UGB Chapter 1801 Laws, Seclusion!
Chapter 1801 Laws, Seclusion!
moment!
An ominous premonition, like a cold, venomous snake, coiled around the heart of Wu Yang, the Half-Venerable.
Countless possible major changes flashed through his mind like lightning.
Despite his rapidly changing thoughts, his battle instincts, honed through countless trials of blood and fire, ensured that his actions were ruthless and sharp, pushing the Sea Lizard Clan Half-Saint into perilous situations.
However, he still spared a sliver of his attention, quickly plunging it into his sleeve to touch the communication jade talisman that was emitting a soft glow.
in an instant,
The brief yet urgent message contained within the jade talisman was reflected in his mind without reservation:
[Urgent report from the Hall of Fate Stones: The Ancestor's natal tortoise stone... has shattered!]
"impossible!!"
Wu Yang, a half-saint, felt his pupils suddenly shrink to the size of pinpoints. His heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand, and even his breath caught in his throat.
“Ancestor… Ancestor’s supernatural powers were unparalleled, how could he have been defeated and killed?”
That's absolutely impossible!
He almost cried out in shock, but his millennia of cultivation and the iron will of his battlefield experience forced him to suppress the horror deep in his throat.
It turned into an incredulous, low hiss, barely audible in the raging energy storm.
The Sea Lizard Clan Half-Saint, who had been suppressed for a long time and felt extremely frustrated, keenly sensed the momentary hesitation and mental fluctuation of Old Monster Wu Yang.
Although the specific reason is unknown, the fact that the opponent dared to be distracted during the life-or-death struggle is undoubtedly a great act of contempt!
"That's unreasonable!
Wu Yang, you old monster, how dare you underestimate me like this!
That's just asking for death!
The Sea Lizard Clan's half-Supreme Lord was instantly consumed by rage, almost losing his reason.
But he was, after all, a veteran powerhouse. Beyond his anger, he saw an excellent opportunity to turn the tide of the battle!
His eyes flashed with a cold light, and without the slightest hesitation, he immediately began to frantically activate a forbidden secret technique that consumed a great deal of energy.
His aura surged like a volcanic eruption, his demonic power becoming violent and chilling.
On the pitch-black Soul-Slaying Bell in front of him, the ferocious black dragon, which was originally just a relief sculpture, suddenly had its eyes light up with a scarlet light, as if it had come to life. Its dragon body twisted and roared silently!
"Clang—!!!"
A bell rang, louder and more piercing than ever before.
Like the roar of a demon from hell, it shook the entire universe!
As the bell tolled, the black dragon relief completely detached from the bell, growing longer in the wind and transforming into a hundred-zhang-long, pitch-black demonic dragon. It carried a terrifying aura capable of destroying souls and corroding all things, emitting a roar that tore through the sky.
hold head high!
Ang ang!!
The dragon's roar drew the power of heaven and earth within a thousand miles to converge wildly, and the hundred-foot-long demonic dragon's body expanded wildly in an instant, transforming into a ten-thousand-foot-long black dragon that blotted out the sky!
It bared its fangs and claws, carrying endless black sound waves and deathly aura, and with the force of earth-shattering destruction, it pounced on Wu Yang, the half-venerable who had been momentarily distracted by the terrible news!
This attack,
This was a long-planned counterattack by the half-respect of the Sea Lizard Clan.
It contains his life's cultivation and secret techniques, and its power is enough to severely injure someone of the same level!
However, Wu Yang, the Half-Venerable, was ultimately a great elder of the Xuan Turtle Clan, a veteran of countless battles, with an abundance of experience!
Just as the towering black dragon was about to strike him, his almost instinctive fighting spirit, honed through countless years of bloodshed and fire, forced him to suppress the turmoil in his heart and make the most correct and swift reaction!
His expression turned solemn, showing no sign of panic. He simply pointed forward with his finger and softly uttered a mantra:
"Yu!"
next moment,
A huge crystal shield, crystal clear and translucent, shimmering with water ripples and an earthy yellow halo, and shaped like an ancient tortoise shell, appeared out of thin air in front of him.
The moment this tortoise-shell crystal shield appeared, it expanded wildly as if it had come to life!
In the blink of an eye, an incredibly thick "heaven and earth barrier" inscribed with profound defensive Dao patterns stood in front of the terrifying, ten-thousand-foot-long black dragon that was charging towards them!
Rumble——! ! !
An indescribably loud explosion rang out, like two stars colliding!
A devastating energy storm swept out instantly, shattering the void like a mirror.
The blinding light engulfed that area, making it impossible to look directly at it.
As the blinding light gradually dissipated and the raging energy turbulence subsided, the void where it had been stood...
