UGB Chapter 1781 Leaving the Integration!
Chapter 1781 Leaving the Integration!
A few breaths later...
Refining complete!
A specially crafted soul puppet, possessing both stealth and sensory capabilities, has taken shape.
Cheng Buzheng flicked his fingers.
Whoosh!
The doll instantly transformed into an almost invisible streak of light, shooting with unparalleled precision towards the hazy point of light suspended in the air.
The instant the stream of light touched the point of light
Like a drop of water merging into the ocean, it instantly disappears into it.
at the same time,
Inside that point of light, in that strange space that was only ten cubic meters in size.
All around, and even in the void above and below, were countless complex and profound array patterns.
The vast majority of the patterns were dull and lifeless, like a dried-up riverbed.
Only a few key patterns still slowly flow with iridescent light, like liquid spiritual energy, maintaining the most basic operation of this node.
A streak of light flashed...
It instantly transformed into a slightly ethereal figure with lively eyes.
It was Cheng Buzheng's soul puppet.
After he appeared, his sharp gaze swept over the dim array patterns around him.
Ultimately, it settled on those spiritual networks that were still glowing and flowing.
And on a simple, ancient Daoist inscription floating in the center of the space, emitting faint spatial fluctuations.
"The formation is silent, less than one-tenth of it remains, only the basic transformation is still being maintained."
The soul puppet shares Cheng Buzheng's thoughts.
“This inscription… is the core of the spatial node, and its connection with other array patterns is extremely weak, making it the best place for monitoring.”
After quickly assessing the situation,
The soul puppet stepped to a corner where the flow of energy would not be affected and sat cross-legged.
Hands form a mudra in front of the chest.
Strands of light, finer than a strand of hair and almost transparent, spread from his fingertips.
Silently, it merged with the surrounding key array patterns that were still glowing.
And it established an extremely subtle connection with the Dao inscription that was suspended in the air in the center.
When the last connection was completed, the hand seals in the soul puppet's hands changed.
hum!
A very slight ripple spread out in space.
The figure of the soul puppet faded from solid to faint, and finally disappeared completely.
Along with the thin filaments of light that extended outwards, they also disappeared into the void.
The entire ten-cubic-meter space has been restored to its previous appearance.
It was as if nothing had ever happened.
A perfect state of concealment has been achieved.
Whether it's visible to the naked eye?
Whether you observe with your divine sense or not, the result is the same.
Beyond the spot of light.
After the soul puppet successfully infiltrated and concealed itself, Cheng Buzheng's true form extended his index finger once more...
Gently tap the hazy point of light.
The point of light trembled slightly.
It vanished silently like an illusion, completely merging into the void, leaving no trace behind.
The skies above this sea area have returned to a state of "normal" stillness.
Cheng Buzheng stood with his hands behind his back, taking one last deep look at the void where hidden traps had already been laid, his eyes as deep as an ancient well.
next moment,
With a slight movement of his feet, his figure vanished like wisps of smoke, disappearing in the direction he had come from.
The speed was so fast that it could not be captured by sight.
Just as Cheng Buzheng quietly returned...
Deep within that hidden node, in the small space of ten directions, everything seemed normal.
Only the floating Daoist inscription flickered almost imperceptibly.
Then things returned to calm.
An invisible net of surveillance has already been quietly cast.
···
Forbidden Sea, Purgatory Continent.
At the summit of the sacred mountain, a majestic figure quietly appeared.
The high priest, clad in a blood-red robe, gazed at the continent, his thoughts drifting far away.
"Based on the timeline, that mysterious Nascent Soul cultivator should have already left the Forbidden Sea!"
"Should we take action now and increase the array's access?"
Think of this.
The high priest couldn't help but feel a stirring of desire.
But the next moment, he immediately dismissed the idea.
"Do not!
It's best to be cautious. If the other party is still lingering in the Forbidden Sea, it will inevitably alert them.
"In this way, all the previous plans will be reduced to ashes."
Not only that, but the mysterious cultivator would also realize that he possessed a treasure capable of concealing and warding off the great oath of inner demons.
"This is extremely disadvantageous for him."
"never mind.
Let's wait a little longer.
"I've endured these long years, so a little more won't make a difference."
"Let's clean up this mess first."
Think about this.
Standing atop the sacred mountain, the high priest, clad in a blood-red robe, had a glint of light in his eyes.
The corners of his mouth moved slightly.
next moment.
Blood Sacred Mountain, 1086th floor!
A series of magnificent buildings, connected together.
At the center stands an even larger palace.
Not bad.
