N-A-A Chapter 38 The Beginningless Version of the Mountain-Embracing Seal Suppressing the Holy Son
Chapter 38 The Beginningless Version of the Mountain-Embracing Seal Suppressing the Holy Son
"Since you're so kind, then go down and help me retrieve the Heavenly Demon Lamp."
The Holy Son of the Purple Mansion suddenly smiled.
Laughter echoed through the empty, cold underground palace, carrying a mocking, condescending tone.
The fanaticism on the Purple Mansion steward's face froze instantly, the color drained from his face, and he turned deathly pale.
He swallowed hard, his gaze shifting between the pitch-black Tianyin Absolute Water and the terrifying Tianyao Lamp. His legs felt like lead, and he dared not take another step.
"Holy Son..."
The deacon's voice trembled.
He abruptly turned his head and pointed at the remaining rogue cultivators, his tone urgent:
"The Heavenly Demon Tomb is unpredictable and mysterious. My death would be of no consequence, but if it disturbs any ancient restrictions and harms the Holy Son, I would be guilty beyond redemption. Perhaps... we should send these explorers to test the waters first?"
The Holy Son of the Purple Mansion remained silent.
He merely glanced at the rogue cultivator out of the corner of his eye.
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The independent cultivators felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave.
Ahead lies the treacherous, yin-red waters, where touching them guarantees certain death.
With the Purple Mansion Holy Land's executioner's blade behind them, this was clearly a hopeless situation with no chance of survival.
Several disciples of the Purple Mansion drew their longswords, their blades gleaming coldly.
Prepare to drive the rogue cultivators towards the Black Pool like herding pigs and sheep—if they don't take the initiative, this task will fall on their heads.
Li Xian finally made his move.
Great Sun Seal.
Without any probing, they went all out from the start.
A blinding crimson light illuminated the underground palace, and violent fire gathered wildly, evolving into a crimson-gold crow about ten feet in size.
The golden crow cried out, spread its wings, and, carrying the intense heat of burning mountains and boiling seas, rushed straight towards the Holy Son of the Purple Palace.
The golden flames distorted the air, and the bronze floor tiles along the way melted inch by inch.
An unexpected turn of events shocked the entire audience.
"How dare you!"
The Holy Son of the Purple Mansion opened his eyes wide and roared.
He never imagined that an ant, captured and used as cannon fodder, would dare to wield a butcher's knife against him.
A surge of pure purple energy erupted from the Holy Son's body, transforming into a thick purple aura that firmly protected his entire body.
"boom!"
The golden crow crashed into the purple beam, creating a deafening roar.
The scorching flames swept outwards, and the few disciples of the Purple Mansion who were nearby had no time to react before they were blown away by the shockwave and slammed heavily against the rock wall, breaking their bones and coughing up blood.
The purple light distorted violently.
It barely managed to withstand the Golden Crow's attack and dissipate that force.
The Holy Son of the Purple Mansion soared into the sky, his hair disheveled, his eyes revealing a murderous intent.
"court death!"
He joined his fingers together like a sword and slashed down from mid-air.
Purple sword light.
The powerful secret technique of the Purple Mansion Holy Land, when mastered, can take a person's head from tens of thousands of miles away.
A dazzling purple light, several meters long, tore through the void, carrying an invincible sharpness, and struck directly at Li Xian.
Before the sword light even arrived, the invisible sword energy had already carved a deep trench into the stone pavement, sending pebbles flying and the sword light terrifying.
Li Xian remained indifferent, not taking a single step back.
Deep within the sea of consciousness between the eyebrows, divine thoughts surged like a tide.
The Demon Emperor's Nine Slashes opening move: Annihilation.
Two beams of silvery-white light shot out from Li Xian's eyes.
It struck first despite being late, precisely hitting the weak point in the flow of spiritual energy in the Purple Flower Sword.
"Click—"
A crisp cracking sound rang out.
The unstoppable purple sword light suddenly paused in mid-air, then collapsed with a bang, dissipating into a sky full of purple light.
The aftershocks of the divine thought continued unabated.
It crashed hard into the divine consciousness of the Holy Son of the Purple Mansion.
The Holy Son of the Purple Mansion let out a muffled groan.
His body staggered in mid-air and nearly fell.
He stared intently at Li Xian, his face filled with astonishment.
The holy son of a sacred land, whose cultivation far surpasses that of his opponent, was actually forced back by a single blow from an unknown rogue cultivator.
"There's nothing unbelievable about it."
Golden lotus phantoms bloomed beneath Li Xian's feet, and he appeared above the Holy Son as if shrinking the distance between them, his voice hoarse and cold:
There are always people more capable than you, and there's always something beyond your understanding.
Before he finished speaking, Li Xian gestured with his hands in a gesture of respect.
Embracing Mountain Seal.
This time, Li Xian did not transform into an ordinary mountain.
