Anime Crossover: This Holy Lord Only Wants Friendly Communication

Jiang Shinian snorted coldly, and couldn't help but wonder who that person was who dared to challenge his authority and play tricks on him!

With the formidable enemy defeated, he lost all interest in admiring the surrounding murals. Those mysterious murals that had once captivated him now seemed like faded, worn-out paper. He strode forward, the passage dark and long, like the throat of a giant beast.

Jiang Shinian unleashed the power of the Rabbit Talisman and the Rooster Talisman, his figure moving like lightning, instantly surpassing the speed of sound, breaking through all obstacles as if entering an uninhabited place, and reaching the end of the cave.

Chapter 126 The Black Qi Wizard in Yingquan

Suddenly, a clear spring appeared before my eyes, its surface shimmering like the eyes of the earth. Wisps of mist rose gently, creating a scene reminiscent of a fairyland, where the air was filled with a dreamlike, ethereal beauty.

Just a light breath brings a sense of comfort, as if the meridians of the body have been cleansed by spiritual energy, and the body seems to glow with a faint light and ascend to immortality.

The spring, though only about ten feet in circumference, was the same size as the pool that condensed divine energy, exuding an air of mystery.

Above the clear spring, twelve exquisitely crafted golden palaces, seemingly miniature versions of themselves, are linked together in a strange pattern by a glittering magic circle.

The palace appears small, but upon closer inspection, it exudes boundless grandeur, like a miniature universe.

Through the mist, one can see numerous patterns carved on the surrounding cave walls, including flowers, birds, fish, insects, ancient sacrifices, the sun, moon, stars, strange creatures, and rare treasures, like a living history book, quietly telling the story of bygone years.

The place was extremely quiet, and the oppressive force around me had completely dissipated. The carvings on the cave walls had become blurred and indistinct, as if time had quietly erased the memories of the past.

"Huh?" Jiang Shinian's gaze suddenly sharpened as he noticed a dark, bright light by the spring, enveloped in layers of dense black mist, like an elf imprisoned in a dark cage.

"What is this? Why is it surrounded by black energy?" Jiang Shinian wondered. He raised his hand and waved it, and the black light landed steadily in his palm, as if he had grasped an unknown destiny.

"There's a life force here?" He focused his mind slightly, using the power of the horse talisman to sense it carefully, his heart filled with astonishment, as if he had discovered a new continent.

"Swish," the black light seemed to sense something and began to sway gently, as if greeting Jiang Shinian with a touch of playfulness.

"It can move?" Jiang Shinian became increasingly curious, extending his dragon claw to gently poke the mysterious black light, as if knocking on a door to a mysterious world.

"Buzz!"

A strange buzzing sound suddenly rang out, like the sound of an ancient bell echoing in the secluded place, ethereal and mysterious.

The black dot of light, completely shrouded in thick black mist, trembled slightly, like a mysterious spirit that had been awakened.

Immediately, a faint luster slowly emanated from it, like a candle flame struggling and flickering in the dark night.

Though the light was faint, it exuded a tenacious spirit, striving to dispel the surrounding darkness.

And then, strange things began to happen one after another.

At the same time, the ball of black light seemed to break free from some invisible restraint and slowly floated up, its form as light as a willow catkin in the wind.

It swirled leisurely in mid-air, its body surrounded by surging black mist, and then began to slowly change shape, as if a pair of invisible, skillful hands were meticulously sculpting it. This bizarre scene captivated the viewer.

"Ok?"

Jiang Shinian was taken aback, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, and his originally cold and stern face showed a touch of astonishment.

He truly hadn't expected that this inconspicuous black light would seem to possess a spirit, transforming in an instant into a small and exquisite human figure.

Its figure was no bigger than the palm of a hand, radiating a dark light, yet its outline was lifelike, like a miniature version of a dark elf, exuding an aura of mystery.

"This seems..."

Jiang Shinian pondered to himself, but before he could speak, the sheep talisman within his body seemed to sense the same source of energy and suddenly trembled slightly, as if sending out a hidden signal.

He focused his mind and carefully sensed it. After a moment, he said with certainty, "It is the power of the soul."

