49: Fortress establishes prestige
Within the Bottle Grotto, above the scorched earth.
Mo Yuan slowly straightened his body.
Dark-gold thunder patterns and Chaos gray light flowed beneath his new skin, like living things.
With the initial Formation of his Chaos Lightning Body, every inch of his muscles and bones contained explosive power and a deep aura of destruction.
The cultivation barrier of Qi Refining Middle Stage was easily pierced like thin paper, and surging Spiritual Qi roared through his tough and wide Meridians, carrying the ferocity of thunder and the profundity of Chaos.
However, the joy of this newborn power was instantly frozen by the cold killing intent in Han Li's shattered warning.
“The Heavenly Dao's backlash… is even more so the human heart!”
“Qingyang… there might be a great change… leave quickly!”
Wang Linger!
Wang Tianxiong!
Third Elder!
In the depths of Mo Yuan's dark-gold pupils, the Chaos gray light flickered violently.
He suddenly looked up, his gaze piercing through the barrier of the Grotto, locking onto the direction of Qingyang City!
The faint connection with the magic bottle deep within his Soul clearly transmitted information from the outside world—in the direction of Yunling Valley, the vast and pure aura of the Thunder Crystal Mine, which had originally been like a sleeping Dragon, was now being frantically extracted and suppressed by a powerful Formation force, imbued with greedy plunder!
It was as if a giant Dragon had its claws cut off and was locked in a cage!
“Seeking death!” Mo Yuan's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing, every word steeped in cold killing intent!
The magic bottle in his arms let out a more painful wail, the huge Chaos crack trembled slightly, and its craving for energy almost materialized!
“Sequence! To your positions!” The cold thought was like a military order!
Buzz!
Buzz!
Buzz!
The Sequence Legion, scattered throughout the Grotto ruins, responded instantly!
The massive body of the Stone-skinned Turtle, covered in Chaos thunder patterns, transformed into a streak of light and merged into the ground beneath Mo Yuan's feet!
The dark-black turtle shell instantly expanded, emerald runes and dark-gray thunder patterns intertwined and flowed, steadily supporting Mo Yuan!
Although the cracks in its turtle shell had not healed and its aura was no longer at its Peak, its unyielding will to protect became even more solidified!
The Dark Moon Rabbit's ethereal blue figure silently merged into the shadows behind Mo Yuan, its [Phantom] ability becoming indistinguishable between solid and void under the nourishment of Chaos Qi, its [Extinction Thunder Claw] radiating a subtle cold light, its killing intent concealed.
The Thunderclap Sparrow flapped its silver wings and landed on Mo Yuan's shoulder, the purple-gold thunder patterns on the edges of its silver-white feathers intertwined with faint Chaos gray Qi, its [Chaos Thunder Sound] held back, unreleased.
The Ant King, Green Vine Demon, Venomous Stinger Worker Bees, Gold-Sniffing Rat, Illusion Lizard… all Sequences, regardless of the severity of their injuries, transformed into streaks of light, merging into the spacious shell of the Stone-skinned Turtle, or attaching themselves to Mo Yuan's body, standing by in full battle array!
Mo Yuan stood atop the turtle shell, the aura of his Chaos Lightning Body as solid as a mountain.
His magic hand, flowing with dark-gold thunder patterns and Chaos gray light, slowly lifted, his palm aimed at the Grotto's barrier!
“Bottle! Open!”
“Target! Yunling Valley!”
Buzz—!!!
The magic bottle, on the verge of shattering, erupted with its last burst of power!
The dim dark vortex at the mouth of the bottle suddenly expanded!
A Chaos spatial portal, about ten feet in circumference, brazenly opened in the Grotto's barrier!
Outside the portal, the scene of the Wang family mansion in Qingyang City was clearly reflected—the once magnificent pavilions had largely collapsed, smoke and dust permeated the air, and amidst the ruins, countless terrified figures scurried like ants!
And the core background of all this was precisely the direction of Yunling Valley!
A powerful and suffocating Formation fluctuation, mixed with the turbulent energy flow of the Thunder Crystal Mine being forcibly extracted, surged through the portal like a tsunami!
Furthermore, a chilling, bone-piercing Spiritual Sense, carrying intense killing intent, like a maggot in the bone, instantly locked onto the opened portal, and locked onto Mo Yuan atop the turtle shell behind the portal!
