UGB Chapter 1809: He who knows the current affairs is a hero!
Chapter 1809: He who knows the current affairs is a hero!
Immediately!
Wu Yang, a half-saint, extended his slightly trembling hand, took the jade slip, and carefully probed into it with a wisp of his mind.
Suddenly,
The names of various treasures, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura, along with descriptions of their forms and characteristics, surfaced in his mind.
"Nine Netherworld Mysterious Evil", "Heavenly Clear Qi", "Nether Spring Turbid Qi", "Earth Vein Primordial Evil"...
The more Wu Yang, the Half-Venerable One, read, the more his brows furrowed.
These are all rare treasures that are hard to find in the world. Even with the Xuan Turtle Clan's resources, they only possess a small portion of them. Most of them have long since disappeared due to changes in the environment.
His heart sank deeper and deeper into despair.
However, when his attention swept to the end of the jade slip, a line of additional text made his almost stopped heartbeat suddenly accelerate:
—If the above treasures are lacking, you can also collect the following types of evil spirits and turbid energy as substitutes…
See here,
Wu Yang, the half-venerable, suddenly relaxed, only to find himself drenched in a cold sweat.
While the requirements for alternatives remain stringent, they are at least more feasible than those treasures that have long since disappeared.
But then...
A deeper thought uncontrollably surfaced in his mind, casting a shadow over the nascent hope he had just begun to have:
"The person before me is incredibly powerful and meticulous..."
How could he not know that our clan's true strength had already been secretly transferred?
Was this truly all for these treasures?
“Or…
His true purpose was to use this jade slip as a clue to track me down and find the clan's secret treasure trove.
Or... locate the whereabouts of those highly skilled, hidden disciples?
Is this so-called 'opportunity' truly a way out?
Or is it another, more ingenious trap?
Meanwhile, deep within Wu Yang's sea of consciousness, thoughts collided and arose like lightning.
That sudden flash of inspiration, like a sharp lightning bolt streaking across the dark night sky, instantly illuminated many previously overlooked details.
It also sent chills down his spine.
"No! There might be another motive behind this!" A warning bell rang loudly in his mind.
"Sha Minghong is already an unparalleled being in the Nascent Soul Realm. These innate Qi and earth turbidity, which are considered treasures for the Nascent Soul and Half-Venerable Realms, are completely useless to his own cultivation!"
At best, it's merely adding to the Black Spirit Tiger Shark clan's treasure trove, enriching their clan's foundation.
Once thoughts are unleashed, they surge forth like a flood bursting its banks.
"This move may seem like a trivial 'small gesture of sincerity,' but it actually conceals a vicious and cunning scheme!"
Firstly, with this batch of supplies, the Black Spirit Tiger Shark Clan will undoubtedly see a significant increase in the number of semi-Saint level experts born within their ranks in the future.
The probability of even giving birth to a new Divine Venerable would also increase.
In contrast, our Xuan Turtle clan, having lost this foundational accumulation, will find the path to advancement for future generations extremely difficult.
Let alone the glory of becoming a god again,
Even maintaining the current number of half-saints would be difficult.
With this shift in power, Shark Minghong can fundamentally and significantly weaken the potential threat to our clan without shedding a drop of blood, thus eliminating the future situation of a weak main branch and a strong sub-branch...
How ruthless! How calculating!
At this moment, he couldn't help but think of the fact that Sha Minghong hadn't forcibly demanded the spiritual objects of the laws.
"Yes, he must know that the spirit objects of the laws are related to our clan's last hope for a comeback."
This is the bottom line that I would rather perish together with the enemy and abandon the True Dragon Sea foundation than surrender.
So he settled for second best, demanding these seemingly 'minor' resources that would actually sever the foundation of our clan...
After all, no race would willingly relinquish control of a treasure that determines its future to another.
"Of course!" A chill ran through Wu Yang, the Half-Venerable.
"Sha Minghong's actions likely indicate that he harbors even more sinister intentions."
His earlier comment about "browsing the treasure trove" was definitely not unintentional!
Perhaps his real purpose is to take this opportunity to follow the clues and wipe out the hidden bloodline seeds and last remaining resources of our clan?
Such thoughts are terrifying to contemplate!
For a time,
Countless distracting thoughts, suspicions, and weighing of pros and cons, like the most turbulent undercurrents in the ocean, frantically assaulted the mind of Wu Yang, the Half-Venerable.
Anger, resentment, fear, helplessness... a mix of emotions plunged this seasoned semi-saint into an unprecedented struggle and deep contemplation.
It felt as if every breath was an eternity.