Only the half-saint figure of the sea lizard clan, holding a slightly trembling Soul-Destroying Bell and with somewhat disordered breathing, remained.
He stood there with a somber expression, his gaze fixed on the empty void before him.
As for Wu Yang, the Half-Venerable One...
In the instant of the energy burst, taking advantage of the cover of that earth-shattering collision, he used some mysterious escape technique and disappeared without a trace.
In the distance, one can vaguely see the horizon...
A tiny black dot was flashing away at a speed beyond the reach of divine sense.
In the blink of an eye, as the half-saint of the sea lizard clan focused his attention on the search, even that black dot completely disappeared into the vast sea and sky, leaving no trace.
All that remained was this devastated battlefield.
And the roar of the Sea Lizard Clan's Half-Supreme, filled with astonishment and resentment, echoed in the wind.
Not bad.
The rapidly receding black dot at the edge of the sky was the transformed light of Wu Yang, the half-saint of the Xuan Turtle Clan's great elder!
Because its speed was so fast, the distance was increased to an extreme in an instant.
Once it came into view, all that remained was a tiny black dot, appearing and disappearing between the clouds and the refraction of light.
At this moment, Wu Yang, a half-saint, was sparing no expense and frantically urging his escape light, rushing towards the ancestral land of the Xuan Turtle Clan.
His speed had already surpassed the limits that ordinary half-saints could achieve.
His body was surging with demonic energy.
It even stirred up spatial ripples, leaving a long, distorted trail of light and shadow in the air.
Such an astonishing speed of escape...
It is almost comparable to the speed of a demon lord who has just entered the Nascent Soul Realm when he does not easily use the power of the origin of the laws to travel!
Of course, this "comparison" is based on the premise that the Nascent Soul Venerable did not exert his full strength.
Even so, it is enough to demonstrate the unwavering determination of Wu Yang, the Half-Venerable, to escape at this moment.
And the extraordinary nature of the methods employed.
The cost is also obvious.
Within the escaping light, the once ruddy and majestic face of Wu Yang, the half-saint, was now strangely pale, devoid of any color.
Even her lips were slightly pale.
Although his aura was still powerful, it clearly revealed a sense of weakness and disorder, and fine beads of cold sweat even appeared on his forehead.
He looked as if he had suffered a great loss of energy and was extremely exhausted.
This was the consequence of him secretly and forcibly activating a forbidden escape technique of the Xuan Turtle Clan.
This secret technique comes at the cost of burning one's life essence and damaging one's foundation, allowing for the explosive speed to be unleashed in a short period of time, suitable for life-or-death situations or...
Like right now, they are racing against time to escape.
While struggling to maintain his escape light, he quickly took out a communication jade talisman that emitted faint spatial fluctuations.
Without a single wasted word, he directly imprinted the information with his divine sense, speaking at an astonishing speed, each word containing an undeniable resolve:
"Issue my highest command:"
Launch the 'Seclusion' plan immediately!
All steps must be executed according to the highest-level evacuation plan; there must be no errors!
next moment,
The jade talisman flashed with a faint light, and a voice, though respectful, could not hide its alarm and tension, came through:
"Yes, Elder!"
"Disciple...disciple will immediately convey the order!"
After a slight pause, the voice asked with a hint of hesitation:
"By the way, Elder... then, should we also notify our clan's allies in the alliance?"
A cold glint flashed in Wu Yang's eyes. Without the slightest hesitation, he said in a cold voice:
"I will handle this matter personally. You only need to immediately and strictly carry out my orders!"
Remember, all actions must be carried out in absolute secrecy, and not a single word must be leaked!
Anyone who disobeys or leaks information, regardless of their status, will be punished for treason and executed without exception!
His voice was icy cold, carrying a chilling, iron-blooded aura, and was transmitted through the jade talisman.
"Yes!
"Disciple understands!"
The voice on the other end trembled violently, clearly intimidated by the stern command, and dared not utter another word.
As the words fell...
The jade talisman in Wu Yang's hand lost its luster completely, and communication was interrupted.
He slowly put down the jade talisman, his clenched hands turning slightly white from the force.
He gazed towards the direction of his ancestral homeland. In his eyes, which had witnessed many vicissitudes of life, the previous grief and horror had been suppressed, replaced by a cold and resolute determination to achieve his goals by any means necessary.
"Black Spirit Tiger Shark Clan..."
Sea lizards...
And those so-called 'allies'...
Wu Yang, the half-saint, muttered to himself, his voice hoarse yet carrying a chilling undertone.
I'm sorry!
When the survival of a race is at stake, there is no room for even the slightest womanly compassion.
