Anime Crossover: This Holy Lord Only Wants Friendly Communication

Jiang Shinian's eyes flashed with a sharp light, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, but upon closer inspection, he shook his head.

"No, it's a peculiar aura, somewhat similar in spirit to righteous energy."

He focused his attention and discovered that this aura was like an advanced and sublimated version of the energy contained in the pool of magma, which was higher and purer than ordinary magic and spiritual energy. It was like the difference between immortal wine and village wine, like heaven and earth, stepping from the mortal world into a sacred fairyland.

Every pore on my body seemed to be greedily absorbing this rare energy, intoxicated by it, yet always vigilant, daring not to slack off in the slightest.

"With such rich energy, ordinary people who live here for a long time will surely prolong their lives, get rid of diseases and disasters, as if they are gently favored by the god of time and remain young forever; magicians who are immersed in it will surely make rapid progress in their magical cultivation, like a dried-up riverbed welcoming a raging flood, full and surging; even I can help the circulation of magical energy in my body, like a fish in water, as if injecting top-grade lubricating oil into a precision machine, making it run more and more smoothly and efficiently."

Jiang Shi Nian secretly pondered that if this place were to be used as a palace, then the Star Pavilion could be discarded like worn-out shoes. After all, compared to this place, it was like a fairyland, while the Star Pavilion was nothing but a humble room and a cold cave. It was like pearls and sand, the difference in quality was immediately apparent.

However, as soon as he stepped into the ancient cave, a chilling sensation seemed to rise from the soles of his feet, like a cold, venomous snake that instantly climbed up his spine, extinguishing his previous thoughts.

"It seems this place is definitely not a good place."

Jiang Shinian's expression was solemn, like a general stepping into a dangerous place. Looking around, he realized that this place was less like an ancient cave and more like a meticulously carved fairy cave, with a spacious interior and a grand and magnificent palace-like atmosphere.

On the stone wall, mysterious engravings resemble codes written by time, clearly the work of human hands rather than natural creation.

Each engraving seems to contain the will and power of an unparalleled expert, either vigorous and powerful, like a sharp sword being drawn from its sheath, slicing through the void.

Or it flows gracefully and nimbly, like a fairy dancing, leaving behind a beautiful trail.

Even after the passage of time, its aura remains undiminished, profound and mysterious, inspiring awe in those who behold it and stirring awe in those who gaze upon it. It is hard to imagine how extraordinary and saintly the person who carved it must have been, as if a deity from a celestial realm, possessing the power to penetrate heaven and earth, had descended to the mortal world.

Moreover, the mountain wall constantly emits wisps of strange energy, which is even rarer than magic or spiritual energy in the world. It is like a divine gift from heaven, radiating a precious light that makes people tremble.

Enveloped in a sacred halo.

Jiang Shinian was puzzled. He lightly tapped his fingertip, and a ball of five-colored flames instantly leaped out, like a nimble fire snake, and crashed into the mountain wall. However, it was like an ant trying to shake a tree, or like a gentle breeze brushing his face, leaving no trace.

The mountain wall, like an indestructible divine shield, remained unharmed, just like a peerless master who, facing the provocation of ants, remained calm and unmoved, fully demonstrating its profound foundation and powerful defense.

"No, perhaps these are not just marks from the excavation, but more like the scars left by the great battles of the past."

Jiang Shi Nian approached and examined the cave wall closely. He found that, apart from the carvings, there were many cracks on the wall, like a densely woven spider web. It was clearly caused by the clash of treasures and the battle between powerful figures, and could not have been created by ordinary carving.

Each crack seemed to tell the story of a breathtaking, earth-shattering battle, a frenzied clash of power against power, a life-or-death struggle between wills, with remnants of past wars and smoke still lingering.

The cave was spacious and deep. Jiang Shinian walked steadily forward, and soon he saw a huge rock blocking the way. Its aura was the same as that of the mountain, as if they were born from the same root and connected by blood. There was a huge gap in the cave wall, and cracks were like the earth splitting open, covering it.

"Um......"

Chapter 121 Highlights the Beauty

Jiang Shi Nian pondered for a moment, then with a wave of his hand, the boulder seemed to be pulled by an invisible rope, beyond his storage space.

"Take it first. Although it is damaged, it is still a rare treasure. In the future, no matter which realm you travel to, it can be used as capital for trade or refined into an unparalleled magic weapon."

Jiang Shinian was like a discerning appraiser who discovered a lost treasure in the ruins and decisively acquired it, waiting for it to shine in the future.

As I pondered, ancient carvings gradually appeared on the cave walls, like a long scroll of history sealed by time, slowly unfolding, with a mysterious and misty atmosphere lingering around it, as if draping it in a dreamlike veil.

Jiang's curiosity was piqued for ten years, and he began to examine the details closely.

