nyslfriends Chapter 135 Luo Hou's Methods, Demon Seed
Chapter 135 Luo Hou's Methods, Demon Seed
Chapter 135 Luo Hou's Methods, Demon Seed
Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun hovered in the void at the eastern foot of Buzhou Mountain, their eyes like torches, scanning the land below where an earth-shattering battle had once taken place.
Although time has passed and the earth's veins have been repaired and life has been restored, the marks left by that battle at the Primordial Chaos level are like scars etched deep in time and space. Ordinary cultivators can hardly detect them, but they cannot escape the perception of cultivators at their level.
"Brother Dao, is it possible to find any trace of that old thief?" Hongyun asked, his tone carrying a hint of coldness.
His aura resonated subtly with the Fire Cloud Cave, making him exceptionally sensitive to the subtle fluctuations in the surrounding space.
One can sense a lingering sense of rift here, distinct from the mainstream spatial laws of the primordial world and bearing a strong personal imprint. That is the "aftertaste" left behind by Qiankun Daoren when he used his spatial supernatural powers.
Zhen Yuanzi nodded slightly, but did not answer immediately.
In his eyes, the left eye swirled with a dark yellow hue, reflecting the rise and fall of mountains and earth veins; the right eye shone with a crimson light, discerning the disordered nodes of residual energy and the lines of law.
He slowly extended his right hand, his five fingers slightly spread, and made a grasping motion towards a seemingly ordinary area below, whose spatial structure was actually somewhat fragile.
Buzz—
An invisible suction force emanated from his palm, not targeting the physical object, but acting directly on the remaining mark.
A faint, almost invisible, gray aura, as if summoned, slowly emerged from that area.
It eventually coalesced into a mass of air about the size of a fist, constantly twisting and changing, with countless tiny spaces seemingly creating and disappearing inside.
This energy flow exudes a unique Daoist charm—ethereal, sharp, and imposing, defining direction—it is the original aura belonging to the Daoist of Heaven and Earth!
At the same time, Zhen Yuanzi had a thought, and the damaged Qiankun Cauldron emerged from his body and hovered in front of him.
The cauldron remains ancient and simple, with the fingerprint indentation clearly visible, its spiritual light restrained.
But when that wisp of Qiankun Daoist's aura was drawn in, the Qiankun Cauldron emitted an extremely faint sound.
A tremor carrying a hint of lamentation and resonance.
Inside the cauldron, the core origin mark belonging to the Daoist of Qiankun rippled like a pebble thrown into water, clearly resonating with the aura outside.
"Just as I expected." Zhen Yuanzi said calmly, as if everything was under control.
He made a hand seal with his left hand, causing the illusory image of the "Classic of Mountains and Seas" to flash behind him. A surge of pure and abundant Earth element essence fell like sweet rain, quickly smoothing out the slight disturbance to the earth's veins caused by absorbing the energy earlier.
To restore it to its original state without damaging its fundamental structure.
Having done all this, Zhen Yuanzi held the aura of the Qiankun Daoist in his hand and his gaze fell on the Qiankun Cauldron, which was trembling slightly.
"Using this as a starting point, and the tripod as a medium, we trace back to the source, leaving no place to hide!"
He let out a low shout, and the "Earth Chaos Scripture" within his body suddenly began to operate. The vast magical power of the mid-stage perfected Hunyuan Golden Immortal surged into that mass of energy and the Qiankun Cauldron like a galaxy bursting its banks.
The hazy, gray aura instantly came to life, transforming into countless intricate and profound runes that swirled and danced around the Qiankun Cauldron.
Stimulated by the magic power, the patterns of the sun, moon, stars, earth, water, fire, and wind on the Qiankun Cauldron once again lit up faintly. In particular, the space at the mouth of the cauldron began to distort, vaguely pointing in a blurry direction.
This is an extremely profound tracking technique. By using an item (the Qiankun Cauldron) that is deeply connected to the target and its residual primordial aura, it can overcome spatial barriers and lock onto the target's true location through causal connections at the level of the Great Dao.
This technique demands extremely high skill from the practitioner. Unless Zhen Yuanzi's cultivation level is higher than that of the injured Qiankun Daoist and he possesses his natal treasure, it would be extremely difficult for him to perform it.
"Found it!" A glint flashed in Zhen Yuanzi's eyes as he clearly detected a distant and obscure coordinate from the direction pointed to by the Qiankun Cauldron and the feedback from the causal lines.