This massive palace is the headquarters of the temple, the sole dominant force of the Purgatory Clan.
Just then, figures clad in armor and blood-red robes emerged from this magnificent hall.
Each figure exuded an extremely obscure aura.
Followed by.
The top experts of the Purgatory Clan Temple walked solemnly and with utmost respect toward the summit of the holy mountain.
The atmosphere was solemn, but I was extremely uneasy inside.
It seems they are extremely confused about their future fate.
A moment later, a blood-red figure came into view of these powerful members of the Purgatory Clan.
See this scene.
Those figures clad in blood-red armor darkened their eyes, their hearts filled with even greater worry.
"Why is there only one High Priest?"
According to past practice, for any meeting, both the divine messenger lineage and the priest lineage should send an elder to preside over the meeting.
not good!
"Didn't the Divine Envoy lineage have any strong members who survived the great battle?"
Even if the other divine messengers perished in the great battle...
That powerful divine envoy shouldn't have perished!
"It seems that the future fate of the divine messenger lineage is fraught with difficulties."
From now on, we, the lineage of divine messengers, will have to act according to the whims of the priesthood.
"well···
"I hope the High Priest will spare us, out of consideration for our own kind!"
"···"
Similar uneasy thoughts arose in the minds of those powerful warriors clad in armor.
Upon seeing the high priest with his hands behind his back, the figure clad in a blood-red robe couldn't help but reveal a clear look of joy in his blood-red eyes.
"Very good!
The high priest is back; now we can finally rest easy.
Previously, I, Situ, noticed that the divine messenger and the high priest had not returned for a long time, and something unexpected had happened. I never expected the surprise to come so suddenly.
"No, where are the other priests!"
And what about the many divine messengers of the divine messenger lineage?
Why is it that only the High Priest has returned?
"Could it be that the other divine messengers and priests are in seclusion healing their wounds?"
So that's why the High Priest was put in charge?
"It shouldn't be!
Over the years, there have never been any surprises regarding the "unspoken rules" of any meeting.
Could it be...?
Think of this.
The group of Situ secretly gasped.
At the same time, a look of horror flashed in his eyes.
All of a sudden.
These thoughts arose in the minds of the powerful members of the Purgatory Clan.
at this time···
The high priest, with his hands behind his back, slowly turned around.
He glanced at the group of powerful figures before him, his imposing gaze sweeping over them...
These experts, even the weakest of whom were comparable to those in the late Nascent Soul stage, all lowered their heads and dared not meet his gaze.
Its majesty is evident.
Then, a calm and deep voice boomed in the ears of all the powerful figures in the temple.
"It seems you all guessed it as well!"
Not bad.
The other divine messengers and priests perished in this great battle.
This statement came out.
Although the powerful figures of the temple had some idea of what was going on, they were still greatly shocked.
"This is impossible."
"It shouldn't be!"
"···"
The powerful figures in the temple were momentarily incredulous.
Then one of the powerful figures, clad in blood-red armor and with a resolute expression, stepped forward, bowed, and clasped his hands in a fist salute, saying:
"High Priest, where is the Great Divine Messenger?!"
Hear the words.
The high priest glanced at the other person, then his indifferent voice came again.
"That is also true."
Although the high priest's voice remained indifferent, it lacked a touch of deep sorrow compared to before.
Just as the other powerful figures from the temple were about to continue their questioning...
The high priest waved his hand and said:
"quiet!"
"In this battle, our clan's divine messengers and priests were almost completely slaughtered by the human and demon races, but the Nascent Soul stage experts of the human and demon races were not much better off!"
Less than one in ten survives.
However, after this battle, the bottleneck is teetering on the brink of collapse and is about to be broken.
Once this priest has broken through his seclusion, he will surely lead you all to slaughter both humans and demons and dominate this world.
Therefore, you must turn your hatred into motivation, understand?
"I'll understand later!"
"understand!"
"···"
See this scene.
The high priest nodded to himself, appearing quite satisfied.
Then he continued:
"Now I, the priest, entrust you with a task: to gather all the spiritual materials needed for the 'Traction Array' as soon as possible."
"The day the great formation is successfully set up will be the day when I, the priest, lead you out of the forbidden sea."
"High Priest, you can rest assured."
“Good, leave the ‘Traction Array’ to us.”
"···"
"High Priest, we will never delay your important business."
Upon hearing this, the high priest, clad in a blood-red robe, nodded slightly and said:
"I'm leaving this matter to you!"
correct.
Don't forget to prepare offerings.
"Yes!"
"Yes!"
"..."
Deep within the Forbidden Sea lies the Hellish Continent.
