Chapter 391: Chapter 244: Reinforcements from All Directions, the Mountain and Water Deities and Lady Qingqiu, Meeting Zhao Xuanwu Again
The worldly blockade was shattered by an Emperor’s imposing presence.
Centered on Celestial Water City, innumerable Sword Cultivators appeared in all directions. Each one stood with extraordinary poise, riding their swords as if they were Celestial Exiled Immortals.
In the void, a violent power lingered, refusing to dissipate. Two figures stood merely a few dozen meters apart, facing each other.
Two extremely powerful auras clashed relentlessly in the void.
They came from two completely different sources.
One was pure, solid gold, radiating immense vitality. The other was a dim, gray mist, exuding a power of deathly stillness and evil.
Lu Mingyuan held the Peach Talisman, his body as straight as a long spear. His eyes flashed like lightning as he stared directly at Witch Palace Language.
The aura emanating from him was already approaching that of a Great Power of the Upper Three Grades.
Witch Palace Language also stood straight, the strange black markings on her forehead and arms emitting a terrifying, dark glow.
Her aura was in no way inferior to Lu Mingyuan’s.
The two focal points of power finally reached their limit.
"BOOM!"
A tremendous roar echoed.
The glow on Witch Palace Language’s body immediately dimmed, and the evil aura coiling around her almost completely dissipated.
"PFFT."
Suddenly, Witch Palace Language’s body trembled violently as she spat out a large mouthful of blood. Her Essence, Qi, and Spirit instantly withered away.
"How can this be? Her Majesty the Empress... was defeated!"
Watching from a distance, the Blood Burial Duke’s eyes widened, unable to believe what he was seeing.
Many experts from the Demon Country were also stunned into a stupor, their eyes fixed on Lu Mingyuan.
The Divine Venerables hidden in the shadows all frowned.
’Even after borrowing the National Fortune to temporarily ascend to the Thirteenth Realm, she still couldn’t defeat the Crown Prince of Great Yan?’
’Impossible.’
"This... This is truly heaven-defying! Lu Mingyuan has shattered Her Majesty’s myth of invincibility!"
The Cultivators from all factions were dumbfounded, their minds completely blank.
Witch Palace Language wiped the blood from the corner of her lips. She glanced at the Cultivators gathering from all directions before her gaze finally settled on Lu Mingyuan. "I never expected to meet such a formidable opponent in the same Realm," she said. "Although you only achieved this by borrowing the power of that Peach Talisman in your hand, being able to injure me is still an incredible feat."
"Rest assured, I will return soon to fight you again, and we will settle this for good."
With that, Witch Palace Language used a powerful form of Witchcraft to shatter space. Employing what seemed to be a Divine Technique of the Spatial Ancestral Witch, she traversed the void and vanished.
Lu Mingyuan simply watched in silence, making no move to stop her.
As he watched, a tremor ran through his chest, and he had to forcefully suppress the mouthful of blood that almost burst from his lips.
The final blow had been so vicious. Even Witch Palace Language, with her terrifying power akin to a Divine Being, who had summoned the Ancient God Emperor Jiang and mobilized the Great Nether’s Fortune, had suffered such grievous injuries. ’So how could Lu Mingyuan possibly be unharmed?’
He was deliberately suppressing his injuries to intimidate the demonic horde and steady the morale of his troops. After all, if they knew he was also wounded, they would never pass up such a perfect opportunity.
In reality, Lu Mingyuan had not fared much better.
He had endured immense pressure from the impact of the Great Nether’s Fortune’s terrifying power.
He was gravely injured. It wasn’t just his Flesh Body; his Divine Soul had also sustained severe damage. If not for his formidable strength, his extraordinary Martial Dao bloodline, and the enhancement from his Fate Grid, he would never have been able to last this long.
His power had already returned to its original level.
It was as if all the strength had been drained from his body, leaving him utterly limp.
The majestic, thousand-zhang-tall Martial Dao Body also slowly faded away.
The Primordial Qi in his Acupoints was long since depleted.
This was the first time he had ever encountered an enemy as powerful as the Great Nether Empress.
It was true that Lu Mingyuan was unrivaled within his realm.
But the Great Nether Empress’s strength was also unfathomable. Just like him, she could continuously draw upon the power of Divine Beings to temporarily enhance her own strength. She was the same type of person he was.
For every bit of strength he gained, Witch Palace Language grew stronger as well.
The two were perpetually deadlocked.
In the end, they both reached their limit.
Both were grievously wounded.
After spending some time, Lu Mingyuan finally managed to purge all the corrosive Demonic Qi from his body.
"Do you vile demons think Celestial Water City is a place you can just come and go as you please?"
An ancient voice drifted down from the void.
An old man with white hair and a white beard, a Thunder Seal floating in his palm, and a Daoist crown upon his head descended from the sky, treading on mist. He had the very bearing of an immortal.
With but a slight lift of his finger, world-shaking bolts of purple lightning appeared on the Thunder Seal.
"BOOM!"
A single bolt of Divine Thunder descended, striking the ground like a celestial pillar as thick as a dragon-serpent. In the blink of an eye, it annihilated thousands of creatures.
Seeing this man, the pupils of many Cultivators constricted in shock.
"That’s the Celestial Master’s Mansion’s sect-guarding treasure—the Celestial Master Seal!"
"The Elder Celestial Master has come himself?!"
"The Elder Celestial Master hasn’t stepped outside the Celestial Master’s Mansion in a hundred years, but today he’s broken his seclusion!"
A deep sense of respect welled up in Lu Mingyuan’s heart upon seeing this elder’s arrival.
’The Celestial Master’s Mansion... As one of the foremost Immortal Influences in the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, they have helped me immensely.’
’Yun Qinghe, Xu Changqing, and Fairy Ci Hang are all from the Celestial Master’s Mansion.’
’Now, with the Elder Celestial Master himself coming to my aid, their sincerity is obvious.’
’Could this also be one of Elder Mr. Qi’s arrangements?’
Lu Mingyuan couldn’t help but speculate.
"The Yuqing Peach Talisman... it’s actually in Your Highness’s possession."
The Elder Celestial Master’s gaze immediately fell upon Lu Mingyuan’s palm.
It was fixed on the seemingly ordinary Peach Talisman.
He, of course, knew what it symbolized.
The Celestial Master’s Mansion’s traditions had followed the Yuqing Lineage for thousands of years, yet in all that time, no one had managed to obtain the Peach Talisman.
The fact that Lu Mingyuan now possessed the Peach Talisman was the ultimate proof.
