nyslfriends Chapter 1708, Part 4: The Elephant Imprisoned by the Dragon Under the Dark Lamp
Chapter 1708, Part 4: The Elephant Imprisoned by the Dragon Under the Dark Lamp
In just a moment...
Azure Dragon raises its head!
White Tiger roars!
The Vermilion Bird spreads its wings!
Xuanwu roared!
Four towering, majestic, and sacred phantoms of true spirits appeared in the four cardinal directions the instant the sword formation was formed!
They are not illusions, but rather the projections of the four elements' rules condensed under this peerless sword formation!
The vast and boundless power of the laws of origin, mixed with the annihilation sword energy of the [Chaos Dao Tribulation Sword] itself, transformed into a cage where chaos and order intertwined.
The instant the Four Symbols Sword Formation was formed...
It actually managed to envelop the roaring, blood-red dragon, which represented the pure law of destruction, in this desolate area constructed by sword light and true spirits!
Within the desolate region...
The sword light was dazzling and beautiful to the extreme, yet it concealed endless killing intent.
Like a destructive waterfall of stars crashing down on the blood-red dragon that was capable of annihilating the world!
Two forces, representing completely different laws yet equally terrifying, clashed in the most primal and devastating way.
boom!
Boom boom boom——! ! !
Like billions of stars detonating simultaneously in a small space!
The core of the law cage constructed by the Four Symbols Sword Formation emitted a terrifying roar powerful enough to shake the very origin of spacetime!
The terrifying sound waves and energy turbulence, like a bursting dam, crashed, annihilated, and tore apart within the sword formation!
The entire space, which had been temporarily stabilized by the power of the sword formation, suddenly began to violently tremble and sway like a small boat in a giant wave!
Right at the heart of this energy storm, powerful enough to make any bystander lose their composure...
Standing in mid-air, Cheng Buzheng's figure was like a rock in a storm, seemingly stable, but his hands behind his back were performing a rapid hand seal that exceeded the limits of his senses under the perfect cover of the chaos and noise!
His five fingers flew across the paper, so fast that only a fleeting afterimage remained.
Each hand seal draws upon the most refined essence of the laws and divine will!
The deafening crashes outside became his best cover!
Just as the shadows of the Four Symbols True Spirits collided with the Blood Dragon of Slaughter, unleashing the strongest interference and causing a brief, one-ten-thousandth of a moment of distortion and disorder in the spacetime perception within the entire sword formation!
"Congeal!"
A mark, no bigger than a grain of rice, yet imbued with Cheng Buzheng's painstaking efforts, quietly took shape in the void behind him!
This mark perfectly concealed all fluctuations of energy, as if it were merely an insignificant speck of dust in the void.
"disease!"
Cheng Buzheng's eyes remained expressionless, but inwardly he roared like thunder.
His fingers, hidden behind his back, moved with a seemingly slow yet swift motion, gently tapping the chaotic spatial node—
The movement was so subtle it was almost imperceptible!
laugh!
Like a needle piercing through thin gauze!
A tiny spatial rift, thinner than a hair, formed and healed in an instant, quietly appeared under the onslaught of the violent energy flow!
The light formed from that imprint was faster than thought and senses, carrying Cheng Buzheng's will and expectations, and precisely drilled into it, disappearing completely into this void.
The whole process was smooth and silent!
From the condensation of the imprint to the cracking of space and then the entry of the flowing light, it was all completed cleanly and efficiently, buried under the loud collision of laws and the energy storm that was enough to interfere with the perception of the Void Refiner.
There was not the slightest hint of anything unusual about it!
In the distant void, the high priest, clad in a blood-red robe, intently focused his crimson eyes on the clash at the core of the sword formation, sensing the formation's limits and calculating the timing of his next strike...
His lips even maintained a cold, indifferent curve, as if he were in complete control.
Cheng Buzheng's unimaginable "blind spot" operation actually managed to deceive this terrifying Void Refinement Old Monster right under his nose!
however!
Is it really that smooth sailing?
Just as Cheng Buzheng successfully delivered that crucial mark, his nerves relaxed slightly.
Even as his hands, clasped behind his back, began forming another, more complex hand seal, attempting to exploit the chaos to continue seizing core control of the formation—
hum! ! !
Standing in the raging void, the high priest's cold and ruthless blood-red pupils suddenly revealed a faint glimmer of light that seemed to see through everything!
Has He already focused part of His mind on the core of this world-shaking formation?
Therefore, just as Cheng Buzheng's new seal, attempting to infiltrate and tamper with authority, invaded the core of the formation...