“Mo Yuan! You are indeed not dead!” An old, venomous voice, filled with unbelievable horror, like a cold wind from the Nine Netherworlds, fiercely poured into the Grotto through the portal!
It was the Third Elder!
“Kill him! Seize the magic bottle! Drain the mine!” Another cold, resolute, yet subtly trembling female voice followed immediately!
Wang Linger!
Betrayal!
Naked betrayal!
The last trace of warmth in Mo Yuan's eyes completely vanished, turning into the absolute zero of ice!
He took a step, and his figure instantly passed through the Chaos portal!
Above Yunling Valley.
Dark clouds gathered, and fierce winds howled.
The mountain valley, once enveloped in Spiritual Qi, was now unrecognizable.
Above the massive mine pit, a huge Formation covering an area of a thousand zhang was operating frantically!
The Formation was composed of four giant Formation Flags, positioned in the four cardinal directions!
To the east, a giant green wood flag fluttered, its surface embroidered with a roaring Azure Dragon, exuding a vast aura of wood vitality, and countless emerald vines shimmering with metallic luster surged from the flag, like living giant pythons, tightly coiling around the edge of the mine pit, frantically drawing out the thunderous vitality from the mine!
To the west, a giant Geng Metal flag soared with Evil Qi, its surface embroidered with a pouncing White Tiger, and countless Sword Qi, solidified like reality, poured down like a torrential rain, cutting through the mine pit's rock walls and pulverizing the Thunder Crystal Ore!
To the south, a giant Li Fire flag blazed with heaven-burning flames, its surface embroidered with a soaring Vermilion Bird, and crimson, heaven-burning flames poured into the mine pit like a waterfall, scorching and smelting the Thunder Crystal Ore!
To the north, a giant Xuan Water flag surged with black waves, its surface embroidered with a coiling Black Tortoise, and viscous, ink-like Xuanming Heavy Water, carrying a Soul-freezing chill, continuously washed over the mine pit, suppressing the violent thunderous power of the mine!
The Four Symbols Spirit-Seizing Great Formation!
The Wang family's ultimate clan-protecting Formation!
Yet, it was now being used to forcibly plunder and refine the ancient Thunder Crystal Mine!
Above the core of the Formation.
The Third Elder, clad in a dark-gold Magical Artifact robe, his hair and beard wildly dancing, his Spiritual Pressure boiling, had clearly reached the Peak of the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage!
He formed hand seals, frantically urging the Formation Plate, his hawk-like eyes fixed on the mine's essence deep within the pit, which was being forcibly extracted, refined, and gathered into a viscous purple-gold energy torrent by the Formation, his eyes filled with greed and madness!
Wang Linger floated slightly behind the Third Elder.
She was still wearing her ice-blue long dress, her face beautiful and refined, but her once clear eyes were now bloodshot, her gaze cold and resolute, yet deep within, a trace of unmasked fear and struggle was hidden.
She also formed hand seals, channeling pure water-element Spiritual Qi into the Formation, assisting in suppressing the mine's backlash.
Her gaze, however, occasionally swept towards the valley entrance, with an anxious anticipation.
Outside the Formation.
Over a hundred Cultivators dressed in Wang family attire, led by the Third Elder's confidants, formed a giant circular Formation.
Their faces were pale, their auras weak, yet they had no choice but to frantically inject their own Spiritual Qi into the outer Formation Flags, maintaining the terrifying consumption of this Spirit-Seizing Great Formation.
With each injection of Spiritual Qi, someone would vomit blood and collapse, being dragged away like trash, replaced by new “fuel.”
An atmosphere of despair and numbness enveloped the entire valley.
“Ling'er! Concentrate! The mine's essence is about to be completely refined!” The Third Elder's voice was laced with seduction and fanaticism.
“As long as this mine is drained, you and I can use this pure thunder power to directly reach Golden Core!”
“By then, Qingyang City, and even the entire Yue Kingdom, will be ours for the taking!”
“Why should we still have to put up with that brat Mo Yuan's attitude!”
Wang Linger's delicate body trembled slightly, the struggle in her eyes intensified, but she bit her lower lip, urging her hand seals even more frantically.
