mtlumby2d Chapter 917 Space Ancestral Symbol
Chapter 917 Space Ancestral Symbol
"This fluctuation... is the Space Ancestral Symbol."
Xiao Ling raised an eyebrow slightly and spoke calmly.
Upon hearing the words "Spatial Ancestral Symbol," Ying Huanhuan and Ying Xuanzi, who were standing nearby, were suddenly startled. The next second, everyone clearly saw that the void in front of the black-robed man was silently rippling.
He simply raised his hand and grabbed, and the entire surrounding space suddenly distorted violently. The originally formless and intangible void was forcibly solidified into a tangible substance under his palm.
Xiao Ling's eyes were calm and unwavering. With a slight flick of his fingertips, a domineering and powerful force suddenly erupted, directly sending the black-robed figure flying backward.
But the dark figure seemed to feel no pain at all. It took a step in mid-air and used the power of space to move and dodge in a strange way, and in an instant it reappeared in front of Xiao Ling.
The next instant, the shadowy figure raised his hand and formed a sword with his fingers. The tip of his finger was wrapped with the unfathomable spatial essence, directly piercing through layers of void and aiming straight for Xiao Ling's vital point between his eyebrows. The attack was ruthless and decisive, showing no mercy whatsoever.
The silver light flowing from his fingertips was like a peerless blade, its sharpness terrifying. However, it suddenly froze a foot away from Xiao Ling, his entire figure suspended in mid-air, firmly imprisoned by an invisible barrier, unable to move forward or backward even an inch.
A gentle breeze quietly arrived from the void, stirring the flowing sleeves and cloak of the black robe.
The shadows slowly shifted and dispersed, vaguely revealing a face beneath the cloak. It was a young face with sharp features but an unusually pale complexion, exuding a gloomy and silent air that seemed out of place with the surrounding atmosphere.
"Lord Xiao Ling, wait! You must not make a move!"
At that very moment, a hurried and anxious cry suddenly came from behind the horizon.
Ying Xuanzi flew through the air at breakneck speed, his face ashen, his fingertips trembling slightly as he pointed at the black-robed figure, his eyes filled with disbelief and shock.
"You...you're still alive...how is this possible..."
Ying Xuanzi's voice trembled, filled with astonishment and disbelief. Ying Huanhuan, standing beside him, was deeply shaken upon hearing this, and the Dao Sect disciples below paled in shock, their expressions visibly moved.
Only then did everyone realize that the black-robed man in front of them, who possessed a spatial ancestral symbol and whose aura was strange and unpredictable, was none other than Zhou Tong, the peerless genius of the Dao Sect's Desolate Hall a hundred years ago, who had once perfectly comprehended the Great Desolate Scripture!
Ying Xuanzi's body trembled violently, his eyes swirling with conflicting emotions, clearly indicating a storm raging within him. The absurd and heart-wrenching scene before him delivered an extreme shock far exceeding any confrontation of cultivation levels.
"master."
Zhou Tong stared intently at Ying Xuanzi, whose extremely familiar face seemed to break through the dark shackles that had been binding him, causing a ripple in his chaotic mind and allowing him to barely regain some clarity.
A gentle breeze stirred his disheveled long hair, and hot tears silently rolled down his angular, pale face.
His body convulsed and trembled violently, as if two forces were tearing him apart from the depths of his soul. Endless pain and struggle spread throughout his body, and broken, hoarse sounds were squeezed out of his throat, each word wrapped in despair that had sunk to the bottom.
Ying Xuanzi froze abruptly, looking at his disciple who was struggling in pain and no longer had the spirit of his youth, and a deep pain surged in his heart.
The next second, all the emotions in his eyes transformed into boundless rage and ferocity. His crimson gaze locked onto Tian Yuanzi, and he roared like thunder, filled with earth-shattering fury.
"You beasts! You are utterly inhuman, daring to commit such a heinous act!"
Tian Yuanzi frowned slightly, glanced indifferently at the out-of-control Zhou Tong, and curled his lips into a cold and disdainful smile.
With a casual flick of his sleeve, a subtle force of control seeped into Zhou Tong's body. His body, which had been struggling violently, instantly froze and solidified. The human emotions that had just appeared on his face quickly faded away, returning to a deathly indifference. He was completely reduced to a mind-controlled, mindless walking corpse.
"Your disciple's mental fortitude is truly rare. Despite enduring a century of spiritual erosion, he has still managed to retain a sliver of clarity. That's quite interesting."
Tian Yuanzi's lips curled into a sinister and mocking smile. His tone was indifferent, yet every word was piercing. "Actually, I didn't do much. I just couldn't bear to let such a promising talent go to waste, so I conveniently changed his loyalty to the Dao Sect to loyalty to my Yuan Sect. Now, let him play with you for a while."
After speaking, Tian Yuanzi said no more. He took Di Yuanzi and Ren Yuanzi with him, tore through the void with his hand, and disappeared into the spatial rift in an instant, retreating back to the heart of Yuanmen.
