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Chapter 236 The Abyss Nurtures a Golden Cocoon to Cleanse Impurities, the Spring's Soul Receives Jade Dew to Purify the Mortal World [Two-in-One]

Under the reprimand of Feng Mingyang, the newly appointed clan leader and a Nascent Soul cultivator.

The sound waves within the Holy Spring barrier suddenly stopped.

But the eldest, stubborn clan elder named Feng Gan, seemed powerless despite the previous revelations and the public outrage.

At this moment, however, many clan elders accompanied them, and as if their sore spot had been touched, they stood firmly in the way of the path leading to the sacred spring.

Their wrinkled faces flushed red with excitement, their eyes burning with an almost obsessive fervor, carrying a martyr-like tragic grandeur, yet also appearing particularly out of place.

Especially during the drying process, he stiffened his neck and kept muttering, "Rules... royal blood... this is the foundation for maintaining the sanctity of the clan..."

Seeing their attitude, Feng Mingyang's face turned as cold as the northern ice.

His sister's faint breath, like a candle flickering in the wind, pierced his heart like the sharpest needle.

His bloodshot eyes flashed with amber light as he stared sharply at Feng Qian and his group. The pressure of a Nascent Soul cultivator poured out without reservation, mixed with boundless anger and unquestionable determination: "Elders!"

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a thunderclap in your ears, instantly drowning out all the noise.

Feng Qian and the others felt an invisible mountain crash down on them, their souls trembled violently, and they almost lost their footing.

Feng Mingyang spoke slowly and deliberately, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth: "My sister's life is ten thousand times more important than your outdated rules!"

"If my sister is lost, your 'loyal' protection will make you an accomplice in the murder of the clan's holy maiden. Even if your soul is scattered, it will not atone for your sins!"

His voice was icy cold, and the last accusation of "murdering the Holy Maiden" made Feng Qian tremble violently, his face turning deathly pale.

The eldest daughter or sister of the clan leader usually automatically acquires the status of "saintess," but this rule has always only applied to the Chenghuang lineage.

Since the Ji Liang lineage took power, it has been rarely mentioned.

This is because although the Chenghuang lineage is not large, as long as they produce offspring, regardless of gender, all of them can awaken their bloodline power after reaching adulthood.

In contrast, only about 50% of the Ji Liang lineage are capable of awakening their powers, and they must undergo a formal investiture ceremony before the clan members will acknowledge them.

The intimidation of power, the weight of public opinion, and the irrefutable charge of "murder" acted like three heavy shackles, completely shattering Feng Qian's last psychological defenses.

He opened his mouth, but ultimately uttered no sound, and his age-spotted hands fell limply to his sides.

At that moment, he seemed to age a hundred years in an instant, his eyes were empty, and the tear between faith and reality left him feeling utterly hopeless.

Just as Feng Qian and a group of clan elders staggered to make way for them.

The entrance to the Holy Spring barrier trembled slightly, and more than twenty Nascent Soul level pressures descended with a roar.

It was those surviving elders of the Hufeng clan who had previously been hiding somewhere, but who came over at this "critical moment".

The white-bearded elder at the head of the group slammed his cane on the ground, his voice like the clanging of metal: "The sacred spring is the foundation of our clan; how dare we allow outsiders to set foot here!"

More than ten elderly Nascent Soul cultivators stepped forward in unison beside him, their robes fluttering even without wind, clearly indicating that they were all his supporters.

Tang Hao's face twitched involuntarily when he heard that sentence again.

He had been extremely impatient since the stubborn elder Feng Gan tried to obstruct him, but since it was the internal affair of the Hufeng clan, he really couldn't interfere, so he forced himself to be patient.

Unexpectedly, just as Feng Mingyang was about to take action after successfully persuading him, someone else jumped out and brought up the issue of bloodline.

Sensing Feng Mingyue's wavering aura, an uncontrollable surge of rage rose within him.

For some reason, everything about this woman touched Tang Hao's sensitive nerves, as if she were a very important person to him.

'Perhaps it's because the Chenghuang bloodline in my body came from her?' Tang Hao could only make this guess.

On the other side, a group of six men, led by a burly man with a bushy beard, suddenly appeared in front of Feng Mingyang and said, "If Feng Xu were here, how could you possibly obstruct us!"

The two opposing forces clashed, causing the ice crystals on the ground to shatter.

"Even if Fengxu is here, so what? He's not of royal blood..." The white-bearded old man had just opened his mouth with a disdainful snort when he heard an annoyed shout.

"Noisy!"

The voice that rebuked was extremely young, clearly not from either faction, nor was it Feng Mingyang's voice.

who is it?

How dare they get involved in the standoff between these Nascent Soul cultivators?

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a handsome young man with rosy lips and white teeth.

These elders had just arrived and did not know who Tang Hao was. Upon seeing this, they wanted to teach this arrogant brat a lesson.

Can……

next moment.

All the Nascent Soul elders of the Hufeng clan, or more precisely, all the Hufeng clan members, including Feng Mingyang, were stunned on the spot.

