DipNovel Chapter 314 Forcibly Entering the Silent Strait, the Peak Spirit King Instantly Becomes a Fire Slave
Chapter 314 Forcibly Entering the Silent Strait, the Peak Spirit King Instantly Becomes a Fire Slave
"Execute his entire family?"
Lu Sheng stood on the reef of Dengxian Island, his wide black robe fluttering in the sea breeze. He held the tattered map that glowed red in his hand, his gaze not lingering on the imposing dragon general for even a second, but rather staring intently at the deep-sea whirlpool churning with bubbles.
The fishy smell inside was very strong.
The weight was so great that even the Ancient Devouring Furnace within his body was roaring.
"Looks like the food in your Dragon Palace is pretty good. Your breath is even more pungent than athlete's foot." Lu Sheng withdrew his gaze, finally able to bear looking at the peak level 49 Spirit King, a wicked smile spreading across his face. "Since you're here, don't be in such a hurry to leave."
"Perfect timing, my warship is missing a navigation system."
Before he could finish speaking...
Lu Sheng's figure vanished into thin air.
There were no spatial fluctuations; it was simply that the physical body's speed had reached its limit, leaving an afterimage on the retina that had not yet dissipated.
"Arrogant!" The dragon general was furious, his spear stirring up a thousand giant waves as he was about to unleash the sea race's divine power.
"Smack."
A long, powerful hand, with fingertips gleaming with a dark gold luster, pierced through the layers of water without warning and directly grasped the dragon general's pair of enormous, proud dragon horns.
Followed by.
An absolute suppressive force originating from the top of the ancient food chain surged into the general's sea of consciousness through the dragon's horn.
"Kneel down."
Lu Sheng's voice was very soft, yet it felt like millions of tons of seawater flooding into my mind.
"Snap!"
The level 49 peak Spirit King didn't even utter a sound before his kneecaps shattered instantly, and he knelt upright on the sea surface before this insignificant human.
The once orderly and imposing formation of shrimp soldiers and crab generals instantly descended into chaos.
The war god in their eyes was as fragile as a mantis shrimp that had just molted in front of that human.
"Lead the way." Lu Sheng, holding the dragon horn like a poultry waiting to be slaughtered, casually tossed the general onto the deck of the five-colored warship moored on the shore. "Say another word, and I'll slice you up and have you as a snack."
The dragon general's face was covered in blood, his eyes filled with terror as if he had seen a ghost. The dragon blood within him trembled—it was the instinctive fear of encountering a real dragon… no, it was the fear of encountering a monster that specifically eats dragons.
Lu Sheng clapped his hands and turned to look at the crowd behind him who were already dumbfounded.
"Dao Yi, stop sweeping and get on the ship." Lu Sheng pointed to the warship. "The defensive formations on this ship are terrible. You're in charge of repairing them. If the ship leaks even a single drop of water, I'll throw you overboard to plug the hole."
Dao Yi, who was sweeping the steps, froze, threw down the broom with a wry smile, and landed on the deck with a sway: "Yes, young island master."
"Luo Tianfei, you're here too." Lu Sheng looked at the stunning woman in purple. "It's too dark down there, we need a light bulb."
Luo Tianfei: "..."
Although she was compared to a light bulb, a hint of barely perceptible joy flashed in her eyes. She spread her phoenix wings and followed closely behind.
Finally, Lu Sheng's gaze fell on Li Xiaoyao.
The old man was hiding in the crowd, trying to cover his face with half a broken sword.
"Old Li, stop hiding." Lu Sheng said with a half-smile, "You're a walking map. If it weren't for you, who would have told me the names of the dishes?"
Li Xiaoyao trembled, put down his broken sword, and his old face was filled with resistance and fear. He rushed to Lu Sheng in a few steps, lowered his voice, and spoke with unprecedented solemnity.
"You brat, you really want to go?"
Li Xiaoyao stared intently into Lu Sheng's eyes, his voice trembling slightly: "That's not some treasure land, it's a graveyard! Do you know how the first patriarch of Ascension Island died?"
Lu Sheng raised an eyebrow: "Did they die from overeating?"
"He was scared to death!" Li Xiaoyao gritted his teeth, a deep chill emanating from his cloudy eyes. "Our ancestor was also a half-step Spirit Emperor back then. He accidentally entered that sea area and only lived for three days after escaping back."
"Before he died, he locked himself in a forbidden area, tore his own flesh to shreds, and kept muttering one sentence..."
Li Xiaoyao took a deep breath and imitated that desperate tone:
"The Dragon Palace has no dragons...it's the morgue of the gods."
The surrounding air seemed to freeze for a moment.
God's morgue?
Luo Tianfei and Dao Yi's expressions changed slightly. If there truly are gods in this world, even their corpses are taboo subjects that mortals cannot touch.
However, Lu Sheng's expression remained unchanged after hearing this.
In fact, the deathly gray light in his eyes was frighteningly bright.
"A morgue?" Lu Sheng stuck out his tongue, licked his dry lips, and his Adam's apple bobbed. "So that's... a freezer?"
