blogombal Chapter 301 The Marquis Removes the Golden Hoop
Chapter 301 The Marquis Removes the Golden Hoop
Previously in Tongtian Valley, Lü Qian used his Dao to enlighten the divine tree Jianmu, and at that time he discovered the secret hidden in Tongtian Valley.
That twenty-four-section Tongtian Valley is both a feng shui formation and a seal.
It suppresses some kind of being, but that being has long since broken the seal and is nowhere to be found.
If a small world can be used to seal and suppress something, then the being suppressed within must be no ordinary being.
Combined with the information obtained from the dream of the Yellow Millet, it's easy to guess the true nature of that thing: it's nothing more than the "Hidden Dragon of the Taiyuan" that covets the divine tree Jianmu.
"I just don't know whether the Hidden Dragon of Taiyuan ran to Tongtian Valley on its own and was suppressed, or whether it was imprisoned there by the patriarch from the beginning."
Lu Qian stared at the rising energy in the distance, tapped the whisk in his hand, and said, "It is older than the Ziyang Patriarch. It must be that the beast himself greedily seized the fortune, and the Patriarch tricked him into filling the array eye."
"Using the creation of the Hidden Dragon of Taiyuan to nourish the growth of the Divine Tree Jianmu, this move truly deserves the title of 'reaching the heavens'."
"It's just a pity that we ran into a troublemaker. Before the Jianmu tree could grow up, the hidden dragon escaped, almost wasting a thousand years of effort."
When Lü Qian used his Dao, it was both to enlighten the divine tree and to continue the growth of the Jianmu tree, making up for the loss.
In the distant sea, as Zhou Sheng plunged into the island, the inexplicable aura intensified, gradually becoming complete.
Lu Qian remained calm as he watched the ever-changing scene unfold. "Now that old friends are reunited, I wonder what Grandmaster Zhou Sheng will talk about?"
"This seemingly carefree prince in the past actually wore a golden headband on his head called the Jia Shen Rebellion, from which he could not be freed."
"Whether he can remove that golden headband and become a true Great Sage is now up to Grandmaster Zhou Sheng himself."
After speaking, Lü Qian sat cross-legged with his eyes closed. The sword light surrounding the protective ships shone with boundless brilliance, severing the spreading dark energy and creating this undisturbed pure land.
Meanwhile, Behemoth's fleet in the distance was now shrouded in that inexplicable aura, like a dessert being served on a dining table, rushing into the enemy's gaping maw.
"Seventeen, no, Nguyen Phuong, have you also lost your true self?"
In the sacred forest at the center of Nathan Island, where the divine tree once stood, a place considered forbidden, Zhou Sheng, transformed into a gentle breeze, wandered through the trees. He lingered among the branches and shadows, and said with a touch of sorrow.
"Not content with eating people, they now want to devour the heavens and the earth, seizing all creation, committing a grave error and a grave transgression."
"Although that demoness's dual-wielding skills are formidable, you have the Six Treasures Immortal Thief by your side. As long as your heart remains as firm as a rock, who can shake the very foundation of your life?"
A gentle breeze swiftly swept around the sacred tree, and the initial lamentation had turned into a sense of indifference towards Ruan Feng.
His questioning voice echoed through the sacred grove, but the response he received was not silence, but the rustling sound of the branches of the sacred tree twisting and turning.
"Senior Zhou Sheng, have you come here today to help this junior achieve his goal?"
As the branches of the divine tree twisted, they transformed into a human face. This face, growing on the tree trunk, stared at the gentle breeze that Zhou Sheng had transformed into, and spoke with a smile.
"Why don't you reveal your true form, and instead use these seventy-two transformations of Feng Hou to communicate with this junior?"
On that face woven from tree branches, the expression was so vivid it seemed like a living person, and the eyes shone with a hint of light, as if endless vitality flowed beneath the bark.
