UGB Chapter 1808 Schemes Fail, Opportunity!
Chapter 1808 Schemes Fail, Opportunity!
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A particularly ancient, even somewhat dilapidated, palace stands alone here.
It was unremarkable compared to other rough and ornate palaces.
Wu Yang, a half-saint, pointed to the silent palace in the distance and said:
“Senior, the entrance to our clan’s treasure trove is located within this great hall.”
While talking,
He dared not be negligent, and flicked his finger.
A dazzling beam of light fell precisely on the ancient, unadorned palace door, marked by the passage of time.
hum!
On the surface of the palace gate, the Xuanwu relief on the left and the Xuan snake engraving on the right seem to be instantly activated, rippling with a faint, ethereal light.
The phantom images of a tortoise and a snake appeared out of thin air, intertwining and swirling, exuding an ancient aura.
Click!
A dull thud of a mechanism sounded, and the heavy palace doors, sealed for countless years, slowly opened inward, revealing the deep darkness within.
Seeing this, Wu Yang, the half-venerable, stepped aside and respectfully extended his hand in a gesture of invitation:
"Senior, please!"
Shark Minghong's gaze swept over the open palace doors, then glanced at the respectful Wu Yang Half-Venerable beside him, a barely perceptible smirk playing on his lips.
He nodded slightly, then, without further hesitation, strode into the palace.
In his view, any scheming is futile in the face of absolute power.
However, just as Shark Minghong's figure completely disappeared into the darkness inside the palace!
A sudden change occurred!
The Martial Yang Half-Venerable, who had been following behind in a humble posture, suddenly unleashed a cold light that had been suppressed in his eyes, like ten thousand years of ice shattering!
All the humility and fear on his face vanished instantly.
Instead, it was replaced by a kind of madness and determination to destroy everything!
"It's now!"
He roared inwardly, and his hand, which had been hidden in his sleeve, flashed out a strange and complex hand seal.
At the same time, a soft shout containing endless hatred and determination rang out.
It exploded like a thunderclap in this silent space:
"Black Tortoise Collapse Formation, activate!"
boom!
Boom boom boom! ! !
The order was given as if a fuse had been lit, and a series of earth-shattering explosions came wildly from all directions!
A continuous, deafening roar of destruction!
What comes into view...
The once majestic and towering palace complex is now being crushed by an invisible force, crumbling inch by inch, with boulders flying everywhere and spiritual light exploding!
Even more chilling is...
On every crumbling palace wall, the thousands of black tortoise reliefs that were originally still seemed to come alive instantly, exuding a terrifying aura!
"Roar!"
"Ow!"
With a deafening roar, towering and majestic Xuan Turtle Battle Spirits, formed from pure earth-elemental spiritual power and ancient runes, rose into the air from the ruins of the shattered palace!
Their eyes were bloodshot, fixed on the ancient palace that had just been opened in front of Wu Yang, the half-saint!
An overwhelming killing intent completely sealed off that space!
Wu Yang, the Half-Venerable, seemed to have anticipated this cataclysmic event. His face showed no surprise, only a chilling killing intent.
His hands moved rapidly in front of his chest, forming a hand seal that was more complex and ancient than before.
His aura surged wildly in an almost self-destructive manner.
It even triggered a wail from the surrounding array of beings!
"With my soul, I call upon the spirit of my ancestors!"
Guided by blood ties, reaching the pinnacle of sublimation, forgiveness!
He spat out a mouthful of his life essence blood, merging it into the hand seal, and let out a final roar!
Rumble——!
The entire ancestral land of the Xuan Turtle Clan—no, the entire underwater mountain range—trembled violently!
The originally transparent protective array light screen above suddenly burst forth with dazzling, multicolored light.
The light was so intense that it even pierced through the deep sea abyss and illuminated the endless darkness above!
at the same time,
The thousands of blood-red Xuan Turtle battle spirits that soared into the sky seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, frantically merging and converging towards the central point!
In the blink of an eye, an unimaginably enormous phantom of Xuanwu, almost filling the entire ancestral land space, condensed and took shape!
With a tortoise's body and a snake's tail, it roared to the sky, emanating an aura that was terrifying beyond compare, already surpassing the level of a half-saint.
It reached a state that chilled the soul!
at this time!
boom--! ! !
A beam of light, its color indescribably dazzling and containing terrifying, world-destroying energy, descended from the very core of the five-colored array's light barrier and precisely poured into the majestic Xuanwu phantom!
Infused with this terrifying energy, the Xuanwu phantom seemed to gain substance, its enormous head suddenly rising and its massive mouth opening wide!
