248: Chapter 248 The Emperor's Puppet Appears, and Killing Intent Emerges!

The entire world was trembling.

The clouds for ten thousand miles surged and contracted, as if the Heavenly Dao was gathering its final strike.

Countless Cultivators in the city had already collapsed to the ground, their faces deathly pale.

Even the powerful experts of the Saint Realm subconsciously withdrew their Divine Sense into their bodies at this moment, not daring to let it explore freely.

That Heavenly Might was already enough to heavily damage their Divine Soul.

Cangming Chiguang took a deep breath, looked up at the ninth heavenly lightning bolt about to descend, but there was no fear in his eyes.

They had already endured the eighth, and the ninth... as long as they risked their lives, they could endure it too.

He turned his head to look at the other two Old Ancestors, and the three of them exchanged a silent glance.

Immediately, the three of them bit their tongue tips at the same time, spitting out three mouthfuls of essence blood, which condensed into three dark red runes in the air, precisely merging into the cores of the two Puppets.

The Nether Mystic Snake and Golden-Winged Peng Puppets simultaneously let out a low hiss, their bodies' runes shining as bright as day, their remaining power squeezed out to meet the ninth heavenly lightning bolt.

"Boom—!!!!"

The Chaos-colored lightning descended from the sky, shaking the entire Beiming City so hard it seemed to jump.

Houses collapsed, snow splashed, and the runes of the city-protecting Formation flickered wildly a few times before finally unable to bear the weight, shattering with a boom.

The figures of the two Puppets were almost completely swallowed by the lightning.

Cangming Chiguang and the other two groaned simultaneously, blood spilling from the corners of their mouths, their bodies swaying in the air, nearly falling down.

Yet, a flash of wild joy lit up in their eyes.

The lightning dissipated.

Above the firmament, the dark clouds slowly scattered, revealing the long-lost gray-white daylight.

Two figures hovered in mid-air.

The Nether Mystic Snake Puppet was covered in wounds, more than half of its scales shattered, and its snake body was covered in charred cracks, but it still hovered there, not falling, the light at its core flickering like stars.

The Golden-Winged Peng Puppet had one wing shattered and its whole body charred, but those golden eyes had lit up, like a Vicious Beast that had slept for ten thousand years, finally opening its eyes at this moment.

A majestic, suffocating pressure erupted from both Puppets simultaneously!

Quasi-Emperor.

Two Quasi-Emperor Realm Puppets had succeeded in Undergoing Tribulation and awakened!

Between heaven and earth, strands of golden light rain fell from the Void Realm, landing on the two Puppets, repairing their shattered bodies and nourishing the Spiritual Qi at their cores.

That was a gift from the will of heaven and earth.

Once the Lightning Tribulation passed, the Great Dao bestowed vitality to help the newly born Quasi-Emperor Puppets stabilize their Foundation and solidify their dao rhyme.

The shattered scales of the Nether Mystic Snake began to regrow, and the broken wing of the Golden-Winged Peng also slowly regenerated in the light rain.

The aura of the two Puppets climbed and stabilized at a visible speed, finally completely settling at the threshold of the Quasi-Emperor Realm.

"It's done..."

Cangming Chiguang looked at the two massive figures hovering in the air, his voice hoarse and trembling with irrepressible excitement.

Behind him, the Saint King Old Ancestor on the left clenched his hands so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Two Quasi-Emperor Puppets!

The Cangming Clan was about to rise!

As long as they seized the Puppets, refined the cores, and injected their own people's Divine Soul imprints, these two Puppets could become the sharpest blades of the Cangming Clan.

Cangming Chiguang slowly lowered his head, moving his gaze from the two Puppets in the sky, landing on the young man in the courtyard who had his hands tucked in his sleeves and was lazily leaning against a pillar.

In the depths of his eyes, a faint silver-white light flashed by, and killing intent surged.

The Puppets had been refined.

Next, it was time to deal with this "Venerable Qingyuan".

The three exchanged glances, swallowed the prepared Medicinal Pill, and replenished their consumed Spiritual Qi.

