lord from the Earth Department I have the honor of addressing?"
The middle-aged man at the bow remained expressionless, as if he hadn't heard the Red-Robed Youth's inquiry at all.
He spoke as if to himself, "If you are from the Ancestral Demon Mountain lineage, then why are you here?"
The Red-Robed Youth replied, "My younger brother was banished here by the Ancestor many years ago. I have come to take him back to Ancestral Demon Mountain."
Hearing this, the middle-aged man once again swept an indifferent glance over Hun.
The icy gaze instantly gave Hun goosebumps, making the hairs on his arms stand on end.
Fortunately, the man quickly looked away, having apparently identified Hun's true form as the Fierce Beast Chaos.
He then ignored them completely.
A few moments later.
On the Immortal Ship, three burly Golden Armored Generals came forward, holding three artifacts.
Two of the items were long and rectangular, like giant rulers.
One ruler was black as ink, its surface engraved with special patterns depicting mountains, rivers, birds, and beasts.
The other ruler was snow-white, and on it one could see ancient markings of the sun, moon, and stars.
The last item was a palm-sized Small Cyan Bell. It emanated a cyan halo, had an ancient design, and an incredibly profound aura.
After the three items were presented, the Golden Armored General holding the snow-white ruler immediately tossed it into the air.
The white ruler quickly rose into the sky, its form suddenly growing larger.
It soon grew to a colossal size.
The body of the ruler quivered slightly, then emitted a hazy white light.
HUMMM.
The light spread out in all directions like swift ripples on water.
GASP—
The moment the white ruler's light radiated outward, Hun, his face pale, gasped violently for breath.
Just a moment ago, he had felt an inexplicable power, like silken threads, bind his Heart Spirit, coiling around and constricting him until he could barely breathe.
WHOOSH—
The next moment, a flurry of sounds came from the distance.
Hun looked up to see countless birds of all colors raining down from the sky.
BOOM!
A few colossal Demon Fiends, their Demon Qi flaring, also plummeted from the sky, their faces a mixture of panic and fury.
From Hun's point of view.
He watched as the light from the white ruler radiated out from the Immortal Ship, swiftly cleansing the entire sky until it was perfectly clear.
It was as if someone had blown a sharp puff of air across a sheet of paper, clearing away every speck of dust and every smudge to reveal its original white state.
"This is…"
Hun stared blankly at the scene, his eyes following the white light as it spread to a distance beyond sight, muttering softly to himself.
He then looked over at the Red-Robed Youth.
The Red-Robed Youth stood his ground, his gaze flickering slightly, but he remained silent.
At that moment, the middle-aged man on the Immortal Ship glanced at the sky and spoke again.
"Begin."
At his command, a Golden Armored General behind him immediately tossed the Black Ruler in his hands into the sky.
The Black Ruler also hummed, emitting a similar black light.
However, this black light swiftly sank, plunging deep into the earth. The ground then rippled with black waves, which spread outward in concentric circles.
After this was done, the middle-aged man cast an indifferent glance over the surrounding world.
He then turned, personally taking the third artifact—the Small Cyan Bell. After chanting a few words, he tossed it into the air.
The Small Bell shot into the air, rapidly expanding.
It emitted a low hum, and an irresistible attractive force emanated from its body, forming a massive, visible vortex.
All the vitality, Spiritual Qi, moisture, and Earth Vein energy in the world surged toward the massive bell.
And what Hun saw was this world, slowly…
gradually growing dim.
It was like a vibrant landscape painting, full of Spirit Charm, having its colors and essence drained away, leaving it dull and plain.
"They… What are they doing?"
A sliver of panic rising in his heart, Hun subconsciously asked the Red-Robed Youth beside him.
The Red-Robed Youth looked up at the twin black and white rulers and the Large Cyan Bell in the sky.
He said ominously.
"The Earth Department is measuring the territory."
"First, Purifying Heaven, then Locked Land, and finally…"
"Seizing Spirit Charm."
"All the mountain ranges, water channels, and spirit veins… they will all be relocated."
"Within a few years, this place will lose all its Spirit Charm and become a desolate, barren wasteland."
"This time, even if you don't want to go back and be punished, you have no choice."
"Unless you are willing to stay in the Dao Palace Realm for the rest of your life, or even have your cultivation regress, back to the Divine Platform or Spirit Transformation."
After he finished speaking, the Red-Robed Youth turned to look calmly at Hun.
"Purifying Heaven, Locked Land, Seizing Spirit Charm…"
"Within a few years, it will become a barren land."
Hun stared blankly, muttering the words under his breath.
A strange sense of horror welled up inside him.
In his perception, everything around Qishan seemed to be truly losing its original Spirit Charm.
And this Spirit Charm transformed into brilliant, iridescent streams of light.
All of it surging into the large bell floating in mid-air.
...
It was a rare, bright and sunny day in the middle of winter.
In the county town, Su Bai had found a chair and was sitting under the old jujube tree in his courtyard, lazily basking in the sun.
Beside him, a Little Demon—a Rabbit Spirit—was bustling about nonstop.
It was making tea for Su Bai, pouring water, shelling melon seeds, and cracking walnuts.
Every so often, it would even stop to massage his shoulders and knead his legs.
It had an air of complete and utter subservience.
'This Little Demon certainly knows its place, and it's a quick worker too.'
Su Bai took a sip of tea, reflecting with some satisfaction.
The Rabbit Spirit possessed a special Divine Technique called Vanishing Form. Last night, under the cover of darkness, it had snuck into the city, though it hadn't intended to harm anyone.
Instead, it was just greedy and wanted to sneak into a restaurant to steal some delicacies and satisfy its cravings.
As it turned out, its luck wasn't half bad.
It just so happened to run into Su Bai, who was having dinner with Zhang Wei at that very restaurant.
And so it was caught red-handed by Su Bai.
To atone for its crime, the Rabbit Spirit had offered to serve Su Bai for a few days.
Since the Little Demon hadn't hurt anyone or committed any serious crime, and it was willing to serve as his attendant for a few days to make amends, Su Bai hadn't refused.
And so, this was the scene that morning.
At that moment, Su Bai looked up at the sky, his gaze landing on the rosy clouds in the firmament.
But his Heart Spirit had already sunk into the Purification Tripod.
After the convicts in the cave had died, Su Bai had received a number of lottery draws.
He had spent some time using them and had drawn many decent-grade Cultivation Techniques and Divine Techniques.
His Experience Points had also skyrocketed to nearly three hundred million!
His Merit Points, meanwhile, had broken the seven hundred thousand mark.
The main reason was that he had gained a hundred thousand Merit Points just for naming the new law, which had come with surprising ease—all for writing just a few words.
It was truly an unexpected windfall.
'It seems promoting the new law really is a good thing.'
Looking at his Experience Points again, he saw he had enough to break through to the next Martial Arts Realm.
Returning to the present,
Su Bai glanced at the gentle, warm sun.
He thought to himself, 'There's no time like the present.'
'I might as well break through now…'