His vast and boundless divine sense immediately detected an unusually obscure yet clearly intentional "extraordinary force," like oil dripping into water, attempting to forcibly integrate into the originally solid and stable structure of authority!
"Humph!"
A cold snort, filled with endless chill and mockery, pierced through the surrounding violent energy noise like a sharp ice spike!
"Junior! Just as I predicted!" The high priest's smile deepened, transforming into utter disdain and murderous intent.
"Do you really think this little trick to deceive the heavens and the sea can fool me?"
"I'm just using you to lure the snake out of its hole!"
"You dare to use my very foundational formation to turn against me? What a fool!"
With a thought as swift as lightning, He launched a long-awaited, hidden attack!
"Break!"
It wasn't a grand incantation, but rather a cold, cruel divine command...
Buzz—! ! ! !
The vast golden sky covering the entire forbidden sea area seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible hand!
In the next instant, the entire world underwent a heart-stopping transformation.
Above the sky, billions of golden lights pulsated violently like a heart that flickered on and off.
Sometimes it shines with dazzling light!
The boundless golden light, like countless sharp spears of light, tore through the darkness, shattering the void into pieces, and illuminating the blood sea below as if it were a boiling golden furnace!
The light was extremely domineering, carrying an undeniable pressure!
Sometimes it happens in an instant!
The golden light vanished abruptly as if swallowed by a black hole, plunging the world into an utterly silent, pitch-black darkness where even sound seemed to be stripped away!
Only the lingering aftershocks traced fleeting, terrifying trails in the dark void!
This frantic, hysterical flickering is the result of the violent tremors caused by the highest authority forcibly initiating an internal purge, locking permissions, and resetting the identification of the core of the formation!
It ruthlessly eliminated all the temporary connections that Cheng Buzheng had tried to establish through infiltration and branding.
Furthermore, it laid down an absolute repulsive force at the very core of the formation!
The ever-shimmering golden light resembled a giant, mocking face!
In an instant, the imprint that Cheng Buzheng had just formed was forcibly erased as soon as it entered the node of this world-shaking formation.
Not a trace was left.
"really!"
The glimmer of hope that had been hidden deep in Cheng Buzheng's eyes, a glimmer of hope that was trying to turn the tide in his desperate situation, was completely extinguished the moment that "mocking face" lit up, turning into an unfathomable sense of loss and helplessness.
His hands, which were behind his back and frantically making hand seals, suddenly stopped as if frozen by invisible ice!
The residual divine energy at the fingertips trembled slightly due to the backlash.
"Trying to pull some tricks under the nose of this ancient monster who has lived for countless millennia..."
I was being too naive.
A heavy sense of exhaustion washed over me, but it was quickly replaced by a stronger determination!
"That's fine!"
Since the attempt to steal a chicken failed, the only remaining path is... the path of survival through dishonest means!
Cheng Buzheng sighed silently in his heart, carrying a final regret for the plan to exclusively enjoy the opportunity, but his will was as firm as a rock.
No hesitation!
hum!
As Cheng Buzheng stood at the edge of the destructive storm, a mysterious, pale golden halo, seemingly nonexistent in this world, suddenly appeared around him!
Followed by.
He took a seemingly casual step in mid-air—
Whoosh!
It was as if the whole person had been erased by an invisible eraser.
There was no spatial fluctuation, no energy ripple.
Amidst the chaotic scene of billions of golden lights flashing wildly and devouring all senses around them, it simply vanished into thin air!
It was as if he had never existed.
Boom——! ! !
At the very instant Cheng Buzheng disappeared!
Without its core controller, the Four Symbols Sword Formation, like a cage of laws that had been stripped of its spine, let out a mournful cry and exploded!
The remaining four illusory true spirits wailed and disintegrated into a rain of light!
The crimson dragon, formed from the power of laws, was now freed from its restraints, and its violent power exploded outwards uncontrollably!
Thick, spiderweb-like, pitch-black spatial rifts spread and expanded wildly, as if they were alive!
shhhhhhhh!
Four streams of chaotic light, now much dimmer but still incredibly fast—this was the true form of the [Chaos Dao Tribulation Sword]!
The moment their master disappeared, they acted on their own impulses, tracing their spiritual paths and plunging headlong into the depths of the ever-opening spatial rift without hesitation.
It was instantly swallowed up by the chaotic spatial turbulence and disappeared without a trace!
All these changes occurred within a fraction of a breath after Cheng Buzheng disappeared!
It was so fast, it was as if we had rehearsed it a million times!
The high priest, who was about to manipulate the blood dragon to deliver the final blow to that "ignorant" Nascent Soul junior, hadn't even had time to change the cold mockery on his face!
