bookbashuk Chapter 333 Clash of Saint-Rank Items, Choice
Chapter 333 Clash of Saint-Rank Items, Choice
Chapter 333 Clash of Saint-Rank Items, Choice
"How could the holy son of my Futu Ancient Clan be associated with the supreme divine power of your Tailing Ancient Clan?"
The thought flashed through his mind.
The "Tai Ling Tong Tian Guang" of the Tai Ling Ancient Clan is one of the core inheritances of their clan. It is one of the thirty-six peerless divine abilities in the Great Thousand World. It is said that it has been lost for a long time and is impossible to learn, let alone reach the level that can resonate with their clan's sacred artifact, the "Tai Ling Ancient Diagram".
According to the spiritual vein stele, Lu Yu's bloodline is so pure and his eight divine veins are so complete that it is clearly the most core and orthodox direct bloodline of his Futu Ancient Clan, and may even be directly related to the Grand Elder!
How could someone possess the supreme bloodline of the Ancient Buddha Clan also possess the supreme divine power of the Ancient Spirit Clan? This is completely illogical! Unless—
The Xuancang Palace Master's mind raced, considering several possibilities: First, Lu Yu might have had an unimaginable adventure, accidentally obtaining and successfully cultivating the inheritance of the Tai Ling Ancient Clan; second, Lu Yu might possess other secrets, perhaps his maternal lineage had a profound connection with the Tai Ling Ancient Clan—
But in any case, this incident has made the situation more complicated.
The Crimson Flame Immortal paid no heed to the Xuancang Palace Master's inner thoughts. He looked at Lu Yu and grinned, "Boy, no matter where you learned the Tai Ling Tong Tian Guang from, being able to cultivate it to the point of resonating with the ancient diagram means you have a connection with my Tai Ling Ancient Clan! I, this old man, have come on the orders of the Great Elder to invite you back to the clan!"
"With your talent, as long as you come back with me, you'll be made a holy son without a doubt. I guarantee you'll live a life of luxury, with abundant resources and inheritance, plus a bunch of old guys who can be your sparring partners! Isn't that better than going back to listen to those old fogies of the Futu Ancient Clan reciting their clan rules and ancestral precepts?"
His words were clearly biased, and even somewhat "slandered" the many rules of the Futu ancient tribe.
Upon hearing this, the Xuancang Palace Master's expression darkened slightly, and he said, "Elder Chiyan, please be careful with your words. The matter of our clan's Holy Son is an internal affair. His Highness the Holy Son bears the eight divine veins of our clan, and returning to the clan to receive the most orthodox inheritance and support is the right path."
"The matter of the nobles' supernatural powers may have other reasons. After His Highness returns to his clan, our clan will investigate and then discuss it with the nobles."
He emphasized the "Eight Divine Veins" slightly more, intending to highlight Lu Yu's true origins.
The Crimson Flame Immortal glared: "What Eight Divine Meridians? I don't understand! This kid has practiced my clan's supreme divine power, so it's related to my clan! You investigate your bloodlines, we'll invite our successors, let's each do our own thing! Besides, the choice is up to this kid himself!"
Seeing that Elder Chi Yan remained unmoved, the Xuancang Palace Master's expression turned cold, and his attitude hardened: "Elder Chi Yan, this is an internal matter of our clan. Please, nobles, do not overstep your bounds!"
"Transgress? This old man is ordered to find a successor; the world is vast, where can't I go?"
The Crimson Flame Immortal stood his ground, slamming his green wooden cane down heavily. A scorching, domineering spiritual force erupted from him. "Xuan Cang, stop using your Floating Pagoda Clan's airs to intimidate people! This old man is going to treat this person to a meal today!"
"Stubborn to the end!"
The Xuancang Palace Master's face darkened completely. He would never allow the Holy Son, who possessed the Eight Divine Veins, to be taken away by the Tailing Ancient Clan right under his nose.
With a flick of his sleeve, the vast phantom of the Floating Pagoda behind him suddenly solidified, and an ancient pressure that suppressed heaven and earth descended like a mountain, directly enveloping the Crimson Flame Immortal.
At the same time, an even more solid and massive spiritual hand reached out again, grabbing directly at Lu Yu with even greater speed and power!
"Hey! Do you really think I'm made of clay?"
The Crimson Flame Immortal laughed angrily, and the stopper of the red gourd at his waist popped open with a "bang." A torrent of crimson flames, as red as magma and radiating terrifying heat, roared out and crashed directly into the Xuancang Palace Master!
"Guanlan, protect that boy!"
"Don't worry, old immortal."
