Primordial Era: The Great Celestial Venerable on the Road to Mythology

Chapter 52 Kunpeng's Precious Technique Suppresses Kunpeng

The battle between the two attracted the attention of powerful figures from all sides of the prehistoric world.

Streams of divine thoughts traversed the void, intertwining above the North Sea, secretly observing this battle of grudges.

"Lu Ya's strength has increased considerably since joining the Heavenly Court! He can even fight Kunpeng head-on?" a cultivator exclaimed in a low voice.

"His cultivation is inferior to Kunpeng's, but didn't you see he's blessed with the essence of the Sun Star? The power of the Heavenly Court's authority is indeed formidable!"

"But Lu Ya is consuming the essence of the Sun Star like this, doesn't the Heavenly Court care? The Sun Star is related to the operation of the Primordial World. Excessive loss of its essence is not a good thing for the Primordial World." A cultivator who had been in seclusion for a long time asked doubtfully.

Someone next to him rolled their eyes at him: "How long have you been in seclusion?"

"Uh... I went into seclusion to heal my wounds after the Lich War and have only just emerged. What happened?"

"No wonder." The man shook his head and laughed. "The Heavenly Emperor used the ancient stars as a foundation to set up the Zhou Tian Star Transformation Array, which transforms the chaotic energy into innate spiritual energy, continuously nourishing the stars."

The primordial energy of the ancient stars is not diminishing, but rather increasing daily. Lu Ya's consumption is probably less than a fraction of the daily replenishment from the Sun Star. Otherwise, do you think he would dare to squander it like this?

The cultivator in seclusion suddenly realized the truth, and his awe of the Heavenly Court's methods grew even stronger.

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On the North Sea, the battle is raging.

Lu Ya fought with increasing ferocity, a long-lost feeling of exhilaration welling up within him.

Although he had several wounds, the hatred, anger, and resentment that had been suppressed for countless years were now transformed into fighting spirit, bursting forth with the true fire of the sun.

He felt every pore on his body cheering, as if a ferocious beast that had been imprisoned for countless years had finally broken free of its cage.

"That was exhilarating!" Lu Ya roared, his wings flapped, and the True Fire of the Sun transformed into a rain of fire that blanketed the sky and poured down on the Kunpeng.

The Kunpeng flapped its wings, and the Great Dao of Devouring was operating at full power, absorbing all the fire rain.

His face was gloomy, and he said coldly, "Lu Ya, you are no match for me. You should retreat." With that, he struck out with his claw, forcing Lu Ya back several steps.

Lu Ya was not angry upon hearing this, knowing full well that it was true. His cultivation was far inferior to Kunpeng's, and so was his hand-to-hand combat skill. Even with the blessing of the Sun Star's origin, he could only barely maintain his undefeated status. If they were to fight head-on, he would ultimately be the one to lose.

Of course, this is also because he only used a small amount of the Sun's essence. If he used his full power, he could even pull the Sun directly towards Kunpeng, and Kunpeng would be utterly powerless to retaliate.

Let alone the Kunpeng, no one who isn't a saint would be willing to confront the Sun Star head-on—it's the eyeball of the great god Pangu, and a single blow from it is no less than a saint's attack, not to mention the immense karmic consequences involved.

Although he can manipulate the Sun Star, its role is irreplaceable, and he won't use this tactic unless absolutely necessary. It's really unnecessary to use it against a Kunpeng.

"Kunpeng, have you ever been beaten up by Kunpeng?" Lu Ya suddenly laughed.

"What?" Kunpeng frowned, not understanding what Lu Ya meant.

Lu Ya offered no explanation, simply reaching out and producing a pair of wings—the very same Kunpeng Treasure Technique artifact. This treasure was crafted by the Heavenly Emperor using primordial ancestral energy, containing the essence of the Kunpeng Treasure Technique and embodying both the Yin and Yang laws, possessing boundless power.

Lu Ya activated his magic power, and the spiritual treasure was instantly activated.

The wings flew out of his hand and grew in the wind, transforming in the blink of an eye into a gigantic roc that blotted out the sky.

The roc was entirely golden and its feathers were like swords. Its wingspan was countless miles, covering the sky and the sun, and its aura was magnificent.

An undying spiritual light flashed across its body from time to time. The Way of the Sun empowered it, and a rich solar power burst forth, as if a blazing sun had descended upon the world.

Once activated, the Peng bird spread its wings and vanished from its spot in an instant.

Kunpeng's pupils contracted sharply, instinctively sensing a deadly threat.

He searched everywhere, but could not find any trace of the Peng bird—the next moment, the Peng bird appeared above him.

There were no fancy moves, no dazzling supernatural powers. The Peng bird simply flapped its wing down at the Kunpeng.

boom!

Before Kunpeng could react, he was sent flying by the slap.

The area struck by the fan was torn open, flesh and blood flying everywhere, golden blood splattering across the sky.

He crashed heavily into the sea, creating a bottomless crater across tens of thousands of miles of water, causing seawater to surge in and stir up towering waves.

"Lu Ya!" Kunpeng roared in fury, struggling to break free of the seawater.

However, the Peng bird did not stop. It let out a loud cry that shook the heavens, and its wings suddenly closed—countless feathers fell from its wings and transformed into countless golden divine swords, which swept towards the Kunpeng.

The divine swords were imbued with the power of the sun, their innate aura surging forth, each radiating the oppressive aura of an innate spiritual treasure. These were no mere feather-turned-swords; they were clearly innate spiritual treasures containing the Great Dao of the Sun!

Kunpeng's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly summoned the Demon Master's Palace, which he had refined over many years, to protect himself. The Demon Master's Palace was something he had painstakingly crafted, and in terms of grade, it could be considered a post-natal treasure. Although it did not have the indestructible characteristic of a pre-natal spiritual treasure, its defensive power was not to be underestimated.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The moment the divine sword made contact with the Demon Master's Palace, a violent explosion occurred.

The sea, which had just begun to heal, was once again blasted into a massive crater stretching thousands of miles, with seawater evaporating and turning into a sky full of mist.

The Demon Master Palace teetered on the brink of collapse under the impact of the divine sword, and cracks appeared on its surface.

Kunpeng gritted his teeth and endured, his heart filled with shock and anger. He never expected that Lu Ya would possess such a terrifying trump card. What on earth was it? A spiritual treasure? Or...?

Just as the divine swords had finally fallen, Kunpeng was about to catch his breath and prepare to counterattack—

The roc's sharp claws have already reached out.

The claws were imbued with intense solar power, radiating an aura of world-destroying destructive force.

Before these sharp claws, Kunpeng's Demon Master Palace was like paper, instantly torn to shreds. Fragments scattered and fell into the sea, stirring up waves.

The sharp claws pierced through the fragments of the Demon Master's Palace, digging deep into the flesh and blood of the Kunpeng. The Peng bird spread its wings, carrying the Kunpeng into the sky.

Kunpeng let out a miserable cry, his voice filled with pain and rage. He endured the excruciating pain, activated the Devouring Dao, and fought back desperately.

As a fellow roc in its true form, he relentlessly attacked the roc, tearing with sharp claws, flapping with wings, and unleashing a torrent of devouring power.

After a fierce struggle, Kunpeng finally broke free from the Peng bird's sharp claws. He was covered in blood, his feathers were disheveled, and he was weak and listless.

However, before he could catch his breath, the roc launched a new attack—

Its wings spread again, and countless feathers transformed into divine swords once more, shooting down from the sky. These divine swords were even denser than before, as if they were about to pierce through the entire sky.

The Peng bird was also among them, and began to attack the Kunpeng.