Cangming Chiguang slowly descended, his withered feet stepping on the cracked bluestone slabs in the courtyard.

The two Saint King Old Ancestors behind him also slowly landed on either side of the courtyard. Their positioning seemed casual, but it just so happened to surround Shen Qingyuan and his group in the center.

The heat from the aftermath of the Heavenly Tribulation in the air had not yet dissipated, but at this moment, a colder Spiritual Qi fluctuation seeped out from the cracks in the floor tiles like an undercurrent.

Jiang Li was looking up at the two golden-glittering Quasi-Emperor Puppets, still clicking her tongue in wonder, when she suddenly shivered and subconsciously rubbed her arms: "Eh? Why did it suddenly get cold?"

As soon as she finished speaking—

"Hum!"

A low, muffled humming sound like thunder exploded from all directions simultaneously.

Silver-white rune patterns suddenly lit up on the ground of the entire Cangming residence, like countless ice snakes swimming madly in the gaps of the floor tiles, weaving into a huge light net in the blink of an eye, shrouding the entire courtyard.

Cold air surged from the ground like a physical substance, and the Spiritual Qi in the air was almost instantly drained and frozen. A heavy, suffocating pressure descended from the sky, making it difficult for people to even breathe.

The figure of Cangming Wujian appeared outside the courtyard wall, his hands forming seals, the veins on his forehead bulging, clearly exerting all his strength to maintain the operation of the Formation.

His voice came from outside the Formation, carrying a hint of irrepressible excitement: "Old Ancestor, the Profound Ice Spirit-Locking Formation is complete!"

Jiang Li's expression changed drastically. Although her cultivation was not high, she could still feel the changes around her.

She subconsciously took half a step back, the hem of her red dress brushing against an ice spike that had just pierced out from the gap in the floor tiles, making a faint "chi la" sound, and a layer of white frost instantly froze on the edge of the fabric.

"You... what are you doing?!" Her apricot eyes widened, staring fixedly at the figure standing with hands behind his back outside the Formation.

Cangming Wujian stood on the courtyard wall, and upon hearing this, he just raised his chin slightly, a calm smile on his lips: "Since you have come from afar and brought precious treasures to our door, our Cangming Clan naturally must properly 'entertain' you."

As his voice fell, more than a dozen figures swept out from various parts of the residence, landing around the courtyard wall, surrounding the entire courtyard tightly.

Those were the elite guards of the Cangming Clan, all in black robes and leather armor, with long blades hanging from their waists, runes flowing on the blades, and the aura they emitted intertwined into a sheet, making it hard for people to breathe.

Xu Jianan clenched the wine gourd in his hand, cold light flashing in his cloudy old eyes. He cursed in a low voice and spat on the ground: "Damn it, I knew these bastards wouldn't be peaceful!"

The Old Turtle stood in the very front with a hunched back, his cloudy old eyes half-squinted, his gaze sweeping over the three Saint King Old Ancestors one by one, and finally landing on Cangming Chiguang's withered, old-tree-bark-like face, his mouth pulling into a smile that was not quite a smile: "Peak Saint King Realm, ninth-level Saint King Realm, eighth-level Saint King Realm, plus a Spirit-Locking Formation, what a great lineup."

His tone was flat, but it carried an indescribable meaning.

Knowing Shen Qingyuan's strength, he naturally wouldn't be scared by this scene.

Cangming Chiguang stood with his hands behind his back in the center of the courtyard, slowly lifting his eyelids. That layer of silver-white light flowed faintly in the depths of his pupils, his voice hoarse but carrying a bit of condescending certainty: "Venerable Qingyuan, I respected you three parts, which is why I treated you with courtesy. However, these two Quasi-Emperor Puppets, that Lesser Spring-Autumn Secret Realm, and those spiritual materials... keeping them in your hands is a waste."

He paused, his withered fingers stretching out from his sleeves, pointing remotely at the two Quasi-Emperor Puppets hovering in the sky: "The Cangming Clan has guarded the Northern Plains for ten thousand years. Now that the emperors blood has appeared, it is the time for our clan to rise. I want these two Puppets."