Chapter 251: Primordial Lamp
“Rumble!”
“Splash!”
Thirty-six bolts of lightning tore through the sky dome, flying over Dragon Hall and Long Ting’s heads, striking the sea surface dozens of zhang ahead of them, churning the seawater.
The waves subsided, and Lu Cangsheng’s figure appeared, standing on the shoulder of the Thunder Department Deity’s light shadow.
He looked back.
Behind him, Tang Wan Qiu, Cang Li, Zhu Yi Bai, Yin Nine, Yang Qingxi, Shi Shishi, and a man and a woman from Thousand Mile Mountain—many figures, drawing ever closer.
“Is this the end of the road?”
Dragon Hall smiled bitterly to himself, gazing at the Dragon Palace now within reach, his heart filled with utter unwillingness, yet he knew that today, there was no escaping no matter what: “Long Ting, Lu Cangsheng is after the various tickets on me. I can hold him back, buying you a chance at survival. The future of Dragon Gate… I entrust to you…”
“Bro, let’s join forces and fight our way through. Lu Cangsheng can’t stop us,” Long Ting said.
“No chance. If those people behind catch up, you’ll die too. Of the two of us, one must survive.”
Blood mist burned on Dragon Hall’s body, dragon’s roars echoing one after another within him. Alone, he charged straight at Lu Cangsheng: “Lu Cangsheng, do you think you’re worthy of the Longevity Pill Voucher, Dragon Seed Voucher, and Dragon Bone Ticket on me?”
The thick magic energy on Dragon Hall parted the sea surface, carving out a surging tidal path.
Lu Cangsheng’s gaze was still as a calm lake, his five fingers extending forward.
Countless lightning light marks rushed out from his fingertips, colliding with Dragon Hall’s Azure Dragon Battle Intent.
“Roar!”
A dragon’s roar resounded.
A five-zhang-long Azure Dragon light shadow, enveloping Dragon Hall within, leaped up from the sea surface.
Man struck with palm, dragon clawed out, attacking Lu Cangsheng.
“Rumble!”
Lu Cangsheng stood motionless in midair, the Thunder Department Deity Battle Intent under his feet swinging its arm, shattering the dragon claw and carrying myriad lightning bolts to strike Dragon Hall, sending him flying with blood spurting from his mouth.
Long Ting did not veer away to escape but followed closely, releasing a magic energy cloud to catch Dragon Hall.
“Dragon Hall, I truly don’t want to fight you in your heavily injured state. Winning would bring no sense of accomplishment. But for the Longevity Pill, Dragon Seed, and Dragon Bone, and for Dragon Gate’s betrayal of the Human Race, your death is well-deserved.”
Lu Cangsheng leaped forward, raising his right hand overhead, drawing electric light from the sky dome above.
In the rumbling, he swung his arm downward. Dozens of lightning bolts twisted together like vines, striking toward Dragon Hall and Long Ting simultaneously.
“Give me your hand!”
Dragon Hall roared, grabbing Long Ting’s left hand. From his lower abdomen Zu Tian burst forth immortal mist, a dragon soul flying out and fusing with the Azure Dragon Battle Intent, surging into Long Ting’s body.
The reason Dragon Hall earned the title of Banished Immortal was that at his birth, immortal radiance descended from the heavens, transforming into a dragon that entered his mother’s womb.
“Bro…”
Long Ting roared, flung by Dragon Hall toward the Dragon Palace.
Dragon Hall stared in the direction of the Dragon Palace, his heart in agony, never imagining that he, invincible across the Eastern Territory, would have his martial way halted at the Five Seas Realm.
“Heavens above, how harsh you are to me…”
Struck by the lightning, Dragon Hall offered no resistance, his figure flung away.
“Splash!”
Tang Wan Qiu arrived, slashing out with her sword from afar, cleaving him in two. Blood and a large number of invitations burst out from the sword light.
Long Ting, flying through midair, had bloodshot eyes, this scene eternally imprinted in his mind. His gaze locked onto Lu Cangsheng and Tang Wan Qiu, rage, hatred, killing intent… driving him nearly mad.
Everyone rushed to grab the invitations.
Long Ting landed back on the sea surface, his gaze eerily calm. With absolute reason, he swiftly fled, the first to board the Immortal Turtle, heading toward the Dragon Palace.
From this day forward, he would spare no cost, no means, to make Lu Cangsheng and Tang Wan Qiu regret their actions today, to make them wish they were dead.
Li Shentong, ranked tenth in the Southern Territory’s First Rank, was the second to board the Immortal Turtle.
