readytorunbook Chapter 111 What is the origin of this power?
Chapter 111 What is the origin of this power?
Zhuang Yu's gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, fixed on the ever-expanding black "sun" in front of him.
The spirit's warning echoed in his ears like a warning bell, making him shudder.
He could sense that the hidden power was extraordinary.
This power carried a chilling malice, as if it came from the deepest hell, sending shivers down one's spine.
Without the slightest hesitation, the power of his nascent soul surged within him like a tidal wave, instantly filling his entire body.
He slightly moved his palm, and a golden light quietly appeared—the unique power fluctuation of the divine artifact.
He took a deep breath, and his originally solemn expression transformed into a faint sneer, revealing a hint of disdain and confidence.
He knew that the real challenge had just begun.
"Yao'er, stand behind me." Zhuang Yu's voice was deep and powerful, carrying an undeniable firmness.
He gripped Wang Yao's hand tightly in return, feeling the slight coolness from her palm. This touched the softness in his heart, but it also strengthened his resolve to protect her.
He gently pulled Wang Yao back, placing her completely under his protection.
At this moment, he was no longer the humble youth who had just entered the world of cultivation, but a powerful cultivator who could shelter his loved ones from the wind and rain.
"Spirit of the artifact, what is the origin of this power?" Zhuang Yu communicated with the spirit of the artifact in his mind. His tone was calm, but a trace of killing intent was hidden in his voice.
"Hmph, they're nothing but rats who can't stand the light of day. They're trying to take advantage of the situation to seize the power of the divine artifact." The artifact spirit's voice carried a hint of disdain. "They're well hidden, but trying to pull any tricks under my nose is just wishful thinking!"
Zhuang Yu's lips curled slightly. Did he want to snatch something from him?
It's really overestimating one's abilities.
The power of his nascent soul surged once more, like a volcanic eruption, surging and turbulent.
He quickly formed hand seals, and complex runes danced at his fingertips, forming a mysterious golden magic circle.
The magic array expanded instantly, like an indestructible golden barrier, firmly protecting him and Wang Yao within it.
Golden light flowed above the magic array, emanating a powerful aura that seemed to awe the heavens and earth.
The cultivators who had been eager to make their move around all showed expressions of helplessness and fear upon sensing this terrifying aura.
The greed in their eyes was replaced by a deep sense of powerlessness, and they could only watch helplessly as Zhuang Yu stood in the fortress he had built with his own hands.
“Interesting. It seems this prey is a bit tricky.” The voice hidden in the darkness came again, deep and cold, with a hint of amusement. “However, I’d like to see how long your turtle shell can hold out.”
As soon as the voice from the darkness faded, the expanding black "sun" suddenly erupted.
Countless black energy beams, like a raging storm, bombarded the golden magic array set up by Zhuang Yu.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The deafening impacts continued one after another, as if the sky had collapsed and the earth had caved in.
The golden magic circle trembled violently, and the golden light on its surface flickered, like a candle in the wind, teetering on the verge of collapse.
Zhuang Yu could clearly feel the immense pressure emanating from the magic array, like a thousand-pound burden pressing down on his shoulders.
His brows were furrowed, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
The power of the nascent soul within his body circulated wildly, constantly repairing the cracks that appeared on the magic array.
His hands moved swiftly, forming hand seals, and increasingly complex runes danced at his fingertips, merging into the magic array.
His movements were steady and swift, like a skilled craftsman carefully repairing a precious artifact.
"puff!"
A mouthful of blood suddenly spurted from Zhuang Yu's mouth and splattered on the ground.
His face instantly turned ashen, and his breathing became erratic.
But his eyes remained firm, showing no sign of backing down.
He knew that if he backed down, both he and Wang Yao would face utter ruin.
Just then, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he thought of a special resource called "Star Sand" in the mysterious space.
This resource possesses extremely high energy, which can greatly enhance the defensive capabilities of the formation.
With a thought, he probed the mysterious space with a wisp of divine sense and took out a handful of stardust that emitted specks of starlight.
Without hesitation, Zhuang Yu integrated the stardust into the golden magic array.
As soon as the stardust came into contact with the magic array, it seemed to come alive and quickly merged into every corner of the array.
The once crumbling golden magic array, empowered by the stardust, instantly shone with an even more dazzling light, becoming even more indestructible.
"This...how is this possible?"
The voice, hidden in the darkness, carried a hint of disbelief and shock.
Those cultivators who had been watching the show from the sidelines also showed expressions of horror.
