117: Chapter 117 Soft Membrane Hard Cannon!

Immortal Master Qian Ji’s eyes immediately burst forth with dazzling light. She carefully held the Infant Pill:

“You... you really gave it to me?”

Su Mo paid her no mind, flying impatiently onto the completely refurbished 'flying boat'—or rather, the Cybertronian without a Soul.

The control room was in the head. As soon as Su Mo stepped in, the entire control room lit up with streamlined light strips, and his vision instantly synchronized with the giant's Divine Sense.

“This is the Divine Sense Synchronization Formation. I created it myself and usually use it on Puppets.”

Immortal Master Qian Ji's attentive voice sounded in Su Mo's ear:

“It feels pretty good using it on this big guy. Although it's not as convenient as when I integrate myself and control it, it works.”

She then mysteriously added:

“Sect Master, I also added a small function. Try the Formation on its back.”

Hearing this, Su Mo’s mind stirred—

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!!!

Nine hundred and ninety-nine black blades, carrying white streams of light, rose from the back like a swarm of bees, precisely surrounding the giant and forming a sky-shrouding Sword Formation!

Each blade drew upon the power of the stars, their Qi mechanisms interconnected, creating a terrifying might.

Immortal Master Qian Ji’s voice was excited:

“I used up all my Star Iron to forge this Great Stellar Heavenly Cycle Formation. Even a Body Integration Cultivator would have to temporarily avoid its sharpness.”

The nine hundred and ninety-nine Flying Swords, following Su Mo's will, quickly combined into a towering great sword, which the giant held steadily in its hand without the slightest sense of incongruity.

“Not bad, not bad!”

Su Mo's eyes lit up, and he nodded in satisfaction.

Although Immortal Master Qian Ji seemed unreliable, she was quite capable when it came to work!

...Su Mo stood on the deck of the flying boat, which had reverted to its original form, his brow slightly furrowed, feeling somewhat weary of life.

Listening to the continuous stream of cheerful, unknown melodies and the colorful lights flashing along with the music, he immediately regretted his previous praise.

Immortal Master Qian Ji said this was one of the famous tunes of the Central Region Wondrous Sound Sect, the 'Dawn of the Spiritual Platform Melody,' and listening to it often would slightly increase one's Comprehension Ability.

But Immortal Master Qian Ji seemed to only have this one song, single-track looping dozens of times. Su Mo was already tired of hearing it; the enjoyment had vanished, leaving only torment.

Su Mo wanted to stop her.

But Immortal Master Qian Ji immediately launched into Soft Grinding and Hard Pounding, seizing Su Mo's weakness—he could only handle the soft approach, not the hard one!

Helplessly, Su Mo could only indulge Immortal Master Qian Ji a little, as she had helped him quite a bit.

“Finally here.”

Su Mo let out a sigh of relief, feeling liberated. The gate of the Myriad Phenomena Sect was getting closer and closer.

His purpose for coming to the Myriad Phenomena Sect this time was twofold: first, to expand his own knowledge base, and second, to fulfill his appointment and, incidentally, absorb the Myriad Phenomena Sect's talent pool.

However, the situation at the Myriad Phenomena Sect seemed rather poor right now.

A layer of light barrier emitting a faint Spiritual Qi glow enveloped the entire Sect, and several figures clad in fiery red robes stood in the high altitude outside the Sect gate.

“Yu Tianshu! Get out here!”

“Tell me clearly how my son died!”

“Otherwise, I will break through this turtle shell of yours and slaughter your Myriad Phenomena Sect completely!”

The middle-aged man roared, unleashing his Soul Transformation Stage pressure without reservation.

Just then, a sigh came from inside the Myriad Phenomena Sect, and an old man wearing a star-patterned Daoist robe appeared within the barrier of the protective Formation.

This person was Yu Tianshu, the Sect Master of the Myriad Phenomena Sect.

“Fellow Daoist Sun, haven't I already told you?”

“I deeply regret the matter concerning your Young Master, but it truly has nothing to do with my Myriad Phenomena Sect.”

Yu Tianshu's expression was calm, seemingly unconcerned that the person before him could break the protective Sect Formation.

