blogombal Chapter 364 Another Trip to Montenegro
Chapter 364 Another Trip to Montenegro
Chapter 364 Another Trip to Montenegro
The moment the words fell, the seven-colored light and Dao patterns around Hu Mingyue suddenly receded inward.
The dim light flashed and disappeared.
That soul essence and aura that transcended heaven and earth, belonging to the Immortal Emperor, was completely sealed and hidden by her in a mysterious and incomprehensible way.
She transformed back into the Nascent Soul female cultivator who had just formed her Nascent Soul.
She was exceptionally beautiful and possessed a refined and elegant demeanor.
However, in Chen Yi's eyes, this was worlds apart from the previous celestial empress who had looked down upon the ages.
The difference between heaven and earth.
Chen Yi nodded slowly, his movements somewhat stiff.
His chest heaved violently as he gasped for breath, his back already soaked with cold sweat.
He understood perfectly well.
Unwittingly, he stumbled upon an unimaginable and shocking secret.
This being's rank, if she recovers her cultivation.
Perhaps just a single thought would be enough to destroy him, both body and soul.
Hu Mingyue is such a terrifying existence.
So—what about Lao Hu? What is his identity?
Chen Yi dared not think any further.
After Hu Mingyue achieved Nascent Soul stage, she did not immediately leave seclusion.
She chose to continue her seclusion in the secret realm to consolidate her newly achieved breakthrough in cultivation.
According to her, she had no close friends in the cultivation world of Zhongzhou except for her parents and Uncle Chen, so the Nascent Soul Ceremony would not be held.
Chen Yi left the secret realm.
He kept everything that happened, especially the details of Hu Mingyue's conception, a secret he kept to himself.
In fact, most of the power of that earth-shattering Nascent Soul phenomenon was isolated by the secret realm space.
Only when Chen Yi connected the inside and outside world through his soul channel did a wisp of supreme Dao essence leak into the outside world.
This trace was so faint as to be almost imperceptible.
Even a cultivator at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, whose divine sense could sweep across tens of thousands of miles, could not detect it in the slightest.
Only those beings whose divine senses have broken through the shackles and reached the level of a deity can capture that fleeting thrill in the darkness.
The cultivation world of the Great Qing Dynasty, in the far north.
Beneath the desolate landscape shrouded year-round by terrifying thunderclouds, a powerful being, its entire body wreathed in purple lightning, suddenly opened its eyes.
In those eyes, it seemed as if countless thunderbolts were being born and dying.
He suddenly turned his head, and the light seemed to pierce through endless space as he looked towards the direction of Zhongzhou.
His gaze was extremely solemn.
"They're here."
"I just don't know which side it's on."
Scenes similar to his are playing out everywhere.
Throughout the entire cultivation world of the Great Qing Dynasty, those Nascent Soul cultivators and fifth-tier powerhouses who lived in seclusion or slept in forbidden areas all sensed something to some extent at this moment.
Their gazes, without prior arrangement, turned toward Zhongzhou.
Those who perceived it more deeply were visibly shocked.
They could vaguely sense that the essence of that Daoist aura far exceeded the realm of the Nascent Soul stage.
An existence that can stir up the origin of heaven and earth as soon as it forms its nascent soul must have a background and future that far surpass theirs.
Those with weaker perception simply thought that another peerless genius had emerged in Zhongzhou.
He is merely a junior with a high probability of reaching the threshold of the Nascent Soul stage in the future.
For the next two years, Chen Yi chose to go into complete seclusion.
He needs time to process all of this.
It digested the incomparably pure golden lightning essence that had been devoured in the Thunder Pool of Thunder Peak.
Furthermore, one must digest the profound Daoist principles that Hu Mingyue personally experienced during the process of forming her Nascent Soul.
That insight is far more precious than any martial arts manual.
In his spare time from cultivation, he would occasionally emerge from seclusion.
Using his own lightning spiritual power, he helped Fairy Xuanyin and Ning Bu'er temper their Nine Yin Demon Flames.
They carefully planted traces of Thunder Spirit essence, even the very origin of Thunder Spirit, into their Demon Flame Core, promoting a deeper transformation.
Everything is for two years from now.
For the Black Mountain Secret Realm, which is about to reopen.
Two years later.
The vegetation flourished and withered twice, and the entrance to the Black Mountain Secret Realm trembled once more in the void.
The once desolate foot of Black Mountain is now occupied by extremely powerful auras.
Xuan Yin Fairy Ning Bu'er stood to Chen Yi's left, her black dress fluttering in the strong wind.
Hu Mingyue stood on the right, her vitality mostly gone, looking as calm as an ancient well.
Chen Yi looked around, his gaze sweeping over those figures who, on ordinary days, would be enough to shake a region.
Several powerful cultivators at the late stage of the fourth rank from Zhongzhou actually appeared this time.
A thick, oppressive feeling permeated the air; it was the unconscious spiritual pressure emanating from high-level cultivators colliding with each other.
The Fairy of Mystic Sounds plucked an invisible string with her fingertips, her gaze cool and aloof.
Ji Yinglong of the Ji family stood with his hands behind his back, and the void behind him vaguely conveyed the meaning of the transformation of the five elements and yin and yang.
Yuan Lingling's master, the Mountain-Shaking True Lord, was a burly man whose every move brought forth bursts of muffled thunder.