For the sake of our race's survival, we have no choice but to...make the necessary sacrifices.
The murmur dissipated in the sharp whistling of the wind caused by the rapid flight.
The murmurs faded,
Without further hesitation, he activated the secret technique within his body once more, his face paling even more, but his escape speed subtly increased by a fraction.
That astonishing streak of light, stretching across the vast sky, left a trail in the heavens that nearly tore space apart.
Finally, it disappeared completely beyond the vast sea of clouds and the horizon.
It's like it never happened.
Only the lingering, intense spatial fluctuations and the faint, almost imperceptible scent of burning essence and blood remained in the air.
.........
at the same time!
Far away, in the eternal darkness where even deep-sea fish rarely venture, the immense water pressure is enough to crush fine steel.
however,
In this extreme environment, contrary to common sense, stands a cluster of magnificent palaces.
These palaces were not in the delicate and refined style favored by humans, but rather exuded a wild and rugged atmosphere.
Almost all of them are built from huge blocks of dark black rock, their surfaces covered with traces of time and water erosion.
The outer walls of most palaces are carved with reliefs of tortoises in various poses.
Or it raises its head to the sky, as if roaring;
Or they lie prostrate and hide, seemingly one with the earth;
Or it may carry mysterious runes, drawing upon the surrounding water elemental power to flow slowly.
The entire palace complex stood silently in the darkness, exuding an ancient and solid aura, like a slumbering primordial beast.
at this time!
Deep within the palace complex, in a particularly grand main hall that resembles a mountain, the unchanging silence of millennia was abruptly shattered.
A frail, aged voice, clearly suppressing anxiety,
Like a stone thrown into a deep pool, it echoed in the spacious hall:
"Is everyone here?"
The source of the voice was an elderly man with a hunched back but an unusually steady demeanor.
He carried a dark tortoise shell covered with deep patterns, and several faint ancient scars could even be seen on the shell.
His eyes, which should have been as calm as an ancient well, were now sharp as lightning.
His gaze swept quickly across the figures gathering in front of him.
Standing before him were two boys and young men, both with youthful appearances and carrying tortoise shells of varying sizes.
Their tortoise shells were noticeably brighter and shinier, revealing a vibrant vitality.
The youths' auras were mostly at the level of second or third-tier cultivators.
The youths, without exception, were all third-tier demon core realm experts, their demonic power solidified, and their bodies surrounded by faint water ripples.
Among them were several exceptionally outstanding young men, whose auras were as solid and imposing as mountains.
He had already vaguely touched the mysterious threshold of the Demon Infant Realm, and was only one opportunity away from breaking through.
Not bad.
The hundreds of young cultivators before them were none other than the most talented and purest-blooded descendants of the Xuan Turtle clan in their time.
It is the flame of hope for the future of our people.
At this moment, the boys and young people in the hall looked at each other, their eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment.
Many of them were forcibly awakened from deep seclusion or bloodline slumber, still somewhat dazed.
Finally, a restless, turtle-shell-like boy couldn't hold back any longer and spoke first, his voice remarkably clear in the silent hall:
"Elder, what is the matter that is so urgent?"
"You actually summoned us all here?"
This question seemed to have opened a floodgate.
Another young man, just pulled from his sleep, rubbed his eyes and muttered with a hint of complaint:
"Yes, Elder!"
If you hadn't awakened me, and given me a few more years, I would surely have been able to condense a demon core and reach the third tier!
He had barely finished speaking when a sneer came from the side:
"Hmph, twelfth brother, you've been asleep for over a hundred years, and you still need 'some years' to break through?"
What a useless piece of trash!
"that is!
Sixth Brother and you share the same superior bloodline. Back then, it only took you eighty years to break through from the peak of the second tier to the Demon Core Realm!
Twelfth Brother, did you perhaps forget your instinct to absorb and release spiritual energy while you were asleep?
That's why we've been stuck at this bottleneck for so long.
"That must be it!"
Integrating the 'Mysterious Water Absorption Technique' into one's bloodline instincts is no easy task, but it requires persistent and arduous effort.
"My twelfth brother must have been slacking off; he's simply fallen into a deep sleep."
"Haha, you're right!"
That drowsy feeling is truly irresistible…
"It's just..."
For a time,
A few lighthearted laughs, tinged with youthful spirit, drifted through the main hall, seemingly easing the tense atmosphere.
"quiet!"
The Xuan Turtle Clan's Grand Elder's beard and hair stood on end. He suddenly let out a low shout, the sound waves rippling out like tangible water, causing the entire hall to tremble slightly.
His face was ashen, and his eyes held none of their usual gentleness, only an almost overflowing anxiety.
"Just now..."
"···"
...(End of this chapter)