bookbashuk Chapter 364 Chasing Maha for billions of miles, today he becomes famous throughout the world!
Chapter 364 Chasing Maha for billions of miles, today he becomes famous throughout the world!
Chapter 364 Chasing Maha for billions of miles, today he becomes famous throughout the world!
"Maha Ming, you actually used the clan's sacred artifact? Do you really not care about the consequences?"
Qing Xuanjun shouted sharply, then urgently transmitted his voice to Lu Yu: "Holy Son, retreat quickly! I will try to hold him off for a moment. You hurry back to your clan and find the Grand Elder—"
However, before he could finish speaking, Lu Yu not only did not retreat, but instead took a step forward. His eyes were sharp as swords, and instead of showing fear, a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
"A sacred artifact for the clan? Is that so special?"
Before he finished speaking, his aura suddenly erupted.
First to appear was an ancient scroll, slowly unfurling from the void behind it. Spiritual light flowed across the scroll, and boundless, pure spiritual energy, like an inverted celestial river, instantly dispelled some of the oppressive atmosphere brought by the black and white colors.
It is the sacred artifact of the Tailing Ancient Clan, the Tailing Ancient Map!
Immediately afterwards, a resounding sword cry echoed through the heavens. A crystal-clear ancient sword leaped into Lu Yu's left hand, its blade trembling and radiating a sharp sword intent that could cut through everything and dominate the world—it was the Heavenly Emperor Sword!
At the same time, Lu Yu made a fist with his right hand, and a dark purple pearl with lightning patterns and strange phantom images of a pagoda appeared out of thin air.
The pearl seemed to contain its own destructive thunder prison, with faint sounds of demonic souls wailing and thunder roaring, emanating a fierce and domineering destructive aura. It was the peerless holy artifact, the Thunder Prison Pagoda Pearl!
Three sacred treasures and peerless artifacts have appeared!
The Tai Ling Ancient Diagram hung overhead, casting down endless, warm yet resilient spiritual light, like the most solid barrier, colliding violently with the black and white devouring power pouring down from the Maha Yin Yang Bottle.
Both were vast sacred objects of clan-level importance. Their spiritual light and black and white energy eroded and canceled each other out, resulting in a stalemate where neither could gain the upper hand.
In that stalemate, Lu Yu made a move.
His left hand held the Heavenly Emperor Sword, which shone brightly. With a single slash, the dazzling sword light descended like the Milky Way from the heavens, carrying the determination to shatter all laws, and went straight for Maha Mingtou Dun!
His right hand surged with lightning from the Thunder Prison Floating Pagoda Pearl. With a flick of his wrist, it transformed into a purplish-black beam of light, wrapped in destructive lightning and the sealing power of the Floating Pagoda. It struck first, hitting Maha Ming's chest hard!
One person wielded two peerless sacred artifacts of offensive power, and the ferocity of their attack far exceeded expectations!
Maha Mingtong Kong suddenly shrank to the tip of a needle. He never expected that Lu Yu would have such a profound foundation. The Maha Yin Yang Bottle was restrained by the Tai Ling Ancient Diagram.
The opponent, however, wielded two peerless offensive sacred artifacts and launched a fierce attack.
This is hardly the kind of display one would expect from a Saint-level cultivator in their early stages.
In his haste, he could only hold the black dragon-headed cane horizontally in front of him, unleashing his mid-stage Saint-grade spiritual power without reservation in an attempt to withstand the attack.
Boom! Crack!
The Heavenly Emperor's sword light struck first, and the seemingly indestructible immortal-grade dragon-headed cane let out a tooth-grinding wail as it was slashed with a deep sword mark.
Immediately afterwards, the purple-black beam of light transformed from the Thunder Prison Floating Pagoda Pearl struck his chest, which was protected by spiritual light!
"Pu Mahe Ming was struck as if by lightning. His body trembled violently, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, which even contained some fragments of internal organs. His aura instantly became chaotic and plummeted, and his eyes were filled with disbelief, horror and rage.
In just one exchange, under the combined onslaught of the opponent's three sacred artifacts, he, the mid-stage Saint-level Maha Ancient Clan patriarch, actually suffered considerable internal injuries!
"Walk!"
Without the slightest hesitation, and without even bothering to retrieve the Maha Yin-Yang Bottle that was locked in a stalemate with the Tai Ling Ancient Diagram, he grabbed the already terrified and barely breathing Maha Yun beside him, transformed into a disheveled black and white streak of light, and fled madly into the depths of the Maha Continent without looking back!
At the same time, he roared, his voice echoing throughout the entire Maha Continent: "All Heavenly Sovereigns, heed my command! A powerful enemy has attacked! Activate the clan-protecting formation! Defend our ancestral land at all costs!"
