Chapter 217
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Chapter 217: Activation
Three days later, at the Demon Subduing Cave beneath Taihao Peak.
On the square altar, Bai Susu rested her chin on her hand, her enchanting eyes gazing dreamily into the distance.
Behind her, a little maid with rosy lips and pearly teeth, her hair tied in twin buns, stood cautiously, massaging her back with quick little fists, while silently shedding tears in her heart.
She felt as if her life as a mouse had become utterly bleak.
“Silver, where have you gone? Boo hoo hoo~”
Bai Susu seemed to sense her inner thoughts; she suddenly turned and reached out with her delicate finger, pinching the little maid’s rosy cheeks.
“Little mouse, are you cursing me?”
The little maid immediately shook her head vigorously like a rattle drum, her big eyes glistening with tears.
Bai Susu chuckled, “Stop thinking about that guy.”
She stretched lazily and said, “We are about to leave this place.”
“Isn’t that right, Grandmaster Ji?”
The Grandmaster of the Yunyang Sect, Ji Guandao, stood beside the altar.
He bowed to Bai Susu, saying, “Fairy Bai, the time has come.”
“Don’t worry.”
Bai Susu shook the golden chains binding her arm and said, “As long as you keep your promise, I will do my part.”
“Good!”
Ji Guandao smiled slightly, took a step back, and instantly vanished without a trace.
“The time has come!”
At the same time, a plain-clothed elder stood at the center of a formation, holding a gnarled wooden staff. His eyes sparkled with a captivating light, and three gigantic fox tails appeared behind him.
The interior of Taihao Peak had been hollowed out centuries ago, creating a vast cavern.
After assuming the position of Grandmaster, Ji Guandao established a special formation here, investing countless resources to enhance its rank.
Now, this formation had fully taken shape, requiring only the final step to activate it.
Surrounding the central focal point, eight young cultivators sat cross-legged in their respective positions.
Zhao Huai’an, Xiao Hongyi, Lin Feng, Ye Junhao, Qin Ge…
They were the top ten true disciples of the Yunyang Sect, including several newly appointed disciples of the Grandmaster!
Each of them radiated with colorful and peculiar lights.
These lights emanated from the items they carried, such as small green vials, white jade beads, and dark gold rings.
The plain-clothed elder’s gaze swept over the eight true disciples, like an experienced spiritual plant farmer joyfully observing the spirit rice nearing maturity!
In the vision of this Golden Core true master, the fortune enveloping these young cultivators was being ceaselessly siphoned by the formations, silently drawing upon the vast and unparalleled power of the heavens and earth.
Eight children of fortune, a full eight!
For this very moment, he had schemed for a century. The seeds he had sown in the past, nurtured by countless drops of sweat and heart’s blood, had finally reached the time of harvest.
The plain-clothed elder abruptly raised his gnarled wooden staff, its tip radiating myriad dazzling golden rays, enveloping both himself and his eight disciples.
The cornerstone of Taihao Peak shuddered violently.
Countless birds took to the skies in alarm!
At the inner mountain gate, Xuan Gui, lying beside the stone tablet, suddenly lifted its head and murmured, “Is it beginning?”
Within a radius of ten thousand miles, all cultivators and monsters felt an inexplicable sense of unease.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The Dingyang Bell in Yunshan, Yunhu, and Yunhai cities resounded with a thunderous roar, each toll chilling to the bone.
Some Evil Spirits lurking in the outer sect area, no matter how deeply concealed, at this moment melted away like snow under boiling water, instantly obliterated!
Tens of thousands of Yunyang Outer Sect Disciples and hundreds of thousands of people affiliated with the Yunyang Sect were gripped by overwhelming fear, unable to find peace even for a single day.
They had no inkling of what was transpiring, only an instinctive terror.
Their once peaceful and tranquil lives were like a bubble, now ruthlessly burst!
Cultivators were horrified to discover that the spiritual energy in the surrounding space was rapidly vanishing.
In truth, “vanishing” was not entirely accurate.
It was more precise to say that the spiritual energy was converging towards Taihao Peak.
The peak was akin to a massive whirlpool, drawing in all the spiritual energy within a thousand-mile radius!
The most severely affected were the eight peaks: Shangxuan, Mingxiu, Changyang, Gujian, Feiyu, Lingyuan, Qingmu, and Luori.
These mountains quaked violently, trees snapped, and countless rocks cracked and tumbled down. The birds and beasts residing there fled in panic, as if doomsday had arrived.
Beams of light fled from these mountains, darting aimlessly in the air like headless flies.
All of them were inner sect disciples of the Yunyang Sect.
When some disciples attempted to ride their magical tools to seek refuge at Taihao Peak, they collided with an invisible barrier before they could draw near, unable to advance even a single step further.
Taihao Peak itself trembled.
At its base, enormous fissures appeared.
From within the cracks, faint dragon roars could be heard.
The once clear sky was now overcast with dark clouds, and thunder rumbled incessantly.
Heaven and earth seemed to be enraged!
Within the Yunlong Grand Hall, Ji Guandao sat cross-legged on a mat, while Mu Qingqiu stood guard beside him, her long sword at the ready.
A luminous Golden Core floated above the Grandmaster’s head, exuding a golden mist and radiant light.
Endless natural spiritual energy surged wildly into Ji Guandao’s body.
After transformation, it continuously flowed into the Golden Core above his head.
This Golden Core suddenly displayed the extraordinary phenomenon of Yuan Ying condensation!
If others witnessed this scene, they would undoubtedly be astounded.
For ten years, Ji Guandao had been stuck at the seventh level of the Golden Core, giving the impression that his potential was exhausted.
Who would have thought that this Grandmaster of the Yunyang Sect had already achieved Golden Core perfection!
After this phenomenon persisted for half a day, Ji Guandao suddenly opened his eyes.
He declared, “It’s coming.”
“Ji Guandao!”
A furious roar descended from the clouds, rumbling sounds echoing in all directions, clear enough to be heard even a thousand miles away.
“You dare to extract the spiritual vein of Tianyun Mountain, committing an unforgivable crime!”
“Die!”
As the voice faded, a colossal hand broke through the clouds and struck Taihao Peak with immense force.
Boom!
With a single blow, the formation shield surrounding Taihao Peak shattered violently.
However, at that very moment, a razor-sharp sword light pierced through the roof of the Yunlong Grand Hall and shot skyward, effortlessly piercing through the giant hand and continuing its ascent towards the heavens!
“Ah!”
A scream suddenly rang out, followed by an enraged voice: “Mu Qingqiu!”
A dignified Nascent Soul true immortal had actually been wounded by a mere Golden Core sword energy.
This was truly an immense disgrace!
Inside the hall, Ji Guandao opened his eyes once more, his gaze resembling countless stars being born and extinguished.
The Golden Core above his head shattered in an instant, forming a Yuan Ying that looked exactly like him!
Ji Guandao raised his hand and tapped his forehead, opening his heavenly aperture.
The newly formed Yuan Ying leaped inside!
In the high sky, countless thunders erupted simultaneously, with bolts of electric light striking down towards the earth.
With the Yuan Ying formed, the Tribulation Lightning was born!
