activa-t Chapter 153 1 Everything is over
Chapter 153 1 Everything is over
A burst of purple light erupted, like a giant dragon soaring into the sky, piercing the clouds and turning the originally dark sky into a magnificent purple.
Without hesitation, Zhuang Yu flashed and transformed into a streak of light, rushing towards the source of the purple light.
A powerful attraction held him firmly in place, as if guided by some unseen force.
A strange stirring rose within him—curiosity, anticipation, and an impulse to explore the unknown.
The surrounding spiritual energy churned violently like boiling water, stirred by the dazzling light, forming visible vortexes.
A strange energy fluctuation permeated the air, and Zhuang Yu felt his pores open up, and the true essence in his meridians surged like a rushing river.
"Damn it! What trick is this kid up to now!" Tian Yuanzi clutched his chest, his face pale, but he couldn't hide the greed and ruthlessness in his eyes.
He endured the pain and once again rallied his remaining forces to form a defensive line in an attempt to stop Zhuang Yu.
"Stop him! We can't let him succeed!" Tian Yuanzi roared, his voice tinged with hysteria.
Several figures flew out from the crowd, each using their own methods to attack Zhuang Yu.
The sharp sword energy, the whistling palm wind, and the flashing lightning intertwined to form a net of death, enveloping Zhuang Yu's head.
However, Zhuang Yu seemed not to hear, his eyes only fixed on the approaching purple light.
He rapidly formed hand seals while chanting incantations, and mysterious runes flew from his fingertips, merging into the swirling spiritual energy around him.
"Heavenly Thunder Technique!" Zhuang Yu roared, and a thunderclap suddenly resounded in the clear sky. A bolt of purple lightning as thick as a bucket descended from the sky and struck the onrushing crowd.
"Ah!" Screams rose and fell as the once-aggressive cultivators plummeted like kites with broken strings under the bombardment of the purple lightning.
Zhuang Yu did not stop; he moved like lightning, weaving through the crowd.
Each strike was accompanied by a dazzling flash of light and a piercing scream.
The magic he used was exquisite and incredibly powerful, leaving everyone around him speechless.
"What...what kind of magic is this?" someone exclaimed.
"What incredible power! He defeated so many experts so easily!"
Zhuang Yu's figure drew closer and closer to the purple light, and his heart grew more and more excited.
Just as he was about to touch the light, an aged yet majestic voice suddenly rang in his ears: "Young man, you have finally come..."
Enveloped in purple light, Zhuang Yu appeared as if a god had descended to earth, unstoppable.
His figure moved erratically, each flash followed by a scream.
The defenses set up by Tian Yuanzi were as fragile as paper in front of him, collapsing at the slightest touch.
Those cultivators who were originally so arrogant and domineering were now ashen-faced and terrified.
They even forgot to resist, only caring about running away in panic, afraid that if they were a step too slow, they would become victims of Zhuang Yu's sword.
Fear spread like a plague, and the collapse became unstoppable.
"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!" Tian Yuanzi roared in exasperation, but there was nothing he could do.
He watched helplessly as Zhuang Yu drew ever closer to the purple light, his heart filled with resentment and despair.
Bathed in purple light, Zhuang Yu felt the surrounding spiritual energy surging wildly into his body, his meridians rumbling as if sleeping dragons were awakening.
His eyes gleamed with excitement, and he increased his speed once more, transforming into a streak of light as he headed straight for the source of the purple light.
Finally, he arrived at the origin of the purple light.
It was an ancient restriction, shimmering with mysterious runes, like an insurmountable chasm standing before him.
Within the barrier, a massive spiritual vein, like a sleeping dragon, exudes boundless vitality.
Zhuang Yu could clearly feel the powerful energy contained in the spiritual vein, which made his heart beat faster and his breathing become rapid.
"Is this... the secret of the spiritual veins?" Zhuang Yu murmured to himself, his eyes flashing with a complex light.
He knew that as long as he broke the restriction, he could completely control this spiritual vein and obtain endless power.
However, this restriction was no ordinary object; the runes inscribed on it were incredibly profound, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura.
Zhuang Yu carefully examined the runes on the restriction, his brows furrowed as he fell into deep thought.
“This restriction… seems familiar…” A blurry image flashed through his mind, but he couldn’t quite grasp it.
