128: Chapter 128 Shattering the Holy Array with a Single Palm Strike

Shen Qingyuan raised his head, scrutinizing the dark gold medallion floating in mid-air.

The character 'Yuan' on the medallion was written with vigorous strokes, as if it contained some kind of profound Daoist principle.

The exotic beast pattern on the back of the medallion had crimson eyes and sharp fangs; it was so lifelike that it seemed ready to leap out at any moment.

"Yuan..." Shen Qingyuan murmured to himself, a glint flashing in his eyes. "Is this... an item belonging to the Yuan Lian Great Emperor?"

At those words, Old Turtle's entire body shuddered.

The Yuan Lian Great Emperor!

The last Great Emperor from ten thousand years ago!

How could something of his appear here?

Sun Buer was also stunned, his eyes widening as he stared fixedly at the medallion, his mouth hanging open wide enough to fit a Heaven-Swallowing Brocade-Plumed Chicken egg.

The Yuan Lian Great Emperor!

He was a peerless existence who had suppressed an entire era!

How precious must a relic left behind by a Great Emperor be?!

Even though their Taotie Pavilion was wealthy and had deep foundations, they only possessed a few Great Emperors Relics.

At that moment, Shen Qingyuan stepped forward.

Seeing Shen Qingyuan walking toward the Saint Array, Sun Buer's face instantly paled with shock.

"Young Master Shen! Don't go over there!"

He rushed forward in a few strides, trying to pull Shen Qingyuan back. "That is a Saint Array! It was personally set up by a Saint! Even if a Saint were to come, they wouldn't dare barge in recklessly! You—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Shen Qingyuan had already raised his hand.

His slender fingers pressed lightly against the Void Realm.

The movement was casual, utterly effortless.

*Crack.*

A crisp sound of shattering rang out.

That layer of pale golden light barrier, which even an Asking Dao Realm Great Demon King could not break free from, split open with a tiny crack right where Shen Qingyuan's fingertip touched it.

The crack spread at a speed visible to the naked eye, diffusing in all directions like a spiderweb.

*Crack, crack, crack—*

The sounds of shattering became increasingly dense and loud.

In the blink of an eye, the entire light barrier was covered in a dense network of cracks, looking like a piece of fine porcelain about to shatter.

Sun Buer's pupils constricted and his mouth fell wide open; he stood frozen in place as if struck by lightning.

"This... this is impossible..."

His voice was trembling.

A Saint Array!

That was a Formation personally laid down by a Saint!

Even their Taotie Pavilion's Pavilion Master, a powerhouse of the Saint Realm, would have to be cautious and slowly dismantle a Formation of this level.

But this person before him...

One palm!

With just one palm!

The Saint Array shattered?!

*Boom—*

The light barrier exploded violently, turning into countless pale golden specks of light that scattered through the air like fireflies, breathtakingly beautiful.

Each of those light specks contained the dao rhyme of a Saint; as they slowly drifted down, they illuminated the entire cave like a dreamlike fairyland.

Old Turtle suddenly sprang up from the ground, his massive head held high, his murky old eyes filled with the wild joy of surviving a disaster.

"Thank you, Your Eminence!"

His voice was shaking as he scrambled on all fours to rush before Shen Qingyuan, his large head pressed directly against the ground in an extremely humble posture.

"Thank you for saving my life, Your Eminence! Thank you for saving my life, Your Eminence!"

There was a sob in Old Turtle's voice; heaven knows what he had just gone through.

He had been suppressed by that Saint Array for a full day and night. The demonic power within him was being devoured bit by bit, his life force was slowly draining away, and every moment was a struggle on the brink of death.

He thought he was going to die here.

Unexpectedly, His Eminence had arrived.

One palm, and the Saint Array shattered.

As expected of His Eminence!

Sun Buer watched as the big turtle lay on the ground, kowtowing to Shen Qingyuan like a pounding pestle, and he was completely dumbfounded.

"This... this..."

Once the Saint Array was broken, the big turtle's aura could no longer be concealed.

He could tell at a single glance.

An Asking Dao Realm Great Demon King!

A living Asking Dao Realm Great Demon King!

In the entire Southern Region, such a being would be at the Peak, on the same level as the Elders of the Three Great Holy Lands!

But now, such a terrifying existence was actually prostrating before Shen Qingyuan, kowtowing repeatedly and calling him "Your Eminence"?!

