Chapter 172 - 201: Fist Shatters the Vast Sea! White Bone Hall, Bai Gu Enchantress
Behind him, Luo Jinghong, who had hurried over, arrived just in time to witness the scene.
Like the white-haired elder, she too was mired in a daze, unable to pull herself free.
She had fought the Canghai Sect for a long time, and as the Saintess of the Celestial Sword Sect, she knew exactly what she had just seen. The great black bell Su Bai had shattered with one hand was the Canghai Sect’s Sacred Artifact!
According to legend, this Sacred Artifact was the Lifebound Artifact of the Canghai Sect’s founding ancestor. It had been forged over three years, using extremely rare materials and fused with Heaven and Earth Divine Fire.
It possessed the terrifying might to suppress even a Dragon Mansion Realm expert!
But now, this senior before her had crushed it with his bare hand!
Anyone who heard of this would be utterly astonished!
"The Sacred Artifact... is destroyed..."
In mid-air, the white-haired elder muttered to himself, his expression dazed.
BOOM—
Before he could react, Su Bai, high in the sky, casually threw a punch forward.
In that instant, the sound of ten thousand blades rang out, but it was the echo of a fist.
The moment the punch was thrown, a buzz rang through Luo Jinghong’s head.
In that instant, she felt all sound in the world fade away. Everything stood still, and time itself seemed to freeze.
HUM—
It was as if some cosmic string had been plucked.
A single golden Fist Seal seemed to devour all light as far as the eye could see.
A terrifying might, beyond description, blossomed in that instant.
For a moment, the world fell silent, and even the brilliant sun seemed to dim!
Luo Jinghong watched, wide-eyed, as the Fist Seal shot forward.
Wherever it passed, the incredibly dense Ghost Qi, Evil Qi, Demon Qi, and miasma that had accumulated for untold years deep beneath the Canghai Sect...
...all silently parted and dispersed.
It was like parting the waters of a lake, washing away all filth!
The world itself was cleansed.
The Canghai Sect ancestor standing in the Fist Seal’s path didn’t even have time to make a sound.
He was simply steamrolled by the rumbling golden Fist Seal, vanishing without a trace.
The Fist Seal, moving at a speed that was both slow and fast, extended for countless miles in the blink of an eye.
From Luo Jinghong’s vantage point, she saw an incredibly clear golden Fist Seal that seemed to pierce through the entire Canghai Sect, shattering countless Arrays along the way.
The entire massive, floating structure began to tilt and collapse.
It teetered on the verge of collapse!
At the end of the Fist Seal’s path, an ancient Array was utterly destroyed, revealing a dungeon that had been perennially shrouded in sinister Demonic Qi and wicked Evil Qi.
The iron cells were an eerie, blood-like red, imprisoning row upon row of misshapen creatures. They looked as if they had undergone some horrifying modification, their once-normal bodies twisted into hideous Human-Demon hybrids.
The sight alone was enough to fill one’s heart with dread.
A few of these bizarre creatures, seeing the light of day for the first time in ages, covered their faces with long, narrow limbs, letting out snarling, maniacal laughter.
The power of their auras was comparable to the Divine Platform Realm.
Meanwhile, the buildings within the Canghai Sect—its towers, grand halls, and small pavilions—crumbled into countless fragments under the Fist Seal’s bombardment.
The surviving Canghai Sect disciples scattered and fled in a mad panic.
They were just like a foul colony of insects, scurrying in panic after the stone slab covering their dark, damp nest is suddenly lifted into the sunlight!
At the same time, in the deepest reaches of the Canghai Sect, a towering, jet-black mountain was laid bare.
The mountain’s Demon Fiend aura surged like a tidal wave. Caves, spewing black smoke, flickered in and out of sight.
The world-shaking Fist Seal plunged straight into the mountainside.
With a deafening BOOM!
The massive black mountain was suddenly covered in a web of distinct cracks, running from its peak to its base.
That single punch had shattered the entire mountain as if it were fine porcelain.
It looked as if a gentle breeze could blow the whole thing down!
Luo Jinghong stared blankly from behind him.
A fist that shattered the Vast Sea!
It was a sight she would never forget for the rest of her life.
At that moment, her heart was utterly filled with shock.
Even her body couldn’t help but tremble.
Suddenly, she saw a tidal wave of corpse qi and Ghost Qi erupt from beneath the shattered black mountain!
Immediately after, two figures shot out from below.
One corpse, one person.
Even from a great distance, Luo Jinghong could feel a terrifying aura radiating from them—an aura that made her shudder.
It was a suffocating pressure far greater than any Dao Palace Realm expert—the realm above the Divine Platform—could ever exert.
Dragon Mansion! This was a Dragon Mansion Realm Great Power from the Canghai Sect!
Luo Jinghong was still mired in shock, not yet fully recovered, when she saw Su Bai before her.
