Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 939 Water and Fire Clash: The Tribulation of the Relic Technique

Deep in the dense forests of Cangnan, ancient trees reach for the sky, their gnarled branches intertwined, their layered canopies blocking out the sunlight, leaving only dappled shadows scattered on the ground covered with decaying leaves.

The air was thick with the damp, humid smell of decay, and occasionally a few low, animal roars echoed in the darkness, sending chills down one's spine.

Yu Chengkong moved with lightning speed through the forest, the shattered moonlight and flowing clouds behind him weaving a net, yet unable to stop Yu Lingxi's pursuit.

He gritted his teeth and pushed the remaining magical power in his body to the limit. With each flap of his wings, layers of strong winds burst open on both sides, startling a flock of eerie green fireflies, which flickered like will-o'-the-wisps.

"Faster...faster!"

His throat tightened, and his consciousness locked onto a distorted void in front of him, where light flowed and fine, spiderweb-like cracks silently broke open, revealing the weakest point in this realm.

"You can't escape!"

With a delicate shout, Yu Lingxi flapped her wings, and the moon-white light curtain crashed violently into the rainbow barrier.

The two were now less than a hundred feet apart, and Yu Chengkong could even see her bluish face clearly.

On the brink of life and death, he suddenly stopped, a wisp of inspiration gathering at his fingertips, and swiftly slashed at the weak point in the void: "Open—!"

In an instant, a vortex appeared, and the spiritual energy surged like a raging torrent, turning the surrounding ancient trees into dust.

Without hesitation, he leaped in, and the instant his figure disappeared, Yu Lingxi's angry shout rang out from behind: "Yu Chengkong—!"

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In the Abyss Cave Secret Realm, the Feather Clan members stood solemnly, each according to their pulse, keeping a watchful eye on the distant True Monarch Gong, while speculating in twos and threes about the current situation in the small world.

But in this seemingly peaceful and tranquil moment, ripples suddenly appeared in the void.

Before anyone could react, a white light shot out and streaked towards the horizon in the blink of an eye.

Those with exceptional insight paled: "It's Yu Chengkong!"

Upon hearing this, the Feathered Clan members were startled and shouted, "Stop him..."

Their purpose in coming here was twofold: first, to search for relics of their ancestors; and second, to capture Yu Chengkong and bring him to justice. They could not allow Yu Chengkong to slip away before their eyes.

Two of the Xuanling lineage were the fastest, and they set off almost the instant they recognized Yu Chengkong, blocking his path in an instant.

They wanted to reprimand him, but when they saw Yu Chengkong's almost ferocious expression, they were startled and their momentum was diminished.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yu Chengkong surged with magical power and broke through the two people blocking his way. However, there were too many Yu clan members here. After passing the two people, the rest of them kept surging up.

At the same time, another ripple came from the void. The Feather Clan was still confused, but Yu Chengkong knew that Yu Lingxi was about to catch up.

If I drag this out until she comes out, then I'll have no chance of escaping.

Thinking of this, he suddenly turned around and shouted at his fellow clansmen, "I have already obtained the Holy Maiden's legacy, yet you all wish to aid and abet the wicked?!"

These words struck like a thunderbolt, stunning not only the Qingling lineage but also the Xuanling and Suling lineages.

The sacred teachings of this holy woman...

Could it be the legendary method of merging the bloodlines of all races?
"How could we let him get it?!"

A white-haired man from the Xuanling lineage was suddenly startled. He glanced around and immediately noticed that the Qingling lineage members were becoming increasingly excited, even showing signs of restlessness...

He was horrified and immediately shouted, "Stop trying to bewitch people, Yu Chengkong! Do you really want to become a sinner of my Yu clan for all eternity?!"

Before he finished speaking, he rushed forward, setting an example by blocking Yu Chengkong's path.

Yu Chengkong laughed in anger, and said no more. His Dharma image spread out behind him in a mighty manner, with clouds surging like the sea. A slender feather blade fell into his hand and slashed down at the person who came.

