UGB Chapter 1811 Playing with Daoist Texts!
Chapter 1811 Playing with Daoist Texts!
"If you choose the left side—"
Wouldn't that be placing the fate of the entire clan on the slightest possible "goodwill" from the other side?
Two thoughts battled fiercely in his mind, sparking a flame of despair.
Time seemed to stretch out, each breath feeling like an eternity.
At that moment, he could hear his heart pounding like a drum.
After a while!
A resolute look appeared in Wu Yang's eyes.
"That's it!
While there's a 50% chance that the imagery conveyed by the two inscriptions was deliberately shown to him by Sha Minghong, it's also not impossible that it was a test!
"If you choose the one on the right, which is a deep, dark blue and has a dragon-head-shaped font, it's tantamount to telling Shark Minghong, 'I don't believe you.'"
"Choosing the one on the left, shaped like a coiled venomous snake with dark gold lettering, is tantamount to telling Shark Minghong that I know this might be a trap."
However, this font was still chosen to signify that the future fate of the Xuan Turtle Clan is in your hands.
After making the decision...
Wu Yang, the half-saint, suddenly raised his head, no longer looking at the two life-or-death runes, but instead, with all his might, bowed deeply towards the high platform.
His voice, tinged with a barely suppressed hoarseness, said decisively:
"Reporting to Senior, this junior... chooses the text on the left!"
The words fell,
His finger, which was pointing at the dark gold serpent rune, froze in mid-air.
The entire hall was deathly silent, save for his heavy breathing and the pounding of his heart awaiting the final judgment.
Hear the words.
Sha Minghong, who sat regally on the throne, slowly opened his lowered eyes, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"Sure?"
"Junior is sure!"
Wu Yang, the half-venerable one, bowed his head and spoke in the voice of Zheng.
This statement came out.
In the deep, dark hall, the air seemed to freeze!
Only a barely audible breathing sound came from the direction of the throne.
Sha Minghong, who sat regally on the grotesque bone throne, slowly opened his eyes, which had been lowered, revealing a deep, unwavering expression in them.
Only a faint, elusive smile lingered at the corner of his mouth.
He did not look at the respectfully standing figures below, but spoke calmly, his voice carrying an invisible pressure that echoed in the hall.
"Sure?"
The two simple words seemed to weigh a ton, striking Wu Yang Banzun's heart.
Wu Yang, the Half-Saint, immediately lowered his head and bowed deeply, adopting an extremely humble posture. His voice was resolute, carrying an almost desperate determination:
"Junior is sure!"
The sound was exceptionally clear in the empty hall, even evoking a faint echo.
See this.
The smile on Sha Minghong's face was like ripples spreading across a lake after a pebble had been thrown in.
It's becoming increasingly obvious.
Wu Yang, the Half-Venerable, who had been observing every subtle change in Shark Minghong's expression out of the corner of his eye, keenly noticed the shift in his smile.
An overwhelming surge of joy welled up within him, as if he had been saved from a desperate situation!
'That's right!'
That must be it!
A thought was screaming wildly in his mind:
I knew it!
This seemingly risky choice was actually the ultimate test of Lord Shark Minghong's loyalty to me!
He was testing whether I truly had the resolve to serve him wholeheartedly!
'If you had hesitated even slightly just now, or chosen a different path, even if you are safe for now, you will surely be punished in the future, and your end will be extremely miserable!'
This sudden realization instantly eased the tension in Wu Yang's mind.
I even had an urge to take a deep breath.
However, in that very instant when he was overjoyed, believing he had glimpsed the secret of heaven and stepped onto a path to survival...
Sha Minghong's familiar yet indifferent voice, like a sharp thorn formed from the coldest ice of the underworld, exploded in his ears without warning.
It shattered all his hopes and illusions in an instant.
"pity……"
"You chose the wrong one."
"Therefore, I have no choice but to ask you to die."
The moment the words fell,
Before the joy that had just blossomed on Wu Yang's face could turn into astonishment...
An indescribable and irresistible terrifying force has descended.
He felt as if his primordial spirit had been instantly grasped by an invisible giant hand.
Before they could even struggle, everything went black.
All senses were instantly severed, and consciousness, like a kite with a broken string, plummeted into an endless abyss of darkness.
next moment.
The magnificent demonic body of Wu Yang, a half-saint who had cultivated for thousands of years, seemed to have all its life force and power drained away in an instant.
The once vibrant light suddenly went out, becoming dim and lifeless.
Like a piece of discarded gold and jade, having lost all support, it fell straight and stiffly forward.
"boom!"
