nyslfriends Chapter 1723 [Spirit Summoning Incense], Chengruo!
Chapter 1723 [Spirit Summoning Incense], Chengruo!
call--!
These words are like pouring a ladle of ice water into a pot of boiling oil!
Inside the cage, the deathly silence was instantly ignited by an even more intense rage!
"you……!"
"You scoundrel! How dare you!"
Several of the most hot-tempered elders nearly broke free of their cages.
"...This infuriates me!"
How dare this brat show such disrespect to his elders!
Curses and the sounds of demonic energy boiling rose and fell. Several half-saint elders were so angry that their faces turned purple, and their auras fluctuated violently, causing the light of the scarlet cage to sway wildly like a candle in the wind, almost collapsing!
however……
After the fury crashed down like a raging storm, a chilling coldness quietly spread through the hearts of every elder.
Can't refute.
Although 'Sha Minghong' used hurtful and even extremely insulting words, ...
The harsh reality is that what He said... is true!
At this moment, they are like fish on a chopping board, their lives entirely in the hands of others.
In this situation of absolute disadvantage, where the opponent clearly possesses overwhelming power and controls the situation...
A lie that can be verified at any time by "contacting the ancestors" is indeed meaningless.
Only the most foolish madman would say that.
This thought gnawed at the minds of several experienced elders like a venomous snake.
After a brief, almost irrational rage came a deeper chill, chilled by the coldness of reality.
The gazes of several semi-elder clansmen briefly and imperceptibly crossed in the crimson light.
The unspoken thoughts were quickly conveyed and confirmed in the sharp exchange of their eyes.
No words were spoken, but that brief exchange of unspoken understanding was enough to express everything—
Whether it's true or false, it must be verified immediately!
Immediately, the last trace of hesitation on the face of the elder with gray hair and beard disappeared completely, replaced by an extremely heavy determination.
He didn't waste any more words, nor did he seek 'Sha Minghong's' consent again—
Since the other party has said they won't stop us, there's no need for formalities!
His withered, claw-like right hand suddenly shot out!
The demonic power in his palm gathered like a vortex, and space suddenly distorted.
next moment--
hum!
A long incense stick, about a foot long, crystal clear and as if carved from purple-gold divine jade, appeared out of thin air and lay quietly in his palm!
The moment this fragrance is released!
An ancient, weathered energy, seemingly imbued with the power of one's very bloodline, instantly spread out.
It even faintly pierced through the barrier of the scarlet cage!
Its surface is covered with mysterious runes, its radiance is restrained yet its aura is vast!
Almost at the same instant that the purple-gold incense appeared!
The remaining elders inside the cage all moved with lightning speed, as if by unspoken agreement.
Instantly, a protective formation was formed, with interconnected elements and circulating energy, tightly guarding the elder holding the incense in the center!
Their gazes, like those of the most vigilant falcons, were fixed on 'Sha Minghong' outside the cage, in the void, their demonic power surging to its limit within them.
Be prepared to respond to any thunderous attack it may launch!
What could possibly make a group of arrogant and haughty semi-saints so tense and on high alert?
The origin and function of this incense are self-evident.
This is precisely one of the core strengths that the Black Tiger Shark clan has inherited for thousands of years—
Incense for spiritual communication!
Its function is simple, yet it can be described as miraculous:
Ignoring spatial barriers and penetrating most array restrictions, it directly communicates with the supreme will of the Nascent Soul Demon Lord within the clan!
Even as long as this incense is lit, it will affect the spirit master in whatever state he is in (including the deepest slumber).
They can all be forcibly guided to awaken and descend, in order to stabilize the world!
Its value is immeasurable.
Unless it is a matter of fundamental importance concerning the survival of the tribe, there is absolutely no possibility of using it!
Immediately.
Without further hesitation, the leading elder flicked out a drop of primordial fire from his fingertip.
呲——
A wisp of pure, crystal-clear pale blue flame rose and gently licked the tip of the purple-gold incense stick.
Wisps of smoke rose gently into the air.
This wisp of green smoke was exceptionally strange, unimpeded by anything, ignoring the existence of the scarlet light cage, and went straight through!
Like a thin, winding blue line rising from nothingness, it ascends gracefully yet resolutely.
Finally, it merged into the endless darkness at the edge of this void, disappearing completely...
It was as if they had gone to another unknowable and unpredictable dimension.
Inside the cage, time seemed to be stretched and frozen by an invisible force.