At this moment, his eyes were bloodshot, and he truly seemed to have the power to kill any god or Buddha who stood in his way.

The white-haired man dared not be careless. He folded his wings in front of him, and with a clang, the feather blade was knocked away. His wings were unharmed, with only a faint white mark fading away.

On the surface, that's how it seems, but their expressions are completely different.

Yu Chengkong sneered, while the white-haired man who blocked the feather blade looked terrified. Although there were no visible external injuries, sharp rays were rushing around inside his body. In just a few breaths, he coughed up a mouthful of blood and staggered back in defeat.

The Feather Clan members were shocked, realizing that Yu Chengkong was truly hiding his abilities, as they had never seen him possess such supernatural powers before.

Thanks to the sudden outbreak, for a time no one dared to step forward alone...

Fortunately, the ripples in the void reappeared, and Yu Lingxi flew out immediately afterward, also pointing directly at Yu Chengkong. Her voice, as cold as ice in the abyss, rang out: "Why don't you go forward and take him down?"

Only then did everyone realize what was happening, and nearly ten streaks of light shot out, completely surrounding Yu Chengkong.

Seeing that Yu Chengkong was being driven into a corner, someone from the Qingling lineage finally couldn't stand it anymore: "Everyone, the karma of our Qingling lineage cannot be borne by Chengkong alone..."

An elderly man with gray hair also set off: "Even if we, as elders, are incompetent, we must not let our descendants lose heart..."

"The Xuanling lineage is shameless and hates our clan, we..."

One after another, the members of the Azure Feather lineage leaped up and joined the battle in an instant.

Although their numbers were fewer than those of the Xuan and Su lineages, the Su Ling clan was also in turmoil, making it difficult to fight back. As a result, for a time, the two sides were evenly matched and it was hard to determine a winner...

Gonggong, the True Lord, watched the spectacle from the sidelines with various expressions, secretly clicking his tongue in amazement.

Although they didn't know what the Holy Maiden's legacy that Yu Chengkong mentioned was, it didn't stop them from discussing it animatedly.

Not long after, the blue-robed youth in the Gong clan's ranks suddenly trembled, his face hardening as he turned to speak and caught sight of a figure in the distance.

Old Master Gong, who was talking to him, noticed something, turned around, and his pupils also contracted. He took a few steps forward to greet him, bowing and saying, "I greet Young Master Li..."

A figure in a blue dress flew in like a ghost, holding a golden communication talisman in her hand, seemingly engrossed in it.

She already possessed a cool and extraordinary temperament, and with the addition of the lotus-like beauty that flowed with every step, she appeared even more like a celestial fairy.

Yet this fairy-like figure silenced the entire Gong clan, who dared not utter a single word.

Gong Qingli stopped, shifting her attention from the golden talisman in her hand to the distant battle.

"Sharing the gentle breeze."

The young man in blue robes immediately responded, leaning closer and bowing his head, he said, "Sister Li..."

Gong Qingli asked, "What's going on?"

She glanced around, her eyes darting about, seemingly lost in thought.

The young man in blue robes replied truthfully, "It seems that the Feathered Clan brought out relics of their ancestors, which caused a scramble..."

He slowly raised his eyes and saw that Gong Qingli was lost in thought and showed no sign of moving, so he couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you going to the Lesser Realm, Sister Li?"

In his opinion, the situation inside the small realm was still unclear. Since Gong Qingli had come, she was naturally after that foreign cultivator. If they didn't go in soon, Gong Daosheng might beat them to it...

Gong Qingli remained unmoved, her eyes like cold stars: "There's no rush."

As they spoke, with the full assistance of his fellow clansmen, Yu Chengkong successfully found an opening, flashed out of the battle circle, and sped away into the distance.

Yu Lingxi was already on guard, and she too soared upwards to break free of the restraints, then chased after them like an arrow released from a bow.