She knew that from the moment she tacitly allowed the Third Elder to set up this Formation and cut off Mo Yuan's senses, there was no turning back!
Just then!
Buzz—!!!
In the direction of the valley entrance, space twisted violently like a water surface!
A Chaos portal, about ten feet in circumference, appeared out of thin air!
Mo Yuan, with his feet on the dark-black turtle shell, stepped out of the portal!
The aura of his Chaos Lightning Body erupted with a roar!
Dark-gold thunder patterns and Chaos gray light flowed around him, as if he were clad in armor forged from thunder and Chaos!
The Thunderclap Sparrow chirped on his shoulder, and the Dark Moon Rabbit's phantom flickered behind him!
His cold gaze, like a sharp sword forged from ten thousand years of profound ice, instantly pierced through the chaotic Spiritual Qi turbulence and precisely stabbed towards the Third Elder and Wang Linger above the core of the Formation!
“Mo… Mo Yuan!” Wang Linger was struck by lightning, her pretty face instantly drained of color!
Her hand seals faltered, almost getting injured by the Formation's backlash!
She looked at the figure descending like a demonic god, and saw the emotionless, cold killing intent in his eyes, a bone-chilling coldness instantly froze her marrow!
“How is this possible?!” The greed and fanaticism on the Third Elder's face instantly solidified, turning into extreme horror and disbelief!
“How could he still be alive?! And… even stronger?!”
He could clearly feel the terrifying aura of destruction and rebirth mixed on Mo Yuan's body, as well as the undisguised, monstrous killing intent locked onto him!
“Kill! Activate the trapping and killing Formation! At all costs! Kill him!” The Third Elder, as expected of a cunning old fox, his horror instantly turned into hysterical madness!
He fiercely bit the tip of his tongue, spitting a mouthful of essence blood onto the Formation Plate in his hand!
Buzz—!!!
The Four Symbols Spirit-Seizing Great Formation suddenly changed!
The Eastern Azure Dragon Flag roared! Countless emerald vines abandoned the mine pit, tearing through the air like venomous Dragons, coiling towards Mo Yuan!
Runes that bound Spiritual Qi flickered on the vines!
The Western White Tiger Flag's Evil Qi surged! Ten thousand Geng Metal Sword Qi converged into a giant White Tiger Saber Qi that tore through heaven and earth, slashing down!
The Southern Vermilion Bird Flag's flames burned the sky! A giant Vermilion Bird made of heaven-burning flames shrieked and pounced, its scorching high temperature igniting the air!
The Northern Black Tortoise Flag's black waves surged to the sky! Viscous Xuanming Heavy Water transformed into a ferocious black Water Dragon, carrying the chill that could freeze all things, biting its way forward!
The Four Symbols combined!
A Final Kill Formation!
Its power was almost on par with a Golden Core Early Stage strike!
This was the Third Elder's ultimate trump card!
He would rather overdraw the Formation's Foundation to completely obliterate Mo Yuan, this "variable"!
At the same time, under the furious roar of the Third Elder's confidants, the hundred-plus Wang family Cultivators on the periphery, like sheep being herded, had faces filled with desperate madness as they simultaneously activated their self-destruction Magical Artifacts!
"Explode! Explode! Explode!"
"For the Wang family! For the Elder!"
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
A continuous series of terrifying self-detonations erupted on the periphery of the Formation!
Over a hundred Cultivators, all at least at the Qi Refining Middle Stage, simultaneously self-destructed!
Violent flesh and Spiritual Qi, mixed with desperate resentment, like the most defiled fuel, furiously poured into the Four Symbols Trapping Formation!
The Four Symbols phantom instantly expanded and solidified!
Its power increased by another third!
The Azure Dragon's vines entwined with defiled blood light!
The White Tiger's Sword Qi was stained with venomous Evil Qi!
The Vermilion Bird's fierce flames transformed into foul-smelling blood flames!
The Black Tortoise's water Dragon carried the wails of the dead!
The entire grand Formation completely transformed into a bloody, defiled, resentment-filled purgatory of ultimate killing!
With a will to destroy everything, it ruthlessly suppressed Mo Yuan, who stood upon the tortoise shell!
"Mo Yuan! Die for this old man!" The Third Elder's face was distorted in a grotesque grin as he let out a maniacal laugh!
