darknovel Chapter 1939 Arrival, Search
Chapter 1939 Arrival, Search
"Moreover, at the beginning of the association's establishment..."
The president then established a series of prohibitions to protect the spiritual veins.
"If there really is a large spiritual vein that has been destroyed due to the association's actions."
The president's fury, subsequent change of decision, and urgent order to prohibit it are entirely understandable!
The white-haired half-saint sighed:
"So it seems that Lingbao, Xinghe, and their team responsible for the Myriad Immortals Sect..."
Or perhaps something went wrong on Tian Shu's side...
Otherwise, the guild leader wouldn't have specifically emphasized 'large spiritual veins'.
Those top sects all occupy large spiritual veins.
"Therefore, if we encounter a sect like the Myriad Immortals Sect again, possessing a large spiritual vein and with its remnants holding out fiercely..."
Shadowblade Half-Supreme concluded,
"Therefore, we can no longer think of using force to overcome skill, or simply using a talisman to solve the problem."
We must report the details as per the president's new order and await further instructions from the president.
Perhaps the president has another clever way to deal with this.
Or perhaps... it's a strategy of long-term siege and divide-and-conquer."
"That's exactly right."
Several semi-elders nodded in agreement. The chairman's decree had been issued; the reasons could be guessed, but the order had to be carried out without fail.
At the same time, they felt a pang of regret for the large spiritual vein that might have been destroyed, and they couldn't help but have some reservations about the team that had caused this outcome.
But more than anything, it's a matter of considering adjustments to the next course of action.
Similar scenes, almost at the same time...
On the decks of other warships traversing the skies across the inland regions, different semi-saint leaders were engaging in dialogues in various ways.
Cheng Buzheng's urgent order, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, subtly altered the course and strategies of many subsequent actions.
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Just as the inland clearing teams were adjusting their strategies due to the new orders—
Inland, deep within the former Wanxian Mountains.
The once beautiful and ethereal mountains have now completely changed.
Centered on the vast basin where the original ancestral temple of the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect was located, the land within a radius of a thousand miles presented a breathtaking scene.
The earth was no longer soil or rock, but transformed into a smooth, mirror-like, mottled glass.
It reflects a cold, eerie light under the sunlight.
Countless enormous cracks, like hideous scars, crisscrossed and seemed bottomless.
Pale blue smoke with a pungent odor rose from the cracks and some holes in the crystal-clear earth.
In the air...
The air was filled with turbulent spiritual energy and a deathly stillness, as if all things had come to an end.
The once abundant spiritual energy of heaven and earth has long been in disarray, and it is constantly dissipating from the depths of this glassy land at a perceptible speed, vanishing into the void.
This means that the core of the large spiritual vein that has nourished this place for millennia has indeed shattered.
The spiritual energy is irreversibly being lost and depleted.
In the heart of this vast scorched earth, the space suddenly rippled like a stone thrown into a calm lake, creating faint, almost imperceptible ripples.
next moment,
A tall and slender figure stepped out of the spatial ripples without warning and stood in mid-air.
He looked down at the devastated, lifeless land below.
This is precisely Cheng Buzheng.
He issued an emergency order, and after leaving Zhenhai City, he tore through space and arrived at this place at top speed.
He wanted to personally verify the condition of the large spiritual vein belonging to the Myriad Immortals Sect.
Is it truly as the war report says, that the situation is beyond redemption?
As far as the eye can see, there is a vast expanse of shimmering glass, with wisps of blue smoke rising
Once upon a time, there were magnificent palaces, towering pavilions, floating fairy islands, cascading waterfalls, and lush spiritual plants...
All traces of the glory and foundation once representing a top-tier immortal sect have vanished, completely erased from this land.
All that remains is this cold, smooth, glassy desert that reflects the sunlight.
It tells of the horror of that devastating blow that happened not long ago.
The moment Cheng Buzheng saw the scene below, his expression became completely calm, like a still, ancient well.
But deep within those profound eyes, a mixture of sorrow and coldness mingled even more intensely.
He didn't speak, but a thought flickered in his mind.
hum...
A pure and sacred golden light quietly emerged from the deepest part of his eyes.
Then, like mercury spilling onto the ground, it quickly flowed and filled his entire eye.
In an instant,
His eyes transformed into two miniature suns, burning with golden flames, majestic and insightful.
It seems to be able to see through all the truths and illusions of the world.
Supernatural Power—Heavenly Divine Eye!
Within the vision of the "Divine Eye of Luo Tian"...