Throughout the Hidden Dragon Lantern Festival, due to certain reasons, no faction had actively provoked him. He had no interest in the Hidden Dragon Competition, yet smoothly obtained a Dragon Seed and a Dragon Bone, ensuring his Dao Seed Realm cultivation would not lag behind anyone.
Tang Wan Qiu chased to the base of the Immortal Turtle, looking toward Long Ting entering the Dragon Palace, her mood incredibly complex—admiration, regret, bitterness… but there was no helping it. Eliminated meant eliminated!
This night’s Lantern Festival was destined to have nothing to do with him.
She raised her sword and departed in dejection.
…
Li Weiyi saw that the general trend was set. The Longevity Pill Voucher, Dragon Seed Voucher, and Dragon Bone Ticket he held were already more than enough, and Luan Sheng Lin You seemed to have some extraordinary trump card.
Better to quit while ahead.
Continuing to fight held no meaning and might even put him in danger.
There would be plenty of chances in the future to catch up to him, surpass him, slay him.
In an unfavorable situation, there was no choice, like meeting on a narrow path.
In a favorable situation, of course, he should adopt a more cautious approach to minimize danger. Thus, Li Weiyi retreated behind Ge Xian Tong and Zuo Qiu Hong Ting, preparing to drive the insect swarm to assist them in battle.
Anyway, the Seven Little Ones had formidable defense. Even taking a direct hit from Ge Xian Tong without hitting a vital spot, they could be lively the next day. Now, they were naturally even more extraordinary.
Luan Sheng Lin You gazed at the wondrous scene of “the moon rising over the sea, Immortal Turtle carrying Dragon Palace,” scanning the three opponents: “It seems heaven is on my side, arriving right at the hour of the rat. With a choice available, there’s no need to put myself in danger. A trump card is only a trump card if kept hidden. An exposed trump card only attracts the greed of others.”
“Splash!”
Luan Sheng Lin You’s double wings unfurled, wind and fire powers erupting on the feathers, flying toward the Dragon Palace.
Abandoning the deathmatch, escaping with speed advantage.
“Can’t let him escape into the Dragon Palace.”
“He holds the most tickets!”
Zuo Qiu Hong Ting and Ge Xian Tong turned into two afterimages, pursuing from left and right across the sea surface, a step slower than Luan Sheng Lin You, the distance widening.
They were embroiled far deeper by the factions behind than Li Weiyi, with no choice but to fight to the end.
“Chase!”
Li Weiyi shouted, pointing forward to guide.
The seven Phoenix Wing Moth Emperors led seven fierce insect swarms toward the Dragon Palace.
“Give me a hand.”
Ge Xian Tong looked toward Zuo Qiu Hong Ting.
“Okay!”
Zuo Qiu Hong Ting drew the Eight Trigrams Life and Death Seal, striking it onto Ge Xian Tong. Layer upon layer of impact force erupted, propelling them into midair, catching up to Luan Sheng Lin You.
Li Weiyi, who had intended to play it safe, soon sensed something amiss.
He realized Luan Sheng Lin You was drawing closer to Cang Li, Yin Nine, and the others, the silver staff in hand transforming into a long sword radiating cold light.
The enemy was too shrewd, no brute—they wouldn’t let hatred or the situation cloud their reason. Luan Sheng Lin You always grasped the big picture, forever knowing to attack the enemy’s weakness with his strength, making the most correct choice.
Li Weiyi sighed deeply. Having an enemy like Luan Sheng Lin You was simply too much of a headache.
If he couldn’t kill them today, after the Hidden Dragon Lantern Festival, he must suggest to the Jiu Li Clan and Zuo Qiu Gatehouse to eliminate them at any cost.
What Li Weiyi didn’t know was that Luan Sheng Lin You thought the same.
Wanting to dodge…
It seemed impossible.
“Give me a hand too.”
Li Weiyi slapped his last Divine Movement Talisman to his chest, carrying only the Seven Little Ones, catching up to Zuo Qiu Hong Ting and borrowing the power of her Eight Trigrams Life and Death Seal to boost his speed further. One step behind Ge Xian Tong, he appeared above Luan Sheng Lin You’s head.
The Yellow Dragon Sword erupted in blinding yellow radiance.
The sword edge formed a dragon scale structure, cleaving downward.
At the same time, the Seven Little Ones flew out together, like seven brilliant flying daggers.
Luan Sheng Lin You swung his sword to repel the heavily injured Ge Xian Tong, shifting his body to the right, narrowly evading the Yellow Dragon Sword’s cleave.
