SFS Chapter 9 The Dragon Crossing the River at the Bottom of the Well
Chapter 9 The Dragon Crossing the River at the Bottom of the Well
The ocean is 10,000 meters deep, as black as eternal night, and the water pressure is as heavy as ten thousand pounds, capable of crushing steel into dust—but today, this desolate trench has been torn apart by two extreme forces, creating a monstrous phenomenon!
"Boom—"
Two towering, azure water walls, each tens of feet high, suddenly rose up with a roar. Their surfaces were covered with churning white foam, and tiny whirlpools spun and collided wildly, each churning emitting a piercing shriek. It wasn't the force of nature, but the terrifying water pressure from ten thousand meters deep in the ocean, desperately squeezing the pale blue sword energy barrier surrounding Lu Yuan. The barrier trembled incessantly, yet remained completely still, without even a crack appearing. Instead, the surrounding seawater hissed as it was cut by the sharpness of the sword energy, ripples of white mist rising from it.
Lu Yuan stood with his hands behind his back, his feet firmly planted on the dark, cold seabed rocks. His robes fluttered in the invisible air currents, and he felt no sluggishness from the high pressure of the deep sea. He glanced around, his eyes completely calm, as if the place beneath his feet was not a terrifying ten-thousand-meter-deep trench, but just an ordinary courtyard.
This trench had long been utterly distorted. From the cracks in the rocks beneath their feet, dark red magma gushed forth, the scorching air carrying the pungent smell of sulfur, instantly spreading and violently colliding with the icy seawater, creating billowing white mist. The surrounding seawater temperature had long since exceeded boiling point, boiling like hot water. Those giant deep-sea fish that should have roamed the deep sea with their strong resistance to pressure were now all belly up, their bodies bloated and rotten from being boiled, floating in clumps around the outer edge of the water wall, emitting a burnt, fishy smell—this was the unstoppable residual power of Lu Yuan's passage.
Lu Yuan's nostrils twitched slightly as he followed the intensely pure, almost violent, fiery energy, moving slowly forward. The sound of gushing lava grew louder, the heat more intense, and the scene ahead gradually became clearer: a bronze gate, half-hidden by crimson lava, stood majestically, its surface engraved with intricate and interwoven array patterns, between which flowed a faint, blood-red spiritual light, eerie and malevolent.
Lu Yuan paused slightly, his gaze falling on the array patterns. He raised an eyebrow, a cold sneer flashing in his eyes.
This is by no means one of those crude and trivial techniques from the ancient martial arts world on Earth, but a genuine spirit-gathering array from the cultivation world—however, the way the array patterns are carved carries a nauseatingly bloody smell, and every line looks as if it is drawn with the essence blood of a living person, sinister and chilling.
"A low-level demonic cultivator from the Sirius Star Region dares to cause trouble on Earth?" Lu Yuan said in a low voice, his voice not loud, but carrying a chilling intent that could penetrate the seawater. "Don't you even know whose territory this is?"
Before he finished speaking, he raised his hand and slapped the bronze gate. There were no fancy moves, no grand momentum, just a simple palm strike, yet it contained earth-shattering power.
"boom--!!!"
The deafening roar reverberated through the deep sea, causing the 10,000-meter-deep trench to tremble violently. Countless rocks shattered and tumbled down, and lava spewed even higher. The massive, incredibly sturdy bronze gate, weighing tens of tons, had no chance to resist under this single blow. It shattered instantly into a shower of copper slag, the flying fragments melting into the high-temperature lava and turning into molten copper that merged into the churning magma.
A wave of intense heat, mixed with an overwhelming amount of spiritual energy, swept over us instantly, dispersing the surrounding seawater and revealing a completely different world beyond the gate—the cave was devoid of any seawater, the air was so dry it could ignite, and the heat was intense, as if we were inside a giant furnace.
In the center of the cave was a huge lava pool, where crimson lava churned and boiled wildly, bubbles bursting and spewing out scorching waves of air. Right in the middle of the lava pool, a drop of liquid the size of a fist, entirely crimson and with dragon-shaped patterns, floated in mid-air, radiating a terrifyingly intense fiery power. This was Lu Yuan's target for this trip—the Extreme Fiery Dragon Marrow!
On a black stone below the dragon marrow, a young man dressed in a purple Taoist robe sat cross-legged, with long hair flowing down his shoulders, a sinister face, and a mottled black aura surrounding him.
