Cultivating Immortality in Two Realms

Chapter 521 Ancestor of Inscribed Bones

"To annihilate my Winged Clan? Don't you think that's going too far?"

Elder Yuanpeng's expression was icy: "Our Winged Clan cultivators would rather die than submit, and we'll surely knock a few teeth out of the Bone-Patterned Saint Clan! Moreover, our clan has blood oaths with the 'Mirror-Scaled Fish Clan' and the 'Human Clan' on the nearby continents..."

"Heh heh... You think a few small tribes can scare me?"

The tall, Saint-ranked Bone Pattern Clan member sneered: "I know... you're holding a 'Secret Contract Ceremony,' trying to form a contract with a Mahayana being from the Void as your clan's guardian deity... You're trying to stall for time?"

Before Yuan Peng could react, he continued, "It's no use... Our clan has already asked the 'Lord Ao Yin' we worship to use his supernatural powers to isolate this place from the void... And our ancestor has already personally set off to kill your clan's Grand Elder."

"What? The 'Ancestor of Inscribed Bones' actually took action personally?"

Yuan Peng was taken aback, and a few beads of cold sweat even appeared on his forehead.

The "Ancestor of Inscribed Bones" is the ancestor of the Bone Pattern Sacred Clan. It is said that he has cultivated to the "Great Ascension Stage", comparable to some relatively weak Great Ascension beings born from the Great Void.

The 'Aoyin' is considered powerful even among Mahayana-level beings, and was worshipped by the Bone Pattern Saint Clan early on as their guardian deity.

The Bone Pattern Sacred Clan's move is like crushing an egg with a mountain, preparing to annihilate the Winged Clan with absolute power!

Just as he was trembling with fear, a ferocious look flashed across the face of the Bone Pattern Saint Clan member opposite him, and he threw out three white bone pellets with his left hand.

These bone pellets exploded in mid-air, transforming into giant, footless, skeletal birds that spewed out jet-black flames that could incinerate gold and iron and were extremely poisonous; anyone who touched them would die instantly!

These three bone pellets are the remains of the ancestors of this Bone Pattern Saint Clan. Its bloodline is extraordinary, with several Saint-level beings among its ancestors. The bones left behind have been engraved throughout their lives, making them extremely powerful. With the nurturing of their descendants, these three 'Legless Bone Birds' are still not as good as seventh-level Cave Profound stage beings, but they are very close.

At least ordinary cultivators at the Void Refinement stage are no match for them.

In a battle between cultivators at the Cave Profound stage, this alone is enough to become a significant factor in tipping the scales!

A ferocious look flashed across the face of the Bone Pattern Saint Clan member. After throwing out three white bone beads, he swung his bone pattern greatsword fiercely!

Splash!

The sky was filled with snow-white sword energy, which fell like raindrops, creating a hazy mist that vaguely formed a sword array!

The bone patterns on the giant white bone sword were activated, transforming into spells that not only enhanced the sword's sharpness but also formed a torrent!

Whizzing!

Yuan Peng moved with incredible speed, employing a technique even more advanced than lightning escape, maneuvering and dodging amidst the black flames of the three-headed, legless bone bird with astonishing agility.

A five-colored compass appeared in his hand, and with a gentle manipulation, beams of light shot into the sky.

White, yellow, blue, red, black... the five colors rotate, transforming into the Five Elements Heavenly Canopy, dissolving all laws.

Countless white bone sword energies crashed down, merging with the Five Elements Sky Curtain.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth fluctuated violently, and boundless radiance spread in all directions.

The nearby skeletal behemoth let out a mournful cry, unable to dodge in time, and was pierced directly by huge rocks, causing the giant ship it was pulling behind to crash down.

Of course, some winged cultivators were unable to dodge in time and were pierced through the heart by a white bone sword aura. No defensive magic treasures were as fragile as paper in front of this sword aura.

"Haha...Good, as expected of the youngest and most talented elder of the Winged Clan...Only a prodigy like you from another race can bring endless joy to the fight..."

The Bone Pattern Saint licked his lips, and runes lit up one after another on the great dragon's spine.

As endless starlight showered down, it unleashed a more astonishing escape technique than Lightning Release or Wind Release—Star Release!

No, this is less a method of escape and more a form of teleportation!

Swish!

The towering phantom of the Bone Pattern Saint Clan flashed by, arriving above Elder Yuanpeng's head. Holding a giant white bone sword in both hands, runes lit up one after another on the sword's blade, burning with raging flames, and suddenly slashed down with the sword.

Wave!

The multicolored light curtain shattered like glass, and the compass magic weapon let out a mournful cry, instantly breaking into countless small pieces.

Then, the giant bone sword continued its momentum, slicing past Yuan Peng's body.

puff!

In mid-air, a burst of blood-red light exploded.

The Bone Pattern Saint Clan showed no sign of pride; instead, they gazed into the distance.

Hundreds of feet away, a flash of light appeared in the void, and Yuan Peng's figure emerged, one of his arms already gone.

"The demon race's method of substitution?"

The Bone Pattern Saint Clan member said calmly, "You can dodge it once, but how many times can you dodge it? Besides... the Ancestor has probably already succeeded."

Just as it finished speaking, a mournful cry suddenly came from the direction of the altar.

Yuan Peng sensed the spiritual energy rapidly becoming chaotic, sweeping in like a storm, and a look of despair crossed his face: "In the Spirit Realm, small clans rise and fall in an instant... it can only be attributed to the bad luck of my Winged Clan, but as long as there is even a sliver of fire left, we will surely take revenge on your Bone Pattern Clan in the future!"

"What kind of time is this to still be indulging in wishful thinking?"

