301: Chapter 301 Magical Artifact Self-Destructs? Mysterious Old Man

[Chu Sheng lay prone on the ground, the golden light drawing closer and closer.]

[He did not want to die.]

[He could not fall in the same place twice.]

[In the last simulation, he had been swallowed whole by Pride.]

[This time, he was already countless times stronger than before, yet he was still about to die.]

[He was unwilling.]

[Gritting his teeth, he fished out the wendao token from his Storage Pouch.]

[The token had already been used twice; only one use remained.]

[He crushed it.]

[A faint spiritual light flew out from the token and vanished into the horizon.]

[He did not know if the people from the Wendao Palace could make it in time, nor did he know if they could save him even if they did.]

[He could only treat it as a desperate, last-ditch effort.]

[He could only gamble.]

[Chu Sheng tried to awaken the Old Grandfather again.]

[The Old Grandfather had been slumbering in the ring for a long time, as Chu Sheng had not troubled him much since reaching the Spirit Nurturing realm.]

[The help the Old Grandfather could offer him later on was also limited.]

[But at this critical juncture, Chu Sheng sent his Divine Sense into the ring and cried out desperately.]

["Old man! Old man! Wake up! I'm about to die!"]

[The illusory figure of the Old Grandfather floated out of the ring, looking dazed, as if he had just been dragged awake from a dream.]

["You brat, what's all the racket... I just fell asleep..."]

[Then, he clearly saw the scene before him.]

[The snowy plains, the sword formation, the three-headed, six-armed Pride, and Chu Sheng, who was covered in blood.]

[The Old Grandfather's illusory figure shuddered violently, all sleepiness instantly vanishing.]

["W-what is going on here? How did you end up fighting Pride?"]

[Chu Sheng gave a bitter smile.]

["It's a long story. Don't ask for now, old man, quickly help me think of a way out."]

[The Old Grandfather stared at Pride's three-headed, six-armed form for three breaths.]

[He frowned deeply, his gray eyebrows knitting together.]

["His Divine Ability... has limitations."]

[The Old Grandfather's voice was soft, but very certain.]

["With three heads and six arms, having devoured the Devilish Qi of Greed and Gluttony to force a Fusion... he cannot sustain this state for long. At most two hours, and his Devilish Qi will begin to clash. When that happens, you won't even need to fight; he will suffer a backlash on his own."]

[Chu Sheng smiled bitterly.]

["Two hours? Do you think I didn't realize that, old man? Right now, I can't even last the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."]

[The Old Grandfather fell silent.]

[He knew Chu Sheng was right.]

[Pride's aura was too strong. With the amplification of the Nascent Soul Transformation Divine Ability, the aura he erupted with made him a standout even among those in the Tongxuan Realm.]

[Meanwhile, Chu Sheng was barely at the Dao Completion Late Stage. Under the pressure of the Devilish Qi, he could not even stand up.]

[Let alone two hours, he couldn't even last two breaths.]

[Pride's scepter fell once more.]

[Chu Sheng channeled his last shred of spiritual energy to block in front of him with the sea-suppressing cauldron.]

[The cauldron was sent flying, crashing into the snow and smashing a deep crater.]

[The power of the Zhu Xian Sword Formation dropped by another thirty percent.]

[Another wound opened on Chu Sheng's chest, blood gushing out and staining the snow beneath him red.]

[The Old Grandfather's face turned grim.]

[He gritted his teeth, as if making a difficult decision.]

["There is one other way."]

["Self-detonate the sea-suppressing cauldron. The power of a Magical Artifact's self-detonation is enough to heavily injure Pride, perhaps even kill him. Your Zhu Xian Sword Formation happens to trap him, leaving him with nowhere to run."]

["But if you do this, your four swords of zhuxian will also be caught in the blast, and they might be severely damaged or even shattered."]

[Chu Sheng's pupils contracted.]

[Sacrificing two Magical Artifacts in exchange for a chance to kill Pride.]

[Was it worth it?]

[He did not know.]

[But he knew that if he didn't, he would die.]

[If he did, there would at least be a sliver of hope.]

[Nothing in heaven or earth was greater than one's life.]

[He only hesitated for an instant.]

["Fine."]

[Gritting his teeth, Chu Sheng channeled the very last trace of spiritual energy in his Dantian and began to detonate the sea-suppressing cauldron's Restriction.]

[The cauldron began to vibrate, emitting a piercing hum.]

[A bronze light surged from the cauldron, growing brighter and more intense.]

[Pride's expression changed.]

[He recognized this fluctuation.]

[Self-detonation.]

[The self-detonation of a Magical Artifact.]

[His three heads and six arms flailed simultaneously.]

[He wanted to kill Chu Sheng before the sea-suppressing cauldron self-detonated.]

[Just then, a sharp Sword Qi descended from the heavens.]

[The Sword Qi landed above the sword formation, stopping about ten feet above its interior.]

[The Sword Qi condensed without dispersing, like a giant sword suspended in mid-air, emitting a suffocating pressure.]

[Chu Sheng's hand paused.]

[The self-detonation of the sea-suppressing cauldron stopped.]

[Pride's scepter also froze in mid-air.]

[Both of them looked up simultaneously toward the top of the sword formation.]

[A person stood there.]

[His hair and beard were completely white, his face was lean, and he wore a white Daoist robe with a long sword hanging from his waist.]

[His face was unfamiliar, but Chu Sheng recognized the emblem on him.]

[He had originally thought it was reinforcements from the Wendao Palace and wondered how they had arrived so quickly, but clearly, it was not.]

[The Heavenly Sword Pavilion.]

[One of the Old Ancestors of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion.]

[Chu Sheng's heart sank.]

[Someone from the Heavenly Sword Pavilion? He had killed Ling Wushuang, and the Heavenly Sword Pavilion had been investigating him.]

[Was this elder here to kill him, or to save him?]

[Pride's face was also extremely grim.]

[He had fought painstakingly for Nine Heavens and paid such a heavy price, and he was just on the verge of killing Chu Sheng.]

[Now, an old monster of the Righteous Path had arrived.]

[He wasn't afraid, but he didn't want to fight a fully-restored old monster at this moment.]

[His Nascent Soul Transformation could not hold out much longer, and his Devilish Qi was already beginning to show signs of clashing.]

[He didn't want this old man to play the role of the third party who benefits from the struggle.]

[Pride withdrew his scepter and took a few steps back.]

[His three heads and six arms were not retracted, and his six eyes stared fixedly at the elder.]