Suddenly, a pale yellow, amber-like flame of qi and blood ignited on Tang Hao's body.

A rich aura of [Chenghuang Power] rippled outwards, causing all the Hufeng clan members with cultivation levels of Core Formation or below to lower their heads involuntarily—it was a suppression from their bloodline.

Even with a Nascent Soul, a tremor ran through one's heart.

"How could you..." The white-bearded old man stammered, unable to utter a word.

With the sudden appearance of the [Power of Huang], no one could offer any reason to object, and the scene fell into a deathly silence.

Tang Hao, however, was too lazy to say anything more to them. He grabbed Feng Mingyue and gently lifted her up in his arms.

Upon seeing this, Feng Mingyang disregarded his shock and looked at Tang Hao with eager pleading, all his doubts turning into anxious anticipation.

"Fellow Daoist Tang! Everything is in your hands now!"

He knew all too well that the terrifying pollution deep within the sacred spring was an extremely yin and vile power that even a Nascent Soul cultivator would find difficult to withstand.

Only the boy before her could protect his sister and sneak into the cave unharmed.

Bai Jue also quietly opened his eyes at this moment, and together with Yan Yumin, he instructed him: "Be careful!"

Tang Hao felt heavy-hearted. He took a deep breath, suppressing the dual exhaustion of his body and mind, and his eyes became unusually firm.

Without saying anything more, he simply nodded heavily to Bai Jue, Yan Yumin, and Feng Mingyang: "Don't worry, leave it to me!"

He walked to the edge of the sacred spring.

The spring water, which should have been pure and milky white, was now murky and bubbling with nauseating dark red foam. A pungent, fishy stench mixed with a sinister, sulfurous smell assaulted the senses.

On the surface of the spring, distorted black mist could be faintly seen swimming like venomous snakes.

Deep at the bottom of the pool, the outline of the dilapidated altar was faintly visible amidst the filth.

Tang Hao's internal magical power circulated, and the already transformed [Great Sun Glazed Light], under the urging of his mind, poured into a magical treasure-level protective jade pendant he wore.

A warm yet incredibly resilient golden shield instantly expanded from the jade pendant, enveloping him and Feng Mingyue.

As soon as the golden light appeared, the faint foul air emanating from the pool emitted a soft "sizzling" sound, as if ice and snow were being quickly melted and purified by the blazing sun.

Without hesitation, he leaped into the filthy, churning pool.

"Plop——!"

icy!

A bone-chilling cold instantly enveloped my entire body.

But this was no ordinary chill; it was a sinister power that penetrated to the bone marrow and could freeze one's soul. Like countless icy poisonous needles, it desperately tried to pierce through the protective golden light and enter his body.

At the same time, a huge, viscous, and malicious suction force came from the bottom of the pool, as if countless invisible hands were pulling him down.

Within the surging dark red bubbles, there was a violent and chaotic energy turbulence that constantly impacted his protective light shield, emitting dull "bang" sounds, like the beating of drums.

Furthermore, wisps of extremely fine yet sharp, cone-like black energy continuously attempted to corrode and penetrate the defenses of the [Great Sun Glazed Light] shield.

'I never imagined that the residual pollution left by the Skin Thief would be so terrifying. Fortunately, the Great Sun Glazed Light is extremely effective against it, almost like a natural enemy.'

Tang Hao held his breath and focused his mind, increasing his mana output to maintain the stability of the [Great Sun Glazed Light] shield.

Like a fish swimming, it braved immense pressure and omnipresent erosion, resolutely diving towards the dilapidated altar at the bottom of the pool.

The deeper you go, the dimmer the light becomes, and the thicker the filth grows.

The golden shield became the only source of light in this dark abyss, illuminating the surrounding viscous pool of water, which resembled melting, bubbling asphalt.

The twisted black energy became increasingly dense, transforming into hideous, pained human faces and writhing, eerie tentacles that shrieked as they lunged at the golden light, only to be purified and dissipated upon contact.

The water pressure increased, and the viscous resistance around us seemed to freeze us solid.

On a spiritual level, negative thoughts of chaos, pain, and despair surged like invisible waves, impacting Tang Hao's mind in waves.

This is the lingering resentment of countless Windcallers who were sacrificed, corrupted, and died in agony. It was twisted and amplified by the power of the Skin Thief, forming a terrible form of spiritual pollution.

The [Heart-Imprinting Mirror] automatically protects its owner, emitting wisps of clear light to help him maintain a sliver of clarity in his mind.

Within his consciousness, the Nightmare Throne also shimmered with a black and gold dual light, withstanding the remaining mental impact.

Gritting his teeth, Tang Hao's eyes were sharp as an eagle's, fixed firmly on the direction of the altar below.

Finally, as if sinking to the bottom of a dark, deep sea, his feet touched the hard rocks at the bottom of the pool.

The dilapidated and crumbling altar was right in front of us.

