Longzang

Chapter 239 Waiting for the Moon to Shine and the Flowers to Bloom

The moment Xuanwei Liu sank into the ground, Wei Yuan's consciousness went blank for a brief moment, and the consciousnesses of the four great witches also went blank.

Two great shamans rushed out immediately, but the third great shaman was a little slower and was stopped by Yan Xin.

"I haven't given the order yet, what are you trying to do?" Yan Xin roared.

The high priest looked coldly at Yan Xin and said, "If Lord Shuli doesn't die, Lord Shengxin will be fine, but think about what will happen to you!"

As Yan Xin was taken aback, the great shaman also rushed out.

Only one high priest remained in place, and asked with a fawning smile, "What should we do now?"

Looking at him, Yan Xin suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of disgust and said coldly, "Shut up, you talk too much!"

Within the realm, Master Chuhe rose to his feet, his eight immortal swords gleaming brilliantly, blocking two great shamans. Yu Zhizhuo, wielding a golden nail-headed hammer, intercepted the other great shaman.

Sun Yu held the alchemy furnace in his hands, looking around, but no one came to find him.

Seeing that the exceptionally large shaman was still standing in the same spot, Wei Yuan frowned, his mind racing as he went through all the events that had happened in the past.

His aura suddenly surged, and the surrounding witch clan members instantly felt an indescribable palpitation, instinctively retreating backward.

Wei Yuan stood still, gazing at the distant rock heart. His calm and composed voice resounded throughout the entire realm, clearly audible to all humans and witches: "I remember now, one of your leaders looks quite human. He must be human, and the child he will bear in the future will also be human."

Crack! Something seemed to shatter in the void beyond the heavens.

Bloodshot veins spread across Yan Xin's six eyes, his pupils completely disappeared, and two white flames spewed from his nostrils as he roared furiously, "You're asking for death!!"

A wide stone road appeared out of thin air, and Yan Xin strode forward, rushing into the boundary like a walking mountain.

With two loud bangs, a cat and a snake burst out of hiding, only to be knocked away by Yan Xin. Then, eight immortal swords appeared out of thin air and pierced Yan Xin's body!

Suddenly, a phantom of a green mountain appeared around Yan Xin, with eight immortal swords planted on it, only making the mountain appear slightly dimmer.

The old Taoist priest chuckled sheepishly, "It was a slip of the hand, a slip of the hand!"

He quickly retrieved his immortal sword and ran far away, taking the two great shamans with him. If he hadn't retrieved his sword soon, his physical body would have been smashed to pieces by the two great shamans.

Yan Xin ignored the old Taoist priest and continued walking towards Wei Yuan.

Sun Yu opened the alchemy furnace in his hand and flicked his finger three times at Yan Xin. Three black spots instantly appeared on Yan Xin's body, continuously oozing pus and blood, and the protective Green Mountain was completely ineffective. However, Yan Xin's body was enormous, and the three black spots on him were like mosquito bites, and could not be enlarged at all.

Sun Yu did not continue to attack. Instead, he tilted the alchemy furnace downwards, and hundreds of Wu soldiers downwind suddenly turned pale, convulsed, and collapsed to the ground.

Enraged, several shamans unleashed green energy to protect their remaining soldiers, then rained down clusters of blood curses upon Sun Yu. Sun Yu, his head clouded with blood and his body shrouded in mist, remained fearless, pointing at the shamans, causing black spots to appear on their bodies. These were not like Yan Xin; the black spots were not only enormous but also rapidly spreading. In the blink of an eye, two shamans collapsed, their bodies turning bluish-black.

A cyan immortal sword suddenly fell down on the road in front of the rock!
For the first time, Yan Xin's expression turned serious. The surrounding green mountains solidified, transforming into several extremely thick rock shields that swirled around him. Another immortal sword fell, and one of the rock shields suddenly shattered. Yan Xin's face paled slightly.

In the blink of an eye, the third immortal sword landed on the right side of the rock core. This time, all three stone shields shattered at the same time, and even the tip of one of the rock core's fangs developed a crack!
The fourth immortal sword, seemingly there yet nowhere, slowly descended.

Yan Xin's face showed shock and anger, but his expression was also fierce. His body suddenly swelled up again, and in the blink of an eye, he became a monster more than ten feet long!

Its life force was incredibly intense, like a burning celestial sun, and its vitality was the strongest Wei Yuan had ever seen in his life! In terms of vitality alone, it was not much inferior to True Monarch Xuan Yue.