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As he finished speaking, countless ancient array patterns suddenly lit up all over the continent of Maha.
One after another, powerful pillars of spiritual energy shot into the sky, connecting with each other and quickly weaving in the air into an incredibly thick black and white light shield that covered the entire outline of the Maha Continent.
The sacred-grade clan protection formation was activated instantly!
At the same time, deep within the Maha Continent, powerful auras erupted one after another, soaring into the sky.
A rough assessment revealed no fewer than thirty!
Although most of them were of the Spirit or Immortal grade, the sheer number of them gathered together, relying on the clan's protective formation, plus other hidden resources deep within the ancestral land, instantly created a defensive force that was terrifying!
Lu Yu did not pursue, but stood in the void, holding the two sacred artifacts, coldly watching the Maha Continent shrouded in a giant black and white light shield, as well as the dozens of powerful auras faintly stirring within the light shield.
Qing Xuanjun had also arrived at his side. Looking at the rapidly changing situation before him, and the two sacred objects in Lu Yu's hands that were emitting terrifying fluctuations, even though he was very knowledgeable, he couldn't help but gasp. His gaze towards Lu Yu was filled with shock and complexity.
Just how many trump cards does the Holy Son still have hidden?
Just then, Lu Yu suddenly spoke, his voice not loud, but carrying a cold sarcasm that clearly pierced through the protective formation and reached every corner of the Maha Continent: "Old dog Maha, weren't you just saying you wanted to follow the rules of your Maha Ancient Clan and invite us to be your guests?"
"What, is the rule of the Mahagu tribe to cower in this turtle shell and be a coward?"
"Come out, let me witness the might and prestige of your Maha Ancient Clan, passed down through the ages!"
Upon hearing this, the dozens of powerful auras within the Maha Continent suddenly froze, then erupted with even more violent fluctuations, clearly enraged by this merciless humiliation.
Those young and ambitious clansmen who valued the glory of their ancient clan were especially furious, gritting their teeth and wishing they could rush out and fight to the death.
"Clan leader! This person has gone too far! He has insulted our ancient clan to this extent. How can we tolerate this?" a hot-tempered elder roared.
"Open the great formation and fight him to the death! Our Maha Ancient Clan has never suffered such a humiliating disgrace!"
The crowd was filled with righteous indignation, and their voices could be faintly heard beyond the battle lines.
In the heart of the ancestral land of the Maha Ancient Clan, inside an ancient palace, Maha Ming, pale-faced and with an unsteady breath, was sitting cross-legged, regulating his breathing to suppress the injuries within his body.
Beside him stood a boy who looked only seven or eight years old. The boy was dressed in a magnificent purple and gold robe, with a childlike face but unusually bright and sharp eyes. At this moment, his face was flushed red and his fists were clenched. He was none other than Maha Tian, who had awakened the Eight Divine Meridians and was hailed as the future hope of the Maha Ancient Clan.
"grandfather!"
Maha Tian looked up, his eyes filled with anger and resentment. "That person is so hateful! He called us—turtles! There are so many of us, and we have the clan's sacred artifact and protective formation, why are we afraid of him? Why don't we go out and fight him?"
Mahaming slowly opened his eyes, looking at his exceptionally talented grandson, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.
He reached out and patted Maha Tian's head, his voice low but firm: "Tian'er, bear with this moment. This person's strength is strange, his trump cards are endless, he even has a sacred artifact like the Tai Ling Ancient Diagram, and he can simultaneously control two peerless sacred artifacts of offensive power. He is no easy opponent. Grandpa has already suffered a loss."
He paused, looking at the black and white light barrier that enveloped the heavens and earth outside the hall, and the chilling white-clad figure outside the barrier, and slowly said, "Our Maha Ancient Clan has a history of ten thousand years, and we do not rely on momentary bloodlust. Right now, the best strategy is to temporarily avoid the enemy's sharp edge, hold our ground, and wait for reinforcements."
"Waiting for reinforcements?" Maha Tian blinked.
"Um."
A cold glint flashed in Maha Ming's eyes, and he said in a deep voice, "This person's actions are almost a provocation against the tacit rules of the Great Thousand World. The Great Thousand Palace will not stand idly by; it won't be long before someone comes to mediate or even hold him accountable. That's the first point."
Secondly,
His voice grew even colder, "The Black Sky Ancient Clan owes my Maha Ancient Clan a tremendous favor from back then. I will now send a message to them, requesting the Black Sky Clan Chief and the Black Earth Elder to come in person."
"At that time, with the combined strength of our two races, plus the attitude of the Great Thousand Palace—we will definitely make this arrogant and ignorant Holy Son of the Floating Pagoda suffer a terrible fate!"