He tried hard to recall, attempting to piece together that memory.
Just then, an aged voice rang in his ear: "Young man, do you wish to break this restriction?"
Zhuang Yu's gaze fell upon the barrier, and the intricate runes appeared to him like dancing musical notes, playing an ancient melody.
He closed his eyes, and the scene he had seen in the mysterious space appeared in his mind: an old man with white hair was pointing at him and explaining the mysteries of these runes.
Those obscure and difficult words were now imprinted in his mind with perfect clarity.
"So that's how it is..." Zhuang Yu suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.
He stretched out his right hand, and a golden light condensed at his fingertips, like a sharp blade, as he slashed at the runes on the restriction.
"Chichichi..."
As the golden light flashed, the runes on the barrier began to flicker, emitting a series of piercing sounds.
A powerful energy fluctuation emanated from the restriction, causing the surrounding space to distort and deform.
Zhuang Yu's expression was solemn; he knew this was a sign that the restriction was about to be broken.
He quickened his pace, and golden light danced across the barrier like a dragon, precisely deciphering each rune.
"Crack!"
After a crisp sound, the light on the barrier vanished abruptly, shattering into pieces like a broken mirror.
A surge of powerful spiritual energy rushed into Zhuang Yu's body like a flood bursting its banks. He felt his meridians swell as if they were about to explode.
"what!"
Zhuang Yu looked up to the sky and roared, his voice like the cry of a dragon and the howl of a tiger, resounding throughout the heavens and earth.
The light emanating from him grew ever brighter, like the rising sun illuminating the entire sky.
Wang Yao excitedly flew towards Zhuang Yu, her eyes filled with joy and admiration.
She felt the powerful aura emanating from Zhuang Yu, and her heart was filled with pride and happiness.
Zhuang Yu opened his arms to welcome Wang Yao, who was rushing towards him.
The two hugged each other tightly, feeling each other's warmth and heartbeat.
“We succeeded…” Wang Yao’s voice was choked with emotion. She buried her head in Zhuang Yu’s chest, feeling his strength and sense of security.
Zhuang Yu gently stroked Wang Yao's hair, his eyes filled with tenderness and affection.
He lowered his head and kissed Wang Yao's forehead, whispering, "Yes, we succeeded..."
In the distance, a pair of cold, sinister eyes were watching all of this...
Tian Yuanzi watched helplessly as the restriction shattered, and a surge of powerful spiritual energy rushed towards Zhuang Yu like a tidal wave. His face instantly turned ashen, as if all his energy had been drained.
He staggered back a few steps, collapsed to the ground, and muttered to himself, "It's over...it's all over..."
His remaining forces were also dejected, like defeated roosters. Some collapsed to the ground, some wept bitterly, and some stared blankly ahead with deathly pale faces.
They knew that the tide had turned and there was no chance of turning the tide.
Those once hopeful eyes are now filled with nothing but endless despair and regret.
Zhuang Yu felt the surging spiritual energy within his body. He slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, a faint smile appearing on his lips.
Wang Yao flew to his side, her eyes sparkling with joy, and held his hand tightly.
The guardian of the spiritual vein, Ling Ye, came before Zhuang Yu, bowed his head respectfully, and showed his submission.
"From today onwards, this spiritual vein belongs to my Xiaoyao Sect!" Zhuang Yu's voice was not loud, but it clearly resounded throughout the entire valley.
His voice was full of confidence and authority, like a king declaring his territory.
Upon hearing Zhuang Yu's words, the expressions of the various factions became even more unpleasant.
They knew they had utterly failed.
They glanced reluctantly at the spiritual vein shrouded in purple light, but ultimately turned and left helplessly.
Their figures appeared lonely and desolate, like stray dogs.
"Let's go." Zhuang Yu took Wang Yao's hand and walked towards the depths of the spiritual vein.
The spirit guardian followed closely behind, like a loyal protector.
Zhuang Yu glanced back at the various forces that were gradually disappearing into the distance, a meaningful smile appearing on his lips.
He knew that although the battle for control was over, the real challenge had only just begun...
"Master, will they really give up?" Wang Yao asked softly, her voice tinged with worry.
Zhuang Yu stopped in his tracks, his gaze falling on a distant mountain peak, where a dark shadow flashed by...