The Fairy Guanlan responded coolly, and with a gentle wave of her hand, a pure and ethereal light instantly enveloped Lu Yu and the other two, isolating them from the spiritual pressure from the outside world.
"Boom!"
The raging torrent of flames from the Crimson Flame Immortal clashed violently with the oppressive aura of the Xuancang Palace Master's Floating Pagoda, unleashing a deafening roar!
The violent energy shockwave spread wildly in all directions like a destructive tide. The sky seemed to be torn apart, the clouds instantly collapsed and disappeared, and the protective spirit array of the Great Luo Heaven Domain below flickered and wailed violently, almost breaking apart.
Lu Yu frowned slightly, and with a thought, a purple-gold spiritual array pattern spread out from beneath his feet, enveloping the Great Luo Palace behind him and the surrounding area, reinforcing the defense.
Mandala, Little Fairy Doctor, Zi Yan and others were under double protection and were not harmed, but they still looked horrified. Xuan Cang Palace Master swayed slightly but then steadied himself. His eyes shone even brighter. His cultivation had reached the Immortal Grade Heavenly Sovereign. His spiritual power was far more powerful and vast than that of the Crimson Flame Old Immortal. At this moment, he no longer held back, and the illusory image of the Floating Pagoda behind him shone brightly.
Thick, dark golden chains shot out from the tower, engulfing the Crimson Flame Immortal and freezing the space in their wake!
"Well done!"
Although the Crimson Flame Immortal was only at the late stage of the Spiritual Grade Heavenly Sovereign, he showed no fear in the face of the Immortal Grade pressure; on the contrary, his fighting spirit was high.
His wooden cane flew out of his hand, transforming into a ferocious, roaring azure wooden dragon that merged with the flames filling the sky.
At the same time, he snatched the seemingly ordinary red gourd from his waist, and solemnly shouted, "Fire!"
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Suddenly, the red gourd burst forth with a dazzling red light, and endless blazing white flames surged out. These flames were pure in color, but their temperature was unimaginably high. As soon as they appeared, large swathes of the surrounding void melted and collapsed, revealing a pitch-black void!
This red gourd is none other than a peerless celestial artifact! It is one of the treasures of the Tai Ling Ancient Clan, possessing boundless power, enough to make up for the gap in cultivation level between the Crimson Flame Immortal and the Crimson Flame Elder!
The blazing white flames transformed into a boundless sea of fire, violently colliding with, eroding, and annihilating the dark gold chains.
Each collision unleashed blinding bursts of light and destructive ripples, shaking the entire northern sky and startling countless powerful figures who stared in horror in that direction.
The more the Xuancang Palace Master fought, the more alarmed he became. With his Immortal-grade cultivation, he should have had the upper hand, but the Crimson Flame Immortal, relying on the sacred red gourd, was fighting him to a standstill and could not defeat him in a short time.
Below, beside His Highness the Holy Son, was Fairy Guanlan of the Tai Ling Ancient Clan, a renowned beauty of the Tai Ling. If this continued—
There's no time to lose! The Xuancang Palace Master's eyes sharpened, and he had already made his decision. The matter of the Holy Son is of paramount importance; the Eight Divine Veins must not be lost!
He abruptly retreated, temporarily escaping the battle, and his hands swiftly formed an extremely complex and ancient hand seal. A strange clan mark lit up between his brows, resonating with some vast existence in a distant and unknown place.
"Please grant the Grand Elder's decree!" the Xuancang Palace Master roared, his voice filled with respect and determination.
As soon as he finished speaking, a crack silently appeared in the void in front of him, and a blurry figure slowly stepped out from the crack.
The figure was an old man with white hair. The old man looked aged, dressed in a simple gray robe, and there was no spiritual energy emanating from his body. He looked like an old farmer in the fields, completely unremarkable.
But the moment he appeared, the entire boiling world seemed to quiet down. The raging energy storm, the blazing flames, the suppressing golden light—all the chaotic phenomena subsided and dissipated as if ice and snow were melting away.
Both the Crimson Flame Immortal and the Observation Fairy changed color at the same time, their gazes becoming extremely solemn as they looked at the aged figure, their eyes filled with shock and apprehension.
"Futu Xuan!" The old immortal Chiyan tightened his grip on the red gourd, his face darkening.
The newcomer was none other than the current Grand Elder of the Futu Ancient Clan, one of the most powerful figures in the Great Thousand Worlds, Futu Xuan!
Even if what descends at this moment is not the true body, but merely an avatar of spiritual power containing its will, its power is enough to turn the tide.