Maha Tian nodded, seemingly understanding, the anger on his little face lessening slightly, but his gaze towards Lu Yu outside the formation was still full of hostility and stubbornness: "Grandpa, I must become stronger than him in the future! Once I inherit the Eternal Body from the Eternal Tower, I will definitely avenge you!"
Upon hearing this, Mahamin's aged face revealed a smile that was both gratified and slightly bitter: "Alright, Grandpa will wait for that day."
Just as the Maha Ancient Clan was suppressing their anger and planning their next move, Lu Yu, outside the formation, saw that after mocking them for a long time, they were still determined to be cowards and showed no intention of coming out. He couldn't help but snort coldly.
His gaze did not linger on the heavy protective formation, but slowly moved upwards, finally landing in the high sky.
There, the vast spiritual light emanating from the Tai Ling Ancient Map was locked in a stalemate with the Maha Yin Yang Bottle within the towering black and white pillar of light.
When Maha Ming fled in panic, he was unable to retrieve the bottle immediately. At this moment, this sacred artifact of the clan was still being subtly restrained in mid-air by the power of the Tai Ling Ancient Diagram. The black and white energies circulated endlessly, but it seemed somewhat "isolated and helpless".
A glint flashed in Lu Yu's eyes, and a bold idea surfaced in his mind.
He turned to Qing Xuanjun beside him and transmitted his voice, "Master, this Maha Yin-Yang Bottle seems to have had its connection to the great formation below and the ancestral land temporarily severed by the Tai Ling Ancient Diagram. Taking advantage of its master's serious injuries and distraction, and the fact that the Maha Ancient Clan has retreated into hiding—"
Upon hearing this, Qing Xuanjun was taken aback at first, then understood Lu Yu's intention and couldn't help but gasp: "Holy Son, you want to—acquire this Maha Yin-Yang Bottle?"
"This item is the treasure of the Maha Ancient Clan, connected to the very origin of their ancestral land. It is extremely difficult to seize by force; the slightest carelessness could trigger a backlash, and might even activate a deeper level of restrictions from their ancestral land!"
"Why not give it a try?"
Lu Yu's lips curled slightly, his eyes sharp. "The Tai Ling Ancient Diagram can temporarily suppress its connection with the ancestral land. I need your help to set up a 'Floating Pagoda Spirit-Locking Array.' I don't need to completely refine it; just temporarily trap and seal it, severing its last connection with the Maha Continent. Then I'll have a chance to forcibly take it away!"
Looking at Lu Yu's calm yet crazed eyes, and then at the black and white jade bottle radiating alluring energy high in the sky, Qing Xuanjun gritted his teeth and said, "Fine! Since the Holy Son has such audacity, I, Qing, will go mad with you this once!"
"My Pure Lineage's 'Nine Pure Heaven-Locking Array' shares similarities with this method and can be integrated into it to enhance its sealing power!"
The two exchanged a glance and then made no further hesitation.
With a thought, Lu Yu's Tai Ling Ancient Diagram above his head shone brightly, releasing an even more powerful, gentle yet resilient force that, like an invisible net, further entangled the Maha Yin Yang Bottle, intensifying its restraint and isolation.
At the same time, he and Qing Xuanjun moved with astonishing speed, traversing the void around the Maha Yin Yang Bottle.
Lu Yu's fingertips intertwined with lightning and the power of the Buddha, outlining profound silver array patterns; Qing Xuanjun waved his sleeves, and cyan spiritual light transformed into countless illusory chains of runes, merging into the array patterns.
A complex spiritual array, combining the sealing techniques of the ancient Futu clan with the essence of the Pure Meridian Array, began to quietly form around the black and white jade bottle!
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Meanwhile, the storm of this earth-shattering event that occurred on the edge of the Maha Continent is spreading at an astonishing speed throughout the entire world.
Those who received the definite news first were naturally the powerful and influential forces with deep foundations and extensive connections.
The Great Thousand Palace, deep within that ancient palace that stands at the center of the Great Thousand World, symbolizing the highest authority against the evil races from beyond the realm.
Several veteran beings who had been cultivating in seclusion here for many years and were responsible for monitoring the overall situation of the universe received spiritual messages and spatial image remnants from the distant Maha Continent at almost the same time.
When they "saw" that the young Holy Son of the Buddha had single-handedly severely injured Maha Yun, and even forced Maha Ming to flee in a sorry state after sacrificing his clan's sacred artifact, and even now seemed to be eyeing the Maha Yin-Yang Bottle, even these ancient beings who had seen countless storms couldn't help but twitch a few times.
"The ancient Futu clan has produced an extraordinary figure."
