nyslfriends Chapter 1800: Tortoise Stone Shattered Jade Talisman Shines!
Chapter 1800: Tortoise Stone Shattered Jade Talisman Shines!
In this regard.
Sha Minghong's expression remained unchanged, and there was no surprise in his eyes.
"After all, it is only a temporary measure. No matter how powerful the secret technique is, it is indeed a bit difficult to completely seal the origin of this law without the power of the Nascent Soul stage."
To suppress it to this extent is already quite an achievement.
Immediately.
Sha Minghong reached out and made a gesture, his movements elegant and casual, yet carrying an undeniable sense of control.
Standing high above the crimson barrier, the [Hellish World-Destroying Demon], casting endless shadows and suppressing all directions, trembled violently.
An unprecedentedly dazzling blood-red light erupted from his body, illuminating the entire barrier in crimson!
Then,
This enormous millstone began to spin and shrink rapidly, expanding by tens of thousands of feet, thousands of feet, hundreds of feet...
Ultimately, it transformed into a highly refined stream of blood-red light, like a bird returning to its nest, instantly disappearing into the depths of Sha Minghong's brow and sea of consciousness.
at the same time,
The restless earth elemental source within Sha Minghong's body was suppressed by this supreme spiritual treasure...
It was finally completely banned, and things have temporarily returned to calm.
Similarly, with the [Purgatory Annihilation Millstone] being retrieved, the strength of the blood-red barrier, which was originally as stable as a divine mountain and isolated the inside from the outside, immediately plummeted.
Looking again...
High in the sky, a crimson barrier occupied a vast expanse of space, emanating a chilling aura.
Like a thin mist blown away by the wind, it slowly fades and dissipates.
Not long!
The crimson color faded, and the barrier vanished without a trace.
A majestic figure clearly appeared, standing in mid-air.
Although his robes were slightly torn and stained with blood, his posture was upright, his eyes were disdainful, and although the destructive aura he had displayed earlier was gone,
Yet it naturally exudes an invisible majesty that commands the universe and overlooks all living beings.
Its very existence seemed to make it the center of heaven and earth.
His gaze swept over the deserted battlefield...
next moment.
Sha Minghong's figure flickered and disappeared.
the other side.
Deep within the Xuan Turtle Clan, an ancient palace called the "Hall of Destiny Stones" stands majestically.
The entire palace was constructed of massive, dark black stones, giving it a solemn and imposing appearance.
Its internal layout is even more unique, featuring a circular structure and a high, wide dome.
It looked as if a giant tortoise shell had been turned upside down.
It symbolizes the protection and continuation of a people.
The palace's circular inner wall is lined with countless niches arranged like a honeycomb.
Each shrine is carved from warm, lustrous jade, and inlaid inside are pieces of strange stones covered with natural tortoise shell patterns.
These are the unique "natal tortoise stones" of the Xuan Turtle Clan, which are closely related to the life and soul of the clan members.
Each tortoise-shaped stone emitted a faint halo.
Like breathing, flickering and uncertain.
It represents the lifeblood of a member of the clan.
Looking around, although all the tortoise-shaped stones are exactly the same size and shape, the light emanating from them varies greatly in intensity, just like the myriad forms of life.
The light was dim.
As faint as a candle flickering in the wind, it sways uncertainly, as if it might be extinguished completely at any moment, which is heartbreaking;
And those with the most intense light
It shone brightly, like the sun blazing across the sky, its radiant colors almost blinding.
It symbolizes the owner's boundless vitality and profound cultivation.
The atmosphere inside the hall was oppressive at that moment.
As time passed, amidst the deathly silence, a series of chilling, crisp cracking sounds echoed continuously.
Click!
Click! Click! !
The sounds were initially scattered, then became more frequent, like cracks spreading across the surface of an autumn frozen lake.
Following the sound, they saw that the light emanating from the tortoise-shaped stones in the shrines on all four walls had suddenly gone out without warning.
It was as if the flame of his soul had been extinguished by an invisible hand.
Then,
The stone surface, covered with mysterious patterns, cracked open from top to bottom with a long and grotesque fissure, completely losing all its spirituality.
The point of light representing the life of a member of the Xuan Turtle Clan vanished forever.
Such scenes of the tortoise-shaped stone shattering and its light fading are constantly playing out within this magnificent Hall of Destiny Stones.
Like a silent storm of death, it swept away the future of the Xuan Turtle Clan.
With each "click" sound...
This also means that a member of the clan has fallen on a distant battlefield.
Or perhaps they slumbered and passed away in some forbidden place.
A somber atmosphere permeated the cold air.
A corner inside the palace!
An elderly man with white hair and beard, and a hunched back, sat cross-legged, the heavy tortoise shell on his back bearing the marks of time.
He is the guardian of this palace and a senior demon lord of the Xuan Turtle Clan.