The altar was built of a type of gray-black boulder that was no longer recognizable. In the previous upheaval, most of it had collapsed, leaving it riddled with deep cracks and huge gaps.

Only at the center of the altar, where an inverted cone-shaped depression remains relatively intact, is the core of the altar.

The depression was not completely filled with filth.

In the center, there was a small pool of liquid about three feet square, emitting an extremely faint yet exceptionally pure milky-white glow.

The light stubbornly resisted the surging, inky filth from all around, like a solitary island in a raging storm.

It is the remaining [Primordial Holy Water].

However, this precious holy water did not stay still.

An extremely yin and foul aura continued to surge from all around, like viscous black asphalt, flowing endlessly towards the pool of holy water, attempting to completely erode and cover it.

The Holy Spring's source is filled with pure Yang energy, which overflows from the spring water and continuously flows into the [Primordial Holy Water].

The two forces clashed and annihilated each other fiercely at the contact surface, producing a piercing "sizzling" sound like a branding iron being plunged into water, and rising up plumes of gray-black smoke filled with a destructive aura.

The surrounding space was slightly distorted by the confrontation of these forces, and a chilling energy fluctuation spread out.

Under immense pressure, Tang Hao struggled to approach the depression.

The closer they got, the more terrifying the corrosive force felt by the [Great Sun Glazed Light] shield became.

The edge of the protective golden light rubbed violently against the overflowing filthy energy, producing an even sharper "crunching" sound. The surface of the light shield began to ripple violently, as if it might break at any moment.

His golden core hummed, and his magical power was rapidly depleted like a floodgate being opened.

If it weren't for his profound foundation, the Nightmare Kingdom as his backing, and the abundant energy provided by his two Golden Cores, an ordinary Core Formation cultivator would probably have already exhausted his mana and been devoured by the evil energy.

He carefully steadied himself on the edge of the altar.

Although Feng Mingyue's body is light, carrying her in this violent energy environment requires extreme caution.

First, gently place Feng Mingyue on a relatively intact altar stone slab near the edge of the depression, which has not been directly washed by filth.

Then, he took a deep breath, and the [Great Sun Glazed Light] in his palm suddenly shone brightly, as brilliant as the sun!

He pressed his palms firmly against the interface between the filth and holy water, which were locked in a fierce battle within the depression.

"Give me...clean!"

With a deep shout from Tang Hao.

The vast and boundless golden light, like a molten lava torrent bursting its banks, surged down his arms and into the pool of holy water.

The golden light was dazzling, and the stubbornly resisting milky white holy water seemed to be instantly tainted and assimilated, transforming into a more intense and purifying golden holy flame.

"laugh--!"

If hot oil is poured into cold water, a deafening hiss will suddenly erupt.

The entire recessed area of ​​the altar seemed to instantly transform into a furnace.

The thick, blood-like filthy energy melted and dissipated like an avalanche upon touching the gilded holy flame, burning into large swaths of gray-black smoke.

As soon as the smoke rose, it was engulfed by the even denser holy flames around it, completely purified, and turned into nothingness.

The golden flames gained the upper hand, frantically burning and purifying the ever-flowing filth.

The depression instantly turned into a boiling liquid of gold.

But this is not without cost.

The intense confrontation generated a terrifying repulsive force field.

Tang Hao felt as if two invisible mountains were pressing down on him.

His protective golden light fluctuated violently, his body was under tremendous pressure, and his bones seemed to be groaning.

The powerful recoil impacted his internal organs, and a metallic taste rose in his throat, which he forcibly suppressed.

His arms felt like branding irons plunged into scalding lava, causing excruciating pain. The intense yang energy contained in the holy water resonated strongly with his own luminous light, which also burdened him.

If he hadn't constantly trained his physical body, and if the "Eight Primordial Scenery True Scripture" he cultivated hadn't provided such a strong boost to his physical strength, his body would probably have been torn apart instantly.

At the very moment when the energy conflict was at its most intense, the filth was temporarily suppressed, and the golden holy water occupied that depression, Tang Hao made a decisive decision!

Despite the excruciating pain and immense pressure, he exerted all his strength in his arms to steadily lift Feng Mingyue's body, carefully immersing her completely in the golden, shimmering holy water, which resembled a liquid sun.

puff...

The moment Feng Mingyue's body came into contact with the golden holy water, a faint light emanated from her body.

The holy water seemed to be summoned by something, instantly becoming pliable, and her body subconsciously sat cross-legged.

The golden liquid gently enveloped her pale body, like a giant amber cocoon, barely submerging and supporting her in the center of the holy water.

The golden water rippled and spontaneously formed a vortex.

A pure and gentle energy, yet containing immense life force, began to flow like a gentle stream, continuously into her parched and withered limbs and bones.

Most incredibly, the pool water contained those wild, volatile, and eroding negative thoughts and foul energies that seemed to be trying to erode everything.

As one approaches this golden "amber cocoon," it becomes eerily quiet, as if soothed by some higher-level law.

(End of this chapter)