138: Chapter 138 Purple Light Soars into the Sky

On the night of the full moon, Lin Xuan was not Cultivating.

He stood in the courtyard, facing southeast, motionless.

Since dusk, a strange purple hue had been visible on the horizon.

It was not the purple-tinged red of a sunset, but a radiance emanating from beneath the sea, carrying Spiritual Pressure.

It was as if something was brewing under the seabed, ready to break through the water at any moment.

The Herb-Seeking Mouse squatted on his shoulder, twisting uneasily, its claws scratching his clothes with a squeaking sound.

"Stop fidgeting." Lin Xuan reached out to press it down.

The Herb-Seeking Mouse quieted for a moment, then began to twist again.

The Pangolin poked half its head out of the ground, glanced toward the southeast, and then shrank back.

Its scales stood up slightly; that was a sign of nervousness.

Lin Xuan did not blame them.

He himself was uneasy as well.

That Spiritual Pressure coming from afar had been strengthening since the afternoon.

At first, it was barely perceptible, like someone beating a drum in the distance—muffled and indistinct.

But now, it was as clear as if someone were standing in front of him, releasing their pressure.

At the Peak of Qi Refining Level 6, he actually felt a sense of suffocation.

Time passed bit by bit.

The moon rose.

It was very round and very bright.

But tonight's moonlight was not silver-white.

It was purple.

The moon itself had not changed, but the light reflected on the sea, the light permeating the air, and the light permeating from the horizon were all purple.

The whole world seemed to be draped in a layer of purple gauze, hazy and unreal.

Lin Xuan took a deep breath, and the sea breeze filled his lungs.

It was salty and fishy, carrying an indescribable aura—not Spiritual Qi, not Demonic Qi, but something he had never perceived before.

Ancient, heavy, carrying the flavor of accumulated time.

The hour of Zi had just arrived.

A sudden change occurred.

On the horizon to the southeast, a massive pillar of light, as thick as a mountain Peak, shot into the sky!

The pillar of light was several dozen zhang thick, purple-gold in its entirety, with thunder snakes swimming inside and electric arcs crackling.

The pillar of light pierced the clouds, tearing the night sky in two, and the sea for hundreds of miles around was illuminated as bright as day.

The Formation for defense on Chenjiao Island shook violently.

A layer of pale blue light rose from the island; that was the protective barrier automatically triggered by the Formation.

But under the pressure of the purple pillar of light, the barrier was like the surface of water rippled by the wind, with waves undulating violently, emitting a humming sound.

The ground beneath Lin Xuan's feet was trembling.

It was not the side-to-side shaking of an earthquake, but a continuous, low-pitched tremor coming from deep underground.

It was as if something had been sleeping underground for ten thousand years, and now it had finally woken up and was turning over.

He circulated the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder Art to resist the overwhelming pressure of the Thunder Dao.

The Thunder Spiritual Energy circulated rapidly in his Meridians, and the purple thunder seed in his Dantian jumped wildly, as if echoing the power of thunder in the distant pillar of light.

He could feel that the power of thunder contained in the pillar of light was extremely pure.

It was not the destructive heavenly thunder like when Qi Tianyuan was Undergoing Tribulation, but a kind of thunder carrying "vitality"—like the first thunder of spring, awakening all things from their slumber.

Destruction and creation existed simultaneously.

Lin Xuan's heart shook.

He had seen this kind of thunder in the general outline of the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder Art— "Spring thunder awakens the insects, and all things recover. The Dao of thunder lies not only in killing but also in generation."

So that was it.

So thunder could truly contain vitality.

Just as he was immersed in his realization, the chaos on the island had already begun.

"It's out! It's out! That thing is out!"

"Heavens, what is that?!"

"Run! Run to the middle of the island!"

The Loose Cultivators ran out of their houses one after another; some were terrified, some were excited, but more were at a loss.

Old Man Chen's family also rushed over.

Chen Xiaohu's face was deathly pale, and his legs were trembling, but he still braced himself to walk forward.

Chen Xiaoyan hugged his arm, shrinking behind him, revealing only a pair of eyes.

"Fellow Daoist Lin!" Old Man Chen shouted from afar and ran over. "What... what is this?"

His voice was trembling.

Lin Xuan shook his head: "I don't know."

He really didn't know.

But he could feel that the Spirit-Taming Tower Space was in an uproar.

The Pangolin was pacing anxiously in the space, its scales standing high, making a clicking sound.

