Fights Break Sphere: Purple Thunder Emperor

Chapter 348 What kind of fishing net?

within the space.

Dead silence, desolate and vast.

The void suddenly began to ripple.

A moment later, a slender, delicate body fell from the sky.

"This is where?"

With a somersault, Qinglin landed lightly on her barren land, looking around blankly.

A faint gray mist permeated the surroundings, and there were no sun, moon, or stars in the sky, only a chaotic dark red, like congealed blood.

"Do you see that tallest 'mountain' in the distance? Just head that way!"

Just then, Xiao Bai's voice rang in her mind.

Qinglin looked up and saw that in the hazy mist, the outline of a majestic mountain peak was faintly visible, yet exceptionally conspicuous.

Just then, a bright blue light shone in her eyes, and three small dots suddenly appeared in her pupils, rapidly enlarging and transforming into three eerie flowers that spun rapidly around her pupils.

"That's...a snake?!"

Qinglin's hair stood on end, and his emerald green pupils contracted violently.

She could see it clearly now; it wasn't a mountain at all, but a giant, coiled serpent reaching the heavens. The entire gray, misty little world looked like nothing more than his 'bed'.

Although it remained motionless, its mere presence seemed to suppress the entire space, even causing the surrounding gray mist to distort around it as if in submission.

"Young Master," Qinglin's voice trembled slightly, "what...what is that?"

Xiao Bai's voice echoed in her mind, tinged with solemnity:
"The true form of the ancient celestial serpent is, to be precise, its corpse."

"An ancient celestial serpent?!"

Qinglin was slightly taken aback, then pouted and said defiantly:
"Young master, you're lying! I've seen descriptions of ancient celestial serpents in the ancient books of the Celestial Serpent Manor. They weren't nearly as ugly as they seem, and they didn't have nine heads!"

As a Jade Serpent with Three Flower Eyes, she had already memorized all kinds of snake-like magical beasts in the Heavenly Serpent Palace, so how could she not recognize the ancient Heavenly Serpent?

According to records, the Ancient Celestial Serpent was one of the ancestors of snake-type magical beasts, possessing the power to destroy the world. It was a super magical beast of the same level as the Ancient Celestial Phoenix and the Ancient Void Dragon, but it had already become extinct in ancient times.

After a moment of silence, Xiao Bai said helplessly:
"Look at the skeleton behind the nine heads. Doesn't it resemble the legendary ancient celestial serpent? As for why it has nine heads..."

He paused, then added, "Perhaps it's a mutation!"

He was speechless. The ancient celestial serpent only had one head, so how could this one have nine heads? Could it be that its predecessor had some kind of scandalous story?
"Alright, little girl, don't talk back."

Xiao Bai's voice turned serious, and his tone became solemn.

"Release those two Netherworld Pythons to clear the way, let's go take a look."

"Oh!"

Qinglin nodded obediently. Although she was no longer the naive little girl from Shimo City, she still obeyed the young master's words just as she had when she was a child.

A flash of blue light appeared in her eyes, and two figures flew out from her pupils. They were the two Nine Netherworld Python Battle Venerables who had been subdued earlier.

"See Master!"

The two Dou Zun knelt on one knee, their eyes no longer displaying the ferocity they had shown before, but instead filled with absolute obedience.

Qinglin waved her little hand: "Clear the way ahead."

"Yes!"

The three of them headed towards the colossal serpent. As they drew closer, the oppressive force in the air grew increasingly intense, causing even the two Dou Zun to break out in a sweat.

The closer they got, the stronger the suppression of their bloodline became.

The ground beneath my feet grew increasingly soft and sticky, as if I were stepping on the skin of some creature. The air was thick with the stench of decay, carrying a nauseatingly sweet and pungent smell.

Qinglin followed behind the two without much feeling, but she seemed to hear a few faint murmurs in her ears.

"Young master, I think I hear people arguing, but it's vague and not very clear."

Without giving it much thought, she immediately told Xiao Bai how she felt.

"quarrel?"

Xiao Bai was taken aback, then seemed to understand that it must be the soul in the ancient celestial serpent's bones causing trouble.

He was also a little curious about this creature. Did its nine heads share a unified will? If not, then which head was in charge?
"Don't worry about it for now. If anything else seems unusual, remember to let me know!"

He shook his head. Now he could vaguely sense that the main body was approaching rapidly, and his anxious heart calmed down a little.

Judging from the state of this small world's dilapidation, countless millennia have passed.

It's a ninth-tier magical beast that fell in ancient times. Although time is merciless and Qinglin was not seriously injured in the original story, it's still best to be careful.

outside world.

Above the ancient mountains, the pitch-black spatial rift still floats, like a wound torn open in the sky.

A hazy mist seeped out from the cracks, carrying an aura of decay and antiquity, forming eerie gray clouds under the blazing sun.

"This is... the entrance to the ruins?!"

A streak of light flashed across the sky, and the burly man carrying a giant sword landed near the spatial rift. His solid battle qi armor was faintly visible, indicating that he was at least at the level of a Battle Emperor.

