svetikya Chapter 20 Sweeping Away the Trap
Chapter 20 Sweeping Away the Trap
Fine, scattered light rain fell, which was the dissipation of the primordial spirit power of the ancient ancestral king.
The ground was littered with bones and bloodstains. This ancestral king from ancient times, a descendant of the Eight Divine Generals, was completely dead.
Purple Mountain was once the Daoist temple of the Immortal Emperor and the residence of the Eight Divine Generals. Yet this Ancestral King was killed here and ended his life in a sorry state.
This seems to foreshadow that there is no immortal tradition in the world, and even the greatest inheritance will one day come to an end.
Faced with this situation, Hua Yunfei felt no empathy whatsoever.
Who gave this ancestral king the right to make his move first?
"Our patriarch truly possesses extraordinary abilities, ending this battle so quickly."
Hua Yunfei spoke, his eyes shining as he examined the shattered body of the Ancestral King on the ground.
In his eyes, these were all treasures!
Ye Fan, standing to the side, was also filled with admiration, which strengthened his resolve to become a Source Master.
"It's not over yet. Now that we've made our move, we should wipe them all out!"
Zhang Lin stood tall in the void, exuding an astonishing aura.
His words were calm, but to Hua Yunfei and the other man, they were like a raging storm, shaking their very souls.
"And...we still have to kill the Ancestral King?"
Ye Fan was somewhat incredulous. Was this Ancestor Yuan Tian really that powerful?
Killing one was not enough, so they went to kill the whole family. Were all the Yuan Celestial Masters this vicious?
"Kill! Of course we must kill! Did you see the murals before? These ancient races emerged hundreds of thousands of years ago and slaughtered countless humans."
Hua Yunfei raised both hands in agreement.
"The saying goes, 'Eliminate evil completely.' Now that we've started a war against them, we should naturally make sure it's over once and for all."
"I'm afraid that the patriarch can't support the whole family alone."
Hua Yunfei shook the Devouring Demon Jar: "We have an Emperor-level weapon in our hands. If we hand it over to the Ancestral Master, it will be enough to suppress all our enemies!"
"Okay!" Zhang Lin uttered only one word, staring into the depths of Purple Mountain.
Having spent many years in the Purple Mountain, he knew the ins and outs of these ancient creatures and was confident that he could wipe them all out.
Hua Yunfei handed the Devouring Demon Jar to Zhang Lin, saying, "Master, be careful!"
He kept a trick up his sleeve; instead of handing over the entire Devouring Demon Jar, he left the lid behind.
This way, even if the evil spirit within Zhang Lin suddenly revives and becomes hostile to them, he will have a means of countermeasure.
This also ensures that Zhang Lin can successfully suppress and kill the other Ancestral Kings within Purple Mountain.
With half an imperial weapon in hand, wouldn't it be a piece of cake to face several saint-level ancestral kings?
"The weapons of the ancient emperors are indeed powerful; they can suppress the evil spirits within me and keep me conscious."
Zhang Lin, covered in red fur and with sharp claws on his fingers, stood still, holding the jar and carefully examining it.
Hua Yunfei breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, but suddenly he was genuinely afraid that Zhang Lin might suddenly attack him.
That would be a tragedy.
Deep in the Purple Mountain, a row of crystal coffins are displayed.
Each crystal coffin was engraved with dense patterns, clearly indicating its significant origin.
At the very center, several of the largest crystal coffins emanated an astonishing holy aura.
The ancestral king inside has awakened and is preparing to emerge to face the impending great battle.
After all, Zhang Lin's battle with that old Primordial Ancestor King had caused quite a stir before his death.
This disturbed the ancestral king who was sleeping there.
A loud roar rang out, and a red-haired creature with its fur standing on end arrived—it was Zhang Lin.
"Hmph!" A cold snort rang out, and a crystal coffin in the center exploded.
An ancient ancestral king broke free from his seal, possessing three vertical eyes and six arms.
He charged straight at Zhang Lin.