The coordinates were not fixed, but were moving slowly. It was clear that Qiankun Daoist was also constantly changing his hiding place, but his approximate location had already been exposed!
"Walk!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Zhen Yuanzi transformed into a streak of dark yellow light, following the mysterious sensation, and soared into the sky.
Seeing this, Hongyun was not surprised at all by Zhen Yuanzi's methods, nor did she have any doubts. A flash of crimson light appeared around her, and she followed closely behind as if she had teleported. The two of them were connected by their auras, as if they were one, and their speed soared to the extreme.
The vast and boundless land stretches for countless billions of miles.
Mountains and rivers, vast marshes and deserts, starry realms—all sorts of wondrous sights rushed past beneath their feet. With their combined cultivation as Primordial Golden Immortals, their speed, achieved at full speed, far surpassed the imagination of ordinary Great Luo Golden Immortals. With each step, mountains and rivers shifted, and stars and moon revolved.
Their route led directly westward into the primordial wilderness.
The western continent was not barren at this time; like the east, it was rich in spiritual energy and abundant in natural resources.
The majestic mountain range stretches endlessly, containing abundant rare minerals and treasures;
The vast forest stretches to the horizon, where countless immortal herbs and spiritual roots grow.
The mighty rivers rush into the sea, nourishing countless living things.
However, it is only compared to the prosperity of the East and the grandeur of the Central Plains.
The western lands possess a more desolate and ancient atmosphere, with some hidden and powerful entities lurking there, causing undercurrents to surge beneath the surface of prosperity.
Just as they crossed some invisible boundary and ventured deep into the heart of the western continent.
In a hidden grotto shrouded by layers of innate demonic arrays, the Demon Ancestor Rahu suddenly awoke from his slumber. The phantom images of the Four Immortal-Slaying Swords trembled silently behind him, emanating a sharp sword intent capable of cutting through everything.
"Zhen Yuanzi—and that red cloud—"
Rahu's crimson eyes pierced through the void, landing on the two fleeting streaks in the western sky. "How dare they step into the western lands—and carry such intense killing intent and—the aura of the Qiankun Cauldron?"
His demonic thoughts, like an invisible spider web, quietly attached themselves to the void's veins, sensing the movements of those two powerful auras from afar.
He could clearly sense the primordial aura belonging to the Qiankun Daoist in Zhen Yuanzi's hand, as well as the mournful cry of the Qiankun Cauldron, which was entangled with him causally and was already damaged.
"Interesting—he's actually going to hunt down that old waste Qiankun." A cold smile curled at the corner of Luo Hou's lips.
"It seems that this man from Wanshou Mountain is even more decisive than I thought. Very well—let's watch you two fight like dogs. Whoever lives or dies will benefit my grand plan."
His eyes gleamed with a sinister light as he considered countless possibilities in an instant.
Now that the initial calamity of the Dragon-Han era is approaching but not yet arrived, and the Heavenly Dao has retreated, it is the crucial time for him to secretly accumulate power and sow the seeds of demonic influence.
Hongjun and Yangmei's old rivals are all lying low, so now is not the best time for him to personally stir up trouble.
"However—now that we've come to the West, we should leave some mark—"
With a slight thought, Luo Hou sent out an invisible and intangible demonic thought, containing the ultimate allure and depravity, which drifted silently toward the direction Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun were heading, like a dandelion seed.
This demonic thought was not an attack, but a seed, a seed that might trigger a mental tribulation in the future.
Taro never does anything pointless. Since the prey has delivered itself to his doorstep, why not leave a souvenir?
As Zhen Yuanzi sped along following his senses, a sudden thought stirred within him. It was as if a faint, extremely subtle, chilling aura was trying to taint his Dao heart, but it was instantly crushed and dissolved into nothingness by the chaotic Dao rhythm and the will of the earth that flowed naturally around him.
"Hmph, demons and monsters." Zhen Yuanzi sneered inwardly. He knew this was Luo's doing, but he didn't expose it.
The primary target now is Qiankun Daoist; it is not advisable to create unnecessary complications.
He simply activated the "Earth Chaos Scripture," and an even more powerful and profound chaotic aura enveloped himself and the red clouds beside him, isolating him from all external demonic interference.
Although Hongyun did not notice Luo's demonic thoughts, he did feel that his fellow Daoist's aura seemed to have become more concentrated. He assumed that Zhen Yuanzi was adjusting his state in preparation for the upcoming battle and did not think much of it. He remained focused and followed closely behind.