dognovel Chapter 1017 emitted a creaking sound as it struggled to bear the weight.
Chapter 1017 emitted a creaking sound as it struggled to bear the weight.
Along the way, Su Xiaoya realized that light magic was practically a natural enemy of the Bronze Demon Lord.
Without hesitation, Su Xiaoya unleashed a light-based spell as dazzling as the blazing sun—Holy Word Barrier.
The 'Sacred Barrier' is like an indestructible golden wall, a pinnacle of high-level light-based defensive spells.
As Su Xiaoya softly chanted the incantation, holy runes appeared in the air like stars. They were like agile elves, gradually weaving together into a pale golden shield of light, tightly protecting everyone within it.
This golden barrier is not only an indestructible fortress capable of withstanding high-level attacks and reflecting some damage, but it is also more like a messenger of light, suppressing the evil and dark attributes with its powerful radiance.
Under Su Xiaoya's protective barrier, the group broke through the last puppet defense line like a whirlwind and finally stepped into the bronze coffin, which was a hundred feet deep.
The demonic energy here is so thick it seems to flow into a river; the seawater is as black as ink, icy cold, like a bottomless abyss of darkness, where even divine sense is suppressed.
Su Xiaoya narrowed her eyes slightly, hesitated for a moment, and then resolutely took out more than a dozen Qiankun gourds, which contained her carefully brewed "Ten Thousand Year Peach and Plum Wine".
This "Ten Thousand Year Peach and Plum Wine" was brewed by Su Xiaoya using the peaches and plums from her personal space as the main ingredients, supplemented with spiritual spring water. Its main function is to replenish spiritual energy.
This couldn't be more fitting for the current situation.
Yu Shuheng took the "Ten Thousand Year Peach and Plum Wine" and, without saying a word, uncorked the small gourd of the universe and gulped it down. His energy and spirit soared like a rocket.
Bai Yiyi and Yu Wenzhang Yu almost simultaneously started chugging drinks, as if they were racing against time.
When the Sea God, Cang Yuan, and other sea creatures received the Qiankun Gourd, they were completely bewildered, exchanging bewildered glances. The gourd was simply too small; they had no idea what it was for.
However, seeing what Yu Shuheng and the others had done, and noticing the changes in their auras, they immediately realized what was happening and, without further hesitation, began to drink wildly as well.
In the blink of an eye, everyone's cultivation level returned to its peak, as if withered trees had been rejuvenated.
Everyone carefully put away the Qiankun Gourd, which contained a lot of "Ten Thousand Year Peach and Plum Wine," a valuable item for replenishing spiritual energy. It would play a very important role in the battles to come, and might even save lives.
With everyone's cultivation restored to its peak, Su Xiaoya once again cast a light-based spell—Purifying Holy Flame.
Unlike the defensive "Holy Word Barrier," "Purifying Holy Flame" is primarily for purification, making it a high-level purification spell.
Su Xiaoya was engulfed in golden holy flames. Unlike the Red Lotus Karmic Fire that incinerates all things, this flame primarily restrains evil and darkness, capable not only of dispelling evil but also purifying the soul.
Of course, purifying the black fog and restoring a bright space was just a side effect.
As the black mist gradually dissipated, the scene at the edge of this core area slowly unfolded like a scroll, leaving everyone stunned by the breathtaking sight before them.
What was expected to be a scene of rampage by the Demon Lord was far from the truth. Beneath the bronze coffin, near the three cracks, sat dozens of figures!
These figures are not physical entities, but rather formed from a pure, flawless aura, exuding an ancient and weathered aura.
They come in all shapes and sizes; some resemble ancient trees with gnarled roots, some stand tall like majestic mountains, some flow gracefully like water, and some are as powerful and resonant as metal and stone.
They exuded a natural spiritual aura completely different from demonic energy, but at this moment, this aura was like a candle flickering in the wind, dim and lifeless, as if it were about to go out.
They formed a mysterious and unpredictable formation, their hands forming hand seals like dancing butterflies, continuously pouring their remaining primordial spiritual light into the bottom of the bronze coffin. This light connected closely with the faint light of the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Grand Array, forming a thin yet indestructible multicolored light membrane, like an iron Great Wall, firmly resisting the demonic energy gushing out from the cracks.
"This is... the Spirit Race!" Yu Shuheng exclaimed in shock. As the inheritor of the World Tree, he was extremely perceptive of the aura of the spirits of heaven and earth.
He sensed the vast and pure primal power within these spirit races, as boundless as the ocean, and at the same time, he felt the indescribable weariness and pain emanating from the depths of their souls, as heavy as Mount Tai pressing down on an egg.
With just one glance, Su Xiaoya realized that these spirit race members were already exhausted and on their last legs.
After all, since she first entered the East Sea for training, she had come into contact with far too many souls along the way. Those who were recognized and trusted by her were sent into the sea of consciousness to merge with the source star core and be resurrected in another way.
Although the process may be very long, and after resurrection one is more like the master of a planet—similar to the Heavenly Dao of that space, one may not be as free to move as before, but one is truly alive.
Moreover, these star lords are much better than ordinary heavenly laws; at least they possess their own consciousness, rather than being cold, emotionless, and devoid of any rule-based power.
