UGB Chapter 79 Using water to ignite fire, a battle between water and fire
Chapter 79 Using water to ignite fire, a battle between water and fire
"He just got lucky and obtained some fragments of the 'Heavenly Witch Scripture,' learned a little about praying to witch beasts and setting up rituals, and now he's acting like a god and trying to outdo me."
Black Scorpion's fair skin twitched slightly, and he lowered his eyes, suppressing his surging emotions.
In his mind, the face of a woman filled with hatred and resentment began to stir again, disturbing his peace of mind.
"Senior brother, senior brother..."
The sound, like silk threads, lingered on the Black Scorpion's altar for a long time, refusing to dissipate.
"No." Black Scorpion gritted his teeth. "I haven't even fully digested that resentful woman yet, and my jealousy is becoming increasingly uncontrollable."
He took a deep breath, lifted his foot and crushed a passing rat to death, the sole of his shoe slowly rubbing against the stone slab.
Mouse: Damn it...
"Looks like I need to hurry up and devour my good junior brother so the two of them can be reunited."
Black Scorpion suppressed the burning jealousy in his heart.
"The great lord of mountains and floods, the god of wind and rain who dwells atop Mount Guang, the ancient spirit who governs rivers and commands waves..."
Ignoring Mei Liangxing's urging, Mantianying slowly raised the witch pillar in his hand, his voice suddenly becoming long and solemn, as if piercing through layers of time and space.
His moon-white Taoist robe fluttered without wind, and an ancient, wild, damp, and earthy aura began to emanate from him.
The runes at the top of the witch pillar lit up with a ghostly blue light, echoing the blood array beneath the circular platform.
With each syllable uttered, the array patterns on the round platform brightened slightly, faintly echoing the rushing sound of the Rong River below.
On the surface of the river, an abnormal whirlpool began to appear, as if stirred by a dragon, and water vapor spread out, like the dragon's breath.
Mei Liangxing subconsciously held his breath, widened his eyes, and stared intently at the river surface and the movements of Mantianying. His fat body trembled slightly with tension.
The Black Scorpion Monk also stopped turning his prayer beads, his eyes fixed on the movements of the Sky Camp and the changes on the river surface, his jealousy temporarily replaced by curiosity.
The chanting of Mantianying gradually rose in pitch, and the shamanic staff in his hand began to rhythmically tap the stone platform, producing muffled "thump, thump" sounds. These sounds, along with his chanting, the surging of the river, and even the distant sounds of fighting faintly carried on the wind, strangely intertwined to form an eerie and grand sacrificial hymn.
The temperature around the pedestal seemed to have dropped a bit, and the night wind became colder, making people's robes flutter.
The red light of the array pattern was like flowing lava, illuminating the figures of the entire camp in a flickering light, making the scar between the eyebrows on that auspicious face appear even more ferocious.
The dark red blood light extracted from the cauldron increased, swirling and swimming, as if it were about to soar into the sky and plunge into the rising mist on the river surface at any moment.
......
Above the night sky.
"Yongzheng, this little fellow you found is quite capable. He actually managed to borrow some of Ji Meng's divine power to stir up the earth's water and energy. Is he trying to use water to ignite fire?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the illusory image of the jade tablet solidified slightly, and beneath it stood an old man in an official robe with an indistinct face.
His gaze fell on the gradually forming strange wind and rain phenomenon above the Rong River.
The dragon's shadow twisted slightly, from which came a cold and arrogant reply: "Hmph, a mere trick. As long as it gets done, that's fine. It's better than some hypocrites who only talk nonsense and curry favor with the powerful."
Fu Feng was not angry.
"Your Zhen family's fortunes have declined, and its days are numbered. Yet you still stir up trouble here. Aren't you afraid of truly angering the Taiyu and being completely wiped out, losing even your last refuge?"
"Hmph, liquidation?"
The old man was met with a cold, mocking laugh from within the dragon's shadow.