Only that single stick of purple-gold incense burned silently and steadily in the blue flames.
The mysterious runes flowing across the body gradually faded as the body shortened.
With each passing minute and second, a precious wisp of "spiritual power" was burned away, sending out a call to the unknown.
now.
The clan elder, holding the "Spirit Communication Incense," had his gaze fixed on the burning incense, his face as stiff as cast iron.
Only his constantly dilating pupils betrayed the turbulent unease and anticipation surging within him like a volcano.
The other elders protecting the Dharma also gradually changed their expressions from initial rage and vigilance to a solemn and anxious one...
Eventually, it was consumed by the spreading fear.
They exchanged glances, and in each other's eyes, a growing shadow could be seen—
too long!
That reaction time... is highly unusual!
In the past, incense was lit to invoke the gods, regardless of the outcome.
There will always be clear feedback or inspiration.
Whether it was authority or dissatisfaction... it would never have disappeared like this, vanishing without a trace!
The wisps of smoke seemed to be swallowed by a black hole, bringing no response whatsoever.
Outside the scarlet cage.
Deep in the void, 'Sha Minghong' still stood with his hands behind his back.
His eyelids were slightly closed, and his expression was so leisurely that it seemed as if he was simply enjoying a one-man show that had nothing to do with him.
That confident and composed demeanor, calmly awaiting the inevitable bloom and fade of life, formed a stark contrast to the increasingly oppressive and panicked atmosphere within the cage.
The body is getting shorter and shorter.
The elder holding the incense began to tremble uncontrollably, and the color in his face, etched with the lines of time, faded at a visible speed, turning as white as a cold, hard rock.
A chilling, bone-chilling fear finally surged from the soles of my feet up my spine and straight to the top of my head!
The faces of the other elders also changed drastically, turning ashen and deathly pale, with fine beads of cold sweat even seeping from their foreheads.
The lingering hope in my heart, like incense ash that has burned out, peels away and crumbles inch by inch.
at last!
laugh……
The last spark flickered before being extinguished completely at the base of the incense burner.
A wisp of extremely faint blue smoke, like a sigh, swirled weakly within the cage, and then...
It vanished completely, merging into the deathly silence of the void, leaving no trace whatsoever.
pat.
A tiny speck of grayish-white incense ash slipped from the chief elder's trembling fingertips and drifted into the air.
Like... the dust left after all hope has completely collapsed.
this moment--
Inside the scarlet cage, time seemed to stand still forever.
All the semi-elders guarding the area froze completely.
Their heads hung low, some staring blankly at the last speck of ash, others intently fixed on the chief elder's hand, which had instantly turned bloodless, the last glimmer of light in his eyes...
Like that wisp of smoke, it was completely extinguished.
A deathly silence of despair, so heavy it could crush the soul.
This deathly silence was colder and more chilling than ever before.
In the void, 'Sha Minghong', who had been standing still like a sculpture, finally slowly raised his eyelids.
His gaze calmly swept over the listless, ashen faces in the cage, passing over the chief elder whose figure had slightly hunched over, as if he had aged a hundred years in an instant.
A barely perceptible, cold smile slowly curved the corners of his lips.
That question, tinged with a subtle, almost mocking glint, pierced the deathly silence with the precision of an icicle:
"how?"
"Have you made contact?"
The air was thick with a suffocating heaviness.
Inside the scarlet cage, the elders of the Black Tiger Shark Clan seemed to have been struck on the head by an invisible giant hammer, their figures frozen, like several reefs embedded in the light and shadow.
The oppressive silence, like a deep-sea undercurrent, surged silently in the narrow space.
After a long while, someone slowly raised their head, which was covered with the marks of time. Their cloudy eyes pierced through the cage-like barrier of blood-red runes and locked onto the figure standing tall in the void.
"Our ancestors...were they really..."
The elder spoke, his voice dry and strained, like a dull knife scraping against rusty iron; each syllable carried a heart-wrenching pain.
"...Fallen?"
Standing in the void, 'Sha Minghong' remained completely still, as if he were in another invisible force field.
Faced with this poignant question, He merely nodded slightly.
His face was calm to the point of indifference, without a single word of explanation or comfort.
The cruel reality crashed down on the hearts of the elders like a heavy block of ice.
Time passed slowly amidst the oppression.
The deathly silence inside the cage was replaced by heavy, labored breathing.
The elders' chests heaved violently as the unbelievable news churned a tidal wave in their minds, shattering their established beliefs and the cornerstone of their faith in the future of their tribe.
