novelraw Chapter 106 : Beheading the King of Yutian, Capturing the High Priest
Chapter 106 : Beheading the King of Yutian, Capturing the High Priest
Chapter 106: Beheading the King of Yutian, Capturing the High Priest
It felt as if he had passed through a layer of sticky yet warm liquid, or as though he had fallen into an invisible vortex.
A violent sense of weightlessness struck him suddenly, leaving before his eyes nothing but pure, blinding golden brilliance.
In his ears resounded a deep hum, ancient as eternity itself.
The spiritual energy around his body surged violently like boiling water, tugging fiercely at his form.
This sensation lasted only for a breath or two.
The next instant, his feet touched something solid, and all those strange feelings receded like the tide.
Jiang Zhaoming steadied his figure, his eyes gleaming with sharp light as he swept his gaze across the surroundings in an instant.
Yue Fei and Lilian followed closely behind, landing just a step later. They immediately took defensive stances, their eyes vigilant as they scanned this unfamiliar world.
An endless stretch of green plains extended beyond the horizon—within Jiang Zhaoming’s sight, there was only green.
Was this Blessed Land truly so vast?
As he looked upon the vast expanse of verdant plains, doubt filled Jiang Zhaoming’s heart.
At that moment, the voice of the Fortune-Appraising Treasure Mirror resounded within his mind.
「Master, the Blessed Land is a separate realm divided from the mortal world. Its size ranges from a thousand li to tens of thousands of li in radius—this is a normal phenomenon.」
Tens of thousands of li?
Jiang Zhaoming was shocked. He had not expected a Blessed Land to be so enormous—almost like a miniature world.
The Fortune-Appraising Treasure Mirror continued, 「Master, your thought is correct. Cavern-Heaven Blessed Lands indeed refer to small worlds suspended beyond the heavens.」
Jiang Zhaoming nodded and, without further hesitation, activated the treasure to probe the flow of fortune.
Before long, he detected the fortune signatures of the High Priest and his group speeding southward—around three thousand li away.
Jiang Zhaoming wasted no time and immediately employed the Kun Yu Hidden-in-the-Abyss Escape, swiftly closing the distance toward them.
But soon he realized something was wrong.
Those of Yutian’s upper ranks had entered only about a tea’s time before him—how had they already traveled thousands of li?
Moreover, judging from their pace, they weren’t moving particularly fast.
「Master, the location of each Blessed Land’s entry portal isn’t unified. It’s possible their emergence point differs from ours.」
「I see.」
Jiang Zhaoming furrowed his brows and nodded, suppressing stray thoughts as he focused his mind into the earth veins.
The power of the earth element surged, wrapping around the group like fish gliding through underground currents.
After heading south for four thousand li, Jiang Zhaoming and the others finally caught up to the Yutian forces.
Upon catching up, he discovered that they had stopped.
A thread of divine sense extended to the surface, allowing Jiang Zhaoming to finally see the High Priest and the surrounding scene.
Upon the barren mounds of the wasteland, Sangji Jiacuo and his companions were frantically digging up graves.
Beams of spiritual power exploded forth; grave mounds burst apart, and soil and stones scattered like rain.
Their movements were as swift as the wind—everything inside the tombs, whether Spirit Crystals, magic tools, or treasures, was swept away without leaving a trace.
Jiang Zhaoming’s eyes glinted sharply—those grave goods were undoubtedly valuable.
Yet what truly shocked him was the unremarkable cloth pouch in the Yutian King’s hand.
No matter how much was placed inside, the bag remained flat and unchanged.
A storage treasure!
The term thundered in Jiang Zhaoming’s mind, and his gaze instantly lit up with fierce brilliance.
What was going on with this Yutian Kingdom?
Having a teleportation treasure was one thing, but to also possess a storage treasure—such items could not be allowed to exist in their hands.
All the more reason they had to die.
Jiang Zhaoming suppressed the killing intent surging in his heart and began communicating with Lilian and Yue Fei.
After listening, Lilian quickly responded, 「Honorable King, my illusion can entangle them for ten breaths.」
Yue Fei pondered briefly, his voice steady and cold as steel. 「Ten breaths—more than enough.」
Jiang Zhaoming no longer hesitated. Working in tandem with Lilian, he guided the yin energy of the earth veins, setting up an Illusion of Bewildered Hearts.
After a stick of incense’s time, the Yutian group had completely looted the burial mounds and were preparing to leave.
