Anime Crossover: This Holy Lord Only Wants Friendly Communication

This small figure seemed to contain an inexhaustible source of energy, and a tremendous force roared out.

This caused the surrounding space to distort and vibrate, making cracking sounds, as if the space itself could not withstand the pressure of this force and was about to shatter.

With a whoosh, the black mist seemed to carry a storm, along with five-colored flames.

Like an arrow released from a bow, it crashed into the intricate and complex formation below.

The moment the two collided, it was like a meteorite falling into a lake, stirring up ripples and waves. The lake surface, like a giant mirror, was instantly shattered, turning into countless sparkling water droplets that splashed out.

Miraculously, the five-colored fire source dissolved into the sand like water, slowly disappearing into the formation as if it had found its home, leaving only a slightly swaying formation to witness the breathtaking scene just now.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Shinian's heart tightened, and his breath caught in his throat. This was a source of fire that he had painstakingly refined, as precious as the essence of his heart and blood. Now that it had disappeared like this, what if something went wrong? Wouldn't all his years of hard work have been in vain?

He stared wide-eyed at the formation, his hands clenched into fists, his nails digging into his palms, drawing blood, but he felt no pain, his heart filled with worry for the fate of the Fire Source.

Fortunately, the worry did not last long. In a short while, the small array seemed to have been injected with a stimulant, shaking and swaying violently. Mysterious runes, like stars that had been lit up, shimmered on the array, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura.

Immediately afterwards, the surrounding Qian Tian Ming Huo array seemed to be an ancient behemoth awakened, with its magical runes lighting up one by one.

Its light was dazzling and radiant, like a giant dragon that had been sleeping for a long time.

Awakening at this moment, it stretched out its massive body, its scales shimmering with golden light, looking majestic and awe-inspiring.

The originally faint and scattered Heavenly Flames seemed to receive a command to return to their nest, quickly contracting and gathering, meandering along the magical patterns, like agile silver snakes, orderly disappearing into the depths of the light.

In the blink of an eye, the entire array shone brightly, and the outer magic array seemed to be given life, shaking violently, rising into the air, and spinning at high speed, with the patterns and lines on it resembling lit fuses.

The crimson light was dazzling and eye-catching, like a magnificent and colorful scroll of light and shadow slowly unfolding between heaven and earth, leaving people in awe.

"Swish"

Amidst the endless flashes of light, the array patterns seemed to be pulled by an invisible giant hand, rapidly shrinking and converging.

In a short while, the magic array, which was originally vast and boundless and covered an unknown area, shrank to the size of the pool.

At this moment, all the power seemed to flow into the sea, converging into it. The small core formation was like a wanderer returning home, slowly merging into the pool and becoming one with it, as natural and harmonious as water and milk blending together, without the slightest sense of abruptness.

Then, the light, like a candle flame that had burned out, gradually dimmed.

Until it disappears.

Those wondrous phenomena, like dreams and illusions, transformed into a fine, divine rain that fell into the pool, nourishing the divine substance.

It bestows a blessing of life upon the golden-scaled fish and withered plants in the pond.

The divine rain, as clear and translucent as pearls, fell into the water, splashing up tiny droplets.

As if sensing the call of life, the fish swayed their weak bodies and swam toward where the divine rain fell, greedily absorbing this hard-won nourishment.

And those withered plants seemed to be infused with the vitality of life, their roots and stems trembling slightly, their leaves regaining their green color, stretching out with effort to welcome this new hope.

Jiang Shinian suddenly felt a stirring in his mind, as if a mysterious bond had formed between him and the pool. He could clearly perceive every subtle movement of the great formation, as if it had become an extension of his own body.

He could feel the flow of power and the flickering of runes in the pool, as if they were part of his own body, breathing and pulsating.

Immediately afterwards, ripples appeared in the empty space in the pool, a mysterious power surged, and a colorful cloud slowly emerged.

But now, it is no longer bright and vibrant. Its colors are mottled and dull, and the blood-red color is as thick as ink, resembling several dried bloodstains. The black threads are intertwined and interwoven with the gold, like a mysterious and bizarre abstract painting, evenly distributed in the depths, full of the weight and mystery after experiencing vicissitudes.

"come back."

Jiang Shi Nian moved at will, and with a soft call, the clouds seemed to understand the summons, trembling as they drifted back and disappeared into his body. After a brief sensing, he could detect their weakness and exhaustion, their energy nearly depleted.

"It must be due to the combined power of the black energy to refine the formation." Jiang Shinian pondered to himself, nodding as he hurriedly circulated his internal energy, carefully nourishing and moisturizing it, as if he were caring for a seriously injured patient. Every bit of power he input seemed to be injecting life into it, allowing it to slowly recover its vitality from its weakness.

His gaze shifted to Black Stone, which looked like a wilted eggplant, its spirit listless and its black aura noticeably thinner. Jiang Shinian was surprised; it seemed its battle with the righteous forces had been extremely fierce. It had only offered a small assistance in refining the magic array, yet it had already suffered such depletion. He was about to express his concern, as they would later fight alongside the main characters, when Black Stone abruptly interrupted him.

