dognovel Chapter 358 Solve the doubts
Chapter 358 Solve the doubts
Gu Yang, however, looked calm and even patted Hu Qing's shoulder gently to comfort him.
He had long noticed the abnormality of the spatial force in his body, but he did not expect it to be so serious.
Old Xia stroked his long, snow-white beard and suddenly smiled again:
"But... fortune and disaster go hand in hand. Although these spatial forces are dangerous, if I can break through to the Dust-Breaking Stage..."
"What do you mean, senior?" Hu Qing asked anxiously.
"Brother Duanchen has already begun to utilize the power of space."
Elder Xia took a sip of tea slowly and calmly. "By then, these powers will not only be harmless, but will actually be a great help to him."
A gleam of light flashed in Gu Yang's eyes, and he nodded thoughtfully.
Hu Qing then breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense shoulders finally relaxed.
"So the most important thing right now..." Elder Xia put down his teacup and looked at the two of them meaningfully, "is to improve your cultivation as quickly as possible."
Knowing that there was a way to dissolve those strange spatial forces, the two people's tense nerves finally relaxed and smiles appeared on their faces unconsciously.
Gu Yang hesitated for a moment, then asked the biggest question in his mind:
"Master Xia, what exactly are the Sacred Artifact Twin Flowers? We've collected seven fragments, but it feels like we're still a long way off..."
When Old Xia heard this, a strange light flashed in his eyes.
He slowly extended his wrinkled hand and said, "Let me see the fragments."
Gu Yang nodded and closed his eyes to concentrate.
I saw a faint light appearing in his dantian, and pieces of glowing fragments emerged one after another and landed lightly on the stone table.
Hu Qing also activated his spiritual power and took out the strangest trade stone from his dantian.
The stone table was soon covered with fragments of all sizes, and the collisions made crisp sounds like the ringing of wind chimes.
Old Xia's skinny fingers gently brushed across each piece of debris. Wherever his fingertips passed, strange patterns appeared on the surface of the debris.
He sometimes nodded, sometimes frowned, and finally showed a look of appreciation.
"The reason why a holy weapon is a holy weapon..." Elder Xia's voice suddenly became distant, "is not only because of its unparalleled power, but also because it chooses its master to serve."
He tapped his fingertips, and the fragments on the table suddenly levitated. "Of the four sacred artifacts, the Twin Flowers are the most mysterious. I have practiced for tens of thousands of years, and I have only seen three people truly master them."
Hu Qing and Gu Yang watched with bated breath, only to see Old Xia waving his hands and the fragments starting to piece themselves together as if they were alive.
The black fragments gathered into a gorgeous flower, while the purple fragments turned into flower stems.
A faint light emanated from the joints, and the cracks between the fragments healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Ding--"
Following a clear sound, a broken black and purple exotic flower suddenly appeared on the table.
The flower is pitch black, yet it emits an eerie purple glow. The petals are as thin as cicada wings, with serrated edges.
The most peculiar thing is that although it is just lying quietly on the table, it gives people the illusion that it is slowly blooming.
"Looks like we're only missing the last four pieces."
Elder Xia stroked his long beard gently. "The stamens, the roots, and the twin flowers that will never be destroyed, and finally..."
He glanced at the two of them meaningfully, "The most important thing is fickleness."
Gu Yang couldn't help but stretch out his hand to touch it, but when he was just inches away from the flower, he was bounced away by an invisible force.
Elder Xia smiled and said, "It has recognized you as its master, but it has not yet fully accepted you. It still needs to gather all the fragments..."
His old fingers slowly closed, holding the enchanting twin flowers in his palm, and said:
"However, it's almost time. Let me help you..."
A dazzling white light suddenly burst out from the top of the crystal staff, forming a sharp contrast with the black and purple flowers.
The old man's expression was solemn, with beads of sweat oozing from his forehead. The moment his staff gently tapped the petals—
"boom!"
A black and purple beam of light as thick as a bucket shot out from the center of the flower and soared into the sky.
Wherever the beam of light passed, the air made an explosive sound as if it could not bear the weight.
Hu Qing looked up and saw a huge circular gap torn in the clouds in the sky. A column of light exploded at the top of the sky, turning into a black vortex with a diameter of nearly 100 feet.
In the center of the vortex, a giant flower bud slowly emerged.
The illusory flower bud was translucent, with purple-black lines like blood vessels flowing on its surface.
What's even more terrifying is that the flower bud beats regularly like a heart, and each contraction creates visible ripples in the air.
"Concentrate!" Old Xia suddenly shouted, and the staff in his hand danced out a series of afterimages.
Hundreds of silver-white spells gushed out from the tip of the staff, interweaving into a brilliant star map in the sky.
These stars are not stationary, but move slowly along some mysterious trajectory, occasionally colliding to produce dazzling sparks.
Gu Yang suddenly groaned, and tears of blood flowed from his eyes.
The tracks of the stars turned into countless sharp needles in his eyes, piercing into his pupils.
Hu Qing's condition was not much better. Veins bulged on his temples and his nails dug deep into his palms.
"Don't look with your eyes." Elder Xia's voice seemed to come from far away, "Use your resonance with the sacred vessel to feel it."
Hu Qing endured the severe pain and closed his eyes. Suddenly, a strange scene appeared in his sea of consciousness - three purple stars were flashing in the endless darkness.
Each star extended a band of light, echoing with him from afar.
The brightest one is located in the northwest, and the other two are located in the east and southwest respectively.
When he tried to "touch" the stars in the northwest, a picture suddenly exploded in his sea of consciousness:
On an altar made of bones, fist-sized fragments were suspended, and countless black-robed people were kneeling around it.
"Remember the direction! You only have this chance." Old Xia's shout woke Hu Qing up.
When he opened his eyes, he found that Gu Yang was using the Soul-Devouring Blade to carve bloody marks on his arm, actually using pain to strengthen his memory.
The strange phenomenon in the sky began to become unstable, and the edges of the giant bud showed signs of collapse.
The crystal on Old Xia's staff was already covered with cracks, but he was still forcibly maintaining the operation of the star map.
"Northeast...top of the snow-capped mountains..." Gu Yang muttered to himself, gritting his teeth, his fingertips leaving deep marks on the stone table.
"Southwest... there is magma..." Hu Qing's pupils turned completely purple, and his sight penetrated the clouds to see the lava lake deep underground.
The last beam of light pointed due east, and both of them sensed the presence of some huge life form there.
Before they could investigate further, the entire star map suddenly shook violently. Old Xia spat out a mouthful of blood, and the crystal on the top of the staff exploded into powder.
The vortex in the sky collapsed instantly, and the giant flower bud let out a creepy scream, turning into purple-black light spots all over the sky and dissipating.
When the dust settled, Old Xia was slumped on a stone bench, his face as pale as paper.
The Sword God hurriedly supported his shaky body, but the old man waved his hand to stop him.
"Remember..." Xia Lao pointed at the three people's arms with a weak voice.
At some point, a miniature twin flower mark appeared on the inside of their forearms. "When the mark glows... it means you are close..."
Before he could finish his words, the old man suddenly started coughing violently, and the blood he coughed up was mixed with tiny gray crystals.
The Sword God's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly took out a golden pill from his arms and fed it into the old man's mouth.
Hu Qing and Gu Yang were still immersed in the scene they had just seen.
Although the exact location cannot be determined, the directions of the three fragments are deeply engraved in my mind.
What’s even more amazing is that when they close their eyes, the flower prints on their arms will warm up slightly, as if guiding them.