At that moment, a sudden change occurred.
The minds of the Yutian nobles wavered violently, and the scenery before their eyes transformed.
From the excavated tombs crawled out pale-white skeletons, each exuding terrifying auras.
The strength of these skeletons—each one had reached beyond the Myriad Phenomena Realm, and among them, dozens were at the Golden Body level.
「Ah!」
A nobleman of weaker will collapsed to his knees, trembling in terror.
「G-Great Zhou seniors, please forgive us! We meant no offense, we only—」
The other high-ranking figures exchanged sharp glances, tacitly deciding to abandon him and flee.
Yet just as they leapt into the air—
「Boom!」
The earth suddenly exuded a terrifying suction, as though an invisible giant hand pressed down from above.
Those just about to take flight were struck down as if by heavy hammers, crashing back onto the ground in a heap.
That fall jolted Sangji Jiacuo completely awake.
He glared toward the graves—where were the skeletons? Not even a single bone remained!
「Illusion! It’s that witch—enemy attack!」
Sangji Jiacuo’s expression twisted, his voice hoarse with rage.
Before his roar faded, killing intent had already descended.
The ground split apart, and a figure burst forth, shrouded in a chilling spear light—like a bolt of hellish lightning tearing through the underworld—charging straight for the Yutian King.
It was Yue Fei.
The Lichuan Divine Spear moved faster than sight could follow; its spearhead shone like a cold star, piercing straight at the Yutian King’s throat.
The Yutian King’s eyes widened in terror, golden radiance erupting from his body as a giant shield engraved with divine mountain totems materialized before him.
At the same time, the two Myriad Phenomena Realm generals beside him roared, slashing their blades toward Yue Fei in a desperate attempt to save their lord.
「Pfft!」
The spear tip struck the center of the shield—the treasure that could withstand a full-force blow from an early Golden Body cultivator shattered like paper.
The unstoppable spear light pierced through the Yutian King’s hastily gathered protective qi, impaling his throat.
A burst of blood gleamed as the violent energy of Geng Metal rampaged within his body, pulverizing his organs.
The Yutian King’s eyes bulged; all movement ceased as he was nailed midair by the long spear.
Almost simultaneously, Lilian moved.
A dark gemstone on her chest flared with dazzling violet light as her lips recited strange, eerie syllables.
「沉淪咖鎖！」
Several chains formed of pure shadow energy, etched with countless agonized faces, appeared from the void.
Ignoring spatial distance, they instantly wrapped around Sangji Jiacuo’s limbs and neck.
The moment the chains touched him, a power of cold death and soul corrosion surged madly into his body.
Sangji Jiacuo’s spiritual power froze as though trapped in viscous tar; even his thoughts became sluggish and stiff, his incantations forcibly severed!
「Protect the Zanpu! Kill them!」
The remaining Yutian high officials roared in fury, seven or eight of them—at the peaks of the Divine Power and Myriad Phenomena Realms—charged desperately toward Jiang Zhaoming and his companions.
Bursts of magical treasures and spell light flared, merging into a torrent of destruction.
Jiang Zhaoming rose to the surface, the Thousand Mechanisms Gu transforming into blades of space-tearing energy, raining down like a storm.
Behind him, his Myriad Phenomena Dao Foundation manifested, with various phenomena unfolding simultaneously.
The four directional visions materialized into reality, each pouncing toward one of the Myriad Phenomena experts.
At the same time, the golden sword within the center of his Dao Foundation floated into his hand.
A terrifying surge of Geng Metal energy erupted—Jiang Zhaoming bent his legs slightly.
Just as the enemies thought he was about to leap, his figure vanished.
In the next instant, a golden sword burst upward from beneath one enemy, cleaving him from bottom to top.
The other Divine Power and Myriad Phenomena cultivators were struck speechless in horror.
But Jiang Zhaoming gave them no chance to recover—his form flitted across the battlefield like a ghost.
At times he turned into dust and vanished; at others, he dispersed into mist only to reform again—his methods were endless.
No matter how fiercely the enemies fought back, none could stop Jiang Zhaoming, who moved as though within a land of no one.
Under his divine power, the battlefield soon became littered with corpses.
Then Jiang Zhaoming turned toward Lilian and Yue Fei—just in time to see Yue Fei’s spear explode the Yutian King’s head.
Sangji Jiacuo, however, was more fortunate—he had been captured alive by Lilian and was left in a state of utter stupor.