"This pool can now be taken away. Quickly collect Yingquan and the Twelve Golden Palaces, then you can leave with the pool on your back."

Black Stone's voice seemed to travel through the deepest hell, unpredictable and mysterious, each word carrying the chill of ice, sending shivers down one's spine.

"Son, remember that each of the twelve zodiac signs is home to an ancient star beast, which is like a star in human form, corresponding to the twelve constellations. It contains the primordial power of the universe and is mysterious and extraordinary. If you want to subdue it, you must defeat it one-on-one with your own strength to win its loyalty. There is no other way."

Chapter 119 Twelve Ancient Beasts of the Starry Sky

Black Stone spoke as if he were an elder giving earnest advice, his words full of heartfelt expectations. His words contained both his trust in Jiang Shi Nian and his resentment towards the regrets of the past, like an aging general entrusting his unfinished business to a younger generation.

"Back then, those so-called gods were despicable, always resorting to sneak attacks and gang fights, their methods were extremely underhanded. I nurtured life with high hopes, but they regarded me as a thorn in their side. Not only did they seal away all the life forms I had created, but they also suppressed the ancient beasts nurtured in this chaotic starry sky, sealing them away in the corners of time, unable to be free."

Blackstone's words were filled with resentment, as if the flames of war from years past had been reignited. His hatred was hard to quell, and every word seemed to carry anger, scorching the air and allowing people to truly feel the pain and resentment left by that tragic past.

"I had an agreement with them that we would not interfere with each other's creation of life. I was careless and believed them. I never expected them to break their promise. While I was confronting that old man and had no time to spare, they sealed and imprisoned the twelve ancient beasts of the starry sky. How ruthless their methods are!"

At this point, Black Stone seemed to still have more to say, wanting to recount his past grievances, but he forced himself to swallow the words, paused, and finally sighed helplessly:

“I have lived in this world for a long time, and my time is coming to an end. I must leave.”

Although your strength is not yet at its peak, those ancient beasts have also been worn down by time and are extremely weak. They are barely surviving on the thin starlight that seeps through the gaps in the great formation, their life force on the verge of extinction.

"I have high hopes for you, Xiaolong. Don't let me down. You must prove yourself. I don't want to be suppressed by that force again, with no chance of ever turning things around."

The black stone, which was formed from black energy, was like a wisp of ink cloud gently lifted up by a mysterious and unpredictable force that transcended the mortal world. The rolling black energy around it resembled wisps of smoke rising slowly and leisurely towards the vast and boundless sky.

Like a reclusive traveler who has completed his earthly mission, he gradually disappears into this world with a touch of nonchalance and determination.

Only a faint, dreamlike black silhouette remained, like a light ink wash painting, slowly fading from Jiang Shinian's sight.

It left him standing there all alone.

His expression was solemn, as if he were lost in deep thought, his profound eyes reflecting a myriad of thoughts that twinkled like stars.

As the black mist completely disappeared into the horizon, as if swallowed by the endless void, Jiang Shinian stood still for a long time, like an ancient statue cast by time and immersed in tranquil Zen, exuding a kind of aloof, serene and distant temperament.

A gentle breeze blew by, causing his clothes to flutter, but it did not disturb him in the slightest. He seemed to merge with the world around him, immersed in a spiritual realm that belonged only to him.

In silence, he savored the fantastical and thrilling experiences he had just had, searching for the next step. His focused expression was like that of a chess master unraveling the mystery of a game, not letting go of any subtle clue.

After a moment, he seemed to come back to his senses from deep thought and moved lightly to the edge of the mysterious pool.

At this moment, the pool resembled an ancient treasure box sealed by time, containing endless mysterious power, quietly emitting a faint yet alluring halo, attracting Jiang Shinian's gaze.

His eyes were slightly closed, as if he were communicating with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, gathering the immense power around him. After a moment, he suddenly waved his sleeve, which seemed to be billowed by a strong wind and transformed into a fiercely flying flag, carrying the force of an overwhelming wave and engulfing the pool.

In an instant, the pool seemed to be gently lifted up by an invisible yet incredibly powerful giant hand, quietly disappearing into his personal private space, like a brilliant star hidden in the vast night sky, leaving no trace.

All that remained was an empty space, yet it was still filled with wisps of mysterious aura, as if lingering echoes, telling the story of the silent "organization miracle" that had just occurred.

"These days, who would do something as stupid as carrying things on a long trek?"

Jiang Shinian's lips curled up slightly, revealing a confident and slightly teasing smile. That smile was like the warm spring sun, dispelling some of the heavy atmosphere.

He was full of self-satisfaction with modern conveniences, and seemed like a wise man who had mastered the art of skill, mocking the brute force of the past.

With the disappearance of the pool, the mist that had once swirled around, seemingly woven from the thinnest and finest silk, as soft as gauze and dreamlike as a dream, seemed to have lost its foundation.

As the stage play came to a close, the fading light and shadow effects slowly dissipated, and each wisp of mist that drifted away played a silent farewell melody, vanishing without a trace like a dream bubble.