The appearance of the world below is peeled away layer by layer, revealing a deeper and more essential scene.
He "saw" that beneath the smooth, glazed earth lay a vast spiritual vein structure, which should have resembled a lurking dragon, with clearly defined veins and surging spiritual energy like a sea.
It is now completely shattered.
Countless thick and thin spiritual veins were brutally torn apart, broken, and annihilated, with pure liquid or solid spiritual energy gushing out wildly from the fractures.
Like the dissipating blood of a dying beast, it transformed into streams of multicolored spiritual energy, rising uncontrollably from the depths of the earth.
It passes through the glass layer and dissipates into the air.
Then it is further diluted and dissipated into the vast天地 (heaven and earth).
The entire spiritual vein system has lost its ability to circulate and regenerate.
It is heading towards complete silence and "death".
"As expected... it's ruined."
"This large spiritual vein is now completely destroyed."
The foundation is shattered, the spiritual source has dissipated, and there is no way to reverse the situation.
Cheng Buzheng slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the golden divine light in his eyes had faded, returning to a deep black.
But that deep sense of regret lingered for a long time.
Even though he possessed great supernatural powers and had already become a god, he felt powerless in the face of the complete destruction of this wonder, which was bestowed by the creation of heaven and earth and had been nurtured for thousands of years.
This injury wasn't sustained during a magical battle; it can be healed.
It's not that the magic item is damaged; it can be repaired.
This is the collapse of the "foundation".
It's like a healthy person having their spine removed and their dantian shattered, with no possibility of ever recovering.
He stood silently in the void for a moment...
Cheng Buzheng slowly withdrew his gaze from below, suppressing his deep sorrow.
Now that things have come to this, the spiritual veins cannot be revived, but those true culprits who caused all this and then escaped must not be allowed to go unpunished!
His gaze sharpened once more, landing on the ruins of the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect.
This time, he did not use his naked eyes, nor did he observe spiritual energy or veins. Instead, he elevated his divine sense and his own subtle perception of the laws of heaven and earth to the extreme.
In his "perception"...
Before them, the seemingly empty void and desolate land, filled only with crystal and deathly silence, began to reveal countless extremely subtle, almost imperceptible traces that were difficult for ordinary people, even those at the Nascent Soul stage, to detect.
These "traces" are neither physical objects nor remnants of legal force.
Rather, it is a more abstract and essential "mark of having existed".
Or rather, they are the faint "echoes" and "ripples" left by all things in time and space.
In Cheng Buzheng's perception at this moment...
These "traces" manifested as strands of nearly transparent "ribbons" with varying colors, thicknesses, brightness, and scents.
They crisscrossed, floated aimlessly, and permeated the entire sky above the ruins of the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect, even extending to the shallow layers of the earth; their numbers were countless.
It was like a silent, bustling ocean composed of images from the past.
Each "ribbon" represents a unique "mark" left by a living being or an object imbued with powerful energy and spirituality that once stayed or moved here.
The higher the cultivation level, the longer the stay, and the deeper the karmic connection with this place...
The more solid, brighter, and unique the "mark ribbon" left behind, the better.
"This wisp of energy..."
It is obscure and profound, carrying a sharp sword intent, but its essential strength is slightly inferior to that of a half-saint.
Furthermore, its connection with the laws of heaven and earth is not deep enough...
It should have been left by a sword cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage.
"Um?
This wisp of... aura was scorching and fierce, faintly resembling a dragon or tiger; its strength was sufficient.
The resonance with the residual fire elemental energy in the surrounding world was also obvious, making him undoubtedly a half-saint.
And the aura...
It felt somewhat familiar, carrying the unique flavor of a weapon refiner's 'fire forging' and 'material properties'.
These traces must have been left by that brat Lingbao when he came here not long ago to test the formation.
No wonder this 'ribbon' is much 'newer' than the others.
It is also more 'eye-catching'.
Cheng Buzheng's perception was like the most precise sieve, quickly filtering and distinguishing the vast, smoky "mark ribbons".
He focused on capturing those whose aura intensity reached the semi-saint level.
Or it may possess the unique charm of the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect's cultivation techniques.
however.
As time went by...
His slightly furrowed brows gradually tightened.
Aside from the relatively fresh and clear "marks" left by a few semi-saints (Lingbao, Xinghe, etc.) of the Cultivator Association,
In addition to the numerous mottled and dim "marks" clearly left by cultivators at the Nascent Soul, Golden Core, Foundation Establishment, and even Qi Refining stages...
