svetikya Chapter 31 Finally Obtaining the Mountain Treasure
Chapter 31 Finally Obtaining the Mountain Treasure
A catastrophe descended upon the world, bringing chaos and destruction.
The majestic mountains have either collapsed or become broken mountains; the earth is cracked; the mountains and rivers are shattered; and floods, ferocious beasts, and poisonous insects roam everywhere.
The silver moon rises, and the mountains and rivers are silent.
As far as the eye can see, the once prosperous metropolis has been reduced to ruins, and the vast plains that were once suitable for the reproduction of life are now lifeless, filled only with bones.
The night wind swept across the earth, making a howling sound, like someone weeping.
Shi Zhao walked through the shattered wilderness, his body still damp with blood, his once vibrant clothes now tattered and tinged with a poignant crimson.
The night breeze was quite strong, lifting her hair and revealing a pair of bright and resolute eyes.
On that day, after the primordial spirit returned to its physical body, various problems arose one after another. It was as if a gap had appeared between the spirit and the body, and they were no longer as harmonious as before.
In short, the primordial spirit is unwilling to return to the prison of the physical body, and the physical body also instinctively resists an overly powerful primordial spirit.
She coughed up blood all night before finally managing to completely implant her primordial spirit into her physical body.
He then forcibly condensed his primordial spirit and, using a method he had unexpectedly comprehended during his Blood Transformation Realm, transformed the dissipated primordial spirit power into a secret power that could nourish and replenish his physical body.
With the blood of the Devouring Sky Sparrow that he had collected along the way, he directly opened up the eighth cave heaven.
Later, she followed the traces of the great war, witnessing too many human tragedies along the way, and also killing many ferocious beasts and birds of prey.
The mountains and rivers were crimson, and blood flowed for ten thousand miles.
She grew increasingly silent, yet her heart burned ever brighter!
The Luofu Great Marsh, once a beautiful, azure sea dotted with numerous islands, has now become a battleground, half-destroyed, with thousands of miles of water evaporated.
"Qiongqi, although you are a remnant species, you are still astonishing. You have seized the creation of heaven and earth and are comparable to the strongest beings." The little red bird shouted from the midst of the raging flames.
"But what have you done? You were once a sacrificial spirit of an ancient kingdom, but after absorbing the power of faith, you refused to stay and guard one place. Instead, you devoured the entire population of that kingdom. You are truly vicious and wicked!"
She was badly injured. She had already been fighting Zhu Yan for two or three years, and now she was fighting battles day and night. She was really about to collapse.
"Hehe, so what?" Qiongqi was extremely indifferent, his emerald green eyes radiating a cold light, and his killing intent shook the surrounding area.
It is blood red all over, and looks like both a tiger and a bull. It has a wide mouth and fangs, much like a fierce tiger, while its eyes and horns on its head resemble a wild bull.
It has a pair of wings on its back, like demonic wings, bright red and terrifying, but they are incomplete. Its body is covered with sharp, hedgehog-like hairs, which are broken into pieces.
Clearly, it was in a bad situation as well. It had been severely damaged by the combined attack of Zhuque and Zhuyan, and if it hadn't been for another disruptor appearing halfway through, it would probably have been eliminated long ago.
On the other side, a golden divine ape roared, with three heads and six arms, standing tall and upright. It was Zhu Yan, with an extremely strong physique, but it was also covered in blood and seriously injured.
"I already know who you are. I didn't expect you, old bird, to still be alive. Now you dare to come and compete for the sacred artifact? Aren't you afraid your good disciple will find out?"
The swan bird remained silent. It had survived by sheer willpower, but its physical condition was still very poor. How could it not be tempted by the birth of this sacred object?
Even at the cost of revealing their identities, they are determined to compete for it, hoping to continue their journey.
"My life is nearing its end. Now that I've made my move, I've made my decision. No need for further words, little monkey, take my final blow."