Stepping on a trail of vibrant light, he strode forward.
His figure flickered in the void and vanished without a trace.
A breath later, an aura several times more powerful than before erupted over the distant black mountain.
It soared into the sky like a hidden dragon bursting from the abyss!
A majestic Five-Finger Golden Peak descended from the heavens.
It was like a punishment from heaven and earth, a judgment from the Immortal Gods!
"Damn it! Who the hell are you!?"
"Who are you!? The Canghai Sect has no grievance or grudge against you..."
"Ah! Senior, spare me..."
The distant voice shifted from shock to furious anger, and finally, to terror and begging.
The entire process didn’t last long.
It was over in about seven or eight breaths.
Luo Jinghong then saw the young man in white robes holding the unconscious Dragon Mansion Realm Great Power from the Canghai Sect.
He stepped on a trail of vibrant light and soared away.
Only a clear, calm voice drifted down from the distant heavens.
"Send my regards to your ancestor."
’Send regards to the Sword God Ancestor?’
Luo Jinghong snapped back to her senses, her expression startled.
"Could it be... this senior is an old acquaintance of the Ancestor?"
She then muttered to herself.
’He shattered the Canghai Sect’s Sacred Artifact with one hand, blew apart their Holy Mountain with one punch, and suppressed a Dragon Mansion Realm Great Power as easily as a common mutt. His Fist Dao has reached the Saint Realm, and he’s an old acquaintance of the Ancestor...’
The clues threaded together in her mind.
Suddenly, Luo Jinghong recalled a certain being from Great Xia who had reached the Saint Realm.
Her expression trembled, and her eyes flashed with utter disbelief.
’Don’t tell me... it’s really *him*!?’
...
High in the sky, a refreshing cool wind whistled past Su Bai’s ears.
His three-day tour of the Vast Sea had come to a perfect end.
This time, he had not only killed several Divine Platform experts and one Daoist Palace expert, but had also captured a Dragon Mansion cultivator.
He had even given Hei Wushuang’s strength a nice boost along the way.
All in all, it had been a fruitful trip.
It was still early.
Su Bai had no plans to return to Great Xia immediately. Instead, he rode the Demon Dragon, flying aimlessly through the misty expanse of the sky.
There was a certain charm to this kind of relaxing, carefree journey.
At one point, Su Bai tossed the unconscious Dragon Mansion Realm expert from the Canghai Sect into Hei Wushuang’s mouth, saving himself the trouble of carrying the man.
Then, he thought to himself.
’Outside the Great Xia Domain, five sects reign supreme in the Demonic Lineage.’
’And among them, the White Bone Hall is considered the leader...’
Just as he was thinking this, Su Bai’s expression shifted slightly, and he extended his Divine Thoughts downward.
By now, they had left the North Sea region, and below them stretched a vast, desolate plain.
He saw a long procession of carriages and horses on the plain below, heading toward the North Sea.
The procession was quite strange.
The vast entourage was composed entirely of men.
And all of them were exceptionally handsome.
Some were brawny and powerful, some were well-proportioned and athletic, some were refined and scholarly, some were graceful and elegant, some were cold and domineering...
In short, it seemed every possible type of attractive man was present.
Some carried a palanquin, some scattered flower petals, some stood guard with weapons in hand, some ambled along while singing, and others played flutes and pipes.
Each had a different style and his own unique charm, but all were handsome men, the likes of which were rarely seen.
Not only that, but their strength was also impressive.
The weakest among them were at the Extraordinary Realm, while the strongest’s Cultivation was approaching the Divine Platform Realm.
And yet this group of powerful cultivators all willingly served, gathered around a massive palanquin-bed at the center of the procession.
This palanquin-bed was entirely crimson, carried aloft by eighteen handsome men.
A snow-white Gauze Curtain hung down, concealing the scene within.
Su Bai’s Divine Thoughts probed inside.
Inside lay a Beautiful Lady, her body draped in red gauze. She was stunningly gorgeous, with a voluptuous figure.
The lady’s fingertips caressed a white skull, and her Cultivation had already reached the Daoist Palace Realm.
Su Bai glanced at the Beautiful Lady in the curtain. His interest piqued, he focused his gaze for a closer look.
In an instant, the image of the lady in the curtain transformed into a skeleton.
But these bones were peculiar—they were a shade of pink, like exquisite jade.
"White Bone Hall. The Bai Gu Enchantress."
Withdrawing his Divine Thoughts, Su Bai recognized the woman and muttered her identity to himself.
He had just been thinking about the Demonic Lineage’s White Bone Hall, and now one of them had shown up right on his doorstep.
Talk about a coincidence!
A peculiar look appeared on Su Bai’s face. He patted Hei Wushuang’s draconic head, and they dove swiftly toward the procession below.