SFS Chapter 64 Undercurrents
Chapter 64 Undercurrents
Night fell again, the evening breeze grew cool, and the surrounding mountains fell completely silent. The night was as thick as ink, with not a single star or moon in sight.
Li Ya leaned against the railing and gazed into the distance. After nightfall, he felt a strange sense of unease.
The manor was brightly lit and the array formations were constantly circulating. He guessed that it was his first time participating in the trial, and he was probably nervous.
"Brother Xiaoya, why are you looking so gloomy? We're here to find treasure, not to die. Just like Auntie said, preserving our lives is the most important thing."
"If you're unsure what to do, you can flee far away. We don't do that kind of desperate counterattack. You're allowed to do it this way, but others can't?"
"The world is teeming with exceptional talents, we're just tiny shrimp!"
"Besides, with so many sects and families participating this time, they can feast while we just get the scraps."
Li Ya thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "Senior brother, your words are truly insightful. This makes sense; only the living can attain enlightenment."
So he simply closed the window, sat cross-legged on the couch, and closed his eyes to rest.
But as night deepened, the dark clouds, which had been still and quiet during the day, gradually became strange and restless.
Above the rift valley, dark clouds rolled and surged, gathering and dispersing unpredictably, like the roar of a ferocious beast or the final struggle of a vicious dragon.
The Yin energy surged in layers, but was locked in place by an invisible barrier, preventing it from overflowing.
Even across a hundred miles of mountains and rivers, the cultivators in the manor could still clearly feel the tremors coming from deep underground.
"hold head high!"
A deafening roar, filled with the oppressive ferocity of time, reverberated through the ages, each sound shaking hearts and keeping everyone on edge.
Then the earth's veins surged, and spiritual energy boiled.
All the monks in the entire manor were sleepless.
"If it were like this every day, none of us could stand it."
Li Ya stepped outside, leaned against the railing, and gazed out at the fierce night wind that whipped his robes into a fluttering sound. He stared into the distance at the endlessly rolling black clouds.
I didn't sleep a wink all night. At dawn the next day, golden light broke through the night, and the darkness completely faded away.
Just as the sun rose into the sky, a buzzing sound rang out.
"That is?"
"It's Bai Yujing!"
"No, it's just a temple in Baiyujing."
Rumble!
The clouds in the sky suddenly parted to both sides, and a golden radiance poured down.
Above the void, a white jade palace slowly descended from the heavens, surrounded by countless mysterious runes.
The moment the palace was firmly settled, all the anomalies in Fallen Dragon Valley came to an abrupt halt.
Immediately afterwards, an extremely ordinary voice rang out, reaching the ears of every cultivator; even if one covered their ears, it would still echo in their mind.
"I, Zhao Xuansu, hereby issue the imperial decree of the Jade Capital to lift the Dragon Lock in the Dragon Valley."
"We will spread opportunities to those below us, and cultivators from Central Continent are welcome to come and compete for a chance at the Great Dao."
His voice was completely devoid of any emotion.
All the cultivators in the manor looked up at the sky and saw a cultivator dressed in a pure white Taoist robe appear in the center of the White Jade Palace.
The cultivator stood high in the sky, his expression calm and undisturbed. He slowly raised his hand to form a hand seal, and spiritual light flowed from his fingertips as he activated the supreme restrictive laws of the White Jade Palace.
Countless talismans converged into a torrent, all of which plunged into the Fallen Dragon Valley.
"Open the Heavenly Dragon Lock!"
With a single word, heaven and earth trembled, and all things followed!
The spiritual light of the Baiyu Palace in the sky surged, and countless patterns lit up, stretching across the sky.
Endless spiritual light, like a celestial river falling, poured into the rift valley.
Click click click!
In the void, the originally invisible restrictive array patterns slowly emerged in the air, loosening the shackles of the seal inch by inch.
"Now that the Dragon Valley is unsealed, creation has returned to the mortal realm."
"I hereby establish this rule: For the first thirty days after the lifting of the ban, the juniors shall undergo a trial period. Anyone who dares to lay a hand on me will be executed without mercy."
"Cultivators below the sixth level from each sect may enter the valley to gather materials and seek their own opportunities, relying on their own abilities and accepting their fate."