Just as the two were about to pass over the Gong clan, Gong Qingli stepped forward and stood right between them.

Yu Cheng was stunned for a moment, but quickly realized what was happening and took advantage of this opportunity, which he didn't know how he had gotten, to escape far away.

Yu Lingxi's expression changed, and she said in a deep voice, "Gong Qingli, what do you intend to do?"

The seriousness in her tone was completely different from when she had previously used her power to coerce Gong Daosheng. Gong Qingli still had no smile on her face and said directly, "I heard from my clansmen that you had been forcing my Gong clan members in every way just now. Now that we have met, I should demand an explanation from you."

While it's uncertain whether Gong Qinghe exaggerated, given the clan's reputation and her ambitions, it's impossible to pretend not to know...

Yu Lingxi's expression darkened, and as she watched the receding figure, she almost gritted her teeth and said, "I don't have time to argue with you now. If you want an explanation, I will definitely meet you later!"

As she spoke, she was about to fly past Gong Qingli.

"If I were to say..."

Gong Qingli smiled slightly: "I'd like to have it now?"

With a flick of her fingertips, a wisp of lotus flower separated from her side and instantly wrapped around Yu Lingxi's body.

"court death!"

Yu Lingxi's eyes flashed with cold light, and the feathers all over her body stood on end, instantly transforming into thousands of moon blades that shot through the air.

Gong Qingli's lips curled slightly, but she showed no fear whatsoever.

With a gentle lift of her hand, emerald waves surged forth from the void, condensing into a hundred-foot lotus platform.

The moon blade pierced the lotus petals as if it had vanished into thin air, leaving only ripples that spread outwards, revealing a chilling killing intent.

"Yu Lingxi, you have been fighting with me for hundreds of years, yet you still use the same moves. If you couldn't win last time, do you think you can beat me this time?" Gong Qingli said with a soft laugh.

"Alright, today I'll show you... the supernatural power I specially learned for you!"

Yu Lingxi suddenly spread her wings, tearing open the leaden clouds in the sky. A ray of blazing sun pierced down like a golden spear, condensing into a dazzling longbow in her palm.

The moment the bowstring trembled, nine streams of fire arrows, carrying the force to burn the heavens, roared in, causing rain to billow and the blue stone palace to collapse with a deafening crash.

"The Gong family's Water Element Technique is nothing special!"

Hearing mocking voices, Gong Qingli's expression turned serious.

She lightly touched the lotus platform with her toes, and her figure instantly transformed into a hundred illusory images.

The arrow pierced through the afterimage, stirring up towering waves of flame, but her true form was already riding the waves and soaring into the air. At the same time, an ice-blue jade pendant flew out from her sleeve.

The jade pendant swelled in the wind and instantly transformed into a mountain that blotted out the sky. From within it came the ancient roar of dragons, and nine clear blue dragons burst out of the wall, spewing out cold breaths.

Water and fire clashed between heaven and earth, half the sky burned into crimson clouds, and half the void transformed into water.

Everyone present clicked their tongues and frowned; compared to these two, they seemed like younger generations…

Yu Lingxi covered her wings with glazed gold patterns, bravely withstanding the onslaught of the tide, and then ripped off a vital feather.

The feathers detached from the body and instantly transformed into a thousand-foot-tall blue phoenix, its long beak opening and closing to bite the entire azure dragon to pieces.

Gong Qingli's face paled slightly, but she wouldn't just stand by and watch her opponent change tactics without doing anything.

With a thought, her hand gestures became even faster, like falling stars. The lotus platform beneath her feet suddenly blossomed into twelve petals, each petal displaying ancient incantations.

"rise."

The incantation swirled and formed an array, and the Netherworld Weak Water gushed forth from the earth's veins, instantly flooding the entire battlefield.

When the Azure Phoenix's image was touched by a drop of Weak Water, its brilliant feathers immediately became dull and decayed.

Yu Lingxi let out a muffled groan, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, but a frenzied fighting spirit, previously absent, ignited in her eyes.