He didn't believe it!
Under this ultimate attack, which fused the Divine Might of the Four Symbols, defiled resentment, and the self-detonation of over a hundred Cultivators, Mo Yuan could still live!
Wang Linger looked at the world-destroying, defiled, and bloody ultimate killing Formation, then at the figure standing tall as a spear upon the tortoise shell, unyielding under the terrifying Spiritual Pressure; the last trace of struggle in her eyes turned into complete despair and desolation.
She closed her eyes.
Facing this world-destroying ultimate killing Formation, Mo Yuan stood upon the tortoise shell, his Chaos Lightning Body emitting a low rumble of thunder under the terrifying Spiritual Pressure.
There was no fear in his eyes, only an extreme coldness... of mockery!
"Defilement... resentment... worthy... of blocking me?"
His demonic hand, flowing with dark gold thunder patterns and Chaos gray light, slowly lifted, its palm aimed at the descending bloody purgatory.
Deep within his palm, the dim purplish-gold muzzle core suddenly lit up!
But this time, what lit up was not pure destructive purplish-gold, but rather... a profoundly restrained, dark thunder light, its edges flowing with Chaos gray light!
"Thunder Crystal Cannon... Chaos... Mode!"
"Sequence... Sacrifice... Energy!"
"Target... Formation core!"
A cold thought was issued through the Soul link!
"Roar!" The Stone-skinned Turtle let out a low roar!
All the remaining Origin power on its shell, containing the vitality of the earth and the Dao rhyme of tribulation thunder, surged madly towards Mo Yuan's demonic hand, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea!
The jade and dark gray thunder patterns on the tortoise shell instantly dimmed!
"Yes!" The Dark Moon Rabbit's ethereal blue figure instantly solidified!
The remaining destructive sharpness of the Extinction Thunder Claw and the ethereal Origin of the Phantom transformed into two streams of ethereal blue light, injecting into the demonic hand!
Her figure became ethereal and transparent!
"Caw!" The Thunderclap Sparrow's silver wings spread wide!
The fluctuations of the Chaos Thunder Sound transformed into a tangible stream of sound wave energy, converging into the core of the demonic hand!
Its wings lost their luster!
The Ant King, Green Vine Demon, Venomous Stinger Worker Bees swarm, Gold-Sniffing Rat, Illusion Lizard... all the Sequence Legion members, whether in the tortoise shell space or attached to Mo Yuan's body, unhesitatingly transformed their remaining Origin power into torrents of energy, each of a different color but incomparably pure, furiously injecting them into Mo Yuan's raised demonic hand!
In the palm of the demonic hand, the dark muzzle core, like a bottomless black hole, greedily devoured all the energy sacrificed by the Sequence!
Inside the core, the dark gray light spot projected from the Chaos Thunder Seed pulsed madly!
Pure Chaos Thunder Essence surged forth, forcefully suppressing, harmonizing, and amplifying the converging violent energy!
In front of the muzzle, space no longer collapsed into a black hole, but silently annihilated into a point of absolute void, its edges flowing with Chaos gray light!
"Break!" From Mo Yuan's mouth, a cold syllable like a final judgment!
Boom—!!!!
An indescribable energy beam, only arm-thick, appearing as an extremely restrained, dark gray, yet with edges flowing with Chaos annihilation halo, silently shot out from the muzzle!
It had no world-destroying light!
No piercing shriek of tearing space!
Only an... absolute annihilation and... a will of returning to the void!
The dark gray energy beam instantly collided with the descending bloody purgatory!
Hiss—!!!
Like a hot carving knife cutting into solidified butter!
The defiled and bloody Azure Dragon vines, upon touching the gray light, silently annihilated like withered branches thrown into strong acid!
The venomous Evil Qi of the White Tiger's Sword Qi disintegrated inch by inch like fragile glazed glass!
The foul-smelling blood flames of the Vermilion Bird vaporized instantly like moths drawn to a flame!
The wailing Souls of the Black Tortoise's water Dragon melted away without a trace, like accumulated snow meeting the scorching sun!
The Formation's energy field, defiled and ugly, fused with the resentment of over a hundred Cultivators' self-detonations, faced the Chaos gray light as if encountering a natural nemesis; it couldn't even put up a trace of resistance before being forcibly decomposed, annihilated, and returned to the most primitive void!