With a soft snap, four immortal swords fell, and the sword formation was complete!
One by one, the four immortal swords shattered. With each sword that broke, Yan Xin would roar in pain, and a massive amount of life force would vanish into thin air. With the disappearance of the fourth immortal sword, almost a quarter of Yan Xin's life force was annihilated, which was the sum of the previous three swords.

Zhang Sheng's face was pale, with an unnatural flush crossing his cheeks. He had unleashed four powerful sword strikes, yet he had only managed to sever half of the life force within the rock core! The sheer vastness and terror of this life force even hinted at the ancient Kunpeng or the Azure Whale.

Wei Yuan possessed naturally keen senses. While others might not notice anything, he could clearly see the changes in the life force within the rock. A strange thought suddenly popped into his mind: Has Master become this powerful? With just four sword strikes, he could have taken half of Ancestor Xuan Yue's life?
Of course, the patriarch's Taoist magic was profound, and he certainly wouldn't let Zhang Sheng cut him down. He could easily use a little of his skill to make Zhang Sheng unable to hit him with a single sword strike.

The Nine-Tiered Demon-Suppressing Pagoda finally appeared, pressing down on Yan Xin's head. Yan Xin casually grabbed, and the fourth Great Wizard appeared in his hand, then was thrown into the Nine-Tiered Pagoda.

The Nine-Story Pagoda remained still, and Ji Liuli and the Great Witch who entered the pagoda began a desperate battle.

Yan Xin shook his neck, countless sparks flying from his mane, and grinned maliciously at Wei Yuan: "Kid, who can protect you now?"

Wei Yuan took a deep breath.

A sudden gust of wind arose in the azure sky, as if the entire realm had taken a deep breath!

Wei Yuan pressed one hand towards Yan Xin, and a halo several feet long suddenly exploded in front of him. From the center of the halo shot out a dazzling water column that seemed to carry the entire galaxy, instantly reaching Yan Xin!

All of Yan Xin's mane flew up, his six eyes widened, and three stone shields instantly appeared in front of him, stacked together. Water jets shot onto the stone shields, and with each flick of his finger, countless water blades cut and cleaved them. Tiny stone chips and water mist exploded simultaneously, turning into a large cloud of mist, which, under the light of the Daoist magic, actually produced patches of rainbows.

Yan Xin felt as if a huge hole had been dug in his magic power, and it poured out. The two stone shields in front of him were pierced through in the blink of an eye, as if they didn't exist!
Rockheart braced his hands on the third stone shield, and with a roar, layer upon layer of stone shields were generated, but almost all of them were destroyed the moment they appeared.

Yan Xin felt as if millions of tiny knives were constantly cutting him, but he had no choice but to block them; once the stone shield was completely cut away, his physical body would be gone!

What defensive spells, what magical structures, what indestructible magical bodies—all were laughable before this water column containing billions of tiny water blades, crumbling at the slightest touch. Only by desperately spewing out magical power to continuously generate stone shields could the rock core barely withstand the water column's onslaught.

Rock Heart was completely enraged and roared, "Let's see how long you can hold out!!"

This technique is so terrifying that its consumption must be astonishing. Ordinary Heavenly Rank Dao Foundation cultivators can't even use it, and Immortal Rank cultivators can probably only barely activate it. If this technique lasts long enough, it can even drain the Dharma Body into a dried-up human form. Wei Yuan is only a mere early-stage Dao Foundation cultivator; how long can he last?
Yan Xin also became determined, refusing to believe that with his ancient bloodline avatar, he couldn't outlast Wei Yuan, a mere Dao Foundation cultivator.

However, the blades flowing in Wei Yuan's hands seemed endless, as if they would never stop. In fact, Wei Yuan was in a special state at this time. His Dao foundation and Qingming were fused together, and he was in a state of constant manifestation. Qingming absorbed and transformed the primordial energy of heaven and earth, and the vast rivers and mountains were also absorbing spiritual energy. In other words, Wei Yuan was storing a lot of Dao power in Qingming in addition to his own Dao power.

Strictly speaking, the Dao power within the Azure Netherworld doesn't belong to Wei Yuan. Once he leaves the boundary, Wei Yuan can no longer use this Dao power, and it will continuously dissipate. However, while standing within the boundary, he is not just one Wei Yuan, but several Wei Yuans.