He couldn't find a single strand of the unique "mark ribbon" that clearly belonged to the Wanxian Sect and reached the level of a half-saint!
The majestic sword intent of the Soaring Sword Master?
No.
The auspicious purple aura emanating from the east by the half-venerable Ziyang?
No.
The unique auras of the other known half-elders of the Myriad Immortals Sect.
No, not either.
Even the "marks" of relatively powerful beings, suspected to be at the half-step Nascent Soul stage or possessing special, hidden characteristics at the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage, were extremely rare.
And none of them match the known intelligence.
It seemed that before the association's cleanup team arrived,
Even earlier,
All the true powerhouses and core members of the Myriad Immortals Sect had already thoroughly wiped away the deep "marks" that would inevitably be left by their long-term presence in this place!
Only some insignificant and superficial traces remain.
Something's not right...
Cheng Buzheng looked down at the deathly land covered in glass below, his eyes sharp.
Even if the remaining half-saints of the Myriad Immortals Sect acted with the utmost caution and made the most thorough cleanup before their departure,
But how deep is the interaction between cultivators of their level, who have been cultivating, living, and controlling formations in one place for hundreds or thousands of years, and the spiritual veins of this world and the sect's great formations?
The 'marks' left behind have long been intertwined with the 'legal' aspects of this region.
To completely erase it, the entire region, along with its underground spiritual veins, would need to be completely 'formatted' and 'reconstructed'...
That's practically impossible.
"Moreover, judging from the condition of this site, the jade talisman used by Lingbao Banzun and his group, although terrifyingly powerful, mainly caused physical annihilation and energy impact."
This deeper level of 'imprint,' involving traces of existence and causal connections, might be weakened or disrupted...
But logically, shouldn't it have been erased so completely?
suddenly,
A sudden inspiration struck Cheng Buzheng.
"Wait... the Nascent Soul Jade Talisman!"
"The jade talisman I bestow contains the sword intent and power of law of my full-force attack!"
Its essence is extremely profound, and the core of its power lies in 'destruction' and 'purification'.
Is it...
When the jade talisman erupted, the torrent of power, far exceeding the comprehension of a half-saint, not only destroyed everything on the material level, but also contained the aftershocks of the Nascent Soul level laws.
Did it also wash away and purify the more profound 'imprints' and 'traces of existence' remaining in this area that were related to the core cultivators of the Myriad Immortals Sect?
The more Cheng Buzheng thought about it, the more likely it seemed.
The power of the Divine Transformation stage involves laws and has endless wondrous uses.
Some effects are even unpredictable to the caster himself.
With a single strike of the jade talisman, a thousand miles were flattened, and incidentally, certain "discordant" "marks" within the area that were deeply connected to the main target (the Myriad Immortals Sect) were significantly weakened.
Even "coverage" is entirely possible.
Damn it!
Cheng Buzheng cursed inwardly.
Isn't this a case of shooting oneself in the foot?
The powerful weapon bestowed upon them has ironically become an accomplice in the enemy's efforts to erase their traces.
But he did not give up.
A hint of determination flashed in his eyes. He moved swiftly, transforming into a streak of light too thin for the naked eye to see, and swooped down, landing on the smooth, cold, and still warm crystal-clear ground.
Since high-altitude, large-scale sensing is ineffective,
Then they would conduct close reconnaissance, delving into every inch of the land, searching for any deeper or more peripheral traces that might have been "missed" by the power of the jade talisman.
Cheng Buzheng's figure began to move rapidly across this vast, glazed plain.
Sometimes it appears at the edge of a huge crack.
Sometimes it disappears into a surviving, deep underground hole.
Sometimes they stop on certain undulating "glass hills".
His divine sense, like the most intricate tentacles, combined with his own profound perception, meticulously scanned and explored every inch of land, every wisp of residual energy.
They can even penetrate hundreds or thousands of feet underground.
He no longer merely sought the "mark" of half a statue...
They also began to pay attention to any unusual remnants of formations, changes in the earth's veins,
And those seemingly ordinary "marked ribbons" with subtle inconsistencies in their structure.
This process lasted for quite some time.
Just when Cheng Buzheng was almost doubting his own judgment, believing that the core of the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect had truly achieved "perfect concealment"...
Or perhaps the jade talisman's power truly erased its traces too completely...
suddenly,
At the bottom of an extremely deep underground fissure, near the back mountain area of the former Wanxian Sect.
A collapsed ruin covered with thick glazed tiles
In a corner covered with what appears to be some kind of high-strength metal debris...
...(End of this chapter)