Chapter 17: Hongling Clan

As Bu Gong practiced his magic again, the immortal energy in the air slowly gathered towards Bu Gong, and then was absorbed into his body bit by bit; at the same time, the black fog in his mind that was sealed by the ball of black thread also separated into streams of mysterious airflow that were imperceptible and continuously integrated into Bu Gong’s meridians.
After the mysterious airflow merged into the Bugong meridians, the original immortal energy in the meridians gradually became thicker and purer; and the purity was extremely high, and the quality was not at the same level as the original immortal energy at all, but the fusion speed was slower.
Bu Gong, however, was completely unaware of this; he exerted all his strength to control the extremely scarce immortal energy within him, charging towards the 17th single acupoint. “Boom!” A familiar roar echoed in Bu Gong’s mind, but this time, a hint of excitement crossed his previously calm face.
Bu Gong was like this not because the immortal energy just now had opened the 17th single acupoint in his body at once; but because under his impact on the 17th acupoint, the originally extremely solid acupoint barrier actually began to shake at this moment; and breaking it through was a piece of cake, it was only a matter of time.
Then Bu Gong calmed down a little, focused his mind, and tried his best to guide the thin immortal energy in his body towards the 17th acupoint.
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After about four or five hours, Bu Gong’s eyelids moved slightly, and then he slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of dirty air; but at this time, Bu Gong did not immediately get up and leave the hall, but still sat cross-legged in the center of the hall, but his brows were slightly frowned, and there was a hint of doubt on his face.
Because in the previous five hours, he had actually directly overcome all obstacles and opened up four more acupoints in one go; he only stopped when he broke through the 21st acupoint in his body. But even so, it was Bu Gong who stopped on his own initiative; by this point, 20 acupoints in Bu Gong’s body had been opened.
This made Bu Gong a little confused. If it was the 16th acupoint, it would be fine, as it could be said that it was caused by the collision of spiritual consciousness, but what about the next four acupoints?
At this moment, Bu Gong was puzzled by the situation in his body; from the 17th acupoint to the 20th acupoint, it took almost an hour to open one; “This, this is a bit too fast,” Bu Gong murmured in surprise.
In fact, this situation is also due to the black fog sealed by the black line in Bu Gong’s mind; because every time Bu Gong practices magic, the black fog will be drawn out into extremely fine streams of mysterious air, which will then merge into Bu Gong’s meridians and slowly merge with the original immortal energy in his body.
The immortal energy that had been fused by the mysterious airflow, which was originally pure and colorless, was now tainted with a little bit of extremely light purple; but Bu Gong could not detect it, because this little bit of purple was extremely rare and could not be detected by the naked eye. Even Bu Gong’s spiritual consciousness could not sense it at all.
Bu Gong was currently sitting cross-legged in the center of the hall, his spiritual sense probing into his body and carefully examining it. In the end, he helplessly discovered that everything was normal inside his body, without the slightest abnormality. Then why was it so easy for him to impact the acupoints?
Finally, his gaze fixed on the black seal in his mind; “If I have to find a reason, then it is very likely that the black fog in this black seal is causing trouble.” Bu Gong finally came to this conclusion in his mind.
After reaching this conclusion, a hint of worry appeared in Bu Gong’s eyes; “This black fog is not a good thing, it is the incarnation of a ghost,” Bu Gong whispered.
Then, he turned his gaze to the pure black lines that enveloped the black mist; when he first glanced at it, he could feel bursts of sharp energy emanating from it; and he could faintly feel that the sharp energy just now was just a very faint trace that was inadvertently revealed by the black lines.
If all the energy in the black lines were to explode, he would probably disappear in an instant, leaving no trace. “What is this thing? How come this thing suddenly appeared in my body?” Bu Gong was a little depressed at this time.