They need time to chew, to swallow, and to force themselves to accept this cruel truth that could overturn everything.
Finally, after the initial shock subsided slightly, 'Sha Minghong's' cold voice, like an icicle falling to the ground, once again shattered the frozen atmosphere:
"Now that things have come to this, there's no point in dwelling on it."
His gaze slowly swept over every face in the cage, his eyes deep and seemingly able to pierce through all illusions.
"Our clan's fate is in grave danger; we have no way out."
"Elders..." 'Sha Minghong's' voice suddenly rose, carrying an undeniable determination and an almost seductive ambition as he continued:
"You have all witnessed my methods."
As long as the Nascent Soul Venerable does not appear, who in the world can be my opponent?
"Would the second-in-command be willing to follow me... to unify the True Dragon Sea?"
"With the combined strength of our clan and the resources of the four seas, we will seize this fleeting opportunity to defy fate!"
His voice created a strange vibration on the seabed, causing the surrounding seawater to hum silently.
"We must lay the foundation for another Nascent Soul cultivator for our clan in the shortest possible time!"
Only in this way can we, amidst the chaos to come... provide shelter and protection for our people!
'Sha Minghong' paused slightly, leaving a moment for people to imagine.
Immediately!
He then offered an even more enticing idea, like a dazzling pearl thrown into deep water:
“Not only that,” he said, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing at the corners of his lips.
"If one could take control of the entire True Dragon Sea and gather the essence of the endless sea's resources..."
"Why not give birth to a few more Nascent Soul cultivators?!"
His gaze, sharp as torches, swept over the faces ashen with pain:
"Furthermore, I will give you the right of first choice!"
Om-!
These words were like a torch being lit by a bright light in the darkness!
Inside the scarlet cage, the elders, who were originally immersed in grief and a huge blow, suddenly had their pupils shrink!
In that instant, the words "produce a few more Nascent Soul cultivators" were like the most intense flames, dispelling the despair and gloom deep in their eyes and suddenly bursting forth with an uncontrollable, blazing light called hope!
They were all ancient monsters who had cultivated for hundreds or even thousands of years; the promise hidden deep within 'Sha Minghong's' words—
That means a tremendous opportunity to truly break through the bottleneck of the Nascent Soul stage, how could one not hear it?
however!
The greater the opportunity, the more treacherous the abyss.
After a brief moment of excitement, a chilling feeling stemming from experience and caution quickly crept into my heart.
One of the elders, with graying temples and a deep, iron-like aura, showed obvious doubt on his face, which was deeply wrinkled like the ravines at the bottom of the sea.
His Adam's apple bobbed, and with a hint of barely concealed wariness and probing, he asked in a hoarse voice:
"Your Highness...is what you say true?" He stared intently at the figure in the void, carefully choosing each word.
"You mean...we old folks stuck at the bottleneck..."
"Is it possible... is it possible to have such a stroke of luck?"
The moment the words fell,
The other elders, as if drawn by invisible threads, all focused their gazes on 'Sha Minghong', even holding their breath slightly.
The immense unease that had previously gripped his heart was forcibly suppressed by this enormous temptation concerning the very foundation of his own path.
Like a temporarily receding undercurrent.
Apparently!
Regardless of race or bloodline?
Once you embark on this long path to immortality, the desire to attain eternal life becomes an instinct ingrained in your very bones!
This is especially true for those "half-saint" cultivators who have been stuck at the threshold of the Nascent Soul stage for years...
That yearning for a breakthrough opportunity has transcended the grief and unease brought about by the rise and fall of the race, becoming the clearest and most exciting thought before our eyes!
In the void.
'Sha Minghong' seemed to have long understood their surging desires and concerns.
Facing those complex gazes, a mixture of ecstasy, greed, fear, and probing, He remained as steady as a mountain, slowly nodding His head, His movement carrying an unshakeable majesty:
"Not bad!"
Its sound is like the tolling of a bell, resonating on a spiritual level:
"I hereby swear: if this is accomplished, all the [Law-based Spiritual Objects] obtained through the search, and all the spiritual essence that helps in comprehending the origin of heaven and earth... you will have the primary right of choice!"
'Sha Minghong's' gaze was as tangible as a mark, imprinting itself on every elder:
"To help you comprehend the supreme Daoist truth contained within, and break through the bottleneck that has troubled you for so many years!"
This promise weighed heavier than a mountain, directly shaking the minds of several clan elders!
...(End of this chapter)