The loud crash of the door shattering instantly startled the young man awake. He abruptly opened his eyes, his pupils displaying an eerie dark gold hue. His gaze swept across the room like a venomous snake, and the moment he saw Lu Yuan, his brows furrowed sharply. His tone was filled with disdain and arrogant arrogance, his accent strange, carrying the air of an alien race from outer space.
"A Divine Realm martial artist from China?" He sneered, his contempt undisguised. "The concealment array I set up couldn't even be detected by your Earth's nuclear submarines. How could a native like you, who can't even fly, manage to get here? You do have some luck."
Lu Yuan stared at him silently, his gaze sharp as a knife, seemingly able to pierce through his skin and reach his very internal organs. At the late Foundation Establishment stage, his spiritual energy was a chaotic mess, and his meridians still held a large amount of resentment and poison left behind by those who had exploited mortals, making him repulsive and foul-smelling—this kind of person wouldn't even be qualified to be a menial servant in a major sect in the cultivation world, yet he dared to put on airs in front of him?
Lu Yuan took a step forward, his aura suddenly turning cold, and a sense of oppression surged towards the young man like a tide. He spoke each word clearly and icyly: "The aura on your body and the master behind that account in the capital are on the same leash."
These words struck the young man like a thunderbolt! His expression changed drastically, and he could no longer maintain his haughty demeanor. He abruptly stood up, his wide purple Taoist robe billowing without wind, and the black aura around him surged instantly. His eyes were filled with shock and disbelief: "You...you actually know about the affairs behind the royal family of the capital!?"
Before he finished speaking, the young man suddenly grabbed at the air with his right hand, and a ball of flames instantly condensed, transforming into a long sword over ten feet long. The blade was burning with pitch-black flames and exuded a sinister and chilling aura, appearing out of thin air in his hand.
"I am an inner disciple of the Blood River Sect in the Sirius Star Region, ordered to guard the Extreme Flame Dragon Marrow here, and incidentally, to select suitable furnaces for the sect on Earth!" the young man roared, trying to hide his panic. "Since you, a frog in a well, have stumbled in by sheer luck, then stay and become fertilizer for this lava pool!"
In his view, Earth was a desolate planet devoid of spiritual energy. The Divine Realm warriors here were at most equivalent to the peak of the Qi Refining stage in the cultivation world, while he was a genuine late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator. Killing these natives would be easier than crushing an ant. He didn't take Lu Yuan seriously at all, and didn't even bother with any unnecessary probing.
With his hands rapidly forming hand seals, the young man's eyes flashed with a fierce light. He suddenly swung out the flaming longsword in his hand. The longsword, accompanied by a mournful howl and a wave of earth-shattering heat, cleaved straight at Lu Yuan's crown. The blade's fierce wind even distorted and ignited the surrounding air.
"Blood River Burning Heaven Slash!!"
Faced with a blow powerful enough to split an aircraft carrier deck in two, Lu Yuan didn't even lift his eyelids, nor did he move his feet an inch. He simply stood there quietly, letting the flaming longsword slam into his forehead.
"when--!!!"
A deafening clang of metal clashing rang out, the piercing shriek almost tearing eardrums apart. The flaming longsword that the young man was so proud of shattered instantly upon contact with Lu Yuan's skin, as if it had struck the hardest divine iron in the world, dissipating into countless sparks that vanished into the air.
A terrifying recoil force slammed back onto the young man along the hilt of the knife. "Crack—crack—" Several crisp sounds rang out, and the sleeves of the young man's arms shattered on the spot. The bones in his two arms broke from his wrists all the way to his shoulders, and the white bone fragments pierced through his flesh, causing blood to gush out and stain his purple Taoist robe red.
"ah--!!!"
The young man let out a bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered. He was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the black rocks at the edge of the lava pool. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his body convulsing uncontrollably, unable to even move a finger. His prized Foundation Establishment stage protective essence was utterly worthless before Lu Yuan, less than a thin sheet of paper!
"You...you're not a Divine Realm cultivator!!" The young man's body contorted in pain, his dark golden pupils filled with the terror of his shattered understanding. His voice trembled, choked with sobs, "Hitting a magic weapon with your bare body...you're a Golden Core stage monster?! This is impossible!! The Heaven and Earth Separation Formation in this wretched place, Earth, can't possibly contain a Golden Core stage cultivator!!"
Lu Yuan slowly walked up to him, looking down at the wriggling worm on the ground. There was no pity in his eyes, only a chilling coldness. His tone was calm, but it carried a suffocating sense of oppression: "You spout false compassion of obeying fate. Today, I will use this Asura's malevolent energy to shatter your self-deceiving dream of immortality."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Yuan raised his right foot and stepped on the young man's chest without hesitation. With a slight force under his foot, a "crack" sounded as several more ribs broke. The young man's screams rose again, but were suppressed by the aura emanating from Lu Yuan, and he could only let out weak whimpers.