The voice, echoing in the quiet cave, carried a sense of sudden enlightenment and clarity.

"who are you?"

The light spot, transformed into a black humanoid shape, broke the silence first. A clear, childlike voice rang out, like a child asking a question in bewilderment, which startled Jiang Shinian.

"who am I?"

Jiang Shinian's lips curled up, revealing a slightly amused smile. He was usually the one who looked down at others and questioned them.

This unexpected turn of events, where the guest was in charge, surprised him.

However, at this moment, the black-light humanoid figure was clearly unaware of the situation. To ask such a direct question in front of this powerful and influential Holy Lord was somewhat reckless.

"I am the Holy Lord, and you are probably some dark magic wizard, aren't you? Why have you fallen to this state?"

Jiang Shinian raised an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing into dangerous slits. His voice was deep yet carried an undeniable authority, like a frozen lake on a cold night, chilling the surrounding air.

Upon hearing this, the ball of light seemed to be ignited like a powder keg, instantly becoming excited, its body trembling slightly.

"You...you are one of the eight great demons, the ruler of the world, the master of flames, and the immortal Holy Lord?"

His words were filled with undisguised respect and fervor; his previous naivety and ignorance vanished instantly, replaced by deep reverence.

Such a sudden change.

This made Jiang Shinian feel somewhat uncomfortable, as if he were surrounded by blazing flames, making him feel uneasy all over.

"I'm......"

The light seemed to pause for a moment, like an old gear struggling to turn, before gradually sinking into memories, its tone becoming distant and lingering.

"I am a black magic wizard who was assassinated by a righteous mage two thousand years ago. Although I was a black magic wizard back then, I only admired and longed for the eight great demons. I usually adhered to my bottom line and almost never did anything to harm others."

At this point, his figure dimmed slightly, as if shrouded in sorrow.

"However, the righteous monk who opposed me at that time was vicious. He first deceived me with sweet words, and when I was overjoyed to find Ying Quan, he took advantage of my unpreparedness and suddenly attacked me. That fierce blow was like a deadly arrow, and it seriously injured me in an instant."

"However, I was once an unparalleled genius. Even after this surprise attack, my magical power was still profound. Although that person succeeded in his sneak attack, he underestimated my strength. I fought back desperately, and he was also injured by me due to his momentary carelessness."

At this point, the humanoid black light was surrounded by surging black energy, as if recreating the fierce battle of that year.

"Later, we were locked in a life-or-death struggle. The battle was extremely fierce. In the end, I used my last bit of strength to kill that person, but I was also severely injured and turned into a wisp of soul, wandering in the world."

"In the end, it was only by relying on a treasure that concealed all its energy, like a snail hiding in its shell, that it managed to survive and remain attached to Ying Quan, drawing on a little of Ying Quan's power, and thus managed to survive the torrent of time until now."

"But during this long period of time, I was mostly asleep, like a hibernating beast, just to preserve that last bit of life."

At this point, he looked around, his eyes filled with desolation and helplessness.

"However, it seems that my treasure has been worn away by time, or perhaps it suffered some inexplicable accident and fell into the Yingquan Spring. Now it is just a lonely soul, wandering aimlessly."

Jiang Shinian stared at the humanoid black light. In just a few words, it became increasingly dim, its form ethereal and elusive, like a candle flickering in the wind, which could be blown out at any moment and disappear into the vast world.

Chapter 127 Dong Tianbao?

Jiang Shinian's eyes flashed, and he made a decisive move, directly using the divine power of the Horse Talisman.

In an instant, a shimmering green light bloomed at his fingertips, like new green shoots breaking through the soil in spring, full of vitality. This green light, like a nimble thread, slowly flowed into the humanoid black light.

Suddenly, a brilliant light shone brightly, dazzling and eye-catching. The black light seemed to be infused with the essence of a soul, becoming more solid. The originally illusory light and shadow now resembled a real human figure, with facial features gradually becoming clear and the body seemingly having a substantial texture, no longer as ethereal as before.