They could clearly sense that the powerful aura emanating from that golden magic array far exceeded their comprehension.
The greed in their eyes was replaced by deep fear and awe.
At this moment, the black energy beam struck the golden magic circle again, but it could no longer budge it in the slightest.
The formation remained perfectly still, like an impregnable fortress, firmly blocking all attacks.
Zhuang Yu's lips curled slightly; he no longer remained passively defensive, but instead...
"Now, it's my turn."
Zhuang Yu stopped passively defending and, with a thought, took control of the artifact to launch an attack.
The artifact emitted a clear and melodious dragon roar, and its golden light surged, transforming into a gigantic golden dragon that roared as it charged toward the black "sun".
Wherever the golden dragon passed, space seemed to be torn apart, emitting bursts of explosive sounds.
The black "sun" trembled violently as it sensed the dragon's oppressive power, as if it had encountered a natural enemy.
The black energy beams receded like a tide, trying to escape the dragon's pursuit.
But the dragon was faster, like a golden lightning bolt, instantly catching up with the black energy and devouring it completely.
The power hidden in the darkness let out a shrill scream, as if it were suffering immense pain.
He was originally full of confidence, thinking he could easily seize the power of the artifact, but he never expected that Zhuang Yu's strength would be so great, far exceeding his expectations.
He was filled with fear and regret, but it was too late.
After the dragon devoured the black energy, it let out a deafening roar, then transformed into a golden light and returned to Zhuang Yu's body.
The golden light on Zhuang Yu's body gradually dissipated, revealing his slightly pale face.
But his eyes were incredibly bright, shining like stars.
The surrounding cultivators couldn't help but cheer upon seeing this scene.
They originally thought Zhuang Yu was doomed, but they never expected that he would defeat the power hidden in the darkness with such a powerful demeanor.
Their gazes toward Zhuang Yu were filled with awe and worship, as if they were looking up at a god.
Wang Yao stood behind Zhuang Yu, looking at his back, her heart filled with happiness and a sense of security.
She knew that no matter what danger they encountered, Zhuang Yu would protect her and keep her from any harm.
Zhuang Yu sensed Wang Yao's emotions and felt a surge of happiness.
He turned around and gently hugged Wang Yao, whispering softly in her ear, "It's alright, everything is over."
The cultivators around them looked on with envy when they saw the couple.
They all talked about it, praising the perfect couple.
Suddenly, Zhuang Yu's gaze sharpened as he looked into the distance.
He sensed an even more powerful aura rapidly approaching.
A slight, meaningful smile appeared on his lips.
"It seems that the fun has just begun..."
The golden light gradually faded, and the artifact transformed back into an ancient longsword, quietly hovering beside Zhuang Yu.
A faint golden halo flowed across the sword's blade, as if responding to its master's power.
Zhuang Yu stood proudly before the crowd, long sword in hand, his robes fluttering in the breeze, like a war god descending.
His gaze swept over every cultivator present, and those eyes that had been restless were now filled with awe and admiration.
They lowered their proud heads, not daring to look directly at Zhuang Yu's sharp edge.
An invisible sense of oppression filled the air, and everyone held their breath, afraid of disturbing this newly promoted powerhouse.
Zhuang Yu's lips curled up slightly, revealing a confident smile.
He could clearly feel the surging power within his body, proof that the divine artifact was connected to his bloodline.
He raised his hand and gently stroked the sword. The cold touch spread through his fingertips throughout his body, bringing a chill and a sense of confidence that he was in control of everything.
A gentle breeze blew by, ruffling the stray hairs on his forehead and dispelling the lingering smell of blood in the air.
The surrounding cultivators erupted in thunderous cheers, their voices filled with excitement and adoration, as if celebrating the birth of a hero.
Zhuang Yu savored this moment of glory, and his mood was more cheerful than ever before.
He knew that he had successfully consolidated his position as the master of the artifact and proved his strength.
He cast a tender glance at Wang Yao, and seeing the love and support in her eyes, his heart was filled with happiness.
Just then, he felt a cold gaze, like a venomous snake, staring intently at him from afar.
That gaze was filled with coldness and malice, as if it wanted to devour him completely.
Zhuang Yu's heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition arose within him, like sharp steel needles piercing his nerves.
His smile froze instantly, and the ease and joy on his face vanished.
He turned his head and looked in the direction from which the gaze came. He gripped the longsword in his hand tightly, and the power of his nascent soul began to circulate slowly within him as he warily watched the distance.
He spoke slowly, his voice deep and magnetic: "It seems..."