One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 452 Mythological Biographies II

As Feng Lei Zhenjun leaped into the air, a bolt of lightning flashed across the dark world, turning the imperial city pale in an instant.

Beneath the thunderous light, one could see many cultivators unleashing beams of light that descended towards the imperial palace.

Suddenly, a layer of gray light appeared in the palace, conspicuous in the darkness, enveloping every floor of the building, on the tiles, and on the pillars.

Rays of magical light fell upon it, like raindrops falling on a calm lake, creating ripples that could not break through the gray light.

The vast palace was now completely silent, with everything outside blocked out.

Throughout the palace, one can see rows of oil lamps, either hanging on the walls or placed on lamp stands. Each lamp has a bronze base with runes engraved on it.

The people inside were all stiff and motionless, like sculptures or dolls, yet their faces were lifelike. However, upon closer inspection, one could see that their bodies and faces were covered with black sores or bluish-black spots.

Some people have grown bluish-black scales on their bodies, like snake scales or fish scales. Others have grown non-human organs, such as thick and long fingernails, or a hunched figure, or an unusually tall stature.

These people were lined up, as if attending a court assembly, facing one direction, where their king was.

At this moment, their king sat cross-legged on the throne, dressed in a black imperial robe with red silk trim, and wearing a tall crown inlaid with blue gemstones.

A sword lay across his knee, its hilt made of gold, its scabbard made of thousand-year-old spirit wood, wrapped in dragon skin and inlaid with gemstones.

At that moment, he suddenly looked up at the sky, his eyes seemed to be shrouded in smoke, with swirling eddies, and his eyes seemed to be able to see through the roof.

Suddenly, from the height of the Star-Picking Tower, an old Taoist nun threw out a beam of black and white light. The light landed on the gray light of the palace and transformed into a pair of black and white scissors. With a snip, the gray light was cut open.

In that instant, wind and rain invaded, and a bolt of lightning streaked in.

With a deafening crack of thunder, lightning flashed into the imperial palace and the court. This thunderclap startled the rows of strange figures standing there, like hibernating insects awakened by the lightning.

The emperor, Zhou Zhao, had lightning flashing in his eyes. Suddenly, he leaped up and slashed his sword through the air.

A figure flashed, the sword light was serene, and it swept across the void, actually slicing through a bolt of lightning.

The lightning bolts that were about to strike him were extinguished by the sword light.

At the same time, two figures appeared in the void.

A figure emerged from the exploding lightning; it was none other than the Wind and Thunder True Lord, exuding an aura of vastness. At this moment, a whirlwind swirled around him, and lightning crackled at the fingertips of his right hand.

Emperor Zhou Zhao flashed back to the royal table, this time standing with his ornate longsword pointing diagonally to the ground.

He sighed and said, "It's a pity that there's still a little time left. You ignorant people have ruined the process of the reunion of heaven and earth and the elimination of the hundred calamities. But it doesn't matter. The general trend cannot be defied. We have been planning for thousands of years. How can a hundred or so cultivators stop us?"

"Heh, you people play with the lives of ordinary people. Since you're going to die, at least die cleanly. To be old and not die is a sin." Feng Lei Zhenjun said with a cold laugh. The lightning flashing at his fingertips grew brighter and brighter, and several beams of light fell around him, turning into people.

Each of these people held a magical weapon in their hands, looking at the one standing on the throne.

“If you had properly welcomed the arrival of the new world, you might not have been able to survive. As long as you survived, you would all be innate beings, and you would all have the opportunity to become saints. It is a pity that you all turned to ashes at the last moment.” Zhou Zhao flicked the blade of his sword with his finger, and the blade trembled, emitting a sword hum.

However, the sound of the sword's cry felt to everyone as if countless sharp, white blades were piercing their hearts and tearing at their minds. In that instant, they couldn't even control their magical treasures, which flickered unpredictably.

Everyone's expressions changed drastically.