A deep, resounding thud echoed through the hall as flesh collided with the hard floor, stirring up fine dust.
Sha Minghong, seated upright on his throne, remained completely unchanged in his posture.
He merely glanced indifferently at Wu Yang, the half-venerable who lay sprawled on the ground, lifeless and devoid of any further signs of life.
A hint of undisguised sarcasm flashed in his eyes.
"Trying to outsmart me and still expecting to live..."
He shook his head slightly, his tone as calm as if he were stating a very simple fact.
"That's wishful thinking."
After one glance,
Shark Minghong seemed to have no interest in even glancing at it again, casually raising his large hand and gently waving it towards the corpse...
An invisible and intangible force, yet containing terrifying destructive power, quietly swept by.
In an instant,
The demonic body of Wu Yang, a half-saint, which was strong enough to withstand magical treasures and as hard as refined gold, crumbled like a weathered sand sculpture, disintegrating from its smallest structure, shattering inch by inch, and transforming into the purest particles of spiritual energy from heaven and earth.
It vanished silently into the air, leaving no trace of its existence.
Only a faint, yet unmistakably real, smell of blood lingered in the air...
This proves that what just happened was not an illusion.
at the same time,
In the center of the hall, two strange characters, suspended in mid-air, shifting with light and shadow, twisting and changing like living things, representing a life-or-death decision,
It was as if it had lost its source of power.
The light quickly dimmed, and the form gradually faded.
The hall fell silent again, as if nothing had happened.
If Cheng Buzheng were here...
He would be able to recognize at a glance the two eerie characters that were gradually melting away and emanating terrifying energy.
He would certainly scoff at Shark Minghong's shamelessness and hypocrisy.
This so-called "choice"...
It was a meticulously planned scam from beginning to end.
Those two characters are so enigmatic that even cultivators in this world would find them like celestial scripture.
Even in the vast Spirit Realm, 99% of cultivators have probably never heard of it and have no chance to see its true form.
Let alone understanding the terrifying true meaning contained within it.
Not bad!
This is a power that transcends ordinary runic laws, points directly to the origin of the Great Dao, and can only be mastered and driven by supreme beings who have truly touched the ultimate principles of heaven and earth.
Dao Wen!
The Daoist inscription, slowly dissipating on the left, was dark gold in color and twisted in shape like a coiled, lurking serpent. It exuded a strange vitality that captivated the soul and irresistibly drew one closer.
But in essence, it represents ultimate annihilation and end—
dead!
The Daoist inscription on the right, a deep, azure blue, resembling the head of a roaring, powerful dragon, exudes an imposing aura and is filled with an overwhelming and destructive force.
But its core contains a glimmer of hope for reversal, pointing to survival and rebirth in the face of adversity—
亡！
"Death" and "Death"!
This is hardly a choice.
These are clearly two paths of no return, both leading to destruction!
Regardless of which Dao script Wu Yang Half-Venerable chooses, his ultimate fate was already sealed the moment he stepped into this hall.
Sha Minghong is merely using the guise of "choice" to manipulate people's hearts and trample on their dignity and hopes.
And in doing so, they achieve their deeper goals.
It's not hard to see that this was all a ruthless and cruel game orchestrated by Shark Minghong from beginning to end.
Or rather, from the very beginning, he never intended to let go of Wu Yang Banzun, who came to "surrender."
And behind Wu Yang, a half-saint, lies a coalition of races led by the Xuan Turtle Clan.
The reason why Shark Minghong was willing to waste his precious time accompanying Wu Yang Banzun in this "pledge of allegiance" act was...
They even went so far as to use the "promise of a Divine Transformation Venerable" to increase their persuasiveness and sense of oppression; their true purpose...
The intention is to exploit the lingering affection that Wu Yang, the Half-Venerable, has for the Xuan Turtle Clan.
And its own desire to survive...
He wanted more than just the life of Wu Yang, the Half-Venerable.
Furthermore, they intend to use this as a pretext to leverage the profound resources accumulated by the Xuan Turtle Clan over countless years and bring those vast resources under their own control.
Do not!
To be more precise, while the ordinary treasures and even some law-based spiritual objects accumulated by the Xuan Turtle Clan are precious, they are not Sha Minghong's core objective.
What he was truly determined to obtain was the innate Qi and the earth's turbid Qi that might exist in the secret treasures of the Xuan Turtle Clan and were extremely rare in the world!
This is the core objective of Shark Minghong's strategy and the ultimate goal of all his actions.
As for other gains, they were merely incidental.
That's why he patiently played with Wu Yang, the Half-Venerable, for a while, carefully weaving this death trap.