A pair of divine wings appeared behind the swan-like bird saint, tearing through the sky and sweeping towards Zhu Yan.
But then, it revealed its true form, an old white swan spreading its wings and spitting out a gleaming white divine sword—a sword formed from a bird's beak—severing one of Zhu Yan's arms. Then, it picked up the mountain treasure in its hand and turned to leave, its speed astonishing and its disappearance in the blink of an eye!
"Roar! You old bastard, you have no martial ethics! You sneak up on me and try to trick me!" Zhu Yan was furious and threw the iron rod in his hand as if it were a spear.
The little red bird and Qiongqi immediately stopped their confrontation and chased after them together.
"Trying to leave? No way!"
Shi Zhao, who was watching the battle from a distance, could no longer hide. When he saw the old swan flying towards him, he drew his bow and shot out all three Peng Feather Arrows.
The blessing left by the Willow Goddess had not yet dissipated, and each arrow was enough to wound the Venerable One.
"Whoosh!!!" The arrow, as bright as a rainbow and as if cast in gold, pierced the sky.
The swan bird saint was hit by an arrow, after all, it was just a spiritual body, and it had no other choice but to forcibly seize the mountain treasure and fly away.
At the same time, the other three Venerables also rushed over. Without bothering to investigate who fired the sneak attack, they all immediately began to fight over the mountain treasure.
As a result, after Shanbao changed hands several times, it was hit by an iron rod and sent flying, smashing several mountain peaks.
Shi Zhao stared at the mountain treasure flying rapidly toward him. His bright eyes widened at first, then suddenly narrowed. He had a thousand words in his heart, but he didn't know where to begin.
She hurriedly took out the black cauldron, enlarged it, and then shrank under it.
With a "thud," Shanbao fell right into the cauldron.
The black cauldron revived, emitting various sacrificial sounds, revealing ancient ancestors and various traces.
Adorned with the sun, moon, and stars, ancient ferocious beasts and divine birds soaring into the sky, and further featuring flowers, birds, insects, fish, and waterfalls, this scene is truly magnificent.
The next moment, several terrifying attacks fell simultaneously.
Shi Zhao immediately rolled over and hid inside the cauldron. At the critical moment, the black cauldron displayed its extraordinary power, with amazing defensive capabilities. Hiding inside allowed him to avoid most of the damage.
She was about to use the same trick again, revealing her primordial spirit to escape with the cauldron and the mountain treasure, figuring that the three guys were already at their limit and that as long as she ran fast enough, she would win.
Unexpectedly, the treasure shone brightly in the cauldron, and the black cauldron seemed to resonate with it. Faint runes appeared and disappeared within it, and it tore open a void rift and fell in.
"..."
The little red bird stared wide-eyed. Her whole body was crimson, except for her eyes, which were clear and black like jewels. At that moment, she couldn't help but roll her eyes.
Zhu Yan gasped, feeling a sharp pain in his teeth. He threw down the iron rod in his hand, collapsed onto his backside, and remained silent.
Qiongqi was so angry that it trembled all over and roared incessantly, completely going mad and plowing up the already broken mountains and rivers around it once again.
The sage swan's spirit form was the most direct, filled with rage and resentment, instantly transforming into a shower of light and dissipating...
"Where did I come from? Is this still the Great Wilderness?"
Shi Zhao climbed out of the black cauldron and looked at the dark and gloomy world before him, speechless for a moment.
Looking around, all that could be seen was desolation.
The mountains and rivers were shattered, everything was decaying, and there was not a trace of life left.
This is a desolate land, vast and boundless, with ribbons of gray mist swirling around it. In the far distance, dark whirlwinds whip up dust and sand, and crimson lightning strikes down from time to time.
This is a small world, but it is already "dead" and on the verge of destruction.
She sensed something, and in a daze, she seemed to feel the faint breathing of this world, see the fierce battles of her ancestors, and hear the funeral dirge of the gods.