He recalled the ancient, imposing figure left behind by the Great Emperor Wushi deep within the Xuan Yue Cave, and the vast and boundless Daoist aura it exuded.
Upon seeing the beginningless Dao, all is vanity!
The void trembled violently.
A majestic sacred mountain materializes within Li Xian's palm.
The mountain is ancient and simple, exuding a heavy aura that suppresses the heavens and the earth.
In the dim light, it seemed as if a majestic, ethereal figure with his back to all living beings flashed by.
Combining the Mountain-Embracing Seal with the Daoist Rhyme of the Beginningless, its power undergoes a qualitative leap, directly locking down the surrounding void.
"town."
Li Xian pressed down with both hands.
The purplish-brown sacred mountain crashed down with a suffocating sense of oppression.
The Purple Mansion Saint Son's pupils shrank suddenly as he sensed a deadly threat. He frantically channeled his divine power, raising his hands to the sky in an attempt to hold up the falling divine mountain.
"Bang!"
The protective purple light was like fragile glass, shattering at the slightest touch.
Purple Mountain crashed down, slamming heavily into the chest of the Purple Mansion Saint Son.
The crisp sound of bones breaking rang out—
The Holy Son of the Purple Mansion coughed up a mouthful of blood and flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the rock wall of the underground palace, creating a huge crater several meters deep.
Gravel tumbled down, dust billowed.
The change happened too quickly; from Li Xian's attack to the Holy Son's serious injury, only a few breaths had passed.
the other side.
The stewards of the Purple Mansion did not step forward to provide assistance.
His gaze was fixed on the Heavenly Demon Lamp on the Blood Source Coffin.
The Holy Son was held back by that wicked rogue cultivator; this was a golden opportunity!
Greed completely triumphed over fear.
The old man's figure transformed into a streak of purple lightning, skimming along the edge of the Heavenly Yin Absolute Water, and his withered hand reached out to grab the Heavenly Demon Ancient Lamp.
The fingertips just touched the lamp.
"Buzz—"
The Blood Source Coffin emitted a low, trembling sound.
The ancient demonic patterns on the coffin lid glowed with a blinding blood-red light, and a vast, ocean-like demonic power erupted, transforming into blood-red ripples that swept across the area.
"No!"
The deacon let out a desperate scream.
As the blood-red light swept across, the protective divine runes of the fifth level of the Dao Palace tore apart like paper, and half of his body exploded into a bloody mist.
The powerful recoil sent him flying, landing squarely into the pitch-black Heavenly Yin Absolute Water.
"Hiss hiss hiss—"
A sickening corrosive sound rang out.
There was no struggle, no splash.
The expert at the fifth level of the Dao Palace didn't even last a breath before turning into a wisp of black smoke and completely dissolving into the stagnant water, leaving not even a bone fragment behind.
The remaining rogue cultivators and disciples of the Purple Mansion were terrified and frantically rushed towards the exit of the underground palace.
In a deep pit in the rock wall.
The Holy Son of the Purple Mansion struggled to crawl out.
His chest was caved in, his purple and gold robes were stained red with blood, and his hair was disheveled, making him look like a vengeful ghost crawling out of hell, with no trace of his previous transcendent demeanor.
"I want you dead!"
The Holy Son of the Purple Mansion went berserk, burning his divine power at the second level of the Dao Palace without reservation.
His hands were frantically forming hand seals.
An aura that sent shivers down the spine of the void spread out.
The King-level Secret Technique of the Purple Mansion Holy Land—The Purple Mansion Great Handprint!
Endless purple light gathered in the air, transforming into a solid giant hand with a diameter of ten feet.
The giant palm, with its intricate Dao patterns flowing across its center, seemed capable of crushing a world, and with overwhelming force, it slammed down towards Li Xian's head.
Li Xian stood in the void, expressionless.
The left hand holds the moon seal, and the right hand holds the sun seal.
The sea of suffering surged, and the phantom of the deity within the heart's divine treasury roared to the sky.
The sun and moon merged, and primordial chaos overflowed.
The imprint of the chaotic sun and moon.
An ancient seal, shrouded in chaotic energy, took shape, swelled in the wind, and collided violently with the giant purple palm.
There was no earth-shattering explosion.
All that could be heard was the chilling sound of crushing.
The chaotic energy flow was like a world-destroying millstone, relentlessly grinding away and suppressing the Dao intent contained within the giant purple palm.
The Purple Mansion Great Handprint only lasted for three breaths before it disintegrated.
The Chaos Seal continued its relentless advance, crashing heavily onto the body of the Purple Mansion Saint Son.
"puff!"
The Holy Son coughed up blood again, countless bones in his body were broken, and he fell to the edge of the black pool like a lump of mud.
The entire room fell silent.
Those rogue cultivators and disciples of the Purple Mansion who had retreated to a distance were dumbfounded, staring blankly at the gray-robed figure in mid-air that resembled a demon god.
Overwhelming a disciple of a holy land despite being of a higher level?
Where did this monster come from?!