The monk Kongxing at Vajra Temple turned his prayer beads with his eyes closed, each bead radiating a dark golden light.
There were also True Lord Stubborn Stone, True Lord Flame, and several unfamiliar faces that Chen Yi had never seen before.
These giants, standing at the pinnacle of the Great Green Cultivation World, all wore solemn expressions at this moment.
Collective early warning.
Such a thing has happened very rarely in the history of the Qingjie community.
The cultivators on the other side of the ancient battlefield are attempting to cross over through this rift.
This concerns the survival of the entire continent.
Several late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators gathered together, their divine senses intertwining in the void.
This level of competition is beyond the reach of ordinary cultivators.
Chen Yi knew that these old monsters could not enter the ancient battlefield in person, as the laws there rejected life forms that were too strong.
They will become the final lock at the entrance to the Black Mountain Secret Realm and the ancient battlefield.
The real burden of the battle fell on the pillars of the major powers.
The abbots of Vajra Temple, the elders of the Ji family, and the established mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators of the previous generation.
Chen Yi searched through the crowd, his gaze settling on the rear of the Ji family's camp.
Ji Wuchen stood there.
Compared to two years ago, his cheeks were much sunken, and his eye sockets had a bluish-gray tinge.
Noticing Chen Yi's gaze, Ji Wuchen raised his head, his lips moved, but he quickly lowered his eyes.
His fingertips unconsciously caressed the jade pendant at his waist, a habit people have when they are extremely uneasy.
Chen Yi's fingertips trembled slightly as he used his perception of heaven and earth.
The threads of cause and effect emerged from the darkness, and the feedback from the calculations transformed into images in his mind.
Ji Wuchen has not had a good time these past few years.
Influenced by his confrontation with Chen Yi, the Ji family patriarch imposed severe punishment on him, even resorting to certain forbidden techniques that depleted his potential to temper his will.
The current Ji Wuchen is more like a broken sword that has been forcibly welded back together.
Chen Yi withdrew his gaze and turned to look in the other direction.
Yuan Lingling, standing behind the Mountain-Shaking True Lord, was blinking vigorously, her eyes surprisingly bright.
The previous debate and exchange of ideas benefited her greatly, and she still remembers that pure clash vividly.
She was about to step towards Chen Yi when her gaze lingered on Ning Bu'er and Hu Mingyue for a moment.
Ning Bu'er's aloofness and Hu Mingyue's profoundness caused this proud young woman to freeze in place.
Yuan Lingling pursed her lips, swallowing back the words she was about to say hello, and instead turned her gaze to the distant sea of clouds.
Chen Yi always seems to have some confidantes with whom he has endless entanglements.
Chen Yi ignored these subtle emotions; his intuition was screaming warnings.
The spiritual sense brought by his near-fifth-tier skill made his gaze lock onto the direction of the Vajra Temple.
Behind the Venerable Kongxing stood a young monk.
The monk was exceptionally handsome, with red lips and white teeth, and an air of untainted holiness emanating from his brows.
His name is Kudu.
When Chen Yi looked at him, Ku Du was also smiling and looking back.
The smile was flawless, but Chen Yi sensed an extreme sense of incongruity.
He had seen this kind of temperament in Lao Hu, and he had also seen it in Hu Mingyue before.
That's a deliberately feigned friendliness that higher beings show when looking down on lower beings.
Chen Yi nodded politely in acknowledgment.
Kudu revealed a set of pearly white teeth, and his smile grew even brighter.
Ning Bu'er's brows furrowed, and the Nine Yin Demon Flame within her palm seemed poised to rise, as if it had encountered its natural enemy.
A strange light flashed in Hu Mingyue's eyes, and some ancient runes seemed to be turning deep in her pupils.
She stared at Kudu for a long time until he looked away.
"I didn't expect there to be so many geniuses in this generation."
Hu Mingyue thought to herself.
Chen Yi's initial intention for entering the Black Mountain Secret Realm was very clear.
The Silver Spirit Clan's trade.
The fifth-tier Thunder Spirit Fruit, the origin of the Nine Yin Demon Flame, and the crucial Void Soul Thunder Talisman inheritance.
These things are the foundation for him to reach a higher level.
As for Hu Mingyue, Chen Yi originally thought she would scoff at such a small-world secret realm.
I asked her casually at first, but I never expected her to agree so readily.
Looking at Hu Mingyue's profile, Chen Yi made a guess.
The Great Green Realm has been sealed off for tens of thousands of years, and it is like a magnificent prison.
Even someone like Hu Mingyue, if she wanted to return to the Spirit Realm, had to search for every possible gap.
The upper limit of the laws of the Great Azure Realm is there; the Nascent Soul stage is the end.
For her, practicing here was just a waste of time.
The entrance to the ancient battlefield in the Black Mountain Secret Realm is a remnant of a battle fought by powerful cultivators tens of thousands of years ago.
There might be an ancient teleportation array leading to the outside world, or some kind of medium that crosses boundaries.
Only by leaving this place can she regain her former strength.
Hu Mingyue looked up at the dark crack at the top of Black Mountain, and a thought flashed through her mind.
She wanted to personally explore the hidden truth within the ancient battlefield. If this wasn't possible, perhaps she would have to follow in her father's footsteps and explore other secret realms and forbidden areas throughout the Great Green Realm in order to find a chance to leave this lower world.