"Fufeng, even if my clan suffers a temporary defeat, it is not your place, Rushan, to point fingers. You didn't act like this when you were attached to my clan. You should go back to the mountains and continue your mediocre studies."
Long Ying's voice suddenly rose, filled with anticipation and madness.
"Moreover, Huan Yin is merely sinking into depravity; one day he will awaken. At that time, all that has happened today will be settled one by one."
As soon as the name "Huan Yin" was uttered, Fu Feng's illusory figure seemed to tremble, and the surrounding air became heavier.
However, before Fu Feng could respond, the black dragon shadow changed its tone again, becoming playful:
"Heh heh, Fufeng, why focus solely on my Zhen family? This Minghai affair is far more complex than it seems. Do you think my Zhen family alone can stir up such a storm? Don't forget, that Prince Jin, who loves reading your sages' classics and considers himself a wise king, has quite a long reach..."
The air seemed to freeze for a moment.
Fu Feng's blurred face revealed no emotion, only the oppressive aura emanating from the mountain phantom deepened.
After a long silence, he finally spoke.
"The matter of the Prince of Jin will be handled by someone in the court."
"Heh..." A low, enigmatic laugh came from within the dragon's shadow. No longer dwelling on the matter, it said instead, "Very well, since we can't see eye to eye and our paths don't align, let the people below have a contest."
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Below, deep within the Li residence.
The chanting of Mantianying was coming to an end. The dark blue light of the witch pillar in his hand shone brightly, intertwining with the scarlet glow of the blood array under the round platform, making his moon-white Taoist robe appear eerily purple.
Above the Rong River, water vapor rose like mist, the whirlpools grew increasingly rapid, and a faint, deep breathing sound, as if from ancient times, came from the riverbed, echoing his incantation.
"It's done..." Mantian Yingfu's smile widened, and the scar between his eyebrows twitched violently.
He finally slammed the witch pillar heavily into the center of the circular platform.
All the evil blood plasma extracted from the cauldron transformed into an incredibly thick pillar of blood-red light, soaring into the sky and then crashing into the surging Rong River.
The river suddenly boiled, and then a blood-red phantom with a human head and a dragon's body appeared on the surging water, carrying the endless ocean straight to the east of the Minghai Sea.
The phantom was enormous and blurry, with a dragon-like body that churned up the wind and clouds, a majestic human head that held wind and rain in its mouth, and wherever it passed, water vapor filled the sky and heavy rain followed.
As the dragon drew closer, a crimson phantom appeared out of thin air in Luoxia'ao, east of Minghai. It was covered in flames, had a magnificent long tail, and was entirely crimson, exuding majesty and blazing power.
"Found it!" Mantianying laughed heartily.
Then, the phantom with a human head and a dragon's body took another step forward and finally connected with the crimson figure.
"Clang!" "Ouch!"
As a result, the water vapor evaporated into white mist, the flames were extinguished into blue smoke, and at the intersection of the two forces, space was slightly distorted, and the light flickered.
"What a grand gesture!" Xu Changqing took in the strange phenomenon in the distance, his mind filled with countless thoughts.
Just as his mind was racing, a small human figure suddenly emerged from the bark of a dead old willow tree beside him.
The human figure was no bigger than a palm, its entire body woven from withered yellow willow twigs, with a few wilted yellow leaves still attached to its joints. Half of its body remained in the tree, yet its voice was clear and childlike, like that of a young child:
"What a profound scheme! What an intriguing plan! It turns out that Qi Si plotted against the water element, using water to ignite fire, creating a conflict between water and fire that revealed the Vermilion Bird Formation, thus opening a loophole in the Ziyang Temple's protective barrier."
Xu Changqing's gaze suddenly sharpened as it fell upon the unexpectedly appearing Liu Ren. His aura remained concealed, and his voice was calm: "Fellow Daoist, what is the explanation?"