UGB Chapter 1758 Relief Sculpture, Doubt!
Chapter 1758 Relief Sculpture, Doubt!
at the same time,
Faced with the overwhelming, surging tide of ghostly dragons, Cheng Buzheng simply stood still, a slight tremor running through his body...
A vast, boundless, and overwhelming pressure, surpassing all living beings.
Like a god who has been asleep for eons awakening, suddenly sweeping out without reservation with him as the center!
In an instant,
The terrifying torrent, composed of countless ghostly dragons and capable of destroying everything, seemed to have been abruptly paused by an invisible giant hand.
From extreme motion to extreme stillness, all the ghost dragons froze in mid-air.
It remained in the same ferocious attacking posture as before, but could no longer move an inch!
boom!
Bang bang bang...
Countless ghost dragons, completely suppressed by the terrifying pressure, lost their ability to float.
They plummeted from the sky like dumplings being dropped into a pot, crashing onto the dark red, dry, hard ground with a series of muffled thuds.
In a blink of an eye,
The dragon tomb, which had been filled with murderous aura just moments before, was now a scene of utter devastation. All the ghost dragons lay paralyzed on the ground, unable even to twist or struggle.
Cheng Buzheng glanced indifferently at the ghost dragon that had been completely suppressed and piled up like a mountain at his feet, his eyes calm and unwavering.
Immediately, a dazzling golden light shone in his eyes once more, like two searchlights, as he began to carefully scan this vast and eerie Dragon Tomb world.
His gaze swept past countless tombstones, piercing through the dense malevolent aura, and soon...
In the very center of the Dragon Tomb, a magnificent, ancient hall, seemingly constructed entirely of some kind of black boulder, came into view.
The grand hall stood alone between heaven and earth, exuding an aura that was more ancient, deeper, and more dangerous than the surrounding dragon tombs.
Apparently!
That is the true core of this Dragon Tomb world!
As Cheng Buzheng's gaze shifted...
The dark outline of the entire secret realm gradually unfolded in his eyes, like an ancient scroll being slowly unfurled.
In the distance, the towering black palace gradually came into clear view, piercing through the hazy mist.
The palace stands majestically, as if it had existed since ancient times. Its top is inlaid with countless luminous pearls, arranged like stars in motion, forming a dazzling, flowing galaxy.
A soft yet unbearable light shone down, illuminating this forgotten ancient land as if it were a dream.
As the light flowed, it occasionally flashed with a chilling Daoist charm, appearing both sacred and eerie.
The entire main hall is constructed from an unknown type of black megalith.
The stone was dark and dull, seemingly capable of swallowing light.
Only under the illumination of bright stars and glittering pearls does it emit a deep, faint light.
On the outer wall, a long scroll depicting a dragon is carved—
The dragon displayed countless postures, sometimes stretching its long body to pierce through the clouds and waves.
Sometimes it hovers in the air, spitting out clouds and mist.
Sometimes they also swoop down to hunt.
Even curled up in a deep sleep... and so on.
Each form was incredibly lifelike, with a faint spiritual pressure flowing between its scales and claws, as if it were about to burst forth at any moment.
And the most chilling thing...
It was the ancient and vast energy that permeated the entire ancient hall.
It wasn't just a simple pressure; it was more like a life-like breath, low and slow, yet containing an indescribable power.
With a little perception, one can understand that this magnificent building is not an inanimate object, but a powerful and spiritually rich magical artifact.
"This grand hall contains at least one supreme artifact." Cheng Buzheng's gaze narrowed slightly as he quickly deduced in his mind.
"It only lacks a spiritual restriction that governs all laws; otherwise, it would no longer be a treasure."
But it should be... a supreme spiritual treasure.
In the blink of an eye, he vanished from his spot like a gentle breeze and drifting clouds.
Looking again...
Cheng Buzheng was already standing in front of the main hall.
Looking up, one can see a huge plaque hanging above the palace gate, on which three magnificent characters are written in ancient runes—
"Hall of Inheritance".
The handwriting is deep and profound, like a dragon coiled and a tiger crouching; each stroke seems to contain profound truths.
Without a doubt, this is the place where the Golden Dragon Clan has continued its lineage and accumulated its heritage over countless years.
This is also the greatest foundation upon which it has dominated the True Dragon Sea for thousands of years.
With just one glance, Cheng Buzheng withdrew his gaze, intending to push open the door that had been closed for countless years.
however--
Just as he raised his hand to strike, he suddenly stopped and stood frozen in place.
A sense of foreboding arose from the depths of his mind, causing him to abruptly stop.
At that moment, it seemed as if he had thought of something.
"This secret realm is extremely hidden, and countless ghostly dragons guard its outer perimeter, making it eerie and dangerous..."
