Chapter 1112 - 561: Immortal Alliance (2)
Thus, Huan Tianyuan’s thousand riders had to dismount and walk. Fortunately, Wang Xunzhi sent several flying boats, so a hundred people were able to proceed along, reaching the shores of Yunmeng Swamp.
’Ye Rong and Wang Cheng’ stood at the front of the ship, clicking their tongues at the ground, one tut-tutting, the other sighing and shaking their head.
Huan Tianyuan was also extremely shocked, looking at the Dragon Bone Corpse Mountain that had been torn into pieces and slowly submerged in his Blood Pool, he was also greatly astonished,
"Two masters, I don’t know who in the world possesses such divine skills? To be able to shatter even Lord Yun Meng into fragments..."
The Golden Fish Head shook its head,
"Actually, it’s not that difficult if one really wants to take it down. Among the sect leaders of the nine major sects, at least eight have such capabilities.
The difficult part is accomplishing it overnight, effortlessly and quietly, that’s not something an average person can do."
The Triangular Eyes blinked,
"The key point is that it had already passed the Nine Heavens Tribulation, reaching the peak of Divinity Transformation, still far from its demise.
Therefore, when fighting, one couldn’t take advantage of heavenly timing, only relying on ten out of ten genuine skills for the battle.
Moreover, although Lord Yun Meng suffered significant cultivation Qi Power loss due to long-term sealing, his Dao Body has been tempered unseriously for six thousand years.
By my estimation, it may require at least ten thousand years of Daoist practice to slaughter it to such a tragic state."
The Golden Fish Head chuckled,
"Ten thousand years of Daoist practice, wouldn’t that be persons of the Three Venerables Level? Even Master Xuan Du doesn’t have that capability."
The Triangular Eyes laughed harshly,
"Xuan Du can still give it a try, his main issue is time. He can’t spend it on this beast."
The Golden Fish Head shook its head,
"If you calculate like that, not considering fate, destiny, or fortuitous changes, just standard competition, even those guys from Kunlun could have a fighting chance."
The Triangular Eyes nodded,
"So the difficulty lies in transferring ten thousand years of combat power capable of crushing the Dragon King to this time, place, and situation overnight. To achieve that, the strength of that existence itself must far exceed ten thousand years..."
Suddenly, the two fell silent.
Huan Tianyuan listened, feeling baffled, and couldn’t ask them to clarify further because people were approaching ahead.
"Is it the Assistant General in person."
A voice transmitted from thousands of miles reached his ears, followed by clouds rolling and surging, green aura filling the sky, suddenly ten thousand rays of rosy light, a thousand strands of auspicious aura, then glazed beads scattering over the human world. A moment later, within an eye blink, rays of light flashed rapidly in the sky, a Flying Immortal Island, towering mountains, rolling clouds coming closer from afar, overwhelming the front, an enormous shadow shrouding Yunmeng, concealing the body of the Dragon Lord of Yunmeng tightly.
Ah, Cloud Platform Peak flew over.
Ye Rong and Wang Cheng remained silent, sliding forward to protect Huan Tianyuan in front of them, supporting him from behind.
Huan Tianyuan, bold and brave, or perhaps ignorantly fearless, stood with his back straight, clasped his fists, and saluted at the head of the boat,
"Huan Tianyuan greets the Immortal Masters and Daoist Lords present."
"General, you are too kind. We are not worthy of such titles."
Amidst a thunderous roar, Qingyun opened together, revealing nine Azure Dragons breaking through the cloud waves, their scales reflecting the sunlight, casting ancient bronze light. Chains of Mystic Iron as thick as palace columns tied around the Dragon Necks, the other ends connected to a giant ship. The ship, neither wood nor metal, carved entirely from a block of Jade, the sunlight passing through, revealing a hazy clear brilliance. The bow carved in the shape of a Chi Head, holding a pearl as large as a bushel in its mouth, illuminating the thirty-mile cloud path brightly.
On both sides of the ship, several zhang of cloud sails unfolded, neither fabric nor silk, clearly woven of Silk mixed with Thunderbird Feather, and when they billowed, Wind Thunder Talisman runes flowed. Most eye-catching was a Dark Bottom Golden Border Banner atop the main mast, with two ancient seal characters "Immortal Alliance," each stroke exuding a sharp Sword Intent to slay demons and exorcise evils.
Several cultivators stood on the deck, some wearing green robes, some in Purple Gold Eight Diagrams Clothes, some with Fish Tail Crowns, others carrying sword boxes, all of them centuries-old Mountain Men, True Monarch of the Mystic Sect. At this moment, each of their eyes was shooting thunder light, leaning on the railing, looking towards the Lower Realm landscape, their gaze fixed on the corpse of the Dragon Lord of Yunmeng, a sight meaningfully bright-eyed and glowing.
