noffsinger Chapter 102 The Old Monster's Fury Shocks Heaven and Earth; He Absorbs Energy to Break the Stal
Chapter 102 The Old Monster's Fury Shocks Heaven and Earth; He Absorbs Energy to Break the Stal
In a courtyard of the outer gate of the Feiyun Sect in Hua Kingdom, the atmosphere was heavy and oppressive, as if leaden clouds hung low, pressing heavily on people's hearts, as if to crush all vitality and make people almost suffocate.
The air inside seemed to freeze, every movement felt sluggish, as if even the air itself feared the impending explosion of fury.
Second Elder Zhao Wuji's eyes widened, his anger seemingly about to burst forth, as he stared intently at the four shattered identity jade tokens before him.
His eyes were as fierce as a demon's, as if he wanted to pierce through the jade pendant.
His eyes were bloodshot, crisscrossing, almost to the point of madness; each bloodshot vein seemed to carry his anger and grief, threatening to burst.
His face was flushed red with extreme anger, like the burning sunset on the horizon, the red tinged with purple, revealing the fury in his heart.
The veins on his forehead bulged like a coiled dragon, and with each throbbing vein, an invisible force seemed to surge within them, as if it were about to break free of its restraints, burst forth from his skin, and unleash its boundless fury, turning everything before him to dust.
When his gaze finally fell on the jade pendant that belonged to Zhao Lingfeng, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning. His soul seemed to be violently pulled away by an invisible hand, and sorrow surged out from the depths of his eyes like a raging tide, instantly engulfing him.
The grief was like a river bursting its banks, overflowing and causing widespread devastation. Even this usually dignified and imposing old monster was now showing signs of vulnerability. His body trembled slightly, and his hands clenched unconsciously, his knuckles turning white from the force, as if he were trying to release his endless pain in this way.
"Grandson, your grandfather will avenge this blood feud for you!"
Zhao Wuji's voice was hoarse and deep, yet it was like the roar of a tiger and the cry of a dragon, carrying the power of thunder from the heavens, and it exploded in the small space. With this roar, the spiritual power around him erupted like a volcano, surging out wildly. That spiritual power was like a series of ferocious beasts, baring their fangs and claws, rushing out in all directions, instantly filling the entire quiet room.
His clothes moved without wind, fluttering and rustling, and each strand of spiritual energy was like a living serpent, swirling and dancing around his body, shimmering with a mysterious and dazzling halo.
The spiritual energies intertwined and collided, producing crackling sounds, as if lightning was weaving through them, making him appear like a demon god descending to earth, radiating a chilling pressure.
As a renowned old monster from the Hua Kingdom, he displayed his Nascent Soul Great Perfection cultivation without reservation. The powerful spiritual energy fluctuations made the surrounding air thick and viscous, as if it had become tangible, with each movement resembling the slow writhing of a viscous liquid. Wherever this spiritual energy fluctuation reached, the tables and chairs in the room instantly turned to dust, and deep cracks appeared on the walls, spreading out like a spider web.
The entire quiet room swayed slightly under this force, as if it could collapse at any moment.
At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind—to find Han Yi, tear him to pieces, and vent his hatred.
With a flash, he transformed into a dazzling stream of light, which resembled an unparalleled divine sword, its sharpness fully revealed, tearing through space.
The moment he moved, ripples spread through the surrounding space, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake. Wherever the light passed, space was torn apart like fragile paper, emitting a piercing tearing sound, and black spatial cracks spread outwards like hideous wounds.
This force sped towards the Netherworld Forest, and the sky along its path seemed to be stirred up by a giant hand that blotted out the sun. The wind and clouds changed color, and the originally clear and bright night sky was instantly shrouded in dark clouds, as if the end of the world had arrived.
The clouds, like fragile cotton wool, shattered into pieces under the impact of his spiritual power, turning into fragments of various shapes that drifted in all directions, like withered leaves swept away by the autumn wind, struggling helplessly in the gale.
His imposing presence was so great that even the heavens seemed to make way for him. Wherever he passed, he left behind a trail that was slightly reddened by spiritual energy, like a crimson chain winding through the sky, lingering for a long time, as if telling of the anger in his heart.
Meanwhile, on the outskirts of the Netherworld Forest, Han Yi was sitting intently in an open space.
His eyes were tightly closed, his breath held, and he was in deep meditation, like an old monk in deep meditation, his hands tightly gripping the inner core of the humanoid beast.
The inner core radiated a mysterious and alluring light, containing pure primordial energy that resembled a vast, unfathomable ocean of energy, holding endless mysteries and power, waiting for Han Yi to draw upon it.
Han Yi's expression remained calm, his spiritual acupoints fully opened, greedily absorbing the energy, like a ravenous beast encountering a delicacy.
He knew that the inner core possessed immense energy, and if he could absorb it all, even if he couldn't achieve complete core formation in one fell swoop, his cultivation would surely reach a higher level.
He also knew that time was of the essence, and the threat of the Nascent Soul stage monster was like a sword hanging over his head, which could fall at any moment and bring annihilation.
The younger generation of the Flying Cloud Sect was almost completely wiped out, and this debt will likely be entirely attributed to him. The older generation of powerful figures in the Flying Cloud Sect will never let this go easily and will surely come to demand an explanation. At that time, the enemies he will face will no longer be ordinary people below the Nascent Soul stage, but those terrifying and unfathomably powerful Nascent Soul stage monsters.
Whenever he thought of this, a sense of crisis would follow him like a shadow, like a thorn in his back. With his current strength and the power of true fire, he was not afraid of ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators, but if he encountered those old immortals, he would probably have a hard time contending with them.
He was completely immersed in absorbing the energy of the inner core, and the surrounding air seemed to feel the pressure of this immense energy, and began to tremble slightly.
Streams of pure primordial energy surged wildly from his palms into his spiritual apertures. As soon as these energies entered, they transformed into streams of heat, surging and flowing within his body like a raging river, crashing against his spiritual meridians with overwhelming force.
The immense energy expanded his spiritual apertures and meridians, and beads of sweat gradually covered his forehead.
Sweat beads gathered into large droplets, which slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the ground;
In an instant, it turned into wisps of white water vapor, rising gently like clouds and mist.
His face was contorted in pain, as if countless steel needles were piercing his body at the same time, and every muscle was twitching violently.
Only after all the spiritual meridians in the body were fully expanded did the pain in the body ease due to the abundance of power, like a flower bathed in the warm spring sun, blooming in full glory and radiating a confident glow, just like a phoenix rising from the ashes.
Around his body, faint lights flickered, like an incredibly tough shield that resisted and merged with the powerful energy. Each collision produced dazzling sparks, like fireworks blooming in the night sky, brilliant and breathtaking.
As the energy fluctuated, cracks began to appear in the ground around him, spreading outwards from him as if the earth were being torn apart by an invisible giant hand. The surrounding trees were also affected; some of the weaker branches broke and fell to the ground under the impact of the energy.