If it were anyone else, upon reaching this point, they would likely have completely let down their guard, believing that the path ahead led to heaven.
"But the Golden Dragon Clan... is it an ordinary force?"
Especially in such a crucial place of heritage, how could it not possess deeper methods of identification and a deadly contingency plan?
Think about this.
Cheng Buzheng's eyes suddenly filled with endless golden runes.
The already profound runes now operated and deduced in an even more complex way, intertwined with Daoist principles.
It was as if two galaxies were appearing and disappearing in his eyes.
In an instant, the ancient and magnificent hall before him underwent a mysterious transformation in his eyes.
The once somber black wall began to fade and become transparent in his vision, as if trying to see through everything hidden.
The structure of the main hall, the texture of the stone, even the movement of dust...
Everything is clearly visible, and there seems to be no hidden arrangement.
however.
Cheng Buzheng did not stop, and the golden light in his eyes became even more dazzling.
Finally, just before the magnificent hall built of black stone was about to become completely transparent in his eyes...
The deeply hidden array patterns suddenly surfaced!
What comes into view...
Like billions of spider webs suddenly unfurling, a dense and extremely complex array of patterns suddenly appears.
The entire hall was wrapped like a silkworm cocoon, leaving no gaps.
The array patterns were so complex and profound that they far surpassed ordinary fourth-order arrays, and even some fifth-order arrays could hardly compare.
However, the power fluctuations it contains clearly indicate that it still belongs to the fourth tier.
Moreover, there was no fluctuation of any laws.
These two points are sufficient to draw a conclusion.
"It's actually a fourth-order formation..." Cheng Buzheng frowned slightly, a sense of doubt arising in his heart.
"If it's the fifth rank, it's still reasonable."
Even if a fourth-tier formation is hidden deeply, what use would it be if an external enemy could break through the Ghost Dragon Sea and reach this place?
For a time, even with his extensive knowledge, he found it difficult to understand.
Unable to figure it out, Cheng Buzheng stopped thinking about it.
After all, this is a good thing for him.
Followed by.
The golden light in his eyes intensified, and deep within his pupils, two small golden figures sitting cross-legged in mid-air quietly emerged, swirling with Daoist charm, as if deities were deducing all things.
In an instant, Cheng Buzheng's calculation ability surged, almost as if he had suddenly attained enlightenment.
The originally chaotic array patterns were quickly sorted, analyzed, and reorganized in his eyes...
As time passed, a somewhat rough but structurally emerging array gradually took shape in his mind.
As the golden figure faded away, a wave of intense fatigue washed over me.
"Although the Lord of Derivation does not require deduction value, the consumption of mental energy is truly astonishing."
Fortunately, mental strength can gradually recover without external assistance.
After a murmured self-talk...
He focused his attention again on the array diagram he had just deduced, and quickly found several weak points in the operation of the array.
"It's a pity that the supreme array artifact [Wanxiang Qingyuan River] is in the hands of the original owner, otherwise this array would be broken with a flick of the wrist!"
But even if they're not there, there are other options.
"Given my skill in array formations, it will only take a little more effort."
Cheng Buzheng abandoned his plan to have his main body teleport the treasure, the [Myriad Manifestations Pure Source River], over...
After thinking for a while, he had a way to open the palace door in front of him without triggering the formation.
Immediately.
Cheng Buzheng's hands moved suddenly, his hand seals flying, and brilliant rays of light shot out from his fingertips, weaving in the void to form a square phantom, resembling a chessboard.
The instant the array was completed, his hand seals changed again—
Array patterns spread out from the "chessboard," intertwining and growing, and in an instant formed a "chessboard array" specially made for the array of the main hall in front of them.
"town!"
Cheng Buzheng flicked his finger and pointed in the air, and a large 'chessboard' array formed by interwoven array patterns descended downwards.
Just as this 'chessboard' approached the black megalithic hall...
A series of mysterious rays of light descended from above.
Upon closer inspection, those rays of light were actually composed of several, or perhaps a dozen, interwoven array patterns.
Each beam of light was clearly aimed at its target; under Cheng Buzheng's precise control, the grand formation hidden within the black hall had not yet been activated...
Each and every node of the array was suppressed by the descending beams of 'light'.
The hidden formations in the Black Stone Palace have completely failed.
It will be absolutely useless until the 'chessboard' disappears.
At this moment, the formation of the Black Stone Hall was practically useless to Cheng Buzheng.
See this scene.
Cheng Buzheng didn't delay; he immediately walked to the front of the main hall and exerted a slight force...
The tightly closed palace doors opened silently and with remarkable smoothness.
The moment you step into the hall, a soft light shines from the depths of the ancient hall, illuminating the interior.