The dark gray energy beam's momentum remained undiminished!
Like the finger of Death, ignoring spatial barriers!
It instantly pierced through layers of Formation light screens!
It precisely stabbed towards the Third Elder, who was above the Formation core, his face filled with madness and horror!
"No—!!!" The Third Elder let out an extremely shrill scream!
He frantically conjured several glowing defensive Magical Artifacts, activating his Foundation Establishment Middle Stage protective Spiritual Light to its utmost!
Useless!
All defenses, upon touching the gray light, shattered silently like soap bubbles!
The dark gray beam passed through his protective Spiritual Light and through his chest without any obstruction!
No explosion!
No flying flesh and blood!
The Third Elder's body, starting from the chest where it was struck, silently transformed into the finest basic particles, not even dust, as if erased by an invisible eraser, rapidly spreading throughout his entire body!
The horror and despair on his face froze, his eyes quickly dimmed and became hollow, and finally, along with the Formation Plate in his hand, the Magical Robe on his body... all traces of his existence completely returned to nothingness!
In its place, only an absolutely clean vacuum remained, devoid even of air!
Instant kill!
Absolute annihilation!
The dark gray beam, its momentum undiminished, shot diagonally into the sky, finally disappearing into the depths of the clouds, leaving only a spatial crack that could not heal for a long time.
Dead silence!
Absolute dead silence enveloped the entire Yunling Valley!
The raging strong winds stopped.
The violent Formation fluctuations disappeared.
The defiled resentment dissipated.
Only the mess left behind in the depths of the mine pit after the Thunder Crystal Mine was forcibly extracted remained, along with the figure in the air, standing like a god or demon upon the tortoise shell.
Wang Linger floated in the air in a daze, looking at the place where the Third Elder disappeared, and then at Mo Yuan's slowly lowering demonic hand, flowing with Chaos gray light.
Her delicate body trembled violently, her ice-blue long dress soaked with cold sweat, her face devoid of any color, leaving only extreme fear and... complete collapse!
"Mo... Sect Leader Mo... spare... spare me..." Her voice trembled and broke, with a crying tone, no longer able to maintain any coolness or nobility, like a frightened quail, she only wanted to kneel and beg for mercy.
Mo Yuan's cold gaze swept over her, as if looking at an ant.
He didn't speak, but his demonic hand, which had just annihilated the Third Elder, the dark muzzle in its palm, very slightly... turned towards Wang Linger's direction.
"No! Don't kill me! I was forced! The Third Elder forced me!" Wang Linger shrieked in despair, tears streaming down her face, "I know I was wrong! Sect Leader Mo! I am willing to offer everything! Offer the Wang family! Offer myself! Please..."
Her plea for mercy stopped abruptly.
Because Mo Yuan's demonic hand only turned towards her for an instant before slowly moving away, and finally, the muzzle, flowing with Chaos gray light, pointed remotely towards the southeast—the direction of Yue Country! The Seven Mysteries Sect!
Mo Yuan didn't even spare her another glance.
Traitors were not worthy of wasting his firepower.
Beneath his feet, the Stone-skinned Turtle let out a low, tired roar, carrying its master, carrying all the Sequence Legion members who had fallen into slumber due to sacrificing their Origin, slowly turning its direction.
"Qingyang... is done."
"It's time... to go back."
A cold voice, like a final judgment, echoed over the dead silent Yunling Valley.
Wang Linger, as if her bones had been removed, slumped in the air, looking at the distant figure riding the tortoise, her eyes filled only with boundless fear and the confused of having survived a catastrophe.
She knew that the Wang family was finished, and she was finished.
From today onwards, Qingyang City would only have one name—Mo Sect!
And she herself was merely an... ant that Mo Yuan disdained to crush.
Mo Yuan stood upon the tortoise shell, his Chaos Lightning Body's aura condensed.
He took one last look at the ruins of Qingyang City, one last look at Wang Linger, who was slumped like mud, his gaze completely unwavering.
His demonic hand steadily pointed southeast.
Deep within the muzzle, Chaos gray light slowly circulated.
Target—Seven Mysteries Sect! Li Feiyu! Poison Old Freak!
Blood debts... must be repaid... with blood!
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