Amidst the simultaneous chants of the Nine Dragons, the Treasure Ship sailed past Huan Tianyuan’s little boat, suddenly the ship quivered slightly, cloud sails fanning, sweeping a gust of Gang Winds, invoking flashes and roars of thunder, floating layers of clear light from the ship, hurling lightning and fire in all directions, inscribing Daoist talismans one after another in the sky, rapidly weaving the fluttering Yunmeng, swirling blood swamp, into a dense and impenetrable Great Array like a celestial net.
"Immortal Alliance..."
Having mingled to his current position today, Huan Tianyuan was certainly not the ignorant youth he once was by the banks of Gen River; he naturally understood that the true ruler of the world nowadays was no longer the one in Ziwei Immortal Palace, on the Beichen Emperor’s Throne.
Immortals are people of the mountains, alliances are founded by oath vows. Slaying animals, smearing with blood, using vermilion plates and jade vessels to become the dominant power.
The Immortal Alliance was the massive giant formed ten years ago, after the Mystic Sect Immortal Palace concluded a treaty to ally.
And now the one holding the reins, possessing the authority, grasping the River Map and Luo Book, managing the Divine List of Immortals, sitting to receive the homage of Ten Thousand Immortals, appointing the True Beings of the world.
Is the Leader of the Mystic Sect, the Lord of Cloud Platform, Lord Spirit Void.
Huan Tianyuan was still lost in the domineering entrance animation of the Immortal Alliance when he heard whispers behind him,
"The Immortal Alliance actually smashed Cloud Platform over to settle the scene."
"Seems the Chief Daoist Lord didn’t foresee this tribulation either."
"Hmph!"
Then a cold snort from the clouds roused Huan Tianyuan back to his senses. Raising his eyes, he saw a giant crane with an eight-zhang wingspan, gliding with the wind, circling at the top, directly casting a shadow over dozens of soldiers on the small boat.
On the back of the giant crane sat a Daoist, donned in an Eight Trigrams Nine Palaces Robe, embroidered with a Mountain and River Map, with a Lianshan Trigram trailing behind, holding a Yin Yang Yao Plate, the symbols upon it opening and closing like clouds, transforming continuously like water flowing in a brook. From the Eight Trigrams, jade tallies leaped out, transforming with Qi into projections of Azure Dragons encircling the plate, numbering thirty-six in total.
The Daoist had half-open, half-closed eyes, from behind emerged Five Qi of purple, white, gold, green, and red tracing across the sky, atop the Divine Court, a Green Lotus gathered its head, opening the Three Flowers. At the center of the lotus nestled a three-inch Divine Infant, its facial features matching exactly with the Daoist, Five Qi swirling and intertwining atop, forming a magnificent cap and ornamental beads, enveloping and protecting the Nascent Soul comprehensively.
The Nascent Soul at the brow suddenly opened its eyes, shooting out a clear light a foot long, its voice ringing like metals clashing, bowing respectfully,
"Nine Heavens Xuan Nu above, I am Reckoner, Sect Leader of Kunlun Heavenly Jade Gate, may I ask how the two refer to themselves?"
"I am Ye Rong" "I am Wang Cheng" "We’re hunting at the foot of Songshan Mountain." "Pleased to meet Reckoner, Sect Leader."
Reckoner snorted coldly,
"Who could it be, but you two Mixed Cultivators? Like mayflies and ants, not knowing the vastness of heaven and earth, if you dare again to slander the chief behind his back, see if I don’t ask the Immortal Alliance’s for Thunder Punishment to serve!"
Ye Rong and Wang Cheng hastily smiled, bowing and nodding,
"Ah yes, yes, yes, yes, yes."
"Wouldn’t dare, wouldn’t dare, wouldn’t dare."
Reckoner didn’t engage with them further, just glared at them, drawing a jade talisman from his sleeve, transmitted the sound across Yunmeng, his voice resounding for thousands of miles,
"To the Cloud Platform Chief, the decree is here! To investigate the collusion between the Qingtang Demon Sect and Xiao Yao remnants!
This place is the former site of the Xiao Yao Burning Heart Valley, everything here, is all Demon Path private property!
Sweep it clean for me!"
"At the decree’s command!"
Thus radiance shone, Daoist energy burst forth, countless Daoist children, warriors, and mystical creature mounts fell freely from the Cloud Platform Peak, like a swarm of sharks pouncing on a whale fall, dissecting the bones of the Dragon Lord of Yunmeng, extracting essence and drawing blood, all collected into the Cloud Platform.