Chapter 1291 - 571: The Grass on His Grave Is More Than a Few Yards Tall—Directly Becomes the Most Useless Martial Soul (Part 2)

Chapter 1291: Chapter 571: The Grass on His Grave Is More Than a Few Yards Tall—Directly Becomes the Most Useless Martial Soul (Part 2)

According to the Dragon Race, it’s as if an ancient bell has been struck at this moment.

"Thud!"

On the Ascension Platform, there were only three people and a Mecha, and at this moment, Zhao Yuanming, Xue Yue, and Chen Xuan, as if hit by a giant hammer, all involuntarily hunched over, even raising their heads to look up became a luxury.

Xue Yue and Zhao Yuanming’s faces were as pale as paper at this moment, veins bulging, their knees trembling, barely supporting themselves from completely kneeling, but the shock in their hearts was like a raging storm——this released power far exceeded a Nascent Soul.

Not even a Nascent Soul at the Transformation stage could achieve this! Could it be the legendary... Tribulation Transcender?!

Qingyuan Sect actually really alarmed such an existence for this matter. If the information Lin Li relayed is false, would the great power conveniently tear down their city, since it’s just as easy to do so!

At this moment, he perfectly played the classic role of a passerby gasping in shock.

At the center of the space rift, a figure stepped out, treading the violent space turbulence.

He appeared to be around forty, dressed in a simple azure robe, just like the one Shanqing Daoist had fashioned for himself in the forbidden land, with ordinary features, deep eyes, no sharp aura showing.

It was precisely this restraint, coupled with the terrifying pressure that suppressed heaven and earth, that made him seem even more unfathomable.

But his current condition wasn’t particularly good, his aura was chaotic, and at the cuff of his robe, there seemed to be several small space cracks that hadn’t fully healed, evidently having paid a significant price to forcibly tear through space to teleport over a distance of ten thousand miles even for someone of his standing, couldn’t remain completely unharmed.

Normally his aura wouldn’t leak at all, the oppressive feeling emanating now was a testament to his "injury", "loss of control".

But such injuries were trivial, his gaze instantly locked onto the weakly glowing jade talisman on the Ascension Platform, as well as the barely breathing Chen Xuan beside it.

Then, it turned to the most eye-catching thing in the field, the only unmoved thing under the suppression—the Mecha.

Without any unnecessary movement, or even a ripple of spatial fluctuation, this azure-robed Daoist’s figure appeared directly before the Mecha as if teleporting, his gaze fell upon the Mecha’s face.

"You are Lin Li? Claiming to be the last disciple taken in by my senior disciple’s Spiritual Body?" He asked.

"Tsk."

When this figure appeared, Lin Li seemed unaffected, but in reality had been quite shaken for a while——

[Warning! Detected high-energy space distortion field!]

[Warning! External space structure stability below safe threshold!]

[Warning! Unknown high-intensity mental/energy field interference! Partial sensors failing!]

[Propulsion vector nozzle stability abnormal! Suggest limiting output... ]

From the moment it appeared, the Mecha had been popping up a series of red system error messages and efficiency drop percent notifications.

And at this moment, when the Mecha was completely locked by the other party, these originally yellow alerts instantly turned red, wildly scrolling across Lin Li’s virtual display screen.

Looks like, having a physical body really matters when it comes to strength.

A complete-bodied Tribulation Transcender unleashing full power, compared to the Spiritual Body state of Shanqing Daoist in the forbidden land, was truly worlds apart.

But what does it matter.

They are all family he has never met.

Lin Li took a deep breath, withstanding this oppressive force, and let the Mecha’s external speakers emit clearly and respectfully:

"Junior Lin Li, greets senior, every word I said is true, Shanqing Daoist, Cloud Sword Immortal Deng Wen, Granny Guan Zhu, the three seniors indeed continue to suppress and obliterate the demonic remnants with their Spiritual Body forms in the core of the Ancient Battlefield Forbidden Land at Inverted Mountain! By chance, junior was able to enter the forbidden land, and was favored by the three seniors, taught and passed on, hence claiming to be the last disciple..."

All the while, once again activated the Mecha’s holographic projection system.

This time, the light and shadow directly projected into the void in front of the azure-robed Daoist...

"This is one of the tokens Grandpa Shanqing entrusted to junior to bring back to the sect!"