An old man with white hair and beard, whose aura was as deep as the sea, slowly opened his eyes. A glint of light flashed in his eyes. "He chased Maha Yun for hundreds of millions of miles, all the way to his mountain gate, forcing Maha Ming to hide in his shell. This boy's actions are quite domineering."
"A Saint-level cultivator, capable of suppressing Maha Ming?"
Another elder, whose face was blurred and who was surrounded by a faint aura of death, spoke in a hoarse voice, "It seems the rumors are true. This person does indeed possess a Saint-grade physical body, and we don't know where he obtained two peerless Saint-grade artifacts—his opportunities and strength are extraordinary. However, such provocation of the Maha Ancient Clan may break the rules and cause instability."
"Let's wait and see. Maha Ming has already sought help from the Black Heaven Ancient Clan. This matter—I'm afraid it won't be resolved easily."
The Land of Ten Thousand Tombs, a forbidden zone shrouded in gray-white death energy year-round, where countless ancient powerhouses have been buried.
Beside a coffin engraved with unknown ancient patterns, a figure shrouded in dense death energy stirred slightly. In the hollow eye sockets, a ghostly flame seemed to flicker, receiving information from a distant region.
"Interesting. The ancient Futu clan has been dormant for many years, yet it has produced such a decisive and ruthless descendant, the Gate-Blocking Maha—"
"Heh, this courage is far superior to that rigid Fu Tu Xuan—"
"Let's see how the Maha Ancient Clan responds. Those guys from the Black Sky Ancient Clan probably can't sit still anymore—"
The Black Sky Ancient Clan: a mysterious realm seemingly forever shrouded in deep darkness.
Inside the majestic black temple, a tall figure dressed in dark robes, his face shrouded in shadow, was toying with an ancient artifact bearing the mark of the Maha tribe.
The token carried a slightly hurried voice transmission from Mahamati.
"—Chief Black Sky, please lend a hand! My Maha Ancient Clan will surely repay you handsomely afterward!"
The Black Sky Clan Chief remained silent for a moment, a playful smile seemingly curving his lips in the shadows: "That old codger, Maha Ming, has finally met his match. The Holy Son of the Floating Pagoda—Lu Yu? I've heard that the Tai Ling Ancient Clan also holds him in high regard."
"The fact that Mahamati suffered such a great loss shows he's not someone to be underestimated. As for that favor from back then—well, I'll go and see how this good show ends."
The Ancient Desolate Clan, the Sword Domain, and other powerful forces with Saint-grade Heavenly Sovereigns in charge also learned of this earth-shattering news through various channels.
In an instant, countless gazes, some surprised, some intrigued, some doubtful, and some curious, traversed the endless void and were cast toward the direction of the Maha Continent.
The name "Lu Yu, the Holy Son of the Floating Pagoda" may have been known only to a small circle before, but after this battle, its meaning has been completely different.
"Have you heard? That holy son of the Futu Ancient Clan chased the Great Elder of the Maha Ancient Clan for billions of miles from the Tianluo Continent, all the way to the doorstep of the Maha Continent! Even the Maha Ming Clan Chief suffered a loss when he intervened, and now he's hiding in the great formation, too afraid to come out!"
"More than that! It's said that the Holy Son Lu Yu possesses three peerless sacred artifacts of the highest grade, making him a match even for Maha Ming!"
"Having pursued a Saint-level expert for billions of miles, his fame has spread throughout the world today—this vast world is about to gain another renowned peak expert!"
Similar discussions spread rapidly among the many places where Heavenly Sovereigns gathered and among intelligence organizations.
In this most direct and domineering way, Lu Yu declared his existence and strength to the entire Great Thousand World. No matter how this matter ends, the achievement of "blocking the door with Maha and overpowering the two saints" is enough to make him one of the top experts in the Great Thousand World, and his reputation will rise. No one will dare to underestimate him in the slightest.
Meanwhile, outside the continent of Maha.
Lu Yu's expression was solemn, and his spiritual power surged like a tide. The three supreme sacred artifacts—the Heavenly Emperor Sword, the Thunder Prison Floating Pagoda Pearl, and the Tai Ling Ancient Diagram—had formed a triangle, subtly surrounding the Maha Yin Yang Bottle at the center.
His entire focus was on the complex spirit array that was about to be completed before him.
A glint of light flashed at his fingertips, reflecting the cyan runes of Qing Xuanjun beside him. Countless mysterious array patterns rapidly outlined and condensed in the void around the Maha Yin Yang Bottle, forming a gradually shrinking sealing force field.
If successful, seizing the sacred artifact of the Maha Ancient Clan will deal an unprecedented and devastating blow to this ancient and powerful clan from its very foundation!
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