An irresistible and terrifying devouring force swept out in all directions!
The first to be affected are the large spiritual veins that support the entire ancestral land.
And the colorful protective formation itself!
Visibly, the extremely pure spiritual energy flowed like a mighty river, and the incredibly tough array light barrier was like shattered glass, all turning into a raging torrent that was being devoured by the giant maw!
In less than a breath...
The ancestral land of the Xuan Turtle Clan, which was originally filled with spiritual energy and towering palaces, has been completely transformed into a barren land with depleted spiritual energy and scarred landscape!
All the buildings were gone, leaving only broken foundations and bottomless cracks!
And that protective formation that had guarded the Xuan Turtle Clan for countless years...
Under the suction of the Xuanwu phantom, it let out a mournful cry of unbearable strain, then completely shattered, turning into countless points of light and dissipating into nothingness!
Rumble——! ! !
Without the barrier of the great formation, billions of tons of cold, dark, endless seawater, with the force of a thunderbolt, rushed in from all directions.
In an instant, it completely submerged this devastated ancestral land of the Xuan Turtle Clan, restoring it to its original deep-sea state.
The Xuanwu phantom, which had devoured everything and possessed an aura of extreme terror, had its bloodshot eyes fixed on the solitary, ancient palace.
An overwhelming killing intent rolled down!
now!
In the vast expanse of heaven and earth, it seemed that only the towering, illusory image of the Black Tortoise remained.
And its terrifying giant claw, carrying a vast expanse of seawater, crashing down.
The shadows spread faster than the light, instantly engulfing the solitary palace below, making it appear like a speck of dust in a raging storm.
Space groaned under the strain, violent energy currents tore everything apart, and the seawater below was forced apart by invisible pressure, forming a huge vortex.
Wu Yang, a half-saint, had his hair and beard standing on end, his essence and cultivation burning wildly as he poured them into the core of the great formation.
His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the palace about to be crushed, a single, mad thought running through his mind:
At all costs, we must vanquish this formidable enemy!
"die--!"
The roars and the thunderous crash of the giant claws mingled together, and the destructive storm was about to wipe that area completely off the seabed.
boom! ! !
A deafening roar erupted, sending towering waves soaring into the sky, mixed with powder from crushed seabed rocks.
However, the anticipated scene of the palace collapsing and the powerful enemy being injured did not occur.
Just as the boundless shadow was about to touch the glazed tile roof of the palace—
A sudden change occurred!
The main hall, which had just been sealed by Wu Yang, a half-venerable, with his life essence and clan's treasures, had its tightly closed doors silently turned to dust.
A detached voice, crystal clear, pierced through the destructive roar and reached the Half-Venerable Martial Yang.
Do not,
It reached the ears of every being in this world who was willing to listen.
"Elder, is this your 'sincerity'?"
His voice was flat, devoid of any anger, yet colder than ten-thousand-year-old ice.
The subtle irony contained within was like an invisible needle, piercing deep into the mind of Wu Yang, the Half-Venerable.
next moment,
A figure in a plain robe slowly stepped out.
The surging, chaotic seawater, powerful enough to tear apart a Golden Core cultivator, obediently parted to the sides as it approached within three zhang of him, as if encountering an invisible monarch, making way for him.
He walked with a calm and unhurried gait, as if he were not stepping onto a battlefield of life and death, but strolling in his own backyard.
The rules of the surrounding space seemed to have subtly changed the moment he appeared, and an invisible domain had already opened up.
It was Sha Minghong.
He first glanced indifferently at Wu Yang, a half-venerable who was flushed from the backlash of power in the distance. His gaze was calm and unwavering, yet it made Wu Yang feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his blood almost froze.
Then, Sha Minghong's gaze fell on the giant claw of Xuanwu that was already pressing down on his head, containing the power to collapse mountains and boil seas.
Seeing this, a slight smile appeared on his lips, as if he found it somewhat amusing.
He didn't make any hand gestures or chant any spells; he simply raised his right hand casually and waved his sleeve lightly at the enormous, sky-covering claw.
The movement was light and effortless, like brushing a speck of dust off one's shoulder.
However, it was this seemingly casual flick of the wrist—
Boom! ! !
A louder, more muffled, and more terrifying explosion than the previous slam of the giant claw rang out!
The Xuanwu giant claw, which embodied the essence of the Xuan Turtle clan's protective array and possessed power sufficient to suppress a Nascent Soul cultivator, trembled violently in mid-air as if struck by an invisible, heaven-splitting axe.
It immediately shattered into pieces, transforming into the purest spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and collapsed with a roar!