“Swish! Swish…”
The seven Phoenix Wing Moth Emperors grazed past him, leaving blood marks on his neck and the back of his hand, where no battle robe protected.
Their speed was extreme, impossible to fully defend against.
Strangely.
Luan Sheng Lin You showed no anger at being intercepted by Ge Xian Tong and Li Weiyi. Instead, the corners of their mouth curved up, giving Li Weiyi a slight smile.
Li Weiyi’s heart sank to the depths. Though he held absolute advantage now, able to restrain Luan Sheng Lin You, and as soon as Ge Xian Tong and Zuo Qiu Hong Ting closed in, the enemy would surely die.
But he trusted his judgment and sense of danger, immediately retreating explosively with the Seven Little Ones, smoothly drawing the black iron seal.
Ge Xian Tong, charging up, glanced at him, puzzled.
“Splash!”
A terrifying aura that chilled the soul erupted from Luan Sheng Lin You.
Brilliant light burst from their Zu Tian position.
A feather flew out from within, transforming into a hundred-plus-meter-long immortal feather, flames burning atop it, searing and blinding. The heat was so intense that the seawater below began to boil.
Ge Xian Tong saw the Immortal Dao Scripture on the feather, fur standing on end, letting out a strange cry and fleeing with Li Weiyi.
“Li Weiyi, you always underestimate yourself. In my heart, you’re more important than all of them combined.”
Luan Sheng Lin You stated their true intent, swinging out the immortal feather left by Yu Jia.
This was a true immortal feather, containing Immortal Dao Scripture and immortal power, utterly unlike the long-inert Ancient Immortal Giant Beast Blood.
Many so-called immortal objects or immortal beings were mere flattery or high praise.
This immortal feather was different—a treasure even Longevity Realm Giants would covet.
If Luan Sheng Lin You hadn’t valued Li Weiyi so highly, they absolutely wouldn’t have exposed it.
“You’re so sneaky!”
Ge Xian Tong cursed.
He too was enveloped in the flaming immortal feather, immediately raising the Kang Long Whip, transforming it into a golden pillar to resist.
Li Weiyi poured all his magic energy into the Blood Handprint Demonic Armor and black iron seal, unleashing over a dozen thick purple lightning bolts, hiding behind the seal, ready at any moment to flee into the Dao Ancestor Tai Chi Fish.
Since Luan Sheng Lin You dared to expose the immortal feather, Li Weiyi had nothing he wouldn’t expose.
Fighting to this point had been mutual destruction—killing a thousand enemies at the cost of eight hundred.
“Rumble rumble!”
The immortal feather crushed all in its path, flinging aside the Kang Long Whip and exploding the Sun Moon Battle Intent.
The lightning from the black iron seal couldn’t block it in the slightest.
Ge Xian Tong dodged behind the now several-zhang-sized black iron seal, supporting alongside Li Weiyi. Their bodies visibly charred black in the flames.
Even the Blood Handprint Demonic Armor couldn’t withstand it.
“This strike of theirs could slay a Dao Seed Realm strong practitioner,” Ge Xian Tong said, eyes dark, pupils turning into sun and moon.
“It seems we must use the Dao Ancestor Tai Chi Fish!”
The moment this thought arose in Li Weiyi.
Behind him.
Like the sun rising, brilliant divine light erupted from Zuo Qiu Hong Ting’s brow, helping them resist the immortal feather’s power.
The two forces clashed.
The air distorted in that instant.
Zuo Qiu Hong Ting stepped forward across the water surface, her wooden mask long since burned away, revealing a exquisitely beautiful face no less than Jiang Ning’s. But hers was a beauty of features and facial lines refined to the extreme, aggressively striking.
One glance, and it etched deeply into the heart.
Jiang Ning’s beauty was softer, more ethereal and lively, yet elusive, hazy and unknown, hiding countless secrets.
One who loved practicing the Disguise Art, seeking to blur herself more. The other decisive in action, thinking then doing, striving to appear more real.
Zuo Qiu Hong Ting’s long hair cascaded, her daoist robe like drifting azure clouds, her momentum surpassing countless Dao Seed Realm Martial Cultivators.
“Didn’t you want to know my taboo secret? I’ll satisfy you!”
“Life and death Original Lamp, soulless Soul Devouring Flame.”
“Original Lamp!”
Space around Zuo Qiu Hong Ting’s brow quaked, her Forehead Spirit Realm opening.
Then, a vast, boundless world unfolded and manifested at her brow. A fragmented ancient lamp, like scattered shards, floated at the world’s center, majestic and infinitely mysterious.
