nyslfriends Chapter 66 Southern Tour of the Volcano
Chapter 66 Southern Tour of the Volcano
Chapter 66 Southern Tour of the Volcano
At the center of the primordial land, beneath Mount Buzhou, the murderous aura of the Wu and Yao races had solidified into a tangible dark cloud, obscuring the sun, moon, and stars. Di Jun's Hetu Luoshu predicted the falling of countless stars, while Taiyi's Chaos Bell tolled like raging waves crashing against the shore. The nine Ancestral Witches stood tall and firm, their physical bodies bearing the brunt of the supreme treasures, each strike causing the primordial landforms to tremble slightly.
That was a clash of eras, a contest for hegemony.
However, outside of that endless strife, a streak of dark blue light bypassed the main battlefield, streaking across the sky at an extraordinary speed, heading straight for the southernmost part of the primordial wilderness.
Kunpeng then manifested as a Taoist priest, riding on the breeze, his robes fluttering. Although he was on his journey, his divine sense remained focused on the battle situation of the Houtu tribe.
"Fight! The harder you fight, the faster the fortune of this old era will dissipate."
Kunpeng had a cold smile on his lips.
His journey south was not to escape the war, but to seek out another major power among the three ancient races.
Phoenix Clan.
After the Dragon-Han Great Calamity, the Ancestral Dragon transformed into the Azure Dragon to suppress the East, the First Qilin transformed into an auspicious creature and hid in the earth, and the Primordial Phoenix sacrificed itself to suppress the Undying Volcano in the South, thus repaying the Phoenix Clan for the boundless karma it had caused to the prehistoric world.
Now that the Dragon Clan is under his control, if he can also subdue the Phoenix Clan, his title of "Ancestor of Demons" will no longer be just about ruling over all the demons in the world, but also about inheriting the vast legacy of the three ancient clans.
At that time, even if all the saints came out together, they would have to ask the Heavenly Dao if they wanted to touch this great power who carried the fortune of three generations of the primordial world.
In the south, there is an immortal volcano.
This is a fiery red world, with crisscrossing rivers of lava covering the land, and the air filled with the pungent smell of sulfur and the raging essence of the Southern Ming Fire.
The deeper one goes, the deeper the color of the flames becomes, from crimson to pure white, and finally transforming into a strange dark purple, enough to burn away the primordial spirit of a Great Luo Golden Immortal.
"Stop!"
Just as Kunpeng was about to step into the core area of the Undying Volcano—the Wutong Forest—two loud phoenix cries resounded through the sky.
Two powerful phoenix clan figures, clad in crimson scales and wielding divine fire halberds, emerged from the magma. Both possessed the cultivation of late-stage Great Luo Golden Immortals, making them powerful overlords even in the current prehistoric world.
"This is the forbidden area of the Phoenix Clan, the location of the Wutong Divine Palace. Foreign cultivators, leave immediately, or you will be reduced to ashes in this fiery inferno!"
An elder of the Phoenix Clan shouted sternly. With a swing of his halberd, the fiery waves transformed into a fire phoenix thousands of feet tall, which roared menacingly at the Kunpeng.
Kunpeng kept moving without stopping, and didn't even lift its eyelids.
"I, Beiming Kunpeng, have come today to pay my respects to Fellow Daoist Yuanhuang. If you juniors know what's good for you, please make way quickly to avoid making things difficult for yourselves."
Kunpeng's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable air of superior authority, echoing clearly amidst the rolling waves of fire.
"Kunpeng? That Northern Darkness Demon Master?"
The two elders' expressions changed, and a hint of fear flashed in their eyes, but it was quickly replaced by their deep-rooted pride.
"Whoever you are! Ancestor Yuanhuang is currently in a deep slumber suppressing the subterranean fire and will not receive any guests! Kill!"
The two Great Luo Golden Immortals joined forces, and the Southern Bright Fire Law erupted instantly. Two pillars of fire that pierced the heavens and earth intertwined into a tornado, attempting to refine the Kunpeng alive.
"Noisy."
Kunpeng snorted coldly, without even summoning a magical treasure. He simply pointed his right hand together to form a sword and made a casual slash.
"When the wind rises, the water submerges."
In an instant, a chilling wind from the far north suddenly arose above the originally violent, immortal volcano.
The cold wind carried with it the essence of the Nine Heavens Sunflower Water.