“Bullshit!”

Sun interrupted in a rage.

“Three Sects' Saints went out together, so why was my son the only one who died? You two Sects must have ganged up on him!”

Yu Tianshu frowned slightly, his tone still calm:

“Fellow Daoist Sun, you...”

But Sun was consumed by anger, his eyes flashing red, and he couldn't listen at all.

He shouted:

“Form the array!”

As his voice fell, the two Middle Stage Soul Transformation Cultivators and three Late Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators behind him quickly took their positions, forming hand seals.

Scorching Spiritual Qi surged out from the six people, weaving a massive flame array diagram in the air.

In the center of the array diagram, a phantom image of the Sun slowly condensed, radiating a heart-palpitating pressure.

“Sun Burning Heaven Formation—Activate!”

Sun’s hair and beard moved without wind, and as he lifted his hands, the phantom Sun image suddenly swelled, faintly releasing the might of the Void Refining Stage.

Yu Tianshu's expression was grave. A Soul Transformation attack definitely couldn't break the Myriad Phenomena Sect's protective Formation, but if it endured dozens of blows of a Void Refining attack, the protective Formation probably couldn't hold up.

“Must I resort to that move?”

Just at this critical moment, a cheerful melody traveled from far to near, causing the tense atmosphere among the crowd to pause involuntarily.

They all looked sideways.

They saw a massive flying boat break through the clouds at extreme speed and slowly descend beside the Myriad Phenomena Sect's gate.

“What is that thing?”

Everyone couldn't help but wonder.

The flying boat had a peculiar shape, like a circular disc, entirely black, with unfamiliar energy patterns flowing across its surface. Even more bizarrely, it flashed with colorful lights accompanying the music.

After the flying boat stabilized, Su Mo slowly floated out from the deck.

As if he hadn't noticed the tense situation before him, he stretched lazily and chuckled:

“The Myriad Phenomena Sect is quite lively today.”

Yu Tianshu was stunned when he saw Su Mo, then a hint of joy flashed in his eyes as if he had realized something:

“May I ask if you are Fellow Daoist Su?”

Su Mo smiled and nodded:

“Indeed. I happened to have some free time today, so I came to visit the Myriad Phenomena Sect.”

“Where is Zhou Qing?”

“Zhou Qing is currently...”

...The two of them exchanged pleasantries as if no one else was around, completely infuriating Sun.

He laughed in extreme anger, directing his pressure straight at Su Mo. In his opinion, this brat who popped out of nowhere was even more detestable than Yu Tianshu right now.

“Falling Sun!!”

The scorching phantom Sun image suddenly expanded, transforming into a massive Flame Meteorite, rushing straight toward Su Mo with world-destroying might!

This full-power strike, comparable to the Early Void Refining Stage, twisted the surrounding air. Even before it landed, the ground was already baked into colorful glaze.

However, facing this strike, Su Mo merely glanced at it faintly, his lips slightly parted:

“Qian Ji.”

As his voice fell, the massive flying boat rapidly transformed amidst the cheerful music, and a towering figure rose from the ground.

Seeing this, Sun and the people behind him couldn't help but stare blankly.

They had originally thought the flying boat was merely outwardly strong but inwardly weak, a mere facade without any Spiritual Qi fluctuations.

But the scene before them was truly unexpected.

While everyone was stunned, the giant extended its right hand, seemingly slow but actually fast, blocking the 'Falling Sun' attack, its middle finger and thumb interlocked.

Pop!

With a gentle flick, the attack—which had condensed the Spiritual Qi of six Cultivators from the Nine Luminaries Heavenly Palace—burst and dissipated like a popped bubble. Not even a spark was absorbed by the Black Coating.

It was as if it had never existed.

The world fell into a deathly silence, with only that cheerful melody still echoing.

“Sun, the Sect Master of the Nine Luminaries Heavenly Palace, right?”

“Why do people from your Sect all like to throw balls around?”

Su Mo's voice carried a hint of mockery:

“The last person who threw a ball at me was blasted into dust by me.”

“What do you think?”