Yan Xin's eyes shifted from rage to surprise and doubt, and then from surprise and doubt to terror.

His magical power was already exhausted, but Wei Yuan's Daoist magic showed no signs of stopping. If this continued, his physical body would have to bear the brunt. But even if he went mad, he wouldn't want to use his physical body to withstand such a blade that could cut through everything.

At this moment, Yan Xin had no choice but to put aside his idea of ​​subduing the junior with his own strength. He took out the small box given to him by Sheng Xin and crushed it forcefully. A drop of azure blood instantly flew into the sky, followed by the sound of thunder in the void, and a streak of azure lightning spiraled down.

Four immortal swords reappeared in the air, attempting to intercept the attack, but the Azure Thunder ignored them completely and struck Wei Yuan directly!
This is the Azure Wood Heavenly Thunder, capable of dispelling illusions and annihilating barriers, yet it can also leave a glimmer of hope. It is the immortal thunder of life among all the heavens.

With a soft crack, all the tangible and intangible barriers around Wei Yuan shattered, like a peeled raw egg, revealing everything inside. Only his luck could still function.

The moment had finally arrived... Wei Yuan's mind raced, reaching an unprecedented speed at this moment.

Beyond the void, several indescribably terrifying wills cast their gazes upon Wei Yuan, scrutinizing what lay within him.

Just as those gazes were about to fall upon him, the girl who had been standing still suddenly opened her eyes, revealing clear black and white pupils, which immediately terrified Wei Yuan.

The full moon turned to the side, and the shadows within it were spreading outwards, as if preparing to travel to this realm.

It appeared relaxed and unhurried, like a noblewoman just waking from an afternoon nap, about to tidy her makeup. But even though Wei Yuan felt it was very slow, the several gazes that fell upon it were even slower.

"We absolutely cannot let it out..." This thought flashed through Wei Yuan's mind subconsciously.

In a moment of desperation, Wei Yuan plucked a branch of the laurel tree and threw it into the air, where it met those gazes.

The sky suddenly fell silent. A huge full moon appeared in the sky at some unknown time, casting its moonlight on the world and coating everything with a cold silver hue.

A magnificent laurel tree, tens of feet tall, appeared above Wei Yuan's head. It was entirely white-gold, covered in blossoms with pale red petals.

The laurel tree moves swiftly even without wind, its petals falling like a shower of stars.

The blade in Wei Yuan's hand suddenly changed; the water blade turned into flower petals, instantly piercing through the stone shield, the rock core's arms and body.

In the instant when all beings were stunned by the aura of the immortal tree and their minds went blank, Wei Yuan suddenly held a long spear in his hand. Countless points of light flew from all directions of Qingming and gathered at the tip of the spear, turning into a dim, yellowish light.

Wei Yuan appeared in front of Yan Xin and pierced his throat with a single spear thrust!
Yan Xin let out a deafening scream as his neck exploded, leaving behind his shattered body. Only his head remained as he flew away and vanished in an instant!

However, when he fled, his once-wild mane had turned snow-white.

The Celestial Path at Dusk!

Wei Yuan did not give chase. That spear had just destroyed at least three thousand years of Yan Xin's lifespan. Even if he escaped back, he wouldn't have many more years to live.

The void returned to calm, all gazes were withdrawn, and the inexplicable heavy oppression that had permeated the entire realm disappeared. It was as if the dust that had accumulated on people for many years had been completely washed away.

Yan Xin was seriously injured and fled. The Wu army lost all fighting spirit, and the rear guard sounded horns continuously as the army slowly retreated in formation. Two great shamans moved with lightning speed and escaped the boundary, but the third great shaman was surrounded by four immortal swords and turned into a cloud of blood mist in the blink of an eye.

The fourth great shaman was still struggling inside the Demon Suppression Tower, completely unaware that the world outside had changed. Even in dire straits, he displayed remarkable bravery, injuring Ji Liuli. However, Sun Yu had already arrived with medicine bottles and pill cauldrons.

Wei Yuan felt a wave of relief wash over him, his body went limp, and he could no longer hold the spear, which slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground.

It's finally over... For now, the powerful figures of the Witch Clan should be looking elsewhere and won't be paying attention to Wei Yuan anymore.

However, Wei Yuan's situation did not improve; in fact, it might have gotten worse. After all, the whole world now knew that he possessed a magical tree.

(End of this chapter)