The interior of the main hall is spacious and simple, except for a huge relief stone wall at the end, on which nine dragons are carved and coiled, creating a magnificent atmosphere.
However, a sense of disharmony lingered in his mind.
"Is this nine-dragon relief the core of this formation?"
Cheng Buzheng's eyes gleamed with golden light as he gazed at the intricate array patterns hidden within the nine-dragon relief.
Unfortunately, the descending rays of light suppressed the nodes of the formation, making the extremely profound core of the formation appear like an ordinary pattern.
suddenly.
Cheng Buzheng's gaze sharpened, fixing on the center of the nine-dragon relief...
The spot where the "dragon ball" should have been placed was now empty.
At this moment, he finally found the source of that discord.
"So it was missing one..."
The light laugh suddenly froze on his face.
At the same time, Cheng Buzheng frowned, as if he had thought of something.
Then.
He took another look at the nine-dragon relief in front of him...
After a few breaths.
All my previous doubts were suddenly resolved.
"I see……
This formation was originally meant to be a formation based on laws, but because it lost its key treasure, its rank has dropped, leaving it merely a shell of its former self…
"This should have been a heavily guarded forbidden area,"
But now it seems so simple…
All because the center of the nine-dragon relief sculpture is missing a treasure.
Barring any unforeseen circumstances...
The missing treasure in the center of the original nine-dragon relief should have been an unparalleled treasure.
At that moment, Cheng Buzheng recalled the terrifying attack that the Nether Sea Demon Lord had unleashed using a precious pearl in the Forbidden Sea.
"Could that precious pearl be the missing dragon pearl here?"
Instantly, the thought popped into his mind.
With a soft sigh, Cheng Buzheng turned his gaze to the stone wall on one side of the main hall.
There are ancient murals depicting a magnificent human cultivator fiercely battling a humanoid monster covered in blood-red scales and with a single horn on its head.
The first image shows the two sides facing off with overwhelming momentum. Although they stand still, it seems as if the sky and earth will collapse at any moment.
The oppressive aura, though separated by countless ages, still swept over him, causing Cheng Buzheng's Dao heart to tremble slightly.
It was as if it wasn't a relief sculpture, but rather two powerful figures actually confronting each other there.
"I do not recognize the human cultivators depicted in this relief!"
But at the very least, it should be an existence that has surpassed the realm of Nascent Soul.
"However, that blood-red monster is about 50-60% similar to the Purgatory Clan."
It not only had a tail covered in blood-red scales, but it also had an extra one compared to the cultivators of the Purgatory Clan.
Besides that, the biggest difference is that the blood-red monster has a single horn on its forehead that looks like a demon and is radiating an eerie blood-red light.
His appearance was exactly the same as the progenitor of the Purgatory Clan.
"Moreover, the Golden Dragon Clan expert who carved this relief was probably also an expert who had surpassed the Nascent Soul Realm."
In an instant, Cheng Buzheng drew several conclusions.
Then,
His gaze fell on the second relief, which depicted a pagoda suppressing the blood-red light filling the sky.
"This pagoda is extremely similar to the pagoda in the Langya Secret Realm."
Cheng Buzheng stroked his chin and commented:
"However, in the Langya Secret Realm, the pagoda standing in the very center of the secret realm soars into the clouds."
From a distance, it looks like a towering pillar reaching to the heavens.
The pagoda in the relief is only the size of a palm.
"However, once you reach the level of a magic weapon, it inherently possesses the ability to change its size at will."
Although there are certain limits, barring unforeseen circumstances...
The small pagoda in the relief should be the Langya Pagoda!
Think about this.
An idea popped into his mind.
"If the pagoda in the relief is the Langya Pagoda, then the cultivator who fought the progenitor of the Purgatory Clan..."
"This must be a powerful figure from Langya."
The third picture, the fourth picture...
These are all scenes of the ancestor of the Purgatory Clan battling with the powerful figures of Langya, including scenes of wielding long swords with sword energy crisscrossing and a majestic aura!
The progenitor of the Purgatory Clan was also incredibly powerful, ferocious, and terrifying.
In the scene, the mountains and rivers are shattered, and light and shadow intertwine, as if they might leap out of the wall at any moment, as if to draw Cheng Buzheng's mind into the thrilling battle.
After a while.
Cheng Buzheng then withdrew his gaze, a look of amazement flashing in his eyes.
"As expected of a top-tier clan with a history spanning countless years, even such secrets are recorded."
"It seems that the Golden Dragon Clan was not weak in ancient times."
Perhaps they cannot compare to the progenitor of the Purgatory Clan at his peak, or the powerful figures of Langya...
But it's definitely not weak.
It possesses at least one expert at the Void Refinement Realm.
"···"
...(End of this chapter)