To ensure the successful receipt of these treasures.
Now that the goal has been achieved...
Therefore, Wu Yang, the "treasure offerer," naturally lost his greatest value to him and became a hidden danger that could be eliminated at any time.
but!
To be fair, the allegiance of a half-step demon lord would not be entirely without value under normal circumstances.
At the very least, if the Xuan Turtle Clan, as a long-established and powerful clan, could genuinely submit, it would indeed help the Black Spirit Tiger Shark Clan consolidate its rule in the True Dragon Sea more quickly and reduce many unnecessary troubles.
But Sha Minghong knew perfectly well:
The Xuan Turtle Clan's Nascent Soul Demon Lord fell at his hands.
This deep-seated blood feud has long been ingrained in the very marrow of both races, and cannot be easily resolved by Wu Yang, the Half-Venerable, bowing his head alone.
Even if Wu Yang, a half-saint, could endure humiliation to protect the bloodline of his clan, how could the other cultivators in the Xuan Turtle Clan, especially the radicals, truly submit to their enemy?
They may temporarily endure because the situation is beyond their control, but the seeds of hatred have already been sown and will surely become a major threat in the future.
Given Sha Minghong's character, would he really plant such an obvious destabilizing factor around himself just for a little bit of convenience in ruling?
He always pursues absolute control in his actions, eliminating any potential problems.
It is precisely based on these cold-blooded considerations...
From beginning to end, Sha Minghong never intended to truly accept Wu Yang, the Half-Venerable, and the Xuan Turtle Clan.
The so-called "opportunity to surrender" was nothing more than a death drama he orchestrated, with the aim of both seizing the treasure and eliminating any future trouble.
The tragedy of Wu Yang, the Half-Saint, began the moment he prepared to feign surrender...
It was already destined.
Followed by.
Sha Minghong, seated on his throne, furrowed his brow almost imperceptibly.
It seemed displeased by the faint trace of blood in the air.
He casually raised a finger, and without any flash of light, the unpleasant atmosphere in the hall was completely wiped away as if by an invisible hand.
In an instant, it returned to the purity and stillness of a deep sea valley.
After dispelling the insignificant dust, Sha Minghong's expression returned to its usual calm.
He slowly extended his palm, which was broad and thick with distinct knuckles, containing the power to crush stars.
He simply turned his palm upwards and gently flipped it over...
In an instant, the previously dimly lit hall was suddenly illuminated!
Clumps and strands of wondrous objects, radiating iridescent, dreamlike light, appeared out of thin air and floated quietly above his palm.
These orbs of light are of different shapes and properties.
Some are like wisps of purple mist, slowly flowing, exuding a pure and uplifting innate Daoist charm that cleanses the soul; that is the innate Qi.
Some are like thick, yellow clouds, still and undisturbed, exuding a powerful aura that sinks down and nourishes the origin of all things; this is the turbid air of the earth.
Every wisp of malevolent energy, every wisp of turbid air, was pure to the extreme, containing the most primal power of heaven and earth.
They intertwined and reflected each other, casting an ever-changing interplay of light and shadow on Shark Minghong's majestic face.
It adds a touch of mystery and profundity.
These invaluable innate vital energy and turbid earth energy are what he has painstakingly collected and accumulated over the years at great cost.
Today, we received the final part from Wu Yang, a half-saint (or rather, the Xuan Turtle Clan)...
It perfectly filled the last gap.
Sha Minghong's deep gaze swept over the orbs of light before him, and a barely perceptible heat flickered in the depths of his usually indifferent eyes.
"Years of planning and scheming have finally come to fruition..."
Everything is ready, except for the east wind.
It is time to forge all things and forge my supreme foundation!
A murmur, which only he could hear, echoed deep within his soul.
suddenly!
His movements paused!
Sitting upright on the throne, Shark Minghong seemed to have thought of something.
He did not speak, but his cold and majestic voice, like an invisible ripple, pierced through the dense blood-red light that enveloped the hall and accurately reached the depths of the minds of every core member of the Black Spirit Tiger Shark Clan.
"Issue my decree..."
A deep voice boomed directly into the minds of the clan elders and senior members, carrying an undeniable determination:
"From this moment forward, I will personally go to the ancestral land of the Xuan Turtle Clan to enter seclusion through its spiritual veins."
During the period of seclusion, unless it involves matters of vital importance to the survival of the race, no one may detain or disturb the area for any reason.
Having said that,
He paused slightly, and the chilling will he exuded sent a shiver down the spines of all who listened:
"Those who disobey or rashly attempt to close the gate..."
"..." (End of this chapter)