The lightning between Fenglei Zhenjun's fingers seemed to be stirred by an invisible wind, swaying back and forth.

Just then, he raised his left hand and flicked it in the void, causing a thunderous roar: "Boom!" The chaotic image of sword light in the minds of the cultivators dissipated amidst the thunder.

The gazes of everyone looking at 'Zhou Zhao' turned to fear. Even Feng Lei Zhenjun's expression changed, and he looked at 'Zhou Zhao' with extreme solemnity, saying, 'A Nascent Soul cultivator?'

As he finished speaking, he clenched his fist in the air, as if pulling out a bolt of lightning from the darkness. Beneath the lightning was a space resembling a pool of lightning.

This is the Thunder Pool space he created, where he collected and refined lightning. With a tug, the lightning from that Thunder Pool surged into the court like a torrent of lightning bursting its banks.

Lightning flashed and surged, turning the imperial court a pale white.

However, just as the torrent of thunder was about to surge into the court, Zhou Zhao moved again. He raised his hand, took a step forward, and swung his sword across the void, as if he had cut a gap in the torrent of thunder. The gap was like an abyss, and the thunder was flowing into that abyss.

Immediately afterwards, he thrust his sword straight forward, shattering the void as the sword pierced through it and reached right in front of Feng Lei Zhenjun.

As if he had no time to dodge, the sword pierced through his heart. Only then did he transform into wind and thunder, his body rapidly disintegrating under the sword, accompanied by the sounds of thunder and howling that echoed throughout the court.

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In the sky outside, that radiant light, like a cloud of light, was struck by many spells, which were all passed right through it. That cloud of light seemed to exist in another dimension.

Flying swords, command flags, magic seals, and banners surrounded the area, forming a magic array that released magical light. However, this only caused the cloud of light to sway. Finally, the array slowly dissipated, and everyone saw a hole of light.

Just then, a voice came from somewhere below: "May all the spirits of the Heavenly Palace of Prayer for Blessings descend."

As the summoning voice faded, the halo hanging in the sky became clearer, and everyone could see that it was a vortex, as if connecting to another world.

Everyone felt a deadly danger emanating from the vortex.

So the cultivators emitted their magical light again, using magical artifacts or incantations to create spells. In an instant, all kinds of magical light surged toward the vortex like a torrent. However, the vortex seemed to be in another state, unable to be selected or destroyed.

Just then, they saw something peering at them from behind the vortex of light. It looked like a huge monster, with only one eye showing. Just one glance made them feel as if their whole body was covered in slime, as if they were about to be eaten by it.

He stretched out his hand to open the halo, as if he wanted to crawl through it.

Just then, the Taishan Warrior, who had been standing motionless on the Star-Picking Tower, turned his right wrist and raised it, and a circle of silver-gray light spun and faded off his wrist.

Then it slipped onto his index finger and quickly rotated it.

Without saying a word, he flicked his finger, and the halo shot out, instantly appearing at the edge of the vortex of light in the sky, actually encircling the vortex.

The vortex that was originally unselectable and unbreakable was actually trapped by that silver-gray halo.

The silver-gray aura continued to shrink, as if trying to imprison and lock the vortex, and the vortex itself also shrank continuously.

Everyone was astonished. Some people saw the Taishan Warrior standing high on the Star-Collecting Tower, but no one recognized him.

Meanwhile, the being on the other side of the vortex reached out with his hand. Suddenly, the Taishan Warrior on the Star-Picking Tower leaped up, landed on a mountaintop, reached out towards the summit, uprooted the mountain, and threw it into the vortex in the sky.

At the same time, he loudly chanted the incantation: "Edict of Mount Tai: Suppress, Stabilize, Seal, Prohibit!"

The incantation was magnificent, and as everyone listened, they watched the mountain that had been thrown into the whirlpool shrink and shrink. Suddenly, they felt that the mountain had become incredibly majestic, as if there were gods inside it. The whirlpool was blocked by the mountain in an instant.

(End of this chapter)