If Heaven had feelings, it too would grow old.
The way of Heaven is merciless!
The Star Lord is a being with emotions and independent thinking.
Therefore, upon seeing this scene for the first time, Su Xiaoya had already considered a way out for these respectable spirit race members, and her sorrow naturally lessened considerably.
"Hold fast to the ruins, for ten thousand years it will not change..." A voice as ancient as a great bell, seemingly carrying the vicissitudes of time, resounded in everyone's ears.
Upon hearing the sound, everyone looked over and saw an exceptionally solid-looking old man standing at the very front of the group of remnant spirit souls.
His beard and hair were like shimmering light interwoven together, his face was ancient and sculpted, and his eyes were like a rock that had weathered countless ages, firm yet shining with a glimmer of relief after seeing hope.
"Seniors, you..." Su Xiaoya took a step forward, and the power of spacetime flowed naturally like a gentle stream, isolating her from some of the demonic sounds.
As she gazed upon these heroic souls who had used themselves as fuel to burn for millennia to reinforce the seal, the respect and sorrow that welled up in her heart were indescribable, like a tidal wave.
Even though she had meticulously planned an escape route for them, their sacrifices were still so real and tangible.
Moreover, many of their clansmen have already vanished into thin air, disappearing into the vast天地 (heaven and earth)...
These were all situations she was powerless to change.
Perhaps, only when her understanding of the Great Dao of Time and Space reaches its peak, and she is able to truly reverse time and space, will she have a chance to save these heroes!
However, at this moment, she was powerless!
The old spirit's remnant soul slowly swept its gaze over Su Xiaoya and her group. Especially when it sensed Su Xiaoya's Great Dao of Time and Space, Great Dao of Light, Yu Shuheng's World Tree aura, and Yu Wenzhangyu's Human Emperor Luck, a faint glimmer flashed in its eyes, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky.
"We are the innate spirits born at the beginning of Qingyuan Star. Ten thousand years ago, the Bronze Demon Lord crossed over from another realm, like a greedy beast, wanting to devour the origin of this star and refine all things for his own use."
The old Spirit Clan's voice seemed to come from the Netherworld, slow and heavy, each word carrying memories of blood and fire, echoing in everyone's ears.
"At that time, all races were slaughtered, and the stars wept, as if the end of the world had come. Our Spirit Race was born under the blessing of heaven and earth, and it is our mission to protect the stars."
"However, the power of the Demon Lord is almost immortal. Even if we exhaust the strength of our entire clan, we will still find it difficult to completely destroy him, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot."
His gaze was like a torch, fixed on the constantly vibrating bronze coffin, the deep-seated hatred and determination contained within it seemingly capable of burning the coffin to ashes.
"Left with no other choice, our clan resolutely made a clan sacrifice! Using the blood, flesh, and souls of ninety percent of our clansmen as a catalyst, we forged this 'Zhou Tian Xing Dou Sealing Demon Coffin'! The remaining clansmen..."
Although the old spirit clan member was already a soul, he still felt as if his heart was being torn apart when he talked about this.
So, his heart can still ache!
His throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton, and he couldn't utter a single syllable.
After a long while, the old spirit recovered and continued, "They willingly sacrificed themselves, becoming the 'tomb guardian spirits' of this place. With their remaining soul imprints, they guarded the Ruins of Return, like loyal guards, constantly using their own spirituality to dissipate the demonic energy and reinforce the seal of the coffins..."
As he narrated, a magnificent panorama from ten thousand years ago seemed to unfold before everyone's eyes:
Countless spirits, like moths drawn to a flame, transformed into a rain of light on the altar, merging into the bronze coffin;
The surviving Spirit Clan powerhouses, with resolute expressions on their faces, all self-destructed their physical bodies, imprinting their souls on this spot to form this eternally immortal sealing array!
"Ten thousand years have passed...the world has changed..." The old spirit's voice seemed to carry endless weariness, "One by one, our companions, their spirituality withered, their souls scattered, and they returned to the world completely...To this day, only a few dozen of our remnant souls remain, and we have reached the end of our lives."
He raised his almost transparent hand, pointing like a withered branch to the three shocking cracks on the coffin.
"Although the Demon Lord's remnant soul is sealed, his demonic thoughts are like a malignant tumor, constantly impacting and eroding the seal. These three cracks were forcibly torn apart by him over ten thousand years. Although we have tried our best, we can only barely maintain it and prevent it from completely breaking the seal... However, we are powerless to reverse the situation, and the seal will collapse in an instant."
His gaze once again fixed on Su Xiaoya and the others, a gaze that held scrutiny, expectation, and a solemn sense of entrusting their fate to the stars.
"Fortunately... Heaven has not abandoned Qingyuan Star. Finally... we have waited for you... the successors who bear the destiny of time, space, the world, and humanity..."
Before he could finish speaking, the bronze coffin suddenly trembled violently!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Ten times stronger than before, the demonic energy surged forth from the three cracks like a volcanic eruption! The multicolored light membrane supported by the remnant souls of the Spirit Race flickered erratically and creaked under the strain.