bookbashuk Chapter 19 What is the Lingxu Cave Heaven?
Chapter 19 What is the Lingxu Cave Heaven?
"Bang!"
Finally, someone managed to "squeeze" their way into the ancient hall.
It was a dragon's claw, several feet long and covered with black scales.
Carrying the destructive aura of a Dao Palace realm, it reached into the hall, continuously dripping thumb-sized drops of foul-smelling demon blood.
"This is a treasure of my demon race! Humans should not even dream of touching it!"
An old and domineering roar echoed throughout the ancient palace.
Outside, the purple bronze furnace, the golden sword, and the Bagua mirror simultaneously struck the old dragon blocking the door, causing it to vomit blood repeatedly.
The old dragon's claws remained firmly stuck in the crack of the palace door, refusing to budge an inch!
It's not attacking, it's blocking the door.
"The Ancestral Temple—humanity shall not be allowed to trespass upon it!"
Behind the dragon's claw, a golden streak of light swept past the old dragon's head and entered the hall first.
Blonde girl.
It looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old, with vertical golden pupils, slightly upturned pointed ears, and its whole body was covered in pale golden feathers. It floated barefoot in mid-air.
The moment she landed, her gaze swept over the many rare treasures floating in the hall, finally settling on the swaying three-leafed blue lotus in the center of the Immortal Transformation Pool.
She froze completely.
He suddenly knelt down, his forehead touching the ground, his voice trembling so much he couldn't utter a single sentence.
"...Imperial Arms...Ancestral Imperial Arms..."
She didn't cry, but her whole body was trembling; it was a deep-seated submission and worship.
"boom--"
The palace gates were completely smashed open.
The sect leader of Lingxu Cave Heaven was the first to enter, with a white beard and green robe, holding a purple bronze furnace in his hand, his face solemn.
Behind him were four white-haired old men, each with a different aura; they were all leaders of other grotto-heavens.
After that, the three-headed Dao Palace Realm demons filed in.
Leading the group was a giant with ox horns, over ten feet tall, with black horns and red eyes scanning the ancient walls inside the hall.
Soon, his gaze fell on the inscription on the foundation of the palace, and his pupils suddenly contracted.
"The ancient imperial script of the demon race!"
The burly man with bull horns suddenly turned around, staring at the leader of the Spirit Ruins Sect, his voice booming like thunder:
"This is the tomb of the last Great Emperor of the Eastern Wilderness Demon Clan! Humans, retreat!"
The leader of Lingxu Sect did not move.
He looked calmly at the burly man with bull horns, his tone neither hurried nor slow:
"When the Azure Emperor unified the demon race of the Eastern Wilderness, he stole a treasure from our human race. The famous immortal scripture of the Eastern Wilderness, the Dao Scripture, was dismantled by him, and he kept the most crucial volume for himself."
He looked around at the gold books, green bronze books, and black gold ancient bamboo slips floating in the hall.
"Now all these treasures are here. Who do you think they belong to?"
The burly man with bull horns had a livid face and was about to attack.
Just then—
The Lingxu Sect Leader caught a glimpse of four figures by the Immortal Transformation Pool out of the corner of his eye.
Li Xian squatted on the lake shore, pressing his left hand against the Bitter Sea, drawing spiritual liquid into his body in swirls.
Ye Fan and Pang Bo stood on the left and right respectively.
Each of them operated their own sea of suffering, frantically absorbing spiritual liquid.
Weiwei stood behind the three of them, her divine eyes fully open, keeping watch for them. She made a promise to hand over 70% of the proceeds to her afterward.
The Lingxu Sect Leader's expression was subtle.
"How dare you!" The blonde girl was the first to react, shouting as she conjured countless golden feather blades in her palm and slashed them down at Li Xian and his companions.
"Protect them."
The leader of Lingxu summoned the purple bronze furnace.
The bronze furnace spun and rose into the air, spewing forth purple flames that incinerated all the golden feathers.
The blonde girl staggered back three steps from the heat, her vertical pupils blazing with murderous intent.
"kill!"
The burly man with the bull horns gave the order.
The three great demons suddenly rose up, their demonic power soaring to the heavens.
The four white-haired elders exchanged a glance, each unleashing their magical artifacts—the Sword of Light, the Bagua Mirror, the Scaled Dragon Scissors, and the Rotten Silver Bell—to confront the great demon head-on.
Inside the hall, it instantly transformed into a fierce battlefield.
The aftershocks of the spell struck the rock wall beside the pool, causing the spiritual liquid to surge. The spirit weapons were affected and began to attack any living beings that approached, making the battle even more chaotic.
Li Xian didn't stop. Under Weiwei's protection, he endured the attacks of the spirit weapon and collected the spirit liquid until he reached his limit. He also collected a few artifacts that caught his eye.
The old dragon that had been blocking the entrance entered the hall, half its scales shattered and its body dripping with demonic blood. It staggered towards the edge of the Immortal Transformation Pool, its eyes blazing with murderous intent: "Humans, they all deserve to die!"