With his eyes closed, he sensed the ancient, primal energy emanating from within. The burly man licked his chapped lips, a greedy glint in his eyes, but he didn't enter directly. Instead, he subtly took a step back.

Dozens of cultivators had already gathered around, forming their own small groups in twos and threes.

There were disciples from human sects, lone cultivators, and even a few mysterious figures shrouded in black robes.

Everyone stared intently at the spatial rift, but no one dared to be the first to step forward. They were all seasoned veterans who had spent a long time in the wilderness and knew exactly what was going on.

Ancient ruins like these, where everything is unknown and they suddenly appear, hold all sorts of dangers that no one can fathom.

Sometimes, just getting close to the entrance can lead to being poisoned by mysteriously leaked toxic gas. If you're not careful, you might get injured or even die.

So they are all waiting, waiting for a brave pioneer to scout the way for them.

There's no shortage of hotheads in this world, and sure enough, not long after, the person they were waiting for appeared.

"Huh, what a bunch of cowards."

A young man dressed in a magnificent brocade robe sneered, a simple and ancient-looking longsword hanging at his waist. He stepped forward, his hand resting on the hilt.

"Since you all are so modest, then I, this young master, will gladly accept this opportunity from the ruins!"

Before he finished speaking, his figure had already transformed into a streak of light and rushed towards the crack.

However, just a hundred feet away from the entrance, the space suddenly twisted violently, and three figures appeared out of thin air, their powerful pressure sweeping out like a tidal wave.

"The Nine Netherworld Python Clan is conducting business; all unauthorized personnel must stand aside!"

The leader was an old man with a sinister face and fine blue scales on his forehead.

He simply stood there, and the surrounding air became thick, as if even the light was distorted.

The two powerful figures behind him, who shared the same characteristics, made no move, but they also exuded a suffocating sense of oppression.

"A Dou Dou Zun level expert!"

The young man abruptly stopped, his face turning deathly pale.

The longsword in his hand cracked open with a "crack," but he dared not utter a single complaint.

The entire mountain range fell silent instantly, with only the sound of cautious breathing remaining.

The Nine Netherworld Python is one of the three major races in the world of magical beasts, and its fearsome reputation is enough to make many human forces retreat.

Even more terrifying was that the weakest of these three was a Dou Zun, and the aura of the elder in the lead was unfathomable, giving them a feeling of dread! The elder's cold gaze swept across the entire scene, pausing slightly when he saw several Dou Zong hidden among the crowd, before letting out a cold snort:
"This is the resting place of our ancestors, how dare you desecrate it! Within ten breaths, everyone must retreat to a distance of one hundred miles, otherwise—"

With a gentle clench of his right hand, a distant hill collapsed with a deafening roar, turning into a cloud of dust.

The crowd fell silent, except for the sound of people swallowing.

Several weaker cultivators turned and left, but many others were unwilling to give up and slowly retreated, hoping that other powerful figures would appear and change the situation.

Just as the atmosphere was becoming increasingly tense, a chilling laugh suddenly rang out from all directions.

"Hehehe, this is so lively!"

The space rippled like water, and several figures shrouded in black mist slowly emerged.

"Soul Palace!"

Someone cried out in alarm, causing immediate panic.

Even the members of the Nine Netherworld Python changed their expressions drastically, unconsciously huddling together and looking at the newcomers with wary expressions.

The leading figure in the black mist let out a metallic laugh: "Yao Yu, you Nine Netherworld Pythons are quite arrogant."

"Old Ghost of Star Picking, I didn't expect you to have advanced to six stars after just a few years!"

Elder Yao Yu was startled, then his face gradually darkened, as if water could drip from it:
"However, your Soul Palace's reach is a bit too far!"

"is it?"

The old ghost who picked stars let out a strange laugh, and the two Soul Hall experts behind him stepped forward simultaneously, their vast battle qi energy forming a substantial pressure.

"This isn't the Beast Realm. How my Soul Hall operates is none of your business."

He had sensed a powerful surge of soul energy here, so he rushed over. He originally planned to hide in the shadows and harvest a wave of souls when the ruins were filled with blood.

I never expected the Nine Netherworld Python Clan to be so domineering, actually sealing off the entrance to the ruins. This is outrageous!
If you block it, where does my achievement come from?

"Hmph, so what if it's the Soul Palace? This is the resting place of my ancestors, how dare you lay your hands on it!"

Elder Yao Yu snorted coldly, and his fighting spirit suddenly erupted, burning like flames. A huge phantom of the Nine Netherworld Python formed around him, its serpentine eyes staring coldly at the Soul Palace members.

"Hehehe, you mere old snake. If it were before, I might have been wary of you. But now you dare to be so insolent in front of me?"

The old ghost chuckled sinisterly, and with a flick of his sleeve, the thick black mist instantly spread out, transforming into countless hideous ghost faces that pounced towards Elder Yaoyu.

"boom!"

The two forces collided in mid-air, causing the space to tremble violently. The surrounding mountains collapsed from the shockwave, and the ground cracked open with deep, bottomless ravines.