There were some inexplicable things in his body, but he didn’t even notice it at all; “But I seemed to have heard that guy before say something like ‘Slaughter Marks’, could it be these black lines? If so, what are ‘Slaughter Marks’?” Bu Gong’s mind turned, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes from time to time.
After a moment, Bu Gong shook his head helplessly and said, “Forget it, let’s talk about it later. One day we’ll figure it out.” Bu Gong slowly stood up and glanced around the hall.
Due to the critical situation before, Bu Gong did not look closely and just took a rough glance; now looking carefully again, he saw that the hall was a little empty, with four thick pillars that were so thick that two people could hug them standing around it, supporting the black palace.
The four bronze doors looked a bit worn, carrying an ancient air. The yellow runes on the doors, though a bit damaged, remained smooth and polished. The strange runes evoked a profound sense of mystery, and if one stared at them for even a moment, one would be captivated.
Bu Gong moved slowly, carefully examining the palace. When his gaze shifted to the four large pillars surrounding the palace, he suddenly stopped. However, the reason for his pause was not because of the dragon and tiger patterns on the pillars.
It was because he seemed to vaguely see some tiny fonts on the surface of the four large pillars; because he observed more carefully this time, he discovered the abnormality on the pillars.
When Bu Gong noticed this situation, his eyes lit up slightly, and then he walked over with a little curiosity; he saw him slowly stroke the pillar with his right hand, and with a light wipe, a thin layer of dust fell off.
Then he looked again, and sure enough, some smaller but slightly weathered handwriting emerged more clearly; Bu Gong saw this, and a slight smile of joy appeared on his face, and he looked intently.
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It was about an hour before he stopped. At this time, he had already looked at all four large pillars. Judging from his expression, it was known that although Bu Gong tried his best to suppress the shock in his heart, the violent fluctuations in his expression could not help but appear in his eyes and face.
From these characters, Bu Gong learned some “strange things”, yes, “strange things”; because the things recorded in them were a little unacceptable to Bu Gong for a while, and the shock brought to him by these rough records was even greater than if he had seen the immortals with his own eyes.
From those records, Bu Gong learned that this tomb was merely used to seal a divine consciousness; and this divine consciousness was said to be a divine consciousness differentiated from a powerful being named “Hong Wang”; moreover, it was written above that this Hong Wang divine consciousness, using extraordinary means, actually condensed its own body.
But if that was the case, Bu Gong would not think it was a big deal; but the next sentence shocked Bu Gong so much that his head was a little confused: In order to seal this evil creature, we, the three Dan Yuan realm cultivators, have spent our entire lives practicing and set up the “Four Symbols Soul Annihilation Formation” here, hoping that one day, we can completely wipe it out.
After seeing these words, no matter how calm Bu Gong was, he was still stunned; “Three Danyuan realm cultivators? They spent their entire lives to seal the thing in this coffin; then, if the thing in this coffin was still alive, how powerful would it be?” Bu Gong couldn’t help but have such a question in his mind.
Then Bu Gong shuddered all over. He had heard about Danyuan realm cultivators from Blind Zhang. Cultivators of that level could move mountains and seas, cause landslides and cracks in the earth with a wave of their hands. Their abilities were truly extraordinary.
The spiritual consciousness of King Hong in the coffin in front of him actually requires three Danyuan realm cultivators to seal it. Thinking of this, Bu Gong felt a little cold in his heart about the thing in the coffin in front of him.
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Creatures like ‘Hong Wang’ do not belong to this world plane; he actually comes from a mysterious race outside the Xianyuan Realm, in the endless sea of ​​stars. This race is called the ‘Hongling Clan’.
Because this race has extremely high talent for cultivation and special physique, their physique can be called immortal body, but their numbers are relatively rare; therefore, this race is a giant even in the vast world and endless star field, only because every adult of their race has the ability to turn the world upside down and is extremely powerful.
