Chapter 398: Chapter 251: Cultivation World 41_3
First Mountain Gate: Skeletons form the "Nine Nether Soul-Locking Array," using the same source of spiritual energy to corrode the Mountain Protection Array, and Qingxuan disciples’ sword techniques are pierced through the chest by the skeletons of former fellow disciples before they can be unleashed.
The skeletons followed Si Lingle all the way into the main peak of Qingxuan Sect. Along the way, Si Lingle put the Qingchu Sword into her storage bag, then handed it to the flying device, sending it away with the bag.
In front of the sect’s main hall, seven elders in seclusion burned their lifespans to activate the "Beidou Refining Spirit Array."
In the array’s light, the Golden and Ink Dual Pupils exploded into a fountain of blood, and Si Lingle laughed madly like a cuckoo bird: "Reincarnation? I am the Netherworld Road Mark!"
The corpse army self-destructed, turning into a monstrous blood mist, with the corrosive blood rain drenching the golden roofs of the temple. At the array hub, there was only half a left eyeball embedded in the floor tiles, and the ink flowed into an ominous prophecy: "Old bones, new soul, forever suppress Qingxuan."
The Qingxuan Sect never expected that a cultivator of the Divinity Transformation Stage would kill so many high-level cultivators of the Qingxuan Sect and even kill their way into the sect’s main hall.
But now Si Lingle is dead, and they can’t even crush her bones and scatter her ashes.
In a cave mansion within a certain mountain range.
Si Lingle opened her eyes.
The one fighting Qingxuan Sect was Si Lingle’s doppelganger, Nan Hua.
Si Lingle used the teleporter to reunite with her doppelganger. She spent half a year transferring her cultivation to the doppelganger, raising it to her level.
Then she handed over her Lifebound Sword and the Reincarnation Realm to the doppelganger, instructing it to reveal the secrets of the Lower Qingxuan to the world.
She didn’t believe that other sects wouldn’t oppose Qingxuan Sect.
However, Si Lingle didn’t expect her doppelganger to fight against Qingxuan Sect and kill so many of their high-level cultivators.
Now that the doppelganger’s life path has ended, Si Lingle is worried that Qingxuan Sect will take revenge on her master, a few disciples, or the Heavenly Dao Sect.
With Qingxuan Sect losing so many high-level cultivators, they might retaliate against the sect, but they could target a few disciples instead.
Si Lingle contacted her master and a few disciples, asking if they would leave the Lower Qingxuan with her.
Yun Ya, who had no family ties, expressed a willingness to leave, but the remaining five disciples had families and didn’t want to leave them behind.
Since they didn’t want to leave, Si Lingle left some things stored in the cave mansion for them to retrieve, to protect their families.
But her master never returned her message, and Si Lingle wondered if her master had already left this pseudo-realm.
Two months later, Yun Ya met Si Lingle at the Golden Cloud Dragon Sea.
"Master," Yun Ya said with a respectful gesture.
"Did you get any news about your grandmaster?"
"I inquired around; it seems the grandmaster took on a sect mission and left the sect," Yun Ya didn’t know that the information he heard was false news released by Jinglan Sect Master.
"Then your grandmaster should have already left here."
"Let’s go." Si Lingle took out the Spirit Boat, and the two boarded it, heading to other realms.
As for which realm they might reach, that would depend on luck.
Six years later, the Spirit Ship arrived at the barrier of the pseudo-realm.
Si Lingle took half a year to break open a hole in the barrier. Once it was broken, the Spirit Ship flew out, and it was still over the ocean.
However, this sea was far more dangerous than the sea of the pseudo-realm.
This sea was perpetually covered by dark purple thunderclouds.
The clouds didn’t float in the sky but instead rolled directly within the seawater. Lightning, like countless tail-biting dragons, sparked between scales, turning the seawater into a verdant purple mist.
Every three hundred miles on the sea, a funnel-shaped whirlpool would appear, with the center of a vortex over a thousand feet wide swallowing and spewing black thunder slurry.
This was not ordinary lightning but the Power of Punishment leaking from the Ancient Thunder Pool. A single drop could leave a permanent dao wound on a cultivator’s Golden Core.
Once, a Nascent Soul Cultivator’s Glazed Bone Boat was sucked into it, instantly turning into a floating mass of charred corpses, their skeletal hands still clutching unreleased Thunder Protection Talismans in a manipulating-the-formula posture.
When the thunderclouds reached the breaking point, a hurricane would form an inverted demon’s pupil.
The pupil, composed of flickering Thunder Essence, would blink, raining down a thunderstorm carrying space fragments each time it did.
The most terrifying aspect was that these raindrops wouldn’t disperse upon hitting the ground; instead, they would converge into semi-transparent Thunder Spirits, chasing the spiritual energy fluctuations of cultivators, and instantaneously detonating their True Yuan upon contact.
In the abyss zone, where lightning was densest, bone dragons of mountain-like proportions would often float up.
These ancient fierce beasts slain by Heavenly Thunder hadn’t truly perished. Every dragon bone’s surface was crawling with pulsating thunder patterns.
When the Spirit Boat sailed by, cyan and purple soul fire would rise from the bone gaps, transforming into the appearance they had in life.
The only plant capable of growing in the Thunder Sea was the entirely silver-white Thunder Shocking Wood, with its roots directly embedded in the depths of the thunderclouds.
On nights of the new moon, these demonic trees would produce Thunder Fruit the size of an infant’s fist, with the surface of the fruit covered in pulsating talismanic patterns.
The picker must irrigate the tree roots with lifeblood essence, as a slight misstep would trigger the tree crown’s accumulated hundred-year Thunder Evil.
However, if successfully harvested, a single Thunder Fruit could equate to a century of hard cultivation—the cost being that every full moon night thereafter, one must endure the torturous roasting of their marrow by lightning fire.
Si Lingle’s Spirit Ship had been modified, equipped with a lightning rod to direct these thunders into the Ten Thousand Tribulations Thunder Pot (an Acquired Spiritual Treasure).
The Ten Thousand Tribulations Thunder Pot was something Si Lingle exchanged for at the Outer Domain Battlefield.
Its exterior, the bronze pot body was engraved with three hundred and sixty Kui Thunder Patterns, with a mouth embedded with a lightning-struck Thunder Beast horn.
Characteristics:
With every heavenly tribulation endured, the pot’s thunder slurry would form a Tribulation Thunder Pearl.
Inside the pot were nine layers of Thunder Prison, with the bottom sealing the remnant souls of the ancient Thunder Department’s true gods.
Fatal flaw: The holder’s heavenly tribulation power would triple during tribulation crossing.
Because of this Ten Thousand Tribulations Thunder Pot, Si Lingle safely traversed this sea.
