Floating Immortal Order

Chapter 148: Broken Star

Chapter 148: Broken Star

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Sacred Son Bai Lu was always very haughty and prideful to the extreme. Him directly trying to destroy the inheritance hall didn’t actually stray that far from everyone’s expectations of him.

However, the Lightning Spirit Bead, which was releasing lightning of heaven-defying power, strangely looked like it was stuck in place at the gate of the great hall, unable to advance a single inch forward.

The countless beams of lightning extending out of it were extinguished. The prestigious Psychic Magic Treasure known as the Lightning Spirit Bead looked no different from a common purple jade pearl as it hovered there in the space above the gate of the hall, slowly spinning in place.

A stream of red and gold profound light gradually began to condense into being in front of the gate, forming into the phantom image of a long-haired man in a blue-green robe. There was a peaceful look in the man’s eyes. He reached out to grab the Lightning Spirit Bead and spoke.

“Not bad.”

Sacred Son Bai Lu’s pupils constricted. He was a peak Dao Foundation stage and someone with the title of Sacred Son. But at this moment, he couldn’t feel his connection with his Lightning Spirit Bead!

With this level of strength and the blue-green robe, the identity of this man in the phantom image was all too evident.

“Greetings to Vast Ocean Primordial Lord!” Many of the rogue cultivators cried out emotionally, their eyes turning red. There were even people among them who even started shedding tears.

“Respectful greetings to Vast Ocean Primordial Lord!!” There were people from the aristocratic families and the small sects who had received his favor in the past. After hesitating for a moment, they also bowed and greeted him loudly.

The Demon Sound Sect’s Zhang Lingruo, the Peak Destroying Sword Sect’s Zhao Changhe, and the other disciples of the five large sects all bowed, showing their respect to this half-step Clone Avatar stage powerhouse.

Only the small circles of people from the Ancient Nuwa Sect and the Shangqing Sacred Sect remained still. They simply stared coldly at the long-haired man in the blue-green robe.

With one hand holding the Lightning Spirit Bead, the man in the blue-green robe swept his gaze over the corpses of the rogue cultivators and shook his head, letting out a sigh.

“Vast Ocean Primordial Lord, you’ve already been dead for a long time, and yet you’re here feeling pity for these rogue cultivators?” Yan Wuji said with a mocking expression. Amidst the quietude dominating the front of the great hall, his voice was exceedingly clear.

“Yan Wuji, don’t be so disrespectful to the Primordial Lord!”

Some of the rogue cultivators began to point at Yan Wuji and shout reprovingly at him, even momentarily overlooking the disparity in their statuses.

Yan Wuji’s brows furrowed, and he raised his hand, tossing out a dazzling blood-colored light. But just as the blood of the rogue cultivators was about to flow like a river…

“Enough,” the man in the blue-green robe said with a flick of his sleeves, causing the blood-colored light to disappear altogether. He undid the restriction on the Lightning Spirit Bead and said, “What this little demon race friend said is correct. I have already been reincarnated, and now all that remains here is but a remnant of my primordial spirit. What can I do?”

After the restriction on the Lightning Spirit Bead was released, it began to blossom forth with countless eye-piercing beams of lightning. The rumbling coming from inside it became louder and louder as if it was extremely displeased with the man in the blue-green robe.

“Come back,” Sacred Son Bai Lu said, waving his hand. The Lightning Spirit Bead reluctantly flew over to him, and the lightning filling the sky began to recede.

“I lived a lonely, sorrowful life. Even after my death, the only inheritance I could leave behind was a water element cultivation method that I acquired back in the day,” the man in the blue-green robe said. A red and gold radiance budded from his palm and enveloped the area around him within a range of around 1000 meters. “Any living being can have a try at receiving this inheritance. At this point, this is the only justice I can do to you all.”

Vast Ocean Primordial Lord’s figure began to fade away, and he turned to look fondly in the direction of the waters of the Zhaojiang, as if there was something there that he was reluctant to leave behind.

“Primordial Lord!”

“Vast Ocean Primordial Lord!”

His figure burst into countless motes of light, leaving behind a resplendent glowing afterimage of only his eyes and the peaceful gaze they held within.

However, this afterimage also gradually began to fade as it floated over to the surface of the Zhaojiang River. The moment a gale swept across the water, the light winked out without a trace.

All of the rogue cultivators and people who had received his favor in the past stared dazedly at the spot where his figure dissipated. Their expressions were complicated, and a Dao Foundation stage rogue cultivator even silently knelt down on the ground.