Fu Tu Xuan's gaze first calmly swept over the Crimson Flame Immortal and the Guanlan Fairy. There was no anger in his eyes, but rather a natural transcendence and majesty.
Immediately, his seemingly cloudy but actually penetrating eyes landed precisely on Lu Yu, who was being protected by the Fairy Guanlan within the light barrier.
The moment his gaze fell upon Lu Yu, a very subtle ripple flashed across Fu Tu Xuan's usually calm face.
With his Saint-level Heavenly Supreme realm and his profound understanding of the bloodline of the Ancient Buddha Clan, even through an avatar, he could clearly sense the surging aura of the Eight Divine Meridians within Lu Yu's body!
He composed himself, looked at the respectfully standing Xuancang Palace Master beside him, nodded slightly, and said in a calm but approving voice, "Good, Xuancang, you did well. You have made a contribution in finding the Holy Son's whereabouts."
Overwhelmed with excitement at receiving the Grand Elder's personal praise, the Xuancang Palace Master quickly bowed and said, "This was merely my duty, and I dare not claim credit. It is entirely thanks to the Grand Elder's wisdom and strategic planning that we were able to find His Highness the Holy Son."
Fu Tu Xuan nodded slightly, said no more, and refocused his gaze on Lu Yu.
"child,"
Fu Tu Xuan's spiritual avatar slowly spoke, his voice carrying an ancient and benevolent quality that commanded respect: "I am Fu Tu Xuan, the Great Elder of the Fu Tu Ancient Clan. What flows within you is the supreme Eight Divine Meridians of our clan. The appearance of these meridians is an omen of our clan's great prosperity."
He paused, then continued, "No matter what your past experiences are like, no matter what doubts you have in your heart, the call of your bloodline will not be false. The Ancient Futu Clan is your true root, and also the most solid support for your future ascension to the Saintly Rank."
"The clan has prepared everything for you: the most ancient ancestral tower inheritance baptism, the most abundant cultivation resources, the safest growth environment, and — the expectations and respect of all clansmen."
His words, spoken slowly and deliberately, carried an irresistible allure, as if stating facts and painting a picture of an infinitely bright future.
At the same time, he did not ignore the Tai Ling Ancient Clan members beside him. He turned his gaze to the Crimson Flame Immortal and the Guanlan Fairy, and said in a calm tone: "Fellow Daoists of the Tai Ling Ancient Clan, this child possesses the eight divine veins of our clan and is our clan's holy son. This matter concerns the very foundation of our clan. Today, we ask that you two do us a favor."
Although the words were polite, the underlying will was undeniable. The fact that Futu Xuan personally projected his avatar here demonstrated the Futu Ancient Clan's determination to succeed.
Crimson Flame Immortal's face flushed red. Facing Fu Tu Xuan, the incarnation of a Saint-grade Heavenly Sovereign, he felt immense pressure. The red gourd in his hand flickered intensely, clearly indicating his extreme resentment and inner struggle.
Fairy Guanlan's expression was also solemn, her usually cold eyes filled with helplessness. Faced with an absolute difference in strength, any reasoning seemed futile.
However, just as the Crimson Flame Immortal was about to grit his teeth and swallow his anger, preparing to temporarily retreat and reconsider his plans, another unexpected event occurred!
"Hehe, old friend Futu Xuan, it's been many years, you're still as dashing as ever."
A clear and gentle, yet boundless and vast, ancient laugh suddenly rang out from the void on the other side.
Immediately afterwards, the void rippled out like water, and endless, gentle and bright holy spiritual light surged out, quickly condensing into the figure of an old man with white hair and a youthful face, wearing a moon-white robe.
The old man had a warm smile on his face and held a bamboo staff that was as green as jade. His aura was harmonious and natural, resonating with heaven and earth. The depth and power of his spiritual energy was in no way inferior to that of Futu Xuan's incarnation!
Another incarnation of the spiritual power of a Saint-grade Heavenly Sovereign!
Moreover, judging from the familiar and vast aura of spiritual light, the identity of the newcomer is obvious. The current Grand Elder of the Tai Ling Ancient Clan, the avatar of the Tai Ming Ancestor, had just condensed when he smiled at the avatar of Fu Tu Xuan, and then looked at Lu Yu below, a deep glint flashing in his eyes.
"It seems that the successor of the Supreme Celestial Light sensed by our clan's ancient map is this young friend? Possessing eight divine meridians and having cultivated our clan's long-lost supreme divine power—tsk tsk, what an extraordinary fate, what extraordinary talent!"
Tai Ming Ancestor said with a smile, his tone relaxed, as if he were just having a casual chat with an old friend.