Not just giant claws...
Even the enormous Xuanwu phantom let out a mournful cry of unwillingness. From beginning to end, it was like a shattered glass statue, instantly covered with countless cracks. Then, in the despairing gaze of Wu Yang, the half-venerable, it completely disintegrated and vanished into nothingness.
The suffocating, terrifying pressure between the sea and sky dissipated instantly.
All that remained was chaotic inspiration and endless silence.
“No… Impossible!!”
Wu Yang, a half-saint, trembled violently and spat out a mouthful of his heart's essence blood, his aura instantly weakening.
His eyes widened, almost bulging out of their sockets, as he stared intently at Sha Minghong's nonchalant figure, letting out a scream filled with incomprehensible horror and despair.
"After our clan's protective formation has been fully upgraded, let alone suppressing a Nascent Soul cultivator, even three would be no problem!"
How could this be... how could it be broken in a single blow?
"Hallucination!"
It must be an illusion!
"Yes, it must be that fiend who used a bewitching spell!"
He muttered to himself, his Dao heart experiencing an unprecedented shock at this moment, almost shattering on the spot.
All the scheming, all the sacrifices, all the resolve—all seemed so laughable in the face of the other party's nonchalant wave of the hand.
So easily defeated.
It seemed to have become a bubble that could burst at the slightest touch.
At that moment, all his ambition and all his struggles vanished along with the dissipating phantom of Xuanwu.
All that remained was a bone-chilling cold and despair.
Looking at the distraught and seemingly deranged Wu Yang, Sha Minghong showed no anger whatsoever despite the man's scheming.
They did not take the opportunity to kill him.
He still wore that enigmatic, faint smile, and spoke slowly, his voice calm yet carrying undeniable authority:
"Young friend Wu Yang, although you schemed against me, I can understand it."
He paused slightly, his gaze sweeping over the ruined underwater city below, before continuing:
"after all!
The noble demon lord who had ascended to godhood did indeed die at my hands.
With this remark,
Like a morning bell and evening drum, it suddenly pulled Wu Yang, the half-master, back from endless despair and self-doubt.
He abruptly looked up, staring at Sha Minghong in disbelief, his eyes filled with extreme astonishment and a hint of...
An incredible hope.
He suppressed his surging emotions, his voice trembling, and asked cautiously:
"Could it be... that the senior intends to forgive this old man's grave disrespect?"
Sha Minghong neither nodded nor shook his head, but gave him a meaningful look and said:
"I always keep my word."
Since I said I'd give you a chance, I will never go back on my word!
Hearing this,
In an instant, an astonishing light burst forth from the dim eyes of Wu Yang, the Half-Venerable.
He knew that someone at the other's level had neither the need nor the inclination to deceive him, an ant.
This might truly be... the last glimmer of hope for the Xuan Turtle clan to survive in the True Dragon Sea!
Thinking of the heavy responsibility for the continuation of his clan, Wu Yang, a half-saint, forcibly suppressed the excitement and humiliation in his heart. Without the slightest hesitation, he forced a look of gratitude onto his face, bowed deeply, and spoke with utmost respect and urgency:
"Thank you for sparing my life, senior!"
"Your magnanimity is boundless, senior! I am deeply grateful!"
next moment,
Sha Minghong's indifferent voice entered his ears clearly once again, carrying an undeniable meaning:
"Remember, this is an opportunity."
"I understand! I understand!"
Wu Yang, the Half-Venerable, quickly responded, adopting an extremely humble posture.
"Please give me your guidance, senior. Whatever the matter, I will do my utmost, even at the cost of my life!"
see,
A barely perceptible look of satisfaction flashed in Sha Minghong's eyes, and then he said:
“It’s very simple.
"If you can retrieve for me the innate vital energy and the turbid earth energy recorded in this jade slip, I will forgive and forget what happened today."
While talking,
He flicked his finger, and a stream of light shot out, transforming into an ancient jade slip that quietly floated in front of Wu Yang, the Half-Venerable.
"With the accumulated resources of your Xuan Turtle clan over countless years, gathering these things shouldn't be a problem, right?"
Sha Minghong's voice carried a hint of probing.
With immense trepidation, Wu Yang, a half-saint, fixed his gaze on the seemingly ordinary jade slip before him, a slip that could potentially determine the fate of his entire clan.
He took a deep breath and silently prayed:
"The survival of hundreds of thousands of our descendants depends on this..."
May our ancestors bless us; the items recorded in the jade slip are not those legendary objects that have long since vanished.
otherwise……"
"···"
...(End of this chapter)