The surrounding scenery, like a beautiful woman unveiling her veil, gradually becomes clear and distinct. The outlines of flowers, trees, and shrubs become more and more vivid, and the dewdrops on each leaf are crystal clear, like dazzling gems carefully inlaid by nature, refracting colorful light.

At this moment, a secluded path seemed to emerge shyly from the mysterious and profound cracks of time, like an endless labyrinth, winding its way through the lush foliage of the forest, like waves of a green ocean.

It is tranquil and natural, without any sense of abruptness, as if it were a "spirit" that this world had been nurtured for a long time and was waiting for this moment to make a stunning appearance. It blends and coexists with every plant, tree, mountain and stone around it, and is perfectly in harmony with it. It is just like the last key piece of a puzzle, which completes the whole picture of this landscape.

Jiang Shinian's gaze fell lightly upon it, his gaze as soft as a feather, carrying a hint of exploration and anticipation. After a brief pause, he seemed like an explorer about to step into a mysterious fairyland, taking a step onto this mysterious path.

With steady and powerful steps, each step seemed to be on the beat of history and reality, carrying a resolute determination to explore the unknown, gradually entering the depths of the secluded realm.

The further you go, the deeper and more secluded the path becomes, like a time tunnel leading to another mysterious world.

Jiang Shinian felt as if he were in a dream world, where the surrounding light and shadow seemed to be manipulated at will by an invisible hand, changing unpredictably, with time and space overlapping and blurring the boundaries between the past and the present, reality and dreams.

After traveling for an unknown amount of time, in a daze, wisps of ethereal and solemn sounds, as if whispers of ancient gods from beyond the nine heavens, came from ahead in their mysterious and magnetic voices.

The voice was ethereal and elusive, like a faint fragrance in the wind, gently brushing past the ear, yet carrying a strange quality that reached the depths of the soul, as if it could knock on the door of the heart.

This ignited Jiang Shi's curiosity, which burned like a raging fire in his chest. He quickened his pace unconsciously, as if drawn by the mysterious voice, eager to unveil the mystery hidden ahead.

Chapter 120 Ying Quan

As the distance closed, the sound was like a primordial beast awakened, breaking free from the shackles of a thousand years of slumber, growing louder and more passionate, until it sounded like a great bell tolling and the great road roaring, like a tsunami crashing on the shore, surging and turbulent.

Each sound seemed to contain the power to create the world, causing the surrounding air to vibrate and hum, like a group of invisible spirits frantically pounding on transparent eardrums.

Jiang Shinian was startled and gasped, the cold air feeling like a sharp, icy arrow that pierced through his lungs instantly.

His eyes instantly ignited with a blazing light, like two torches burning fiercely and never going out in the dark night, locked on the front, trying to pierce through the layers of fog and use the "sword" of his gaze to uncover the truth.

His eyes were filled with tension and anticipation, as if he were about to witness the birth of a world-shaking miracle.

"boom!"

A deafening roar, as if the heavens and earth were collapsing, was as if Pangu were wielding his giant axe, once again cleaving through the chaos.

The ground ahead seemed to be mercilessly torn apart by a pair of enormous, destructive hands from the deepest hell.

A majestic and imposing mountain, like a pillar supporting the sky, rises from the earth with unstoppable force, shrouded in chaotic mist, resembling an ancient behemoth reborn from the ground.

Enveloped in mist and clouds, the mountain appears mysterious and majestic, as if it were meticulously sketched and painted by nature with the most powerful strokes and the thickest paint. Every fold and every undulation seems to contain stories accumulated over the years, telling tales of past glory and mystery.

Halfway up the mountain, an ancient cave, like the deep, mysterious eyes of a giant beast, seems to hold endless treasures, radiating auspicious light. Its spiritual energy, like a tangible mist, permeates the air.

The mist seemed to come alive, moving gracefully through the cave, creating a dreamlike and breathtakingly beautiful scene.

Like a magnificent painting with ethereal colors and divine brushstrokes, it slowly unfolded before Jiang Shinian's eyes, leaving him dumbfounded and immersed in it, unable to extricate himself for a moment.

"That's Ying Quan???"

Jiang Shinian looked astonished, his expression full of confusion and doubt, like a child who had suddenly stumbled into a mysterious fairyland and was at a loss.

"A big mountain?"

He muttered to himself, his voice so soft it was like a whisper in the wind, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Immediately, a strange light emanated from his body, a blend of chicken and rabbit talismans. The light resembled a dreamlike shield or a pair of agile wings, granting him extraordinary power and speed.

His figure moved like a ghost, flashing in an instant, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind, like a black lightning bolt, rushing towards the ancient cave.

Each movement seemed to pierce the boundaries of time and space, leaving behind a faint, dreamlike afterimage, displaying the speed and agility of lightning.

As we approached the cave entrance, a dense, almost tangible, sacred aura swept over us, like a surging tide composed of countless golden particles of light.

The impact shook Jiang Shinian's body violently, as if his soul had been struck, as if he had been hit by a sacred light from a higher dimension, leaving him in a brief daze.

"Uprightness?"