The massive gate of the hall slowly swung open at that moment, drawing everyone’s attention. But no one fought to enter right away, since the 1000 meter range red and gold shroud that the remnant spirit of Vast Ocean Primordial Lord had cast emitted a soft pull that transported every living being within its range into the great hall.

In the end, what Vast Ocean Primordial Lord had said held true. Every living being would be given a chance at obtaining the water element cultivation method inheritance.

Sacred Son Bai Lu, Hong Zhao, and Yan Wuji each moved the profound laws to break free of the transport power and escaped the range of the red and gold shroud of light.

Off on the distant horizon, a massive dark celestial map streaked over, floating upon the wind. Its speed couldn’t be considered fast, but it was extremely eye-catching. Bai Lu and the others all raised their heads to look, and they immediately realized some of the people approaching.

“Mingxin Mountain Range’s Jing Xingchen?” Yan Wuji said, a gleam appearing in his eyes. “I heard that his Dao Path is solely focused on the sword, and its might is heaven-defying. Maybe I should have a bout with him to test his power.”

“You aren’t his opponent,” Bai Lu said indifferently from next to him.

“I haven’t even given it a try yet. How would you know that?” Yan Wuji said, clearly unimpressed by Bai Lu. He immediately made up his mind, and a demonic light shone in his palm. In a flash, it transformed into a long saber. Yan Wuji flipped his palm and gripped the long saber in his hand, then swung it in the direction of the celestial map approaching from the distance.

Atop the celestial map, Jing Xingchen, whose eyelids were closed in cultivation, suddenly opened his eyes. “Careful,” he said.

The moment his words reached everyone’s ears, a seemingly omnipresent saber light materialized right in front of the celestial map. The saber light, imbued with a massive amount of the power of heaven and earth, chopped down at them with an impossible amount of force!

The expressions of Jian Liangbi, He Junyu, and the others all turned grave when they saw the massive saber light, which possessed an unparalleled might. All of them quickly summoned their own Magic Treasures to protect themselves.

Meanwhile, Luo Hongying was still staring blankly off into the clouds and mist surrounding them. It was totally unclear what was going through her head at the moment, but Jian Liangbi immediately turned around and grabbed her, pulling her into the range of the multi-colored light protecting him. Only then did she come to her senses.

“Huh?”

Without warning, Luo Hongying suddenly found herself being pressed tightly to Jian Liangbi’s body. She caught a whiff of his manly scent, causing her cheeks to flush red. Just as she was about to push him away, Jian Liangbi spoke.

“Look for yourself,” Jian Liangbi said, lifting her chin slightly.

When Luo Hongying caught sight of the situation in front of the celestial map, she cried out in alarm. “Higher Knowledge!”

The massive saber light had already collided with Jing Xingchen’s purple sword, which was clad in a dazzling starlight. The purple blade looked like it was crafted from beautiful glazed ceramic. This was Jing Xingchen’s one and only sword, which was named Broken Star.

The Broken Star Sword suddenly erupted with resplendent sword light, utilizing the power of heaven and earth within roughly 100 meters. When the radiance of sword light faded, the massive saber light had already been defeated, vanquished without a trace.

Jing Xingchen stood there at the edge of the celestial map, holding the Broken Star Sword. He looked at Yan Wuji, who was standing at the edge of the Zhaojiang, and spoke. “Since you would so rudely welcome us, it wouldn’t do for me to not return the favor.”

With a light tap of his foot, Jing Xingchen leapt up from the celestial map into the air. Broken Star transformed into a blazing orb of purple light, which wrapped itself around his body. At that moment, it was as if sword and human merged into one. Radiant purple light shot towards Yan Wuji’s location at a blinding speed.

“Higher Knowledge, Starstrand.”

Jing Xingchen’s voice reverberated from within the radiance, but by the time his words reached everyone’s ears, his attacking form had already flashed past at a speed that no ordinary person could even react to and arrived right above Yan Wuji’s head. His speed was completely unabated as they collided, and the momentum carried the two of them towards the Zhaojiang. A massive boom echoed out as Yan Wuji smashed into the surface of the river, causing water to shoot up in waves that soared hundreds of meters into the sky.

The celestial map had already slowly come to a stop. Standing atop it, Bian Hongyu cupped her hands in salute. “Greetings, Sacred Son Bai Lu.”

“As you were,” Bai Lu replied before turning to Hong Zhao. “I wonder when Yan Wuji will be able to change this temper of his.”

“I only fear that might not be possible,” Hong Zhao said, not looking at Bian Hongyu and the others. Both he and Bai Lu simply looked off in the direction of the Zhaojiang.

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