The painting depicts humanoid creatures with agile figures and graceful bearing, possessing the perfect physique and charm of ancient Greek sculptures. It also features many strange creatures, each with a unique and unpredictable form.

Or perhaps it has three heads and six arms, like the mythical Nezha reborn, possessing extraordinary supernatural powers.

Or it radiates light, as if it were bathed in the light of Buddha, coming from another time and space, which amazes people. It is as if a mysterious door to another world has been opened, allowing them to glimpse the fantastic creatures and mysterious civilizations of another dimension.

Just as he was engrossed in exploring the secrets of the ancient past, as if sensing something, he suddenly turned around and shouted, "Who!"

The sound, like a booming bell, echoed endlessly within the cave, causing the surrounding air to buzz. It seemed to force out the mysterious entity lurking in the shadows, and it was also like a thunderclap of righteous judgment.

It shattered the silence, intimidated all sides, and displayed its powerful aura and decisiveness.

Jiang Shinian's eyes were like a dazzling galaxy, their light like stardust, shimmering and shining. The scarlet color within them was like a raging fire burning deep within the universe, intense and fiery, seemingly capable of burning away all illusions and locking the deep, dark parts of the ancient cave.

There, the mist, like a graceful, flowing silkworm ribbon, swirled and spread wantonly, layer upon layer, crisscrossing, weaving a mysterious and unpredictable web that seemed capable of swallowing everything.

Meanwhile, an inexplicable force, like a surging, mysterious undercurrent, continued to vibrate.

The ancient carvings on the cave walls seemed to awaken from their slumber like primordial beasts, continuously emanating a terrifying aura that chilled the soul.

The deeper one explores into that mysterious depth, the heavier the oppressive aura becomes, like layers upon layers of surging tides, as if an invisible and majestic ancient divine mountain is pressing down heavily on one's heart.

It was almost suffocating; every breath of air seemed to be filled with tension and the unknown.

A moment passed quietly, and the surroundings were as still as the bottom of a dead abyss, without the slightest movement, as if the whole world had held its breath.

However, Jiang Shinian seemed to be possessed by an ancient war god. Every muscle and nerve in his body was like a tightly wound machine, taut to the extreme, and he dared not relax in the slightest.

Within this mountain, which bears the weighty sediment of countless ancient years.

The mysterious and unpredictable events of the past are like broken swords and halberds buried deep in the sands of history.

Countless dangers lurk in the shadows, just like cunning hunters hiding in the shadows, waiting for their chance to strike.

Moreover, the legendary Yingquan Spring and the Twelve Golden Palaces are like mysterious treasures sealed by time, buried deep here, like a magical magnet, attracting mysterious forces from all sides to come.

This adds a layer of mystery and intrigue to the mountain, making it a place shrouded in enigma and mystery, full of unpredictable changes and endless secrets, like a puzzle that can never be solved.

"tread"

"tread"

A faint sound, like a whispered secret across time, drifted over, like the soft murmur of an ancient deity.

However, the surrounding mountains resemble a battlefield where gods are fighting and smoke fills the air.

The energy flow was like a materialized, sharp arrow, frantically intertwining and colliding.

The deafening roar, like rolling thunder, relentlessly drowned out the mysterious footsteps, as if a tiny drop of water had merged into the vast ocean, leaving no trace.

Fortunately, Jiang Shinian was an extraordinary hunter with divine hearing.

Standing amidst this hustle and bustle, our five senses have been honed by the passage of time and tempered by the flames of war.

It was already beyond the ordinary, like the most sophisticated radar, accurately capturing the faintest footsteps. Even the slightest sound, as subtle as the flutter of a mosquito's wings, could not escape its "auditory net".

"tread"

"tread"

The dark cave resembled the sinister throat of a giant beast, shrouded in mist. The swirling fog was like wandering ghosts, and occasionally a ghostly light flickered like will-o'-the-wisps, like cunning elves, wantonly obscuring the view, making one feel as if they were in the depths of a maze, dizzy and disoriented.

The footsteps, however, sounded like the precise ticking of a clock, so regular as to be almost rigid, carrying an inhuman eeriness, like the rhythm of some mysterious ritual, inspiring imagination and chilling the heart.

Jiang Shinian's eyes were like cold stars in the night sky, shining brightly. His gaze was like a sharp sword that could pierce through all darkness and fog, staring at the end of the passage, as if he wanted to use this sword of gaze to cut through the chaotic fog, see through the truth, and find the secret hidden in the dark.

The mist, like a flock of startled sheep fleeing, was roughly pushed aside by a pair of invisible yet powerful hands, and a figure seemed to slowly emerge from a rift in time, appearing gracefully.

"people?"

Jiang Shinian froze, his eyebrows slightly raised, his gaze fixed on the spot.