"Go back!"

Some people's faces changed drastically, and they roared in shock and anger. The other cultivators watching the battle retreated in fear, afraid of being caught in the crossfire.

Even the aftershocks of a battle at the Dou Zun level are enough to annihilate Dou Zong and Dou Huang!

It was as if invisible sparks were flying in the air.

Red scales began to appear on the other two members of the Nine Netherworld Python, while countless distorted vengeful spirit faces gathered around the Soul Palace members.

Two completely different yet equally terrifying auras collided above the mountains, causing the space itself to tremble.

The cultivators who were watching from a distance turned pale and retreated again. In a chaotic battle of this level, they would be the first to suffer.

"Everyone, please wait!"

Just as a great battle was about to break out, a clear voice descended from the sky.

Everyone looked up and saw three streaks of light piercing the sky and arriving in front of them in the blink of an eye.

The leader was a handsome young man in a blue robe, from whom a jade fan slid out of his sleeve and gently waved.

"It's the Demon Flower Evil Lord of the Heavenly Nether Sect!" Someone recognized the person's identity and immediately breathed a sigh of relief. It was best that someone had stopped the battle.

The Demon Flower Evil Lord landed between the two forces, snapped his jade fan shut, and clasped his hands in a fist salute, saying:
"Gentlemen, the discovery of ancient ruins is a momentous event for the continent. Why make things so unpleasant? Why don't we each take a step back?"

"Shut up!"

"roll!"

Yao Yu and the old ghost Zhaixing shouted in unison, then glared at each other and snorted coldly at the same time.

The smile on the face of the Demon Flower Evil Lord froze, and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

His two companions behind him were trembling with fear, and a surge of anger rose in their hearts as they looked at the Demon Flower Evil Lord standing between the two sides.

Damn it, this is the Soul Palace! How dare you!

Based on your cultivation level of six-star Dou Zun, which is the same as theirs?

At this critical moment, the spatial rift seemed to be affected by their actions, and suddenly began to tremble violently.
"The ruins are closing!" someone shouted, causing a huge uproar.

Elder Yao Yu's expression changed drastically. He could no longer care about confronting the Soul Palace and shouted sharply, "Let's go, let's go inside first!"

The Nine Netherworld Python experts simultaneously lunged at the crevice. The instant they entered, they actually waved their sleeves, unleashing a surge of powerful battle qi, preparing to forcibly seal the entrance and prevent later arrivals from entering.

"Think beautifully!"

The old ghost who picked stars had a glint in his eyes. He let out a strange laugh and waved his sleeves. Countless vengeful spirits roared out and transformed into a black torrent that rushed towards the Nine Netherworld Pythons and their companions.

Upon seeing this, the Demon Flower Lord's eyes flashed with a sharp light: "Let's go!"

Three beams of light instantly broke through the chaotic entrance and headed straight for the crack.

In an instant, the situation completely spiraled out of control.

Seeing someone take the lead, the cultivators who had been observing all turned red with envy. Various combat techniques burst forth in the sky above the mountains, and everyone rushed madly toward the increasingly unstable spatial rift.

"Stop them! Stop them!"

Elder Yao Yu roared repeatedly, preparing to smash the two approaching Dou Huangs with a single palm strike, but was stopped by the 'kind' Old Ghost Zhai Xing, and the two instantly entered the area.

Seeing this, the others' eyes flashed with a sharp light, and they moved closer and closer to the crack.

"Old Ghost Zhaixing!" Yao Yu glared at Old Ghost Zhaixing, wishing she could devour him alive.

Seeing his clansmen being entangled by the Soul Hall people and with more and more people entering the rift, he immediately lost his desire to enjoy it all to himself. He forced back the Soul Hall people with a palm strike, and with two others, he flashed and disappeared into the rift.

Seeing that he had achieved his goal, Old Ghost Zhaixing did not give chase. The space around his body slightly distorted, and his figure disappeared from everyone's sight.

Some cultivators breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.

Other newcomers to the cultivation world, seeing everyone rushing to enter the crevice, didn't think twice and jumped right in, afraid that if they were a step too slow, the opportunity would be snatched away by someone else.

The Star-Picking Old Ghost didn't leave; he merely hid in mid-air, watching the chaotic scene below and the increasing number of powerful figures approaching, sensing the commotion. He couldn't help but let out a strange, gleeful laugh.

"Jie Jie"

He spread his arms wide, his eyes radiating an eerie light, and the souls of the cultivators who died in the melee were drawn into them.

Below, in a short period of time, more than a hundred people poured into the crack.

"Go on, go on! When you come out with your treasures, you'll find the real fishing net waiting outside. Hehehehe."

The old ghost who picks stars looks at the crowd that keeps crawling into the crack, his face full of sinister smiles.

"What fishing net?"

A curious voice suddenly rang in his ears, causing the smile on his face to freeze.

Suddenly turning around, he saw the space ripple not far behind him, and a familiar black robe came into view.

In an instant, the image of the giant, crooked hand outside the Fallen God Abyss flashed into his mind, and a trace of fear appeared in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)