However, the harsh reality forced him to make a quick decision.
The hesitation lasted only a moment...
A deep pain and resolve flashed in Wu Yang's half-venerable eyes, ultimately turning into a silent sigh:
"That's it!
Circumstances dictate our actions… It's worth sacrificing these material possessions to ensure the survival of most of our descendants, preserving a glimmer of hope for the Xuan Turtle clan!
As for whether Shark Minghong will go back on his word?
Wu Yang, the half-master, did not have much doubt.
At the level of Nascent Soul, one naturally possesses authority and rules of conduct, and should not stoop to breaking one's word to someone like him, an "ant."
Moreover, subduing the remaining forces of the Xuan Turtle Clan would be entirely beneficial to the Black Spirit Tiger Shark Clan's consolidation of their rule over the True Dragon Sea.
As as astute as Minghong is, he should know how to make the right choice.
Thinking of this,
The last trace of hesitation in Wu Yang's eyes vanished, replaced by an almost tragic determination.
From the outside, all of this happened in the blink of an eye.
Then,
Wu Yang, a half-venerable, suppressed all the turbulent emotions in his heart, lowered his posture to the extreme, bowed his head, and spoke with a deliberate display of respect and submission:
"This junior...thanks to your magnanimity, senior."
Give our people a chance to atone for their sins!
Hearing this,
Sha Minghong, perched high above, lowered his gaze, lingering for a moment on Wu Yang, the Half-Venerable.
He took in the sight of her restrained, struggling, and ultimately forced-to-yield expression, and a genuine look of satisfaction finally flashed deep in his eyes.
A barely perceptible smile played at the corners of his lips, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable air of authority:
"There's a saying among humans that makes a lot of sense."
Those who understand the times are the wise ones.
He paused, his tone ambiguous, seemingly both praising and criticizing.
"And you, Wu Yang, are now considered a... quite outstanding talent."
The soft laughter still lingered in my ears, carrying a faint hint of mockery, not yet completely dissipated into the flowing water.
Wu Yang, the half-saint, remained bowed, his head lowered, his gaze fixed only on the ruins of the shattered palace and the fine sand below.
However, just as his mind tensed slightly at that laughter...
An extremely subtle, almost imperceptible ripple in space,
Like the outermost ripples spreading from a pebble thrown into a still lake, it gently brushed past him.
A sudden chill ran through him, and he instinctively looked up—
The place where that imposing figure, as majestic as a mountain, once stood was now empty.
The seawater flowed naturally there, as if Shark Minghong had never existed.
No afterimage, no escape light.
There wasn't even the slightest disturbance to the spiritual energy caused by the forced movement.
It was as if his entire being had been silently and imperceptibly wiped away by the deep sea.
Or perhaps, he was originally one with this bottomless seabed, coming and going as he pleased.
A chill crept up Wu Yang's spine.
The methods of those at the Nascent Soul stage are indeed unpredictable and far exceed his perception limits.
Just as doubts began to grow in his mind, and he cautiously sensed his surroundings...
Not far ahead, deep within the magnificent hall—the only intact building now shrouded in a blood-red light curtain—Sha Minghong's indifferent, emotionless voice echoed once more.
The sound ignored the barrier of the blood curtain and echoed clearly in the sea of consciousness of Wu Yang, the half-saint:
"After you have gathered everything I need, come and knock on my door again."
His tone was flat, yet carried an unquestionable air of command.
"Yes! This junior obeys!"
Wu Yang, the half-saint, dared not be negligent in the slightest. He bowed again to accept the order, his voice respectful.
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, something unexpected happened!
The hall, shrouded in a blood-red light curtain, suddenly erupted with an even more intense blood-red light!
On the screen of light, countless twisted and mysterious runes moved and flickered wildly at an unprecedented speed.
The characters, resembling tadpoles brought to life, formed an ancient and ferocious array.
An indescribable, terrifying pressure erupted, like a ferocious beast that had been dormant for millennia suddenly awakening!
"boom--!"
It was not sound, but a terrifying impact formed by the pure release of energy.
Centered on the blood-red palace, the seawater within a radius of ten thousand miles seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand, and then violently squeezed and thrown outward!
The tranquil seabed instantly transformed into a raging inferno, with terrifying water pressure mixed with annihilating energy forming a visible, massive circular wave that swept away the shattered remains of the palace.
It swept out in all directions with overwhelming force!
Wu Yang Ban Zun was the first to be affected.
Although he was already a half-saint with formidable cultivation, the aftershocks of this outburst came too suddenly and were far more powerful than he could have imagined.