Gazing at the scene before him, which seemed to be constantly fading away like falling stars, his cloudy eyes were filled with an overwhelming sense of sorrow and grief.
Each crisp sound was like a blow to his heart, making his back seem to bend even more.
"well--!"
A long, heavy sigh echoed in the empty hall, filled with helplessness and sorrow.
"The Black Spirit Tiger Shark clan's attack this time is too fierce..."
This catastrophe has claimed countless lives of our elite, and we fear we will soon face a long period of transition, marked by a severe loss of talent and vitality.
The old man muttered to himself in a low, hoarse voice.
"I hope... I hope that the Ancestor can defeat the great enemy as soon as possible and end this soon!"
To preserve a bit of our heritage.
Thinking of this,
The old man involuntarily raised his head and cast his hopeful gaze toward the most central and magnificent shrine in the circular hall.
The shrine was crafted from a single piece of ten-thousand-year-old warm jade, several times taller than the other shrines, and surrounded by a misty spiritual aura.
Inside the shrine, there is a radiant stone that shines like a miniature sun, illuminating the surroundings.
The tortoise shell patterns on it seem to contain the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, flowing endlessly.
Previously, this supreme shrine housed the pillar that once held up the heavens for the Xuan Turtle Clan—
The natal tortoise stone of the Demon Lord Xuanba.
However, with the unexpected fall of the Demon Lord Xuanba, the tortoise stone in the shrine has been replaced by another Nascent Soul ancestor in the clan who had been asleep for many years and was forced to be awakened to deal with the crisis.
This is precisely what makes the Xuan Turtle clan significantly different from other races.
Ordinary races might only set up soul lamps and soul strategies for important members to monitor their life or death.
However, a powerful expert at the Nascent Soul stage would not leave any room for exploitation.
Not to mention traces of connection between energy, such as soul lamps.
However, the Xuan Turtle Clan is naturally quiet and loves to sleep. Regardless of their cultivation level, they can sleep for years at a time.
There are even ancestors who cut off all contact with the outside world, quietly exhausting their lifespan in a long slumber and passing away peacefully.
It is because of this special habit that the Xuan Turtle Clan has developed a unique tradition of refining a life-bound turtle stone for the entire clan, regardless of rank, and enshrining it in the Life Stone Hall, so as to know the life and death status of every clan member at any time.
The most revered shrine in the center of the main hall has always been dedicated to the tortoise stone of the current deity ancestor, symbolizing the tribe's highest fighting strength and spiritual pillar in the present era.
Just as the old demon lord guarding the stone was silently praying, hoping that his ancestor could turn the tide, defeat the powerful enemy, and lead the Xuan Turtle Clan through this crisis...
A sudden change occurred!
A particularly clear and piercing cracking sound, like a thunderclap, resounded in this silent and sorrowful space.
"Crack——!"
The sound originated from the supreme shrine at the center of the main hall!
The old man's body jolted violently, and he abruptly looked up, his cloudy eyes widening instantly as he stared intently at the central shrine.
Inside the shrine, the ancestral tortoise stone, which had once shone like the sun and dispelled the gloom in the hall, suddenly lost its brilliant light and fell into eternal, deathly darkness!
Not only that,
On the smooth stone surface, a jagged crack rapidly spread down from the top.
Like a fatal wound, it is deeply imprinted on it!
The ancestor's natal tortoise stone... is shattered!
"No...impossible!"
“How is this possible?!
Ancestor... Ancestor... How could he..."
The old demon king, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, was struck as if by lightning. He froze on the spot, his lips trembling, and he uttered incoherent words of horror.
He couldn't believe his eyes.
They were even less willing to believe the meaning behind the cruel scene before them.
The Nascent Soul Ancestor, the pillar of his clan, actually... perished?
The immense shock and panic were like ice water poured over his head, instantly chilling him to the bone.
After a long while, the weathered old demon king guarding the stone finally managed to struggle out of his boundless horror and forcibly suppress his mind, which was on the verge of collapse.
Then, a deeper fear gripped him—
With the patriarch gone, the clan has lost its greatest asset, and the battle on the front lines is bound to collapse.
The entire Xuan Turtle Clan is about to face annihilation!
His withered hands trembled as he hurriedly reached into his robes and pulled out an emergency communication jade talisman engraved with a black tortoise totem.
He took a deep breath, trying to keep his voice from trembling too much, and focused his divine sense and voice into a single beam, carrying endless fear and heaviness, and quickly sank into the jade talisman.
The news was undoubtedly a devastating and shocking piece of bad news.
A short while later, the message was delivered.
The old man seemed to have all his strength drained away; he slumped down, putting down the jade talisman, his eyes unfocused and lifeless.
He simply stared blankly at the now-dimmed shrine in the center.
He muttered to himself unconsciously:
"Our ancestor has perished... The pillar of heaven has fallen..."
Then, what does the future hold for our clan?