The Herb-Seeking Mouse was curled into a ball, squatting by the spirit field, trembling all over, squeaking non-stop.

The Thunder-Light Bug, however, was exceptionally excited.

It flew up from the thunder-attracting vine, darting around in the space, its purple light flickering, as if it were dancing.

It could sense the same origin of aura in the distant pillar of light—that was a pure thunder-attribute power countless times stronger than itself.

The thunder-attracting vine was also swaying wildly.

Electric light darted across the vine, several times brighter than usual.

The fruit at the top, which had grown to the size of a fist, had its surface thunder patterns accelerating, greedily absorbing every trace of Thunder Spiritual Energy in the space.

The changes in the thunder essence fruit tree were the most obvious.

The thunder patterns on the trunk, which had already faded, lit up again, more complex and profound than before.

The purple patterns on the surface of the flower buds were accelerating, as if resonating with the distant pillar of light.

Lin Xuan took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart.

The pillar of light lasted for about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Then, it began to shrink.

It did not dissipate, but condensed.

The pillar of light, several dozen zhang thick, slowly converged, becoming thinner and brighter.

Finally, it condensed into a purple ribbon of light only as thick as an arm, connecting the sea directly to the clouds.

Like a needle pinning the sea.

It stood there quietly.

The pressure was still there.

But it was not as intense as before.

Lin Xuan breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Just at this moment, three rays of escape light rose from the direction of the Island Master's mansion.

Leading them was a golden ray of escape light, its speed astonishingly fast; it reached the horizon almost the moment it rose from the island, disappearing in the southeast direction in the blink of an eye.

Behind it followed two cyan rays of escape light; they were slower, but still faster than any Foundation Establishment Cultivator Lin Xuan had ever seen.

Golden Core Cultivators.

People from Bibo City.

Lin Xuan narrowed his eyes, staring at the departing golden escape light.

Golden Core Cultivators taking action personally meant that the thing in that sea area was no small matter.

If it really was a Secret Realm appearing, it could very well contain treasures, Cultivation Techniques, or Medicinal Pills left by ancient Cultivators—any one of which would be enough to change a Cultivator's destiny.

But at the same time, the danger was also immense.

With something that even Golden Core Cultivators were interested in, a small Cultivator like him at Qi Refining Level 6 getting involved would mean being smashed to pieces if he were not careful.

Go, or not go?

Lin Xuan hesitated for only three breaths.

"Old Man Chen." He turned and walked back. "You all stay on the island, don't go out."

"Fellow Daoist Lin, where are you going?" Old Man Chen was stunned.

"To go see the situation."

"Are you crazy?" Old Man Chen grabbed his sleeve. "Even Golden Core Cultivators have gone, what are you, a Qi Refinement Stage Cultivator, going to join in the fun for?"

"Don't worry, I won't be reckless." Lin Xuan patted his hand and broke free. "Just looking from afar, not getting close."

Old Man Chen wanted to say something more, but Lin Xuan had already entered the house.

He quickly packed his things.

Talismans—Thunder Shield Talisman, Thunder Spear Talisman, second-grade Vajra Talisman, Thunderstorm Talisman, earth-escaping talisman, illusion talisman—all were taken out of the Storage Pouch, sorted, and placed in the most accessible position.

Medicinal Pills—peiyuan pill, rejuvenation pills, he took several bottles of each and stuffed them into his bosom.

Magical Artifacts—the earth fiend bell was being nourished in his Dantian and could be activated at any time; the startling thunder whip was hung on his waist; the Thunder-Striking Thorn was hidden in his sleeve; the cloud-piercing shuttle was summoned and hovered in front of him.

Lin Xuan checked everything once, confirmed there were no omissions, and turned to go out.

Old Man Chen was still standing in the courtyard, his expression complex.

"Fellow Daoist Lin, you..."

"Old Man Chen, help me look after the courtyard." Lin Xuan leaped onto the cloud-piercing shuttle. "Wait for me to return."

After saying this, a flash of silver light, and the flying boat shot toward the southeast.

Behind him, Old Man Chen sighed.

"Uncle, Brother Lin he..." Chen Xiaoyan bit her lip.

"Forget it." Old Man Chen pulled her back. "He has more sense than we think. Let's go, go back."

Chen Xiaohu followed behind, turning to look one last time at the horizon in the southeast.

The purple ribbon of light was still standing there, like a nail, nailed between the sky and the sea.

He shrank his neck and quickened his pace.