My god...

Sun Buer felt like his brain was no longer sufficient to process this.

He instinctively looked toward Luo Qingyue, hoping to find some answers on the face of this cold Fairy.

Luo Qingyue stood quietly to the side, her white clothes as pure as snow. There was no ripple of emotion in her cold eyes, as if all of this was only natural.

That indifferent manner made the shock in Sun Buer's heart deepen by several degrees.

Shen Qingyuan looked down at Old Turtle prostrate on the ground and raised an eyebrow.

"Fine, get up."

Old Turtle hurriedly stood up. His massive body transformed into a human shape, and he stood hunched beside Shen Qingyuan with his hands at his sides.

Sun Buer's eyes widened as he stared fixedly at the hunched old man standing beside Shen Qingyuan with lowered hands, his mind in a state of chaos.

Greyish-white hair and beard, a thin face, and a faded grey Daoist robe.

Isn't this the old man who was setting up a fortune-telling stall on the East Street of Guangnan City?!

He remembered it clearly. That day, he had even spent ten Spirit Stones to have this old man read his fortune, asking when he would make a fortune.

The old man said he would meet a benefactor in Guangnan City, and with that benefactor's help, his wealth would flourish and he would naturally not lack Spirit Stones.

At the time, he thought the old man was talking about Shen Qingyuan and had even grumbled in his heart—how could an Elder from a small Family in Guangnan City be any kind of benefactor?

Now—

He looked at Shen Qingyuan again, his eyes wide.

The prediction was actually spot on!

It turns out the benefactor the old man spoke of really was this one!

However, he never expected that the seemingly unremarkable fortune-telling old man was actually an Asking Dao Realm Great Demon King!

Old Turtle ignored him, simply standing beside Shen Qingyuan with lowered hands. His murky old eyes were filled with awe as they fell upon the dark gold medallion floating on the stone platform.

"Your Eminence, this medallion..."

Shen Qingyuan did not answer. He simply walked to the stone platform and raised his head to examine the medallion.

The medallion was about the size of a palm and was dark gold throughout. A faint light circulated on its surface, and inside, countless fine runes seemed to be slowly swimming, emitting an ancient and desolate aura.

Even more startling was that a faint Imperial Might was actually emanating from within this medallion!

Although that Imperial Might was weak, it was as deep as an abyss, making one instinctively feel a sense of reverence.

"An item of the Yuan Lian Great Emperor," Shen Qingyuan murmured to himself, a glint flashing in his eyes.

The Yuan Lian Great Emperor was the last Great Emperor from ten thousand years ago, a peerless existence who suppressed an entire era.

The things he left behind could naturally not be ordinary.

Shen Qingyuan raised his hand, his slender fingers reaching toward the medallion.

Old Turtle's expression changed, and he hurriedly spoke up: "Your Eminence, be careful! There is a Restriction on that medallion—"

Before his voice could fade, Shen Qingyuan's fingers had already touched the medallion.

*Buzz—*

The medallion suddenly erupted with a blinding golden light!

The golden light was as intense as the sun, illuminating the entire cave and making it impossible to keep one's eyes open!

A terrifying Imperial Might swept out from the medallion, like the heavens collapsing or the earth splitting, crushing everything in all directions!

Old Turtle's face changed drastically. The demonic power within him surged wildly as he laid down layer after layer of defense in front of him. Yet, he was still shaken back several steps by that Imperial Might, his face turning deathly pale.

Luo Qingyue, in her snow-white clothes, stood in place without moving an inch.

That Imperial Might, which was enough to repel an Asking Dao Realm Great Demon King, was like a gentle breeze before her, not even fluttering the corner of her clothes.

Sun Buer fared even worse; he was directly pressed to the ground by that Imperial Might, his face as pale as paper and his entire body trembling.

"Is... is this the pressure of a Great Emperor?!" His voice was shaking.

Imperial Might was not something commonly seen; even when he was in the Central State, he had never truly felt it.

However—

Shen Qingyuan's fingers firmly grasped the medallion.

The moment he touched the medallion, that terrifying Imperial Might was instantly restrained as if caught by an invisible giant hand, vanishing completely.

The medallion lay quietly in his palm, the golden light on its surface gradually becoming soft and gentle, like moonlight.

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