Suddenly, she clasped her hands together, seven-colored feather patterns appeared between her brows, and the shadow of the primordial phoenix, which blotted out the sky, faintly appeared behind her.

Gong Qingli's pupils contracted slightly, and a clear, melodious sound of a golden bell suddenly rang from her sleeve.

Seven ancient bronze bells engraved with Kui patterns emerged from the void, and as their sound reverberated, the raging waves of the Weak Water condensed into a cage.

The moment the Primordial Phoenix Shadow tore at the cage with its sharp claws, the earth's veins collapsed for thousands of miles, and countless rocks and withered trees turned into dust. In the billowing dust, only two figures could be seen passing each other like shooting stars.

This earth-shattering battle lasted for half a quarter of an hour before Gong Qingli suddenly stopped with a light laugh.

The seven ancient bells transformed into streams of light and disappeared into his sleeve, while the vast expanse of weak water vanished without a trace, like the receding tide.

"Let's stop here after we've had our fun today."

She gracefully landed back on the lotus platform, but a strand of her hair silently broke off at her temple, carving a three-zhang-deep pit into the ground as she fell, which was enough to show that she was not as calm and collected as she appeared.

The ancestral phantom behind Yu Lingxi had not yet dissipated when she heard this and suddenly looked up.

Her divine sense spread like a tidal wave for thousands of miles, but she could no longer find even a trace of Yu Cheng's breath.

She stared intently at Gong Qingli's ambiguous smile, the metallic taste rising in her throat almost uncontrollable, and finally managed to squeeze out only two words through clenched teeth: "Good...very good!"

A fierce wind swept across the ruins, and amidst the embers of fire and water, Yu Lingxi flapped her wings and turned back, not even bothering to give chase.

"Send orders to the four Xuanling Guards to take my Feather Token back to the clan and report to the clan leader."

She tossed a gilded token into the white-haired man's hand and instructed him, "Yu Chengkong didn't have time to cultivate that secret technique, so he definitely can't escape the outside world. Tell my father, and he will send someone else..."

The white-haired man was startled. It seemed that his clan was about to send out a sixth-tier Dao Lord.
Sixth rank... Not to mention their Feather Clan, even in the entire Guixu, there are few figures like this who dare to show their faces and cause trouble...

He thought so, and he also believed that it was reasonable to send out a sixth-level Dao Lord.

If the method of merging the bloodlines of all races were to be leaked, it would be difficult to explain to the immortal envoys who frequently contacted their respective clans...

After the four of them left, Yu Lingxi turned and looked towards the direction of the small world, her eyes filled with even more ruthlessness: "The rest of you, do not worry about anything else. Charge forward with your spiritual energy and follow me back to the small world. We must break through the Holy Spirit Feather Robe's restriction within half a day!"

"Yes!"

Upon hearing the sound, the Xuan and Su factions immediately sprang into action, rushing past the Qingling group as if they were complete strangers.

"Should we still go?"

A slightly younger True Monarch Qingling spoke up and asked.

"Go to hell!"

"I've been fed up with that old bastard Xuan Ling for a long time, and now's the perfect opportunity to separate!"

"I'm afraid the clan leader won't agree..."

"What's there to be afraid of? With Elder Shang in charge, he probably won't dare to really make a move..."

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The expressions of the Qingling lineage varied, and although their tone was forceful, anyone could see that they were somewhat outwardly strong but inwardly weak.

Meanwhile, in the outer sea, Yu staggered out of the water and rushed straight to his pre-prepared hiding place without pausing for a moment.

Before long, he swooped back down into the sea and continued to sink until he finally arrived at a dilapidated underwater palace complex.

Judging from the depictions on the palace wall, the former owner seemed to have been a lobster that had attained enlightenment and built the palace.

Upon arriving here, Fang Da breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the blood from his lips, took out a bright blue embryo, exhaled a deep breath, and could no longer suppress the excitement in his heart...

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(End of this chapter)