He felt an irresistible force slam into him, his protective aura flickering violently and uncertainly, and he groaned in unbearable pain.
He groaned, his body staggering backward uncontrollably, each step leaving deep footprints in the hard rock of the seabed.
He retreated seven or eight steps before barely managing to regain his balance.
A surge of qi and blood coursed through his body, and a look of shock and pallor crossed his face.
This is merely the natural aftershock of the formation being activated!
If he were hit head-on, even he would likely be severely injured instantly.
After a while,
The terrifying upheaval gradually subsided.
The murky seawater slowly settled, and the view became clear again.
With lingering fear, Wu Yang, a half-saint, looked ahead and saw that the great hall was completely enveloped by an incredibly solid, blood-red light curtain with constantly flowing runes. The surface of the light curtain was shrouded in a blood-red glow.
It exudes a chilling, isolating power, as if completely severing the interior space from the outside world.
Looking at this impregnable crimson light barrier, a thought involuntarily surfaced in Wu Yang's mind:
"Such a powerful isolation formation... Could it be that I'm overthinking things?"
Sha Minghong set up this formation simply to avoid being disturbed during his seclusion.
He simply disdains, or rather, has no need to resort to, any underhanded methods like tracking and location tracking to seize the last remaining resources of my clan.
The moment this thought arose...
His stronger rationality and caution immediately suppressed it.
"No! We absolutely cannot take any chances!"
How could I presume to fathom the thoughts of a demon lord who has transformed into a god?
Their methods are even more unpredictable and difficult to fathom.
What if... what if his seemingly complete seclusion is just a deliberate illusion to lull me into a false sense of security, making it easier for him to secretly use some kind of tracking technique?
This is by no means impossible!
In a life-or-death situation, the slightest negligence could lead to utter ruin.
Thinking of the descendants of the clan who were hidden in various places and carried the hope of continuing the bloodline, Wu Yang, the half-saint, suddenly sharpened his eyes.
"It seems that we can't afford to save that treasure after all!"
Thinking of this,
The last trace of hesitation in his eyes due to the preciousness of the treasure was completely replaced by a resolute look of determination.
No matter how precious the treasure, nothing is more important than the continuation of the clan.
Immediately,
He flipped his wrist, and something appeared in his palm.
It was a jade talisman about the size of a palm, with an extremely simple and ancient shape. The jade was warm and smooth, yet it exuded an air of vicissitude. The surface was engraved with simple cloud patterns, and it looked unremarkable.
Wu Yang, the Half-Venerable, moved his lips slightly and used his divine sense to compress and condense an extremely short encrypted message into a bundle, which he then silently injected into the jade talisman.
The jade talisman flashed with a faint light, then returned to its original state as if nothing had happened.
He didn't even check if the jade talisman had responded—
This is a secret treasure that is designed for one-way communication and is extremely difficult to intercept or detect.
Immediately afterward, without stopping, he took out another item.
This time it was a compass, only the size of a bowl, dark silver in color, and exquisitely crafted.
The compass surface is engraved with countless fine, extremely complex patterns.
At its center is a slightly pulsating transparent crystal.
Wu Yang, a half-saint, tossed it into the air, and the compass floated steadily in the seawater in front of him, adjusting its position on its own.
His expression was solemn as he swiftly formed hand seals in front of his chest, his fingers moving like butterflies.
Pure demonic energy, accompanied by profound rhythms, transformed into countless tiny light runes, flowing precisely into the compass like rivers flowing into the sea.
"Om-"
As the final seal was applied, the dark silver compass trembled slightly, radiating a soft white light.
The intricate patterns on its surface lit up one by one, as if a sleeping galaxy had been awakened.
Immediately afterwards, even more dazzling rays of light shot up from the edge of the compass.
The energy rapidly intertwined and condensed in the seawater a foot above it, outlining a small yet extremely intricate three-dimensional array phantom that emitted faint spatial fluctuations.
The formation slowly rotated...
The transparent crystal at the center shines the brightest, as if it has communicated with some distant being.
Wu Yang, the half-saint, stopped what he was doing, held his breath, and waited quietly.
The seabed returned to deathly silence, with only the flowing runes on the blood-red light screen and the faint light of the miniature teleportation array in front of him reflecting his ever-changing expression.
the other side.
Inside the crimson hall, Shark Minghong, seated on a high platform on a throne of white bones, slowly raised his head.
His gaze seemed to penetrate the thick palace walls and the blood-red light curtain, clearly "seeing" every move of the Half-Venerable Wu Yang outside.
When he saw the dark silver compass appear, especially the miniature teleportation array forming above it...
...(End of this chapter)