"Witch, do you truly intend to defy the laws of life and death, and only stop when you've shattered the heavens?"
Zhou Shenghua, transformed into a gentle breeze, roamed freely among the sacred trees. He touched the branches of the divine tree, revealing half of his figure. He sat on the branch, holding a brush and a book, and shouted angrily.
"The Jia Shen Rebellion is about to be quelled; what gives you wicked creatures the audacity to act so arrogantly?"
The moment Zhou Sheng emerged from the formless breeze, the divine tree beneath him grew wildly, as if it were a beast that had caught the scent of its prey.
Countless roots, mixed with branches, enveloped Zhou Sheng, like a giant mouth trying to devour him from the inside out.
"snort."
The branches twisted swiftly, whipping the air with a whistling sound, but Zhou Sheng seemed oblivious to this perilous scene. He calmly made two strokes on the book with his brush, and then, in an instant, transformed back into wisps of breeze and dissipated.
A gentle breeze swept through the void, bypassing the cage woven for him, and between separation and reunion, it regarded these aggressive branches as nothing, truly carefree and unrestrained.
"What's the rush? I've come here today as if I've walked right into a trap, but whether I hand this over, and how I hand it over, is up to me."
The gentle breeze gathered once more, and Zhou Sheng stood before the divine tree, gazing directly at the vibrant human face. His right hand brushed across his brow, and with a flash of light, he extracted a radiant ball of Qi.
When this ball of Qi appeared, the previously rampant divine tree stopped growing. Qu Tong's human face looked at Zhou Sheng curiously, and then extended a few branches toward the ball of Qi that Zhou Sheng handed over.
"This hard-won item, are you really going to just give it up like this, senior?"
Upon seeing the outstretched branch resembling a hand, Zhou Sheng did not hesitate. With a flick of his sleeve, he unleashed a powerful and gentle Tai Chi force, sending the ball of light directly into the opponent's brow.
"Wait, this not only contains Feng Hou Qi Men, but also Ju Ling Qian Jiang, Qi Ti Yuan Liu, and Tong Tian Lu. We've already mastered seven of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques..."
Seeing the other party greedily closing their eyes and carefully sensing the mysteries of the light, Zhou Sheng's cold expression grew even colder. He twirled the brush in his hand, and ink flew across the book, leaving a few lines of elegant calligraphy.
"This thing was indeed hard to come by, having weathered a century of turmoil, but it's not something to regret."
"If one is greedy for external gains and does not cultivate oneself internally, it will ultimately be like looking at flowers in a mirror or trying to catch the moon's reflection in water; one will not achieve good results."
After finishing writing in the book, Zhou Sheng closed it and tapped the spine with the pen, producing a crisp sound, like the fisherman's drum and imperial bell being struck in a palace or temple. This sound complemented his Taoist-like sermon and exuded a profound and mysterious atmosphere.
In this atmosphere, the closed-eyed human face reopened its eyes, and two beams of divine light burst forth, unleashing a surge of boundless vitality that spurred the branches of the divine tree to become even more luxuriant.
The original divine tree had a withered bark and no leaves, resembling rotten wood. But now, the divine tree is covered with new buds, and its emerald green color is hidden in the branches, showing signs of vigorous growth.
Faced with such dazzling vitality, Zhou Sheng showed no amazement. Instead, he frowned and looked at the other party with disgust. Then, he dispersed into a breeze, disappeared again, and drifted away from Nathan Island.
Because that vitality was not fresh, but rather revealed the decay of life in its old age, like a man-eating tree blooming in swampy mud, rather than a splendid lotus.
Now, this man-eating tree has taken on a new form, and Qu Tong's human face has once again become intertwined and transformed into another human face.
This face has no distinctive features; rather, it seems to be a composite of many faces, yet it appears faceless amidst a multitude of appearances.
"It's been a thousand years, Ziyang. You have imprisoned me for over a thousand years."
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It's finished!