"It's dying soon," Li Xian transmitted telepathically.
Weiwei glanced at it and saw that the old dragon's aura was disordered, its Dao Palace and Divine Treasury had been shattered in two places, and it was only half alive.
"Finish off."
The two exchanged glances, their understanding unspoken.
Weiwei took the initiative, her Immortal Eyes locking onto the old dragon's sea of consciousness—the third crack on the left side—and a burst of silver light shot out from between her brows.
"The Demon Emperor's Nine Slashes Starting Move - Divine Wound!"
The moment the silver light entered his sea of consciousness, the old dragon clutched his head and howled in pain, his primordial spirit dimmed, and his emptiness gates wide open.
Li Xian followed closely behind, drawing his ring-shaped dagger. A bluish-silver blade slashed at the broken part of the dragon's neck, also using the opening move of the Demon Emperor's Nine Slashes.
With a muffled thud, the dragon's head rolled off and crashed onto the edge of the pool, splashing up a spray of spiritual liquid.
Nobody paid any attention to this side.
In the center of the hall, the sect leader of Lingxu used a purple bronze furnace to refine two great demons. The purple flames burned their bodies, leaving not even bone fragments behind.
The burly man with bull horns was suppressed by the sect leader of Ziyang Cave Heaven, while the golden-haired girl was repeatedly defeated under the siege of three elders. Finally, with a sharp cry, she transformed into a golden ray and rushed out of the door.
The battle is over.
The hall fell silent for a moment, a silence unique to the post-war period, carrying the stench of burning and blood.
Then, the four white-haired old men turned their heads in unison and looked at Li Xian.
"You may enter the hall first," an elderly man with snow-white hair and beard said calmly from the left. "What did you take? Show it to us."
Weiwei stepped in front, saying, "We are disciples of Lingxu Cave Heaven—"
"I'm referring to the disciples of Lingxu," another elder interrupted her. "The opportunities in the Emperor's Tomb are shared by all six grotto-heavens. It's against the rules for a junior to hoard them."
The leader of Lingxu coughed and stepped forward.
"Gentlemen," he said, neither humble nor arrogant, "the disciples entered the hall a little earlier, at my instruction. The spiritual liquid they obtained can be shared among the various grotto-heavens of the Spirit Ruins. However, the spoils of war they obtained at great risk are not included in this list."
The four old men looked grim, but the bronze furnace in the hands of the Lingxu Sect Leader was still emitting purple smoke. It had just refined two great demons to death, demonstrating its formidable methods.
"Fine." The bearded old man snorted coldly, "We'll settle the score with the Six Great Grotto-Heavens when we get back."
The leader of Lingxu Sect said no more. He used his divine power to grab many spiritual weapons and several bottles of spiritual liquid and put them into the Sea of Bitterness.
The gains from every breath are the sum of what you've accumulated in the first half of your life.
Li Xian glanced at Weiwei, signaling to retreat—
In the original story, the major powers of the Eastern Wilderness arrived very quickly, almost immediately to the Quasi-Emperors.
Weiwei immediately pulled Li Xian and the other two to retreat. The Lingxu Sect Leader was not greedy and knew when to stop, so he left the ancient hall with the others.
The group walked briskly along the passage, their steps extremely fast.
Half a day later, at the exit of the primitive ruins.
There's a roadblock ahead.
Seven people stood across the sky. The leader was dressed in white, with a handsome face and a dark red cinnabar mole between his eyebrows. His aura was deep and powerful—he was a master of the Four Extremes Secret Realm.
Yao Guang Holy Land.
The six people behind him were all dressed in the same white robes, and the one with the lowest aura was at the third level of the Dao Palace.
The young man in white put his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over the face of the Lingxu Sect Leader before landing on Li Xian and the others.
"With the emergence of the Emperor's Tomb, the Holy Land has decreed that ninety percent of all treasures obtained must be handed over to the authorities for inspection in the Sea of Bitterness; those who defy it will be executed."
The Lingxu Sect Leader frowned slightly.
Weiwei stepped forward and took a deep breath.
"Senior brother," she said, trying to keep her tone calm, "I am Weiwei, a reserve outer disciple of the Yao Guang Holy Land..."
The young man in white glanced at her sideways.
"Outer sect? Or just a reserve one..." He smiled. "The Yao Guang Holy Land doesn't know you."
Weiwei stiffened slightly, feeling humiliated.
The leader of Lingxu Sect stepped in to smooth things over, demonstrating his adeptness in handling interpersonal relationships:
"A highly accomplished cultivator from this sacred land, this old Taoist is the head of the Lingxu Cave Heaven, and is one entity with the Yaoguang Sacred Land..."
Before he could finish speaking, the young man in white stopped smiling, his tone becoming chillingly indifferent:
"What is this Lingxu Cave Heaven that it dares to be compared to a holy land?"