The towering, bone-patterned Saint Clan member laughed loudly: "Our Saint Clan intends to annihilate you all. We will only forge every single one of your bloodlines with the 'Myriad Spirit Banner,' and we will never give you a chance to rise again!"

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"There are quite a few experts in the Great Void..."

In the vast emptiness.

Fang Qing concealed himself and walked past a giant beast that resembled an ox, was entirely white, had four horns, and was covered in thick fur like a raincoat, surrounded by countless images of white bones.

"This strange beast seems to be no less powerful than a divine pill... It's just a pity it's a bit stupid; even its method of sealing off the void is too crude..."

He silently remarked, "Water's virtue is to nourish," and then swept across the sealed void, seeing a place that resonated with the void.

"What are these? A bunch of birdmen?"

With a thought, Fang Qing landed above the altar, on the bright moon that was bound by countless silver chains.

"Golden Position? No, it seems so... True Treasure? It's far stronger than a True Treasure... It's just a pity it's broken, otherwise it would be almost comparable to a complete Golden Position, and even more so to a Taiyin Position, making it extremely valuable... Taiyin Position Certificate? No! It's even more precious than a position certificate, and closer to the Golden Position itself..."

Even if it were broken, its value would probably exceed that of a Taiyin True Treasure, making Fang Qing somewhat covetous.

After all, the Great Sun and Great Moon of the Daoist Fuqi are both in the hands of those two ruthless individuals, so there's no way to extort money from them for the time being...

Since we have something readily available right now, it's naturally better to have something readily available.

He silently observed the world, secretly calculating with hand seals.

"We can't take it now. If we do... we'll really be trapped. That mercury-like contract has a very high level of authority... it even has a certain binding force on True Lords."

"However, that birdman with the cane who presided over the ceremony was also quite powerful... much stronger than an ordinary envoy, yet still not as strong as Shen Dan..."

"There is chaos in the outside world right now, and we will be affected sooner or later... When that happens, we will break the ritual and create a flaw in the contract, which will allow us to take action."

To put it bluntly, Fang Qing just wanted to get something for free.

Having just arrived in this new world, he would be foolish to carry a powerful contract on his person.

Just then, the situation changed again.

Suddenly, a giant white skeletal claw descended from the void.

It seemed to be able to pluck stars and seize the moon, with an overwhelming force, grabbing at the massive altar.

On the altar, the Winged Elder sighed and crushed a jade talisman.

In mid-air, countless feathers fell, each feather covered with numerous wandering runes, and at its tip, wisps of golden flames burned.

"The Sacred Flame of Ten Thousand Feathers?"

The owner of the giant bone hand sneered, "As expected, they've brought out all their resources. Too bad..."

With a gentle flick of the large hand, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered into a tide, resisting the golden flames.

Two more cultivators from the Cave Profound Realm appeared out of nowhere in the void.

Their auras were incredibly profound, far surpassing that of Elder Yuanpeng, and almost equivalent to the Winged Human Grand Elder who had reached the limit of the Cave Profound Realm.

One of them had a human upper body, but a crimson fish tail swaying from the lower body, creating endless waves in the void.

The other was a woman in black, her face veiled by a light gauze. Her bright eyes were extremely solemn as she formed hand seals, continuously casting spells into a magical artifact in front of her.

This magical artifact is shaped like a scroll. After absorbing a large amount of magical power, it slowly unfolds to reveal a picture of teaching and imparting knowledge.

The image depicts countless human cultivators, all vividly portrayed. Some are making hand seals, some are chanting scriptures, and some are wielding swords... Astonishing magical light converges, forming a torrent.

"Good, very good!"

"The Mirrorscale Fish Clan and the Human Clan have both arrived... Aren't you afraid of being wiped out?"

The giant skeletal hand paused slightly, and a somewhat alarmed and angry voice came from the void.

"Ancestor, please forgive us... Our small clans have a hard time surviving. We have signed a blood oath and have no choice but to come."

Although the woman in black apologized, with a light touch of her jade hand, the torrent of magic surged towards the giant skeletal hand without any mercy.

The powerful member of the Mirrorscale Fish Clan threw out a small mirror, from which a burst of light emanated, forming a thick crystal wall.

Snapped!

The skeletal hand still slammed down.

Boom!

As if the sky had collapsed, the torrent of magic vanished instantly, and the crystalline walls turned to dust in an instant.

Two late-stage Dongxuan cultivators coughed up blood and flew backward, transforming into two streaks of light that vanished in an instant.

The power of Mahayana Buddhism is something that ordinary people cannot withstand!

The skeletal hand effortlessly crushed the combined forces of the human and mirror-scaled fish races, tearing down countless feathers before finally landing on the altar.

Snapped!

With a single strike, the numerous enormous corpses of the fallen beasts were reduced to ashes... The massive altar shattered into pieces in an instant.

The stone basin shook and overturned, instantly snapping countless silver chains.

A ball of moonlight, no longer restrained, rose continuously in mid-air, scattering countless silver rays, like mercury spilling onto the ground, carrying all sorts of yin mysteries, while osmanthus blossoms fell from the sky...

"My darling!"

The giant skeletal hand, ignoring the winged elder who was coughing up blood, reached directly for the ball of moonlight.

"It's truly a wonderful product!"

But even faster than that giant skeletal hand was a figure.

Fang Qing emerged from the void, his right hand landing in the ball of light, effortlessly grasping the broken mirror.

In an instant, the boundless ethereal beauty of the universe emerged from my heart.

The 'Ancestor Minggu' suddenly flew into a rage: "Human cultivators?! How dare you steal a celestial artifact?!"

The enormous skeletal hand overturned the heavens and earth, pressing down with a single palm!