Their bodies are very powerful and are also called ‘immortal bodies’. This is because if their bodies are destroyed, even their souls are erased, but they will not really die. Their souls will reunite in their own racial ancestral land, thus condensing into a new body; hence the name immortal body.
In fact, this so-called immortal body is just the name people give to this mysterious physique; if a member of the Hongling clan has his body and soul destroyed nine times, he will die forever and will never have a chance of resurrection.
Nowadays, the records in the palace where Bu Gong is located call them Hong Wang, which is just a name based on the cultivation level of their race; usually this race is divided into five realms from low to high: Hong Tu, Hong Wang, Hong Di, Hong Zun, and Hong Zhu; and each of their realms is divided into six levels.
Now in the hall where Bu Gong is located, there is the sealed consciousness of King Hong. This King Hong is the consciousness of a member of the Hongling clan whose strength has reached the level of King Hong. But no one knows why he was sealed here. Obviously, since King Hong’s consciousness was sealed here, his real body must be in the Xianyuan Realm as well.
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“King Hong” Bu Gong muttered this unfamiliar word, and then he recalled the ghost that had tried to take over his body before; at this moment, Bu Gong suddenly raised his eyes and looked at the coffin at the first place in the hall, as if he understood something; then, fine cold sweat appeared on Bu Gong’s forehead.
In his heart, he felt lucky; because he thought of the ghost that had tried to take over his body before, which was most likely a trace of the spiritual consciousness of the so-called King Hong; it was just that the spiritual consciousness was sealed here, and after endless years of consumption, although the spiritual consciousness devoured many people and tried its best to restore its own Hongyuan, its strength was still only one tenth of what it was.
Therefore, when it took over his body, he was surrounded by the black lines that appeared inexplicably; and he remembered that his consciousness in front of the ghost was like floating in the air compared to a big tree, which was completely not on the same level.
When Bu Gong thought of this, his face became strange again; although the ghost was extremely powerful, even cruel, it was eventually surrounded by the strange black lines that emerged from his body.
When that guy saw the black line, he was horrified and seemed to call it a “slaughter mark”; from his expression, it can be seen that he was extremely afraid of this thing, so what is this black line?
At this time, Bu Gong was looking forward to the black line in his body; because this black line could even encircle and suppress the consciousness of King Hong, and the consciousness of King Hong required the joint efforts of three super strong men in the Dan Yuan realm to barely seal it.
Although the power of the Nahong King’s consciousness had been greatly reduced, to only one tenth of its original strength, it was still extremely terrifying. You have to know that at the peak of his consciousness, it required the combined strength of three Dan Yuan Realm masters. Even if his strength was weakened now, to only one tenth of its original strength, he was still at least equivalent to a Tong Yuan Realm master.
Although Bu Gong still doesn’t know how powerful the so-called Danyuan Realm and Tongyuan Realm masters are, but judging from the description of Blind Zhang, those people must be very powerful!
“It seems that this killing pattern in my body is a good thing. I will ask Grandpa Zhang when I go back to see what it is.” Bu Gong said to himself; as he spoke, Bu Gong glanced at the hall again. He really wanted to see what was in the coffin, but he didn’t dare to open it.
According to written records, the divine consciousness of the figure named Hong Wang was sealed here; therefore, its body was likely in that coffin. If the coffin was opened and the divine consciousness came back to life, then…
When Bu Gong thought of this, he felt a slight chill all over his body, and gave up the idea of ​​opening the coffin to take a look. He didn’t want to die so young; “It’s time to go back.” Bu Gong saw that there was nothing else in the hall, so he planned to go home.
Although this trip to the Tiancang Mountains was extremely dangerous, the gains were also great; not to mention the three immortal fruits he got, just the acupoints all over his body mutated and became very easy to open, which was a huge gain.
Of course, although Bu Gong didn’t know the specific reason for this, he was extremely happy in his heart; in this way, his strength would increase rapidly in the next period of time, and it is very likely that he would reach the peak of the third level of body shaping within a year.
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