"You wouldn't believe it, some meats, after aging over time and undergoing low-temperature aging, develop a unique flavor..."
Lu Sheng patted the completely petrified Li Xiaoyao on the shoulder and strode onto the warship.
"Let's go, old man."
"If you go too late, the meat won't be fresh."
……
"Boom!"
The five-colored warship did not raise its sails, but instead activated all its water-avoidance formations, plunging headlong into the pitch-black deep-sea whirlpool like a steel behemoth.
As the depth increases, the light is rapidly swallowed up.
The sunlight on the sea surface completely disappeared, replaced by endless darkness and suffocating water pressure.
[Beep! Current depth: 3000 meters. External water pressure: 300 times atmospheric pressure.]
[Beep! Current depth: 8000 meters. External water pressure: 800 times atmospheric pressure. Five Elements Shield load: 60%.]
Inside the warship, system notifications coldly broadcast data.
Outside the window, the scenery became bizarre and fantastical.
Hundreds of meters long bioluminescent jellyfish swam in the darkness, giant anglerfish with ghostly faces glided silently by, and in the distance, one could even see massive, white skeletons like mountains lying quietly on the seabed, telling the story of the fierce battles that had taken place here.
"Light your fire." Lu Sheng sat in the armchair, toying with the pair of broken horns he had pried off the heads of the dragon generals (don't ask how they broke off, it was just a slip of the hand).
Upon hearing this, the gray-purple Nether Phoenix Flame between Luo Tianfei's brows twitched slightly.
"Buzz—"
Nine miniature phantoms of divine phoenixes flew out of the warship and circled around its hull. The light of the Nether Phoenix Fire was extremely penetrating, instantly illuminating a kilometer-wide area of the sea.
It was at this moment that everyone finally saw the scene ahead clearly.
Everyone's breath caught in their throats for a moment.
Ahead, there was no longer seawater.
Instead, it is a deep, bottomless canyon that stretches across the seabed.
There is no water or living creatures in the canyon.
Only fire.
Black fire.
It was a strange flame that burned silently under the high pressure of the deep sea, without temperature, yet capable of consuming light. It seemed to be alive, flowing slowly through the canyon, isolating the seawater and forming a natural barrier.
"The Silent Strait..." The dragon general, bound to the mast, was terrified, his voice trembling with fear. "This is the Sea God's moat! Without the Dragon King's pardon, any living being that enters will become a slave to fire!"
"Fire slaves?"
Lu Sheng stood up, walked to the bow of the ship, and looked down at the black sea of fire.
Under the dual gaze of his [Dragon Eyes] and [Cross-shaped Pupils], those black flames were no longer simply energy entities.
He saw it.
Amidst the flickering flames, countless distorted human figures stood densely packed together.
They wore clothing from different eras, including ancient bronze armor, tattered sect robes, and even a few skeletons exuding a faint imperial aura.
They had no faces, their bodies fused with the black flames, maintaining the posture of struggling and roaring in their last moments before death, burning for ten thousand years in this cold seabed.
"This is no moat." Dao Yi gripped the array plate in his hand, his knuckles white, cold sweat trickling down his forehead. "This is clearly a soul-refining array. These... are all powerful figures who once attempted to break into the Dragon Palace."
"It is indeed quite spectacular." Lu Sheng nodded, like a tourist commenting on a scenic spot.
He glanced back at the trembling dragon general.
"Since there's no pardon..."
Lu Sheng grabbed the dragon general by the neck and, amidst the man's terrified screams, threw him like trash into the black sea of fire.
"Then I'll use you... as a pebble to ask for directions."
"No!!!!"
The moment the general's body touched the black fire.
There was no sound of burning.
There was only a soft "poof" sound.
The peak Spirit King, possessing a powerful physique of level 49, froze instantly. His skin began to carbonize, and black flames entered through his seven orifices. In the blink of an eye, he became a new member among the countless "fire slaves."
But he wasn't completely dead.
His soul, imprisoned within his carbonized body, emitted a silent, eternal wail.
On the warship, there was a deathly silence.
Li Xiaoyao clutched his chest, feeling like he was about to have a heart attack.
"See that?" Lu Sheng pointed at the newly born fire slave and turned to Luo Tianfei and Dao Yi.
"This fire is interesting."
Lu Sheng's eyes flashed with a gray light, a mixture of excitement at seeing a new toy and greed at the prospect of indulging in it.
"It's not burning flesh, it's burning the rules."
"Perfect timing, my Ancient Devouring Furnace..." Lu Sheng patted his belly, producing a muffled metallic clang, "I'm just missing some materials to start the fire."
"Hold on tight."
Lu Sheng stomped his foot hard on the deck.
"boom!!!"
The five-colored warships not only did not slow down, but instead unleashed their full power, like an arrow released from a bow, crashing fiercely into the black, desolate strait that was capable of swallowing even a Spirit Emperor!
"Today, I'm going to use this fire..."
"Roast this so-called 'god' until it's seven-tenths cooked!"