"We are under the command of the Immortal Emperor, and you dare to kill the Eight Divine Generals..." the Ancestral King said coldly.
"So what if I kill him?" Zhang Lin remained unmoved and showed no fear.
Just now, Zhang Lin used his own cultivation to forcefully kill that Ancestral King in order to demonstrate to his juniors Hua Yunfei and Ye Fan the future direction of Origin Technique cultivation.
However, he is no longer prepared to personally fight them.
With a flick of his wrist, he summoned the Devouring Demon Jar, unleashing its supreme divine power. A streak of dark light swept forward with overwhelming force.
The ancestral king who rushed over couldn't even react in time, and before he could even utter a sound, he was reduced to ashes in an instant.
"Has this ancestral king been asleep for too long? Has his brain gone mad, charging up here to his death..."
Hua Yunfei, who was following behind, happened to see this scene and made a mocking remark.
Ye Fan, standing to the side, couldn't laugh at all; his eyes were filled with awe for the ancient emperor.
The power of the Devouring Demon Jar in Zhang Lin's hands was completely different from that in Hua Yunfei's hands.
It's like night and day.
One of the ancestral kings was thus killed in a single encounter, reduced to ashes in a single battle.
"broken!"
Suddenly, Hua Yunfei slapped his thigh, his face filled with grief.
Ye Fan was startled, unsure what had gone wrong, and quickly asked, "What's wrong?"
Even Zhang Lin, who was standing in front of him, paused for a moment.
"That's an Ancestral King, and he's in his prime, his essence far surpassing that old codger from before."
"To be reduced to ashes like that, what a waste!"
Ye Fan: "..."
He didn't know what to say. With a formidable enemy at hand, Hua Yunfei was still thinking about the bodies of these ancient ancestral kings.
"boom!"
Three giant coffins exploded one after another in front of the crystal coffins that were displayed.
The three ancestral kings soared into the sky, fully reviving.
"Ancient Imperial Weapon!"
"Damn it... how can there be a weapon of this caliber..."
The three newly born Ancestral Kings looked extremely grim. How could they possibly fight an opponent of equal rank who was wielding an Emperor-level weapon?
Let alone the three of them, what if there were three hundred of them?
One of the Ancestral Kings said bitterly, "It's a pity that we lost our ancient imperial array flags; otherwise, the outcome would have been uncertain!"
Zhang Lin said expressionlessly, "It's in my hands. Now, on your way!"
"Buzz!"
The Devouring Demon Jar vibrated, and the supreme imperial might spread. Zhang Lin stepped forward, ready to suppress and kill.
"Walk!"
The three ancestral kings couldn't muster any fighting spirit at all; they only had this one thought left.
"Escape? Where can you escape to from here?"
Zhang Lin sneered, and primordial patterns appeared from all directions, turning the entire Purple Mountain into a cage that trapped the three Ancestral Kings.
In this terrain of Zishan, Zhang Lin has an unparalleled advantage.
"roar!"
The three Ancestral Kings, their bodies radiating with Dao principles, burned their lives recklessly in an attempt to break through the barrier of the Origin Heaven Divine Array.
It's all in vain!
Even if the Origin Heaven Divine Array can only trap them for a short while, that will be enough!
Three streaks of dark light flashed by, like celestial beings descending from the heavens, carrying supreme divine might, and were about to pierce through the three ancestral kings in an instant.
"puff!"
With a soft thud, the heads of the three ancestral kings exploded and turned into ashes, their primordial spirits vanishing in an instant.
However, the remaining physical body was preserved.
Clearly, Zhang Lin learned from his experience this time and preserved the precious physical body of the Ancestral King.
"It's not over yet. There are still a large number of descendants of the Eight Divine Generals in Purple Mountain." Although the Ancestral King is no longer among them, they are still a considerable force.
Zhang Lin left behind only this sentence, and then the Origin Heaven Divine Pattern beneath his feet flashed and he disappeared from the spot.
He's obviously gone to clean up the mess.