This continent, surrounded by a blood-red ocean, is shrouded in a perpetually oppressive spiritual mist.
The mainland itself is dark red, as if it were dyed by billions of dried blood.
In the center of the continent, a towering mountain pierces the clouds, its crimson body resembling the skeleton of a colossal beast—this is the sacred land of the Purgatory Clan.
The location of Blood Sacred Mountain.
At the summit of the sacred mountain.
The void rippled slightly, and a majestic figure quietly appeared.
The newcomer wore a long robe that seemed to be woven from flowing dark blood, with intricate dark gold patterns flowing across the robe, exuding a chilling aura of majesty and antiquity.
He is the sole ruler of the Purgatory Clan, the High Priest.
A fierce wind howled from the mountaintop, whipping the hem of his blood-stained robe, making it flutter loudly.
The high priest's deep, blood-red eyes gazed upon the vast, desolate continent beneath his feet.
His gaze seemed to pierce through layers of space, reaching the endless, blood-red forbidden sea at the edge of the continent.
His thoughts, however, drifted away unconsciously, returning to the earth-shattering battle that had occurred not long ago.
And that mysterious and powerful human cultivator who had reached the Nascent Soul stage.
"Based on the timeline..."
That mysterious Nascent Soul cultivator has most likely already left the Forbidden Sea!
The high priest silently recited in his heart,
This judgment slightly eased his tense mind.
A thought then arose intensely:
"Is now the best time to take action, completely take over, and increase our remaining control over that peerless formation?"
Just think of the power and authority that would come with complete control over the array...
Even with his millennia of cultivation, he couldn't help but feel a ripple of emotion, his heart stirring with restlessness.
That is not only the foundation for completely controlling the Forbidden Sea,
It was also a crucial step in realizing his age-old ambition.
But in the next moment, reason and long-standing caution instantly overwhelmed this impulse.
His gaze sharpened, and he immediately dismissed the idea.
"Do not!
"Don't be reckless!"
He silently warned himself,
"What if... what if the other party is cunning and has not truly gone far away, but is hiding somewhere in the Forbidden Sea, or has laid some kind of backup plan."
"Touching the core authority of the formation at this moment will undoubtedly cause significant fluctuations, certainly alerting the enemy."
"In this way, the previous forbearance and the subsequent pretense and evasion..."
Even a temporary peace agreement,
All these plans will be reduced to ashes, a complete failure!
"Not only that, that mysterious cultivator was by no means a dullard."
Once alerted, one will immediately realize that this priest possesses a rare treasure or secret technique capable of concealing or even evading the backlash of the great oath of inner demons.
If such secrets are discovered, the other party will certainly be on guard.
This could even provoke their relentless retaliation, which would be extremely detrimental to this priest's subsequent plans.
"So be it..." After weighing the pros and cons, the high priest sighed inwardly.
"A small act of impatience can ruin a great plan."
This priest has endured these long years step by step, so what difference will a mere few decades or hundreds of years make?
Prudence is the best policy.
Let's wait for a more prudent period of time to ensure everything goes smoothly.
“Now,” he brought his attention back to reality.
"The most urgent task is to clean up the mess after the great war and thoroughly integrate the clan's forces."
Thinking of this,
Standing atop the sacred mountain, the high priest, clad in a blood-red robe, suddenly flashed a sharp, lightning-like glint in his eyes.
He no longer hesitated, his lips moved slightly...
An invisible and intangible wave of intent, yet containing supreme majesty.
It spread outwards from the temple below like ripples on water.
Blood Sacred Mountain, 1086th floor!
This layer is the core of the Purgatory Clan's power.
Looking around, rows of menacing, magnificent, dark blood-red buildings stretched out, exuding a solemn and imposing aura.
At the heart of the complex stands an exceptionally massive palace, its shape resembling a crouching, ancient beast, with sharp, blood-red crystals pointing towards the heavens from its roof—
This is the location of the temple headquarters, the only dominant force of the Purgatory Clan.
The moment the high priest transmitted his thoughts,
The heavy, dark gold stone doors of this magnificent main hall slowly opened with a deep rumble.
One after another, figures filed out from within.
These figures were clearly divided into two factions.
A group of top experts from the Divine Envoy lineage, clad in heavy, blood-red armor inscribed with strange runes and shimmering with a dark red luster, exuded a fierce and violent aura. Most of them were "Heavenly Origin Envoys".
He is also known as the "Divine General".
Another faction...
He wore the same blood-red robe as the high priest, but in a lighter color and with simpler patterns, exuding a sinister and profound aura.
...(End of this chapter)