"Dare I ask for senior’s specific name, honorific name, Grandpa Shanqing prepared many private ’letters’, if senior was familiar with him a hundred years ago, with your strength, he must have prepared a ’private letter’ for you."

"Dao name Cyan Mist, Supreme Elder of Qingyuan Sect, also my senior brother Shan Qing’s fellow junior disciple."

Cyan Mist Daoist’s voice was deep, and concise.

"I have it, senior uncle!" Lin Li immediately responded, fingers swiftly sliding on the control panel, bringing up the video file marked Cyan Mist.

The projection beam lit up again, a massive image unfolded before Cyan Mist Daoist.

The edge of Cyan Mist Daoist’s vision swept over, almost at the moment the image appeared, he waved a large hand, an invisible and immense power instantly enveloped the entire top space of the Ascension Platform.

Zhao Yuanming, Xue Yue, and Chen Xuan only felt the scene before them instantly blur and distort as if isolated from another world, unable to hear or see any movements occurring within the core area.

Within the area.

In the projection, Shanqing Daoist’s image was incomparably vivid and lively, sitting cross-legged on a modern chair, although his tone was calm, the pitch was still peculiar:

"Junior disciple, still alive huh. Haven’t seen you in a hundred years, you should be doing well by now, right?

Tsk, a hundred years really flew by. Now when I think of you, I can’t help but remember back in the day on the back mountain, you urinated by the shore, and ended up hitting the head of the sect’s Spirit Beast down the mountain, really nostalgic, the enraged Spirit Beast, me enjoying the show, you getting a beating..."

"How about it, me being dead for a hundred years, have you taken over my nest..."

The video continued playing.

"...because I don’t know if you are alive or not, I won’t waste more breath talking to you, I’ll talk more when you reply later."

"Anyway, I’ll leave Lin Li in your care, treat him well, alright, I’m off to record Shoujing’s letter, farewell."

Cyan Mist Daoist quietly stood, his body like a sculpture.

The hand clasped behind his back imperceptibly tightened, his eyes swirling with complex emotions, like a volcano suppressed for a hundred years.

The familiar tone, demeanor, those dusty, only mutually known detailed past events... all of it was like a heavy hammer.

The figure of his senior brother before his eyes overlapped, tore apart, and fused again with the memory of that decisive figure rushing into the demonic formation a hundred years ago.

Once again, the celestial phenomena began to shift with the fluctuations of his aura, and subtle ripples appeared in the surrounding space.

But ultimately, all intense emotions settled into a profound, perpetually reminiscent silence.

"Cyan Mist senior, Shoujing senior...didn’t he come with you?"

Seeing Cyan Mist Daoist remain silent, Lin Li hesitated and still asked.

This Shoujing Taoist was also an elder within the sect, from the same era as Shan Qing and Cyan Mist.

Hearing this, Cyan Mist Daoist closed his eyes, shook his head: "He, cannot come."

"Apologies."

"Then if given the chance, please allow me to offer a stick of incense before his portrait on behalf of Grandpa Shanqing." Lin Li gently spoke.

Cyan Mist Daoist glanced at Lin Li: "He is only in seclusion."

Lin Li: "..."

"Also," Cyan Mist Daoist spoke again.

"Please speak," Lin Li listened intently.

Cyan Mist Daoist: "Back then, it was him who urinated on the Spirit Beast’s head, and he who was beaten, I was the one watching, he was talking nonsense."

Lin Li: "..."

Where is your focus.

"Don’t you believe it?" Seeing Lin Li silent, Cyan Mist Daoist frowned, "It’s true, I can swear to it."

"No, I believe it, precisely because I’ve interacted with Grandpa Shanqing, I believe it very much," Lin Li’s mouth twitched slightly, "Even if you said he once urinated on your master’s head, I would believe it."

Lin Li seriously suspected.

If Shanqing Daoist lived in the modern era, he would really be the kind of person who buys insurance for his son yesterday and today takes tissues to the insurance company for claims.

Upon hearing this, Cyan Mist Daoist remained silent, merely gazing at Lin Li with a peculiar look.

Lin Li: "..."

"Did he... really urinate?"

Cyan Mist Daoist averted his gaze, nodding:

"Not exactly urination, but doing things of similar nature."

"And did it many times."

"Yes, if it weren’t for his extraordinary talent, if the master wasn’t reluctant to kill him, the grass on his grave would have already anthropomorphized into a demon."

Lin Li: "..."