The person in the distance seemed like a fairy strolling leisurely, each step like a lotus blossom, her face gradually becoming clearer, like a hazy scroll being slowly unveiled, every inch revealing endless mystery and amazement.

"A woman?"

Jiang Shi Nian frowned, his expression solemn, and doubts arose in his heart, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

The distance between the two seemed to be rapidly shortened by an invisible rope, allowing Jiang Shinian to get a closer look at their appearance.

This woman was like a rare and exquisite jade, meticulously crafted by the heavens with all their heart and soul. Her bright eyes were like clear autumn water reflecting the sky and clouds, shimmering and subtly revealing her divine charm.

Her pearly white teeth resembled neatly arranged, lustrous fragments of jade, gleaming and exquisite.

Her face was beautiful and pure, like a lotus emerging from the water in the morning dew, untouched by the world, exuding an ethereal and otherworldly aura.

She was dressed in white, her body undisturbed, yet seemingly caressed by a mysterious and unpredictable aura.

Her robes fluttered, like a fairy treading on water, as she walked gracefully, as if descending from the endless abyss with a mysterious mission to this mortal world. There was not a single flaw in her appearance, and her beauty was otherworldly.

Like an elf emerging from a dream, ethereal and otherworldly, imbued with the wisdom of heaven and earth, detached from worldly concerns, with skin as smooth as ice and bones as pure as jade, reaching a state of perfection, inspiring awe and reverence, as if one were to behold a deity.

"How could such a peerless beauty be found in such an ancient cave? Could she be someone from countless ages ago?!"

Chapter 122 The Alchemists of the Ancient Eastern Kingdom?

Jiang Shi Nian's mind raced, his soul trembling violently as if struck by an ancient divine hammer. But in an instant, the words he had heard in the past about the black stone that had transformed from black energy surged into his mind, like a bucket of icy water that extinguished the burning desire in his heart.

The Taoist priest who left this world years ago once set foot here, but instead of taking the Yingquan Spring, he set up the Qiantian Bright Fire Formation. At first, he thought it was to protect the treasure, but now it seems that protecting this mountain also has a deeper meaning.

If a beautiful woman from countless ages ago truly resided here, how could the sorcerer have so indifferently abandoned her, leaving her to live and die on her own? This idea is illogical and utterly impossible.

Reflecting on the present world, those with exceptional beauty are undoubtedly men and women who are obsessed with novels and harbor beautiful dreams; they seem to have absorbed the spirit of the books.

Some are so handsome they could shake the heavens, others so beautiful they could make fish sink and geese fall from the sky, but even so, compared to the woman before them, they are like fireflies compared to the bright moon, pale in comparison, unable to catch up with her.

"The situation is becoming increasingly complicated and unpredictable."

Jiang Shinian's eyes were like burning flames, with a faint blood-red light flickering within them. He had thought that this anime world was like a clear, shallow stream, with a clear structure, and that the two words "yin and yang" could be used to grasp the essence and understand the universe.

Now it seems like stepping into a mysterious labyrinth, with numerous forks in the road, endless secrets, and many unknowns waiting to be discovered, like a treasure buried deep, waiting for the right person to explore and unlock it.

"who are you?"

Jiang Shinian spoke as if a great bell had been ringing out, his voice powerful and resonant, echoing through the cave walls. His gaze was like a torch, fixed on the woman, his voice booming as if trying to shatter the mysterious atmosphere, fearlessly demanding the truth.

Deep within the ancient cave, an eerie aura, like ink seeping into clear water, slowly surged, shrouded in mist, and the ancient path resembled a dark and mysterious tunnel, its depths unfathomable.

The woman seemed not to hear him, continuing to move gracefully with light, lotus-like steps, as if guided by mysterious threads.

Without uttering a word, he pressed closer and closer to Jiang Shinian, as if he possessed an irresistible aura, mysterious and dangerous.

"Isn't she human?" Jiang Shinian felt a chill run down his spine. This woman seemed weak, but in reality, she was like a peerless master hiding her true strength.

An indescribable terror emanated from him. Every step he took seemed to be precisely timed to the beat of fate.

The eerie aura emanating from the cave walls, like a loyal servant, surrounded her, making her appear as an ethereal being, walking among the clouds, mysterious and dangerous.

"A sorcerer from an ancient Eastern country?!"

Jiang Shi Nian's gaze was like an X-ray, piercing through appearances. The woman was dressed in ancient oriental clothing, adorned with hairpins and jade ornaments, like pearls lost to time, shining brightly and subtly revealing her identity.

Jiang Shinian's mind seemed to be struck by a flash of inspiration.

The two characters “cultivating immortality” shine brightly like dazzling stars.

It was a mysterious path that ran parallel to magic in the modern world, leading to the same destination but with its own unique charm, in an ancient Eastern country.

Although there are records, they are like fragments and incomplete pieces, having undergone the vicissitudes of time and the accumulation of wisdom.