"Sizzle—"
—
Like boiling oil poured on snow, the seemingly invincible Southern Bright Fire was instantly extinguished by more than half under the suppression of Kunpeng's casual wave of the law. The two Phoenix Clan elders were struck as if by lightning, spitting out blood, their halberds shattering inch by inch, and they were thrown tens of thousands of miles away, crashing heavily into the rock wall of the volcano.
This is the fundamental difference between a late-stage Quasi-Saint and a Grand Luo Golden Immortal.
"stop!"
Just as Kunpeng was about to step into the Wutong Forest, a terrifying aura far surpassing that of a Great Luo Golden Immortal, and even enough to shake the Quasi-Saint realm, suddenly erupted from the depths of the Wutong Divine Palace.
The void cracked open, and a stunningly beautiful woman dressed in crimson and gold robes and wearing a phoenix crown stepped out.
Her eyes were like torches, and her body was surrounded by a layer of almost tangible phoenix fire. The phantom behind her vaguely transformed into a colorful vermilion bird, suppressing the fire energy within a million miles.
The current patriarch of the Phoenix Clan is also the Vermilion Bird, one of the Four Divine Beasts of the South.
Zhuque stared coldly at Kunpeng, her eyes filled with both anger and horror: "Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, instead of teaching the demon race in the Northern Underworld, or fighting the witch race on the Thirty-Three Heavens, you've come to my Undying Volcano to injure my people. Do you think my Phoenix Clan is fallen and easy to bully?"
"Fellow Daoist Suzaku, you flatter me."
Kunpeng stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm. "I have come here not to kill, but to save lives."
"Save people? I think you're just here to take advantage of the chaos!"
Zhuque, with her fiery temper, didn't believe Kunpeng's words at all. With a wave of her jade hand, a divine bow made entirely of phoenix wood and engraved with ancient phoenix patterns appeared in her hand.
"If you want to see the ancestor, you'll have to get past me first!"
Zhuque drew back the bowstring. Without an arrow, endless solar fire and Nanming fire converged on the string, transforming into a crimson gold divine arrow powerful enough to pierce through the stars.
"go!"
call out--!
This arrow was as fast as a shooting star, and carried the unique space-breaking law of the Phoenix Clan. Ignoring distance, it reached Kunpeng's brow in an instant.
"That's quite good."
Kunpeng commented casually.
He had his left hand behind his back, and slowly extended his right hand, intending to catch the arrow with his bare hands!
"Arrogant!" Suzaku sneered.
However, her smile froze the next moment.
Within Kunpeng's palm, the illusory images of the thirty-six worlds flashed by. The crimson-gold divine arrow, containing world-destroying power, vanished the moment it struck Kunpeng's palm, as if it had been thrown into the sea by mud. All the impact and heat were instantly absorbed and disintegrated by the layers of world barriers.
"What?!"
Zhuque's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a pinhead.
Before she could react, Kunpeng had already switched from defense to offense.
He did not unleash the purple spear capable of killing gods, but instead mobilized the laws of destruction within his body, and with his fingers like a knife, he slashed through the void.
"break!"
A dark, crescent-shaped ripple pierced the void.
Wherever the ripples passed, the layers of fire curtains laid out by the Vermilion Bird were easily cut open as if they were thin paper.
Zhuque was shocked and fired nine arrows in succession to try to block them, but found that the black ripples could not be stopped at all. They not only swallowed the light of her arrows, but also broke through her defenses and cut off the phoenix crown on her head.
"hiss--
—"
Zhuque felt a chill run down her spine.
She knew very well that if Kunpeng had deviated even slightly from that attack, her head would have been severed by now.
This is not even in the same league.
The opponent didn't even use the Three Corpse Incarnations; with just a casual wave of the power of law, she, the Phoenix Clan Chief, felt threatened with death.
"The head of Zixiao Palace—truly lives up to his reputation."
Zhuque sheathed her divine bow, her expression shifting unpredictably. Though fiercely independent, she was also intelligent, knowing that if the fighting continued, the entire Phoenix Clan would perish today.
Moreover, the intent revealed by Kunpeng's slash just now was not pure killing, but a kind of deterrence with the meaning of judgment.
"The Demon Ancestor's methods are extraordinary, and the Vermilion Bird is completely convinced."
She took a deep breath, extinguishing the flames around her, and bowed slightly to Kunpeng, her tone now tinged with helplessness and reverence: "The Ancestor is indeed deep within the temple. Since the Demon Ancestor insists on seeing him, please follow me. However—"
The ancestor is in an unstable state; if there is any offense, we hope the Demon Ancestor will forgive him.
"good."
Kunpeng withdrew its imposing aura and returned to its unfathomable appearance.