"Soul Search".
Two words: chilling and piercing. Lu Yuan's Mahayana stage divine sense instantly transformed into countless invisible steel needles, carrying a savage and violent power, directly and violently piercing the young man's sea of consciousness—there was no gradual probing, no mercy whatsoever, just the most brutal tearing, the most thorough plundering.
The young man's body stiffened abruptly, unable to even utter a scream. Black blood gushed from his seven orifices, his body convulsed violently as if electrocuted, his eyes rapidly unfocused, and the pain of his consciousness being forcibly torn apart made him wish he were dead.
Countless fragments of memory flooded Lu Yuan's mind like a tidal wave: A hundred years ago, an interstellar spaceship from the Sirius star system crashed on Earth. Those low-level cultivators discovered that although Earth's spiritual energy was depleted, the sheer number of mortals made it an excellent source of food and a suitable furnace for cultivation. They secretly supported several royal families in the capital, exchanging incomplete cultivation techniques and longevity pills for the royal families to collect rare and precious materials for them. They even secretly sacrificed living people, harming countless lives. And that lost bronze piece was one of the keys to unlocking an interstellar teleportation array deep within the Kunlun Mountains. Zhao Tianlong hired someone to kill his mother in order to steal this key and offer it to these foreign demonic cultivators!
"I see." The killing intent in Lu Yuan's eyes surged instantly, like a dormant volcano erupting completely. His aura became extremely sharp, and even the surrounding magma seemed to be shocked by this killing intent, churning even more violently.
He withdrew his divine sense, and the young man beneath his feet had his sea of consciousness completely churned into a mushy mess. His eyes were empty, his breath was weak, and all that remained was a twitching, idiotic corpse—not even worthy of dying a quick and painless death.
"Kunlun Mountain, teleportation array..." Lu Yuan murmured, each word carrying a world-destroying resolve, "Since you trash from the Sirius Starfield treat Earth like a pigsty and mortals like food, then I will burn that teleportation array, along with your entire Sirius Starfield, to ashes!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Yuan kicked the idiot's corpse into the scalding lava pool like trash, where it was instantly swallowed up without leaving a trace.
He turned around, his gaze falling on the drop of Extreme Flame Dragon Marrow in mid-air, a hint of warmth flashing in his eyes—Qingxue's life could be saved.
With his five fingers spread, Lu Yuan grabbed at the air, and a powerful force instantly enveloped the drop of Extreme Flame Dragon Marrow. The dragon marrow seemed to have come to life, letting out a sharp cry similar to a dragon's roar, and bursting out with a blinding red light, trying to break free from Lu Yuan's control and escape back into the lava pool.
"Come here." Lu Yuan's tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority, and he abruptly pulled his hand back.
The resistance surrounding the dragon marrow was instantly crushed, as if it were made of paper. It transformed into a crimson stream of light and obediently fell into Lu Yuan's palm. Its scorching temperature was enough to melt steel, but in Lu Yuan's palm, it only felt warm and could not harm him in the slightest.
I've received the item.
Lu Yuan gripped the Extreme Flame Dragon Marrow in his palm, the killing intent in his eyes slightly diminished, leaving only a trace of urgency—it was time to go back and extend Qingxue's life.
He turned and walked out of the bronze gate without hesitation. The lava pool behind him, now free from the suppression of the Extreme Flame Dragon Marrow, began to boil and surge wildly, spewing lava continuously. The entire cave was trembling violently, on the verge of triggering a cataclysmic underwater volcanic eruption that would completely engulf this ten-thousand-meter-deep trench.
Lu Yuan, however, didn't care at all, and didn't even have the interest to look back.
He walked step by step towards the surface of the sea through the ten-thousand-meter-deep seawater channel. His robes fluttered in the wind, and his body exuded a chilling sword aura. The seawater along the way automatically receded, and the deep-sea creatures that had not yet been boiled trembled with fear after sensing his aura, not even daring to approach.
The darkness and heat of the deep sea could not stop him; the demonic cultivators and conspiracies of the Sirius Star Region could not destroy his obsession.
Today, the Dragon Marrow has returned to its rightful place, and the demonic cultivator has been beheaded; in the future, before Mount Kunlun, he will surely flatten the teleportation array, burn Sirius to ashes, and repay blood with blood, and tooth with tooth!