The sky above the ancient holy city was covered with oppressive clouds of killing intent. Within the depths of his soul sea Hun Miesheng suddenly felt a violent tremor that spread from the imprint he had long ago left upon the puppet. That mark grew hotter and hotter like a burning brand upon his mind. The meaning of it was clear. Gu Yuan had returned.
Hun Miesheng's eyes turned darker. He knew that there was no more time to waste. A Nine Star Dou Sheng at peak level was not something he could contend against in his present state. Even with all of his strange flames even with the weight of the heavy water and even with his unique methods the gap between early eight star and peak nine star was too wide. If Gu Yuan returned in full force then there would be no possibility of survival.
The twelve Dou Sheng true bodies that had surrounded him pressed in again. Gigantic hands of condensed fighting spirit descended with the power to overturn heaven and earth. Hun Miesheng's face sank. His right hand clenched tightly around the droplet of heavy water. A low hum echoed as the droplet shone with a cold blue radiance. Space itself twisted and folded around it. A chilling aura spread out in every direction. Frost spread swiftly over the enormous true bodies freezing their movements and slowing the descent of the giant hands. Reversed gravity surged out and pushed back against the pressure.
The expression of Dao Xuan the ancient clan's supreme elder grew unpleasant. If even the strength of twelve residual souls of ancient eight star Dou Sheng elders could not suppress Hun Miesheng then this arrangement would be a waste of their greatest hidden foundation. His aged voice rang out sharp and cold.
"Twelve holy statues form the emperor seal."
At once the twelve colossal true bodies opened their eyes. Golden light glimmered in those dim sockets. Twelve enormous palms began to weave complicated seals each stroke condensing the power of heaven and earth.
Hun Miesheng's brows furrowed. He could sense the gathering of an emperor seal technique. These twelve residual souls were about to simultaneously unleash the Emperor Seal Art. Even if their strength was incomplete even if they could only reach four layers of the emperor seal the combined force of twelve eight star true bodies would far surpass what Dao Xuan had displayed earlier alone. Such an attack could rival or even exceed the blow of a nine star Dou Sheng at initial stage. If this was allowed to complete then his situation would become impossible to salvage.
He could not allow the emperor seal to be completed.
Hun Miesheng's eyes gleamed cold. His lips opened and he spat out a golden sphere. The sphere hovered in mid air. As it appeared countless golden arcs of lightning erupted outward filling the heavens with a net of thunder. The sound of crackling lightning shook the souls of all who watched.
The expressions of the ancient clan members changed drastically.
"This is the Nine Profound Golden Thunder."
"The heavenly thunder that descends only when a ninth grade golden pill emerges."
None of the ancient clan elders could mistake such a terrifying force. If they could not recognize it then their long lives had been in vain.
The golden thunderball gave a piercing cry. A thunderous roar shook the firmament. The originally clear sky darkened instantly as heavy black clouds rolled over the horizon. Thunder rumbled within those clouds like countless ministers bowing before their sovereign.
The twelve residual soul true bodies trembled faintly. Deep within them lay a fear that could not be suppressed. Hun Miesheng's lips curled in a sneer. As expected. The Nine Profound Golden Thunder was the strongest and most rigid of heavenly forces. Against remnant souls of the dead its power was naturally absolute.
Yet in the distance black clouds surged like a tide. Hun Miesheng's pupils shrank. Gu Yuan was returning. He had no more time.
"One strike to settle everything."
His eyes turned pitch black. The golden thunderball resonated violently. Three thousand streaks of golden lightning arced outward filling the surroundings with a sea of thunder. The massive formation that sealed the city shook violently. The golden light flickered unstable under the pressure of endless lightning strikes.
"The formation is breaking."
"Stop him quickly."
Dao Xuan shouted but his words were drowned out by thunder.
"Break."
Hun Miesheng's voice was low and cold. The golden sphere exploded. Thousands of thunder dragons burst forth striking the ancient formation. With deafening noise the barrier cracked and splintered.
The twelve residual souls screamed in terror. They were ripped from the bodies of the low star Dou Shengs and burned to nothingness in the golden sea of thunder. Their true bodies shattered. Without the residual souls the dozen cultivators who had only been at second or third star collapsed screaming. Against the might of the Nine Profound Golden Thunder which rivaled a seven star Dou Sheng they had no hope of survival. Their flesh and spirit were annihilated leaving nothing behind.
The thunder spread further. Several bolts streaked into the crowd of ancient clan cultivators. In the blink of an eye over a dozen figures were reduced to blackened ash without even the chance to scream.
A terrible cry rang out. Gu Yao's arm was struck by the edge of a lightning arc. Flesh and bone exploded instantly. If Dao Xuan had not intervened to absorb most of the force the young man would have perished on the spot.
Jian Ya the sword elder felt cold sweat drip down his back. His treasured sword had once again shattered. The speed and force of the golden thunder were unstoppable. Even as a six star Dou Sheng he had barely managed to block a single strike. His body trembled with exhaustion. Relief came for only a breath before a chill of death enveloped him.
"Not good."
His face twisted in horror.
A sharp sound followed.
Before he could retreat a black robed figure appeared at his side. A clawed hand pierced directly through his chest. Jian Ya's eyes widened in disbelief. He saw the strange demonic face close at hand.
"Your life belongs to me."
The cold voice of death echoed in his ears. Thunder and fire surged through his body and soul. Jian Ya was erased completely from existence.
Dao Xuan roared with fury. Jian Ya had been a six star Dou Sheng a valuable force for the clan. To see him killed so easily before his eyes was humiliation and a devastating loss.
Hun Miesheng ignored the elder's anger. His gaze turned to Gu Yao who was pale and trembling.
"You were fortunate to survive this time. Your life remains but next time I will claim it."
The killing intent in Hun Miesheng's eyes made the youth's heart tremble. His body shook violently.
Hun Miesheng lifted his eyes. In the sky a crack in the void slowly opened. Within that crack shadows flickered. His expression turned grave. He knew who was coming.
His sleeve flicked. The thunder the fire and the heavy water all returned into his body like rivers flowing into the sea. His right hand slashed downward tearing open another crack in space. Without hesitation he stepped into it.
The moment he entered the void passage a tall figure stepped out from the opposite side.
Gu Yuan had returned.
"Clan leader."
"The clan leader has come back."
The surviving ancient clan members cheered with relief.
Gu Yuan's gaze swept the ruins of the city. The holy city lay in rubble. Countless clansmen lay dead. His face grew dark with rage.
"What has happened here."
Dao Xuan shouted quickly. "Gu Yuan seize Hun Miesheng immediately."
Gu Yuan frowned. His eyes traced the ripple of space where Hun Miesheng had fled. His palm stretched forward grabbing at the node of space. A muffled groan sounded as Hun Miesheng's figure almost fell out of the void. Purple light flickered around his body. With a sudden tremor he forced himself deeper into the void and vanished.
"Trying to run."
Gu Yuan's voice was cold. His palm lifted again ready to strike.
But at that moment a soft voice called out.
"Father I missed you so much."
From the ancient gate stepped Gu Xun Er her delicate voice trembling.
Gu Yuan's hand shook slightly. Memories of that exploding puppet made him wary. But as he confirmed the girl's presence his face softened.
"Xun Er you are safe. Then I am at ease."
He lowered his hand. Relief filled his eyes.
Dao Xuan's face twisted with frustration. He struck his chest with regret.
"Women cause disaster women cause delay."
Gu Xun Er nestled into her father's embrace but her clear eyes glanced faintly at the place where Hun Miesheng had disappeared.
'I helped you once again.'
(End of Chapter)
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