However, the words "fate" and "talent" in his words were exceptionally clear. Although he did not say it explicitly, he had already made his position clear. He also valued Lu Yu's "connection" with the Tai Ling Ancient Clan very much and would never give it up easily!
"Tai Ming, what do you mean by this?"
Fu Tu Xuan frowned slightly, his gaze sharp as a knife, piercing the smiling face of the Tai Ming Ancestor. His aura subtly trembled, causing the void to quiver.
He paused, his voice low and cold: "This boy is one of the eight divine lineages of my Futu clan. How can you interfere with him with just a word of fate? Has the Tailing Ancient Clan now abandoned all sense of shame and resorted to forcibly seizing members of another clan?"
Before he finished speaking, a nine-tiered pagoda shadow suddenly appeared in the void behind Fu Tu Xuan, and an ancient and chilling pressure spread out.
The Grand Ancestor Tai Ming's smile remained unchanged. With a gentle flick of his sleeve, he quietly dispelled the oppressive aura emanating from the pagoda.
"Futu Xuan, Futu Xuan, we have both lived for tens of thousands of years, why do you always resort to using your power to oppress others? My Tai Ling Ancient Clan has always valued fate and cherished talent, and has never been bound by the concept of bloodline. If we only recognize bloodlines, wouldn't this vast world become a stagnant pool?"
He walked slowly forward, his moon-white robe fluttering without wind, and his body radiated a spiritual light like a river of stars, gentle yet undeniable.
"Young friend, you have cultivated to the highest level of spiritual enlightenment," which resonated with the ancient map—this is a fact. The ancient map possesses a spirit and chooses its master to reside in; how can you deny this with just a phrase like "Eight Divine Veins"?
The Grand Ancestor Tai Ming turned his gaze to Lu Yu, a glint of light flashing in his eyes. His tone softened slightly: "Child, are you willing to become the Holy Son of my clan? I have never taken a disciple in my cultivation so far. But seeing you today, my heart is moved. If you agree, I am willing to personally accept you as my last disciple and open the Tongtian Ancient Hall, silent for a thousand years, to help you solidify your foundation and accumulate profound knowledge."
Upon hearing this, both the Crimson Flame Immortal and the Observation Fairy showed surprise.
The "Tongtian Ancient Palace" is the highest secret place of the Tai Ling Ancient Clan, and can only be entered once by each generation's Holy Son before breaking through to the Saint Rank realm.
Legend has it that time flows at a different speed within, with one year of cultivation being equivalent to ten years in the outside world. Furthermore, countless Saint-level Heavenly Sovereigns sealed their life's legacy in the hall before their passing, leaving it for those with the right destiny.
Fu Tu Xuan frowned, about to retort, when the Tai Ming Ancestor changed the subject, looking at him with a beaming smile: "Fu Tu Xuan, don't be so quick to frown. In my opinion, this child is exceptionally talented, possessing eight divine meridians, and has mastered our clan's long-lost 'Tai Ling Tong Tian Guang' technique. He is truly a rare genius, one in a million. Since both our clans recognize him as our successor, why not—simply accept him as our successor?"
"Take them all?" The Xuancang Palace Master blurted out, his face full of disbelief.
The Grand Ancestor Tai Ming stroked his beard and laughed, "Exactly! Why not establish him as the Holy Son revered by both clans? Your Fu Tu Ancient Clan can bestow upon him the bloodline inheritance and the ancestral tower baptism; my Tai Ling Ancient Clan will pass on to him supernatural powers and secret techniques, and the true meaning of the ancient diagrams. Cultivating both paths simultaneously might just create an unparalleled powerhouse."
He paused, his tone as relaxed as if discussing a trivial matter: "As for his residence—I won't insist. Let him reside permanently within the Futu Ancient Clan; he only needs to be listed as a 'Holy Son' in the register of my Tailing Ancient Clan, and he can pay homage to our ancestral spirits during festivals and ceremonies. My Tailing Ancient Clan has always been carefree and unconventional."
Fu Tu Xuan's expression suddenly darkened, and his fingers tightened slightly in his sleeve.
"Absurd!" His voice was deep and thunderous. "The Holy Son of the Buddha is the lifeblood of a clan. How can he be the Holy Son of two clans and have his heart divided between two clans?"
If this precedent is set, what will become of our ancestral traditions? How will I, an old man, face my ancestors, the ancestors of the ancient Buddhist tribe?
His gaze was like lightning, piercing straight at Ancestor Tai Ming: "Tai Ming, do you really think that a mere 'nominal title' can obscure the fundamental truth? Pure bloodline and unique lineage—these are the foundation upon which my Futu Ancient Clan stands!"
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