DipNovel Chapter 295 The divine artifact Haotian Mirror suffers a setback on the spot! You call this a declin
Chapter 295 The divine artifact Haotian Mirror suffers a setback on the spot! You call this a declin
Above the sky, the gale-force winds were like knives.
If an ordinary spiritual master were to reach this altitude of ten thousand meters without the protection of a magical artifact, their physical body would be blown into a clean skeleton in just a few breaths.
But at this moment, this layer of gale-force winds, powerful enough to kill living beings, was forcibly torn open by a tyrannical force.
"Boom—!!"
The sea of clouds surged, as if an ancient behemoth was turning over in the deep sea.
Deep within those broken clouds, there were no ethereal flying boats, only a chilling, primal wildness.
Five giant dragons, each a hundred meters long, were surrounded by divine light of the five colors of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth. They roared and dragged the seemingly dilapidated but actually forcibly reinforced wooden boat behind them, charging around in a manner that was almost like "racing".
What flight route? What are the rules?
A straight line is the shortest distance.
"Slow down...slow down! Oh my god!"
Li Xiaoyao clung tightly to the railing on the ship's side, his old face distorted by the oncoming gale, his white beard swirling wildly behind his head like a clump of withered grass.
His heart pounded as he watched the scenery rushing past on both sides.
This isn't going to participate in a grand competition; it's clearly going to be reincarnated!
"At this speed, we can reach Kunlun in half an hour."
Lu Sheng sat cross-legged atop the most ferocious-looking Taibai Golden Dragon head, holding an ice crystal he had just snatched from the passing clouds, crunching it like a candy bean.
He lowered his head, his dark eyes piercing through the layers of clouds, looking down at the massive mountain range that was gradually revealing its outline.
That is the backbone of the true sea, Kunlun—a sacred land.
What comes into view are not ordinary mountains and rivers.
Ninety-nine enormous floating islands, like ninety-nine stars, floated silently above the clouds, following some mysterious array pattern.
Each island is shrouded in a thick, purple mist, with waterfalls and streams cascading down from the island's edge, transforming into a vast silver river that pours down upon the mortal world. One can vaguely see cranes flying and mythical beasts crying out.
At the very center, a towering main peak, carved entirely from white jade, exudes a terrifying pressure that has suppressed all ages.
That is the Daoist temple of the Spirit Emperor.
"That's interesting."
Lu Sheng swallowed the ice crystals in his mouth and glanced at the floating islands. He didn't feel the shock of a mortal seeing a fairyland for the first time. Instead, his gaze was like that of a butcher examining a pork stall.
"The lightning element on that island is very pure, making it suitable for feeding golden dragons."
"That one... had a strong earthy smell, but the portions were huge and filling."
"If we were to devour all ninety-nine islands..."
Lu Sheng licked his dry lips, a glint of grayish-white greed flashing in his eyes. "Then my Dharma form should be able to grow to several thousand meters, right?"
Upon hearing this muttered remark, Luo Tianfei, standing behind her, nearly lost her balance and fell off the boat.
She looked at the madman with a horrified expression.
Dude, we're here to compete, not to eat at a buffet! Can you please tone down that predatory look on your face?!
"Daozi, be careful what you say!"
Li Xiaoyao was terrified and quickly cast a soundproof barrier, shouting in a low voice, "This is Kunlun territory! The one sitting on that central peak is the current Spirit Emperor! Are you trying to kill us already?!"
"The Spirit Emperor?"
Lu Sheng raised an eyebrow, his gaze lingering for a moment on the white jade main peak.
The primal energy of the desolate dragon deep within his spine stirred slightly, an instinctive urge to rush forward and tear apart a powerful foe.
"It's only a matter of time."
Lu Sheng withdrew his gaze, his tone as calm as if he were asking what to eat for dinner, "Sit tight, we're about to land."
……
Kunlun Tianmen, Baiyu Square.
This is the first stop for all major forces entering Kunlun, and also a stage to showcase their strengths.
The square covers an area of 10,000 acres and is paved entirely with the finest white marble. At this time, dozens of flying boats and warships of all kinds are already moored there.
Some are dazzling and extremely luxurious; others are simple and solemn, with a strict formation.
Disciples and elders from various factions gathered in small groups, exchanging pleasantries on the surface, but in reality, they were all secretly competing and showing off their own grandeur and strength.
"Look! That's the 'Azure Sky Boat' from Penglai Immortal Island! It's said that the hull was made from the skeleton of a single level 40 sea king beast!"
"Hiss—that's the 'Golden Lotus Platform' of the Rotten Chess Temple in the Western Regions? Such powerful Buddhist light!"
Just as everyone was discussing it.
"hold head high------!!!!!"
Five dragon roars, not belonging to this place and filled with a violent and savage aura, suddenly exploded ten thousand meters above our heads without warning.
The crowd in the square felt a sharp pain in their eardrums, and the disciples with lower cultivation levels turned pale and almost knelt down.
"What's that noise?!"
"An enemy attack?!"
Countless gazes looked up in shock.
The once peaceful and auspicious clouds seemed to have been brutally torn apart by an invisible hand.
A bizarrely shaped warship, pulled by five hundred-meter-long dragons, crashed down on the white jade plaza with a devastating force, like a meteorite falling!
There was no slowdown.
There is no buffer.
That's blatant—crashing the party!
"Are you crazy?! Get out of the way!!"
The few second-rate forces parked in the center of the square were terrified.