He watched helplessly as Cheng Buzheng vanished like a ghost in the flickering golden light.
Then, watching the sword formation suddenly collapse, the blood dragon go out of control, and the target completely lose all its vitality...
Even those four magical treasures have vanished without a trace...
"........."
For the first time, an unusual blankness and freeze appeared on the high priest's usually calm and composed face!
The mocking expression hanging at the corner of his mouth was stiffly displayed on his face, forming an extremely comical, even somewhat laughable, expression of astonishment, combined with his slightly open mouth that could not utter a sound.
It was as if time itself paused at this moment, just for His utter bewilderment!
A certain deep, tranquil space, like a void sandwiched between two panes of glass.
Cheng Buzheng's (Dharmakaya) figure solidified silently.
Its body was surrounded by a pale golden glow that seemed to blend into the world around it.
Deep within his eyes flowed a dark golden divine light, like the eyes of a god, easily piercing through the void barrier before him, as he "looked" with great interest at the blood-robed figure in the main space with a stiff smile, as if it were a sculpture.
A genuine smile, tinged with a strong sense of irony, slowly bloomed on Cheng Buzheng's lips.
silent!
But it was more biting than mockery.
"Heh..." he murmured to himself, as if conversing with the high priest a thousand miles away.
"I refuse to believe that the power you temporarily acquired... can last as long as my 'survival' principle?"
"When the flames of the secret technique's backlash are extinguished... even if your cultivation level is higher, you will still be no match for the sword array barrier set up by the complete [Chaos Dao Tribulation Sword]..."
Cheng Buzheng's smile grew even brighter, radiating an air of confident composure:
"I'd like to see how you can still act like that..."
"Easily broke through the formation?"
This is precisely the essence of the desperate measure that Cheng Buzheng was forced to take!
"drag"!
I'll drag it out until your secret technique ends, until you're exhausted!
As long as he repeatedly appears and harasses the High Priest like a mosquito that appears and disappears unpredictably, preventing the High Priest from successfully comprehending the 'opportunity' left behind by the Primordial Ancestor of Purgatory, he will eventually be forced to bow down and compromise...
When opportunities are shared, things will naturally fall into place!
Unless the high priest is willing to give up this opportunity, he will not bow his head.
Otherwise, sharing this opportunity is a foregone conclusion.
There is absolutely no other possibility.
This strategy, which allows one to easily share this opportunity with the High Priest, is a poor choice, not the best one...
It is precisely because if the best strategy succeeds, one can easily enjoy this opportunity alone.
Instead of sharing.
Unfortunately, the best strategy failed.
The high priest noticed his little actions immediately.
otherwise.
As time goes by, he will increase his control over this world-shaking array to 60%, no... 50%!
By simply increasing the array's access level to 50%, Cheng Buzheng was confident that he could prevent the High Priest from using this world-shaking array, and he could then use the array's power to suppress him.
pity···
The moment the high priest noticed his little trick, the plan was doomed to fail.
For this reason, Cheng Buzheng did not further damage his own fundamental laws and chose to retreat strategically at the first opportunity.
otherwise.
Defeat is inevitable.
Moreover, his cultivation level would also drop. Naturally, Cheng Buzheng was unwilling to do such a losing deal.
Therefore, the retreat was extremely swift and decisive.
There was no hesitation.
Just as Cheng Buzheng was calmly reviewing his gains and losses in the void...
Om-!
A vast and boundless terrifying divine thought, like a raging ocean, swept across the dimension containing this void interlayer with destructive penetrating power!
Wherever it goes, even the "folds" in space seem to be forcibly smoothed out!
"Ah!"
Within the void interlayer, Cheng Buzheng faced the tide of divine thoughts that was enough to crush ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators into powder, yet he merely let out a light laugh that was utterly contemptuous and even somewhat mocking.
His gaze pierced through the barrier, precisely "looking" at the "blood-robed neighbor" in the main space, whose face was ashen and who was clearly in a state of impotent rage. The corners of his mouth opened and closed silently, as if to say:
"It's futile for an ant to try to shake a tree!"
Even the progenitor of Purgatory himself failed to see through it.
Do you really think you can pinpoint my location with such a trivial trick?
"wishful thinking!"
The result is no doubt.
That powerful divine thought, capable of ploughing three feet into the ground, swept through this spatial interlayer several times, yet remained empty.
Not even a ripple of suspicion was stirred!
The high priest, his face growing increasingly grim, stood amidst the raging turbulence of the main space.
His fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles cracked!
Strands of volatile, blood-red energy emanated from between his fingers.
...(End of this chapter)