activa-t Chapter 501 Underground Seal
Chapter 501 Underground Seal
Lin Chen's divine sense instantly located the source of the vibration.
Thousands of feet underground, something is struggling.
It had the same aura as the ancient demonic corpse Lin Chen had encountered in Jubei City, but it was a different species.
It was pitch black, covered with cold scales, each scale three feet in size, with edges as sharp as blades.
The fingernails were jet black, long and curved, like five scimitars, capable of tearing a mountain apart with a single stroke.
Lin Chen can now clearly sense the creature's cultivation level—half-step True Monarch.
At this moment, it is trying to break free from the seal.
Lin Chen's figure disappeared from the courtyard, and the next moment, he was already standing in the sky above Hehuan Valley.
Beneath my feet, the earth trembled violently, the sea of flowers swayed, petals flew everywhere, the river surged, and the tiles of the pavilions fell down with a crash.
The disciples with low cultivation levels screamed and fled in all directions, while the deacons with celestial cultivation levels and the elders with terrestrial immortal cultivation levels quickly organized order.
Lin Chen spread his divine sense out to explore the entire seal.
The seal was like a giant net of light, covering the entire underground of Hehuan Valley, binding the demon corpse firmly beneath it like a spider web.
The array patterns were densely packed, each radiating golden light. They were sealing techniques from ten thousand years ago, so complex that they made one's scalp tingle.
But now, that net has been broken.
A giant black hand is pounding wildly beneath the seal.
With each tap, the earth trembled.
With each tap, the golden array patterns dimmed a little more.
With each tap, the crack widens by an inch.
The cracks spread outwards from the center like a spider web, and dark red light shone through them, illuminating the underground world in a blood-red hue.
A few more hits and the seal will break.
Lin Chen's brows furrowed into a deep frown.
At that moment, Lingbo appeared beside him.
Clad in flowing white robes, his face expressionless, yet his usually indifferent eyes now blazed with fighting spirit, like two silver flames.
Chi Meng followed, her black robes fluttering in the wind.
Black worms crawled between her fingers, densely packed, each as big as a fingernail, with golden patterns on its back, gleaming eerily in the sunlight.
Yan Ruyu was the third to arrive.
Her white dress fluttered in the wind, and her face was so solemn it looked like it could be wrung out of water.
Her lips were pressed into a thin line, and her usual smiling, carefree demeanor was completely gone, replaced by a chilling aura of impending battle.
Zhao Ming and Liu Yu arrived last.
Both of them were pale and their hands were trembling.
It wasn't that I was cowardly, it was just that the aura of a half-step True Monarch was too terrifying.
That level of pressure was like an ordinary person standing on the edge of a cliff looking down.
You don't need anything to push you; just standing there makes your legs weak.
Zhao Ming's lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he said nothing.
Liu Yu gripped his sleeve tightly, her knuckles white, her nails almost digging into her flesh.
Yan Ruyu glanced at Lin Chen.
Lin Chen nodded, his meaning clear—Go for it, I'll cover you from behind.
Yan Ruyu took a deep breath and was about to launch an attack when Lingbo drew a sword from its sheath.
A silvery-white sword light burst forth from its sheath, like a silver river cascading down from the heavens, tearing through the sky, ripping apart the clouds, and plunging straight into the earth.
Wherever the sword light passed, the soil was sliced open like tofu, the rocks were torn apart like paper, and the sealed array patterns shattered like glass.
The crack stretched from the ground to thousands of feet underground, like a scalpel cutting through the earth's skin, slashing straight at that black palm.
"when--"
The sword light struck the black scales, sparks flew, and the sound reverberated throughout the valley, making everyone feel like their eardrums were about to explode.
But Lingbo's sword light only left a white mark on that palm, without even breaking the skin.
Lingbo frowned slightly.
She used seventy percent of her strength in that sword strike.
An ordinary celestial cultivator could be cleaved in two by this one sword strike.
But in front of this demonic corpse, it was like tickling an itch.
A muffled groan came from underground, and Chi Meng launched an attack immediately afterward.
Her Gu worms flew out from her sleeve, densely packed, like a black cloud that blotted out the sky and pressed down from above.
The Gu worms surged down the cracks cleaved by the waves, moving as fast as arrows released from a bow, and in the blink of an eye, they burrowed deep into the ground.
They burrowed into the gaps between the scales of the black palm, and into the white marks left by the sword light.
It burrows into every place it can get into—in the creases of fingernails, in the folds of joints, in the gaps between scales.
Then it began to gnaw.
They gnawed at the flesh and blood of the demon corpse, devouring its power. With each bite, black blood gushed from the wound and was sucked away by other Gu worms.
The demonic corpse cried out in pain, and a furious roar came from underground.
The sound came from a thousand feet deep, passing through the soil, rocks, and cracks, reaching the ground and shaking the entire valley.
The disciples of Hehuan Valley covered their ears, and some were even knocked unconscious by the shock.
The black hand pounded the ground frantically, once, twice, three times—
Each strike caused the earth to tremble violently, the cracks widened, and rubble rolled down from the edges of the cracks, falling into the bottomless abyss.
Chi Meng's face remained expressionless, but her fingers trembled slightly.
The flesh and blood of the demonic corpse contain potent poison; every time the Gu worm bites, it must endure the corrosive effects of demonic energy.
Hundreds of Gu worms had already fallen to the ground, twitched twice, and then remained motionless.
A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of Chi Meng's mouth.
But she didn't stop.
More worms poured out from her sleeves, filling the places of her dead companions.
At this moment, Yan Ruyu formed a hand seal.
Her fingers traced intricate patterns in the air, and with each stroke, the spiritual energy in the air became more concentrated.
Those trajectories intertwined in the air, forming a huge magic circle that floated in mid-air, shimmering with golden light, like a small sun.
"go--"
Yan Ruyu gave a low shout.
A pink beam of light shot out from the center of the magic circle, as thick as a hundred-year-old tree and as bright as the midday sun, blasting straight into the ground.
The beam of light struck the black palm and exploded.
The pink light intertwined with the dark red demonic energy, producing a piercing sound, like a piece of red-hot iron being thrown into cold water, hissing and crackling.
The demonic energy is dissipating, but the demonic corpses are also resisting.
The black hand suddenly opened, its five fingers twisting like five pythons, each fingertip emitting a ball of dark red light.
The five orbs of light merged together in the air, transforming into a massive dark red energy ball that hurtled straight toward the ground.
Yan Ruyu's beam of light collided with the dark red energy ball.
The two forces confronted each other in mid-air, devouring and eroding each other.
The pink light and dark red demonic energy intertwined, like two giant dragons locked in a fierce battle, neither giving way to the other.
Sweat beaded on Yan Ruyu's forehead, and her face grew paler and paler.
The power of that dark red energy ball exceeded her expectations.
Even a full-force attack from a half-step True Monarch, even if it's only half a step, is not something a peak Celestial Immortal can easily withstand.
Zhao Ming and Liu Yu exchanged a glance and attacked simultaneously.
The two people stood on the left and right, and two streams of spiritual energy poured into the ground to support Yan Ruyu.
Zhao Ming's spiritual power was pinkish-purple, carrying a feminine aura, and it wrapped around the dark red energy ball, trying to entangle and crush it.
Liu Yu's spiritual power was also pink, carrying a gentle aura, which merged into Yan Ruyu's white pillar of light, making the pillar of light even thicker.
The three celestial beings joined forces.
The dark red energy ball finally began to shrink.
But then the black hand moved again.
Another hand emerged from beneath the seal.