Xiao Ling coldly watched the direction the three had left in. Knowing that they were simply retreating to the core stronghold of the sect to gather the powerful members of the alien demon race as he had planned, he did not try to stop them.
Upon hearing this, Ying Xuanzi felt his blood surge and his face contorted with extreme anger and heartache. He could not believe that his prized disciple, whom he had cherished like a son and nurtured with all his heart, had been imprisoned and tortured by the Yuan Sect for a hundred years, and whose soul had been forcibly altered and whose mind had been controlled!
Enraged, he immediately tried to unleash his Yuan Power to break through space and pursue the three giants of the Yuan Sect. But at that moment, strange ripples suddenly appeared around Zhou Tong, who was imprisoned nearby. He broke free of the invisible blockage and teleported behind Ying Xuanzi like a ghost.
A burst of silver light erupted from his palm, condensing into an incomparably sharp spatial blade. With the power to pierce through the void, it mercilessly stabbed towards Xuanzi's back.
The incident happened so suddenly that Ying Xuanzi had no time to gather his strength and could only turn around hastily and forcefully activate his Yuan Power to resist.
However, Ying Xuanzi was ultimately a true expert in the Reincarnation Realm, with extremely profound foundations.
Even though he was caught off guard and had to fight hastily, even though his opponent possessed a heaven-defying treasure like the Space Ancestral Symbol and the ability to control spatial teleportation, he still managed to regain his footing in an instant. His vast Daoist aura and Samsara Yuan Power spread out and locked the space around Zhou Tong, completely imprisoning his body and mind, leaving him frozen in place once again, unable to move an inch.
Even though his body was completely restrained and he couldn't move an inch, Zhou Tong's gaze towards Ying Xuanzi was still deathly indifferent, without the slightest ripple, without the slightest master-disciple affection, utterly empty.
Those cold, emotionless eyes caused Ying Xuanzi's heart to clench with pain, and an endless bitterness and resentment choked his throat, impossible to express.
At this moment, fine and strange spatial ripples appeared again around Zhou Tong, and the obscure power of spatial origin quietly surged. He was actually trying to forcefully activate the heaven-defying power of the spatial ancestral symbol, tear apart the confinement, break free from the restraints, and launch a deadly battle against Ying Xuanzi once again.
Seeing this scene, Ying Huanhuan felt a sudden tightness in her heart, and she couldn't help but feel anxious and helpless for her father.
Every era gives birth to its own unique legends. And Zhou Tong, from a hundred years ago, was undoubtedly the supreme legend of the Daoist sect.
With his extraordinary talent, he comprehended the profound and unfathomable Great Desolation Scripture. He once led the disciples of the Dao Sect to fiercely compete with the Yuan Sect at the sect conference, refusing to yield an inch. In the end, he even single-handedly stormed the Yuan Sect. Even though he ultimately met his demise, he left behind a renowned and unparalleled reputation in the Eastern Xuan Region.
This name has long been etched into the memories of every Dao Sect disciple, deeply engraved in their minds. Ying Huanhuan grew up amidst the legends of Zhou Tong, a Dao Sect prodigy from a hundred years ago, who was a senior she had admired since childhood.
Seeing this once-spirited and legendary figure reduced to a puppet whose mind is manipulated and who no longer recognizes his own family fills her with regret and unspeakable sorrow.
"Xiao Ling, you can definitely save Senior Zhou Tong, right? Please help him quickly, don't let him be controlled and tortured by those evil people from the Yuan Sect anymore!"
Ying Huanhuan immediately stepped forward, gently took Xiao Ling's arm, swayed slightly, and pleaded softly, her eyes filled with urgency and expectation. In this world, the only person capable of breaking the Yuan Sect's mysterious soul-controlling technique and saving Zhou Tong was the unfathomable Xiao Ling.
Xiao Ling looked down at the girl beside him, whose eyes were pleading. A gentle, indulgent smile appeared on his lips as he nodded slightly and replied, "Since it is my Huanhuan who asked for this, I will naturally not disappoint you."
With Xiao Ling's current extraordinary cultivation level, breaking through such a rudimentary soul manipulation technique and rescuing Zhou Tong would be a piece of cake, an easy task.
Ying Xuanzi, who was standing to the side, heard Xiao Ling’s promise in its entirety. This usually calm and composed Dao Sect leader could not hide the anxiety and hope in his eyes at this moment. He immediately cast a pleading look at Xiao Ling, hoping that he would take action and rescue his disciple, who had been suffering for a hundred years, from the sea of misery.
Xiao Ling didn't delay at all and casually summoned someone.
Far below, among the crowd of Dao Sect members, the ancestral stone that Xiao Ling had specially left inside Ling Qingzhu's body to protect her safety was instantly pulled out by a powerful, invisible force and soared straight into the heavens.