Then, he activated the Sheep Talisman, and a hazy yellow light emanated from it, like the warm sun shining down. Combined with the divine power of the Horse Talisman, it gently enveloped the figure once again.

After a moment, the humanoid ball of light—which could now be clearly called a soul—trembled violently, as if it had been reborn. In an instant, it solidified completely, and although the black aura around it was still thick, it exuded a calm aura.

The black-clad wizard's voice trembled, filled with gratitude: "Thank you... thank you! Great Holy Lord, if you don't mind, please take me as your servant. I will do everything in my power to serve you, even through fire and water!"

His words were earnest, as if a drowning person were grasping at a straw, his eyes filled with devout hope.

Jiang Shi Nian nodded slightly, thinking to himself that he hadn't expected this black light to be a remnant of an ancient method from two thousand years ago, and that it was truly remarkable that it had survived to this day.

Taking him in will be like having another ally in the future, undoubtedly adding a crucial asset to the tough battle of subduing the Blade Dragon.

"From now on, you'll follow me. What's your name?" Jiang Shinian said calmly, his voice gentle yet exuding an undeniable aura.

"My name is......"

The person seemed to have a momentary mental block, their eyes were blank, and they were trying their best to search through fragmented memories.

"My name is... Dong Tianbao!"

After a moment's thought, Dong Tianbao seemed to have regained his former courage and said decisively, his tone revealing a hint of certainty.

"Dong Tianbao? Someone from that ancient country in the East?"

Jiang Shinian raised an eyebrow and pressed for an answer, a hint of inquiry flashing in his eyes.

Why does this name sound familiar?

"Yes, Master," Dong Tianbao replied respectfully, bowing slightly, displaying impeccable manners.

"Alright, Dong Tianbao, you've been under Ying Quan's wing for so long, what do you know about this flowing water?"

Jiang Shi Nian crossed his arms, his gaze fixed on Dong Tianbao, not missing a single change in his expression.

“Master, this stream from the Ruins of Return possesses boundless vitality, like the pulse of the earth, continuously nourishing all things around it. It also harbors a hidden ability to trap enemies, like an invisible cage. Once trapped, it is difficult to escape.”

"To become the master of Yingquan, one must be granted permission by an extraordinary person like the master to enter or leave, just like an imperial palace with strict gates."

Dong Tianbao recounted the story in a solemn manner.

"Well, as far as you know, how does one become the master of this Yingquan?" Jiang Shinian pressed, a hint of urgency flashing in his eyes.

"I have lived for two thousand years thanks to Yingquan, and I have some experience in how to become the master of Yingquan. As long as you inject the most primordial black energy and add a drop of essence blood, you can refine Yingquan, just like a key unlocking a lock, it will be a natural process." Dong Tianbao told him the truth, his tone was confident.

Jiang Shinian frowned deeply, his face full of suspicion: "That's it?"

In his view, how could the method of refining such a rare treasure be so simple? His inherently suspicious nature as a dragon led him to be filled with distrust.

"Yes, Master, that's right."

Dong Tianbao quickly replied, "Because you are one of the eight great demons and possess the purest primordial black energy, you are qualified to refine the Yingquan in this way. Even if others know the method, they are powerless to do it."

"Ah."

Jiang Shinian responded lightly, temporarily suppressing his doubts.

"Have you seen a woman here?"

The image of that beautiful yet mysterious woman suddenly appeared in Jiang Shinian's mind, and his tone unconsciously turned cold.

"A woman?" Dong Tianbao looked thoughtful, then shook his head after a moment.

"I spend most of my time asleep. Yingquan gave me a glimmer of hope, but it only kept me barely alive. After all, it is not the secret realm of life. I can only draw a little life force with the help of my treasure. I know very little about the outside world."

"Hmm." Jiang Shinian responded lightly again, thinking to himself that no matter what, he would try it out first.

This trip to collect Yingquan and the Twelve Golden Palaces has already taken a lot of time, and there are many complicated matters behind him that need to be sorted out. He has no time to delay any longer.

Jiang Shi Nian Long Zhao Shou Zhang Wan.

In an instant, an extremely dense mass of black energy appeared like a dark cloud, surging, swirling, and lingering.