If their airship were to be hit by this thing, it would probably be reduced to a pile of scrap wood!
"boom------!!!"
A deafening roar.
The five-colored warships landed heavily.
That was not a simple impact, but the heavy pressure of the earth element rules.
The "Earth Dragon" responsible for landing gripped the ground with its four claws, and an extremely heavy ripple instantly spread out.
The seemingly indestructible white marble floor cracked instantly, sending countless fragments of stone flying.
The terrifying shockwave, like a Category 12 typhoon, swept outwards with a howling sound.
The closest small flying boats, even with their defensive formations activated, were like leaves in a storm, overturned and rolled hundreds of meters away, leaving the disciples on board bruised and battered, groaning in pain.
Smoke and dust billowed, obscuring the sky and the sun.
The entire room fell silent.
Everyone stared wide-eyed at the center of the ruins.
Which organization is this?
Demolition as soon as land is built? Aren't the urban management officers in Kunlun going to do anything about it?!
"Cough cough..."
Amidst the smoke and dust, several coughs were heard.
Then, a gust of wind blew away the dust.
The wildly designed warship with five dragons coiled around it finally revealed its true form.
Although the hull itself looked dilapidated, with even a few patches swaying in the wind.
But the five living, breathing dragons of the rules were coiled on the ship's hull, their cold, brutal vertical pupils fixed on the surrounding crowd.
The white dragon ground its teeth, sparks flying everywhere.
The Black Dragon of Weak Water dripped venom, causing the ground to sizzle.
The visual impact is like a group of beggars driving Ferraris—both shabby and arrogant.
"Ascend... Ascend to Immortal Island?"
Among the crowd, someone recognized the swaying "Bean Fairy" lantern on the bow of the boat, and their tone was full of disbelief.
"That impoverished family that's been declining for two hundred years? Where did they get such a legacy?!"
"Five dragons... Are they alive?! How come their auras seem stronger than my elders'?!"
The discussion erupted like a boiling pot.
Lu Sheng stood atop the dragon's head, ignoring the shocked or envious gazes around him.
He stood with his hands in his pockets, looking down from above at this so-called "gateway to the holy land".
"The floor tiles are nice; they're made of spiritual materials too."
Lu Sheng rubbed the crushed piece of white marble under his foot with his toe and said to Li Xiaoyao behind him, "Old man, remember to pry off a few pieces to take back with you when you leave. They'll be perfect for lining the toilet."
Li Xiaoyao had just caught his breath when he heard these words and almost choked again.
He quickly covered Lu Sheng's mouth, cupped his hands and smiled apologetically at the surrounding crowd: "Children speak without thinking, children speak without thinking! Fellow Daoists, please forgive my rudeness. My Daozi... uh... is rather frugal."
The elders of the surrounding major powers twitched at the corners of their mouths.
frugal?
You call this thrift?
Just then.
Buzz—!
At the end of the square, there stands the "Kunlun Heavenly Gate," a towering structure hundreds of feet high, carved with countless divine and demonic totems.
A large, ancient bronze mirror, more than ten meters in diameter, suddenly trembled without warning.
The mirror, which was originally a chaotic mess, suddenly lit up with a blinding white light, as if it had sensed something strange.
The light was not warm; instead, it exuded an absolute, rational coldness, instantly locking onto Lu Sheng, who stood atop the dragon's head.
"The Haotian Demon-Revealing Mirror!"
A gasp of surprise rippled through the crowd.
"This mirror is an ancient divine artifact, capable of shattering all illusions; even possessed monsters have nowhere to hide!"
"Why is it reacting? Could there be something wrong with the people on Ascension Island?"
The beam of light descended, enveloping Lu Sheng entirely.
The feeling was like being stripped naked and thrown under a microscope, with even the deepest secrets of one's soul being forcibly exposed and aired.
Lu Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly.
He hated the feeling of being spied on.
I really hate it.
"roar……"
Deep within his spine, the ancient, dormant primordial dragon seemed to be enraged by this impudent beam of light.
It did not roar.
He slowly opened one eye.
A deathly, grayish aura silently seeped out from Lu Sheng's pores.
That's not confrontation.
That is the instinctive rejection of "order" by "desolation".
"Sizzle sizzle..."
The originally bright and stable mirror light, upon contact with this gray aura, began to flicker wildly, like an old light bulb.
The image is distorted, and the light is refracted.
The bronze mirror above the Heavenly Gate emitted a metallic groan as it struggled under the weight, and the intricate runes on its surface began to heat up and turn red.
It cannot be penetrated.
Or rather, it dares not let the light penetrate.
"this……"
The Kunlun disciples guarding the gate changed their expressions drastically. They frantically made hand seals, trying to stabilize the mirror light, but found that the artifact was completely unresponsive.
Just as this awkward stalemate was about to ignite even greater unrest.
"BOOM!!!"
The clouds in the distance burst open again.
A purple-gold lightning bolt, even more violent than before and imbued with a destructive will, like a sword of divine punishment, instantly traversed the sky and hurtled towards the white jade plaza.
What followed was a furious roar filled with overwhelming killing intent, which shook the entire floating island.
"You little beast from Immortal Island!!"
"You killed my Thunder Spirit Hall's Spirit King, and you crippled my young master..."
"How dare you swagger into the sacred land of Kunlun?!"
"Die!!!"
Before the lightning even arrived, the terrifying pressure, enough to suffocate even a peak Spirit Sect expert, had already sealed off the entire five-colored warship.
The newcomer was none other than a mid-level Spirit King!