The Ancestral Stone hovered quietly in front of Xiao Ling. Following his thoughts, it immediately emitted a clear and holy purifying light that cleansed all evil, gently yet domineeringly enveloping Zhou Tong's entire body.
A holy, purifying aura enveloped Zhou Tong, causing his body to tremble violently.
The dense black energy entrenched within his body surged and leaked out continuously. Upon contact with the purifying light released by the ancestral stone, it rapidly dissolved and was completely obliterated. The black robe that covered his entire body was also annihilated inch by inch under the light, turning into ashes and dissipating into the void.
Upon seeing this, all the powerful figures watching the battle gasped in shock, their faces filled with horror.
To everyone's utter surprise, the body concealed beneath the black robe was not a living, breathing flesh and blood, but a chilling, black skeleton.
The bones were covered with dense, eerie, and sinister black demonic patterns, like maggots clinging to the bones, tightly binding and penetrating deep into the marrow, making them difficult to eradicate.
Between the bones, one could still see the organs still pulsating faintly, but all the organs had long been stained pure black by demonic energy, showing that the soul and body had been eroded to the extreme by the evil energy of the demons.
Deep within his chest, a pitch-black heart beat slowly, lifeless and radiating an endless aura of cold evil.
No one knew that the once peerless genius of the Dao Sect had long since decayed and deteriorated to such a terrifying state.
Upon closer inspection of the meridians and veins throughout the body, only streaks of silver light flowed slowly within them; that was the power of the primordial energy of the spatial ancestral symbol.
Within his entire body, only these meridians remained untainted by demonic energy, which was the sole reason why he was still able to activate the Space Ancestral Symbol despite enduring a century of torment.
Layers of black demonic patterns intertwined and coiled, condensing into a chilling and terrifying evil demonic lock within his body. It was this demonic lock that imprisoned his soul and corroded his flesh, ravaging a legendary genius into the inhuman and ghostly form he is today.
"Xiao Ling, what exactly are these patterns? Their aura is so sinister and terrifying..."
Ling Qingzhu slowly walked out from the crowd below, a blue lotus rising slowly beneath her feet, carrying her light figure into the air, and in an instant she landed beside Xiao Ling.
Gazing at the dense black demonic patterns covering Zhou Tong's bones, she frowned slightly, a strange unease rising in her heart. That sinister and evil aura was chillingly cold, as if it were the mortal enemy of all living beings, sending shivers down her spine.
"This should be the Demon Emperor's Lock." Xiao Ling's gaze fell calmly on the black patterns binding the bones as he spoke slowly.
"It is a vicious forbidden technique created by the chieftain of the Otherworldly Demon Clan. Once you are bound by this demonic lock, your physical body and soul will be eroded day and night, your mind will gradually be lost, and your primordial spirit will be imprisoned in your body forever, unable to escape, and even the chance to enter the cycle of reincarnation will be completely cut off."
He paused slightly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
"The Demon Emperor's Lock we're talking about right now is just an incomplete version made by the Demon King. But this alone is enough to prove that the Yuan Sect is secretly colluding with the Demon Clan. That's why I'm determined to destroy the Yuan Sect and eradicate the root of this calamity today."
After hearing Xiao Ling's explanation, Ying Huanhuan and Ling Qingzhu were both slightly stunned, their cherry lips parted slightly, and their eyes were filled with shock.
Both of them were deeply disturbed. They never imagined that such a vicious and cruel forbidden technique existed in the world. It used demonic locks to bind bones, imprison the soul, and sever the cycle of reincarnation, to torture a peerless genius into a non-human form. The methods were so cruel that they were appalling.
"What?! They actually dared to secretly collude with the alien demons!"
Among the surrounding cultivators were many veteran powerhouses who had inherited their skills from ancient forces and were already familiar with the infamous reputation and vicious methods of the alien demon race.
Upon hearing the truth, the crowd was immediately enraged, with shouts of anger rising and falling. Everyone understood the sinister and treacherous nature of Yuanmen's actions.
"Tian Yuanzi! Get out here right now!"
Ying Xuanzi's suppressed anger and grief erupted completely at this moment, and he could no longer hold back.
His reincarnation energy surged around him, transforming into a vast and raging torrent of energy. Filled with rage, he unleashed a palm strike directly at the Yuanmen Mountain Gate!
Boom—!
A deafening roar suddenly erupted, and the powerful palm strike shattered the Yuanmen Mountain Gate on the spot.
The mountain gate collapsed and shattered, bricks and stones flew everywhere. Countless Yuanmen disciples were caught off guard, screaming and wailing incessantly. Many elders and disciples died on the spot, their bodies lying everywhere.
Strangely, deep within the Yuan Sect, Tian Yuanzi and his two companions remained hidden, with no one appearing to stop them, allowing Ying Xuanzi to vent his anger and slaughter his disciples at will outside the sect gates. (End of Chapter)