"Thirty days from now, the entire Fallen Dragon Valley will be under the direct jurisdiction of White Jade Capital!"
His words determined the fate of the world, and his voice echoed for miles around.
……
In Sifang Town, the Taoist Xuandao once again stepped into this place.
After slaughtering the Zhang family, he learned about the auction of the True Method of Dugu City and quickly realized that the Zhang family was not the real owner.
All the signs point to the fact that Yunfu Sect is the mastermind behind the leak of the Dharma lineage.
Now he was in a bind, so he had no choice but to return to Sifang Town. His once upright figure was now somewhat hunched over.
He found a quiet alley, leaned against the wall with no strength, and then slowly slid to the ground.
He just smiled wryly and took out a small shuttle, about an inch in size.
"That damned White Bone Cult deserves to have its secrets exposed."
He then gripped the shuttle and plunged it fiercely into his chest, piercing his heart.
His Qi Refining Perfection cultivation level began to plummet rapidly, and all his true energy was swallowed up by the Spirit Shuttle. Xuan Daoist's skin instantly turned yellow and withered, and patches of gray and white marks appeared.
On White Bone Peak, Yan Jinghong, the leader of a sect, could only glance helplessly at the peak master of White Bone Peak.
Yin Tianjue, who was originally at the Great Perfection of the Purple Mansion realm, was now unable to listen to any advice.
"Master, please don't try to dissuade me. I have no choice but to go, and I have no choice but to do this."
"If I do nothing, I will be ashamed before my lineage ancestors and before my disciples."
Yan Jinghong turned around, looking into the void, her tone full of regret: "Junior Brother Yin, I regret letting you carry out this plan!"
"Senior Brother Headmaster, I blame myself. This is probably my fate. If I can return, all will be well. If I die, I only hope that you will take good care of the disciples of the White Bone lineage."
Yan Jinghong simply nodded, and Yin Tianjue breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank you, senior brother!"
Immediately, a deathly pale demonic aura erupted, and countless demonic runes emerged from the void. A vortex rose in front of him, and Yin Tianjue, without any hesitation, plunged straight into it.
Crossing hundreds of thousands of miles of empty space in an instant.
When he appeared in the alley of Sifang Town, Xuan Tong Daoist was already a dying man.
Xuan Tong stared intently at the terrifying voice from his memory, a strange courage rising within him.
"I'll fuck your mother!"
Before Yin Tianjue could even make a move, Xuan Tong Daoist completely lost his life force, his body turning into ashes and dissipating in the deep alley.
"Hmph! Useless!"
Yin Tianjue showed no pity, and with a wave of his hand, he swept the ashes away into the distance.
At this moment, Yunfu Sect remains peaceful and serene.
The main peak is shrouded in a sea of clouds, ancient pines are verdant, and spiritual energy flows through the mountains.
Those who remained were either meditating or practicing their supernatural powers, completely unaware that a demon had already crossed thousands of miles of void and landed at the Yunfu Sect.
Yin Tianjue raised his hand and summoned twelve corn demon gods. His body was also surrounded by a sea of demonic energy, surging endlessly. Without any deliberate effort, his supreme pressure permeated the entire Yunfu Sect.
With the protective array of the mountain disconnected, the remaining cultivators and elders of the sect all stiffened and stopped breathing, as an extreme fear originating from the depths of their souls swept over them.
"A powerful being from the Purple Mansion!"
Yin Tianjue lowered his eyes and looked down at Yunfu Sect below, his eyes showing neither joy nor sorrow, only indifference.
The white bone demon crashed down, causing the mountains to tremble violently.
Each punch, imbued with demonic fire, slammed heavily onto the main peak, causing it to collapse and the sect's spiritual veins to rupture instantly.
"You thief, how dare you!"
The Yunfu Sect leader's eyes were bloodshot, and he spat out a mouthful of blood onto the Listening Thunder Hall.
The accumulated power of various sect leaders over the past century was instantly unleashed, forcefully withstanding the pressure from the Purple Mansion cultivators.
The Thunder Palace rippled, carrying endless thunder, transforming into a pool of lightning that crashed into the White Bone Demon God.