The whisper, barely audible, was filled with despair and confusion.
a long time,
He seemed to regain a bit of strength, and with his hands, covered in age spots and trembling, he supported himself on the ground and stood up with great difficulty and shakiness.
He took one last look at the tortoise-shaped stone, which shattered into pieces throughout the hall like a lament, and then, with faltering steps, carried an endless sorrow and heaviness in his heart.
Step by step, they walked toward the heavy gate of the Hall of Fate Stone.
His back was hunched over.
It was as if he had aged a thousand years in an instant.
at the same time.
Hundreds of millions of miles away, in a corner of the battlefield stained with blood and violent demonic power.
Space was distorted, and the spiritual energy wailed.
The terrifying energy turbulence tore at the heavens and earth like an invisible behemoth, and any ordinary creature that got too close would be instantly crushed into dust.
Right there on this chaotic battlefield, waves of immense spiritual energy surged forth like an apocalyptic tsunami.
Accompanying this destructive wave were the clear, resonant tolling of bells that struck straight to the soul and sent shivers down one's spine!
When——!
Clang! Clang!
The sound of the bell was not a majestic and righteous sound, but rather carried a strange and alluring magic.
The pitch-black sound waves, visible to the naked eye, spread wildly in all directions, like a death wave sweeping out from the deepest abyss.
Wherever the sound waves passed, they affected even the demon warriors who were engaged in battle.
Or are they innocent marine creatures caught in the crossfire of war?
They were all terrified, their eyes instantly dimming.
As if all their spirit had been drained away, they had been reduced to empty shells.
Like dumplings being dropped into a pot, they fell helplessly from the sky, crashing into the endless, cold ocean below, creating a few ripples before falling completely silent.
Whether they are unintelligent marine creatures or intelligent, cultivated demons...
Faced with this indiscriminate attack on the soul, there is almost no power to resist; one is instantly killed upon contact!
however,
A powerful figure who unleashed such terrifying techniques—
The figure in question was a tall, thin, slender sea lizard-like half-deity, wielding a jet-black soul-destroying bell engraved with a ferocious black dragon relief.
However, they do not have the upper hand at this moment.
On the contrary, he was being pushed back by a fierce and steady offensive from an opponent, and looked quite disheveled.
His opponent was none other than an old man with a towering, mountain-like figure and a huge, dark tortoise shell on his back.
The old man had an ancient face, sharp eyes, and a vast, powerful demonic aura emanating from him. With every gesture, he seemed to manipulate the power of heaven and earth.
A thick, earthy-yellow light intertwined with surging demonic power.
Forming impenetrable defenses and unleashing wave after wave of powerful attacks, they relentlessly suppressed the Soul-Destroying Bell Wave, a half-saint of the Sea Lizard Clan.
It was none other than the great elder of the Xuan Turtle Clan, the incomparably powerful Wu Yang Half-Venerable!
Looking up, the two figures in the sky seemed like demons from ancient times, each clash unleashing earth-shattering power.
Wu Yang's half-saint's fist imprint was as large as a mountain, and his palm wind was as strong as the sea, forcing the sea lizard clan half-saint to continuously use the Soul-Destroying Bell to block. Although the sound of the bell was fierce, it could not hide his defeat.
The occasional counterattacks from the Sea Lizard Clan's demigods, unleashing jet-black sonic blades and poison-based magical abilities, struck the tortoise-shell defenses or condensed water shields of Wu Yang's demigod...
It only stirs up a dazzling display of light, but it's difficult to truly break through the defenses.
The aftershocks of their battle swept in all directions, causing space to constantly distort and vibrate.
The blinding light, like tiny suns bursting and fading upon collision, was dazzling.
Even this stable天地 (heaven and earth) seemed unable to withstand the full force of the clash between these two demigods, emitting a humming sound as if it could not bear the strain.
Ripples spread across the void.
It looked as if it might shatter at any moment.
Given this trend...
Barring any unforeseen circumstances, as time goes by, Wu Yang, the Half-Venerable, has a very good chance of gradually accumulating advantages, ultimately severely damaging or even defeating this powerful enemy, and winning a crucial battle for the Xuan Turtle Clan.
Just as Wu Yang, a half-master, struck his opponent with the Xuan Turtle Shaking the Sea Fist, causing his blood and qi to surge, and he regained the initiative...
A sudden change occurred!
A soft yet urgent light suddenly emanated from within his wide sleeves.
At the same time, a gentle yet undeniable force, like water dripping on stone, gently struck the depths of his mind.
"what happened?"
Wu Yang, a half-saint, frowned almost imperceptibly, but his offensive did not diminish in the slightest, continuing to suppress his opponent like a raging storm.
"Didn't I already give orders? Unless the clan is in dire straits, facing a life-or-death crisis?"
Should we absolutely not use this emergency communication jade talisman?
Could it be..."
"···"
...(End of this chapter)