PDLP Chapter 1986 Spatial Blockade, Despair!
Chapter 1986 Spatial Blockade, Despair!
"The foundation of a clan lies in its strongest members!"
If any of the elders can take the final step, break through the shackles, and ascend to the position of Demon Lord, this crisis can naturally be resolved, and all disadvantages can be reversed!
We urge the clan elders to prioritize the survival of the clan!
That's right!
I, Shark Fly, volunteer to stay behind and cover the rear!
Elders, evacuate immediately! I will fight to the death to defend the sea and fight for the survival of our people!
The burly Shark Demon Lord strode forward, cupped his hands in a deep voice, and solemnly requested permission, his expression resolute and determined.
Amidst the chaotic pleas...
After a long silence, the second elder slowly raised his hand, silencing the crowd's shouts. His aged yet steady voice resounded throughout the hall:
"You need not say more. Immediately obey the orders of the Five Elders and carry out the evacuation without delay!"
His gaze swept over the group of young demon lords, a hint of world-weariness and acceptance in his eyes, and he slowly said:
"We, the older generation of cultivators, have already exhausted our lifespans."
He is trapped in the realm of half-saint, only half a step away from becoming a divine demon lord, but there is no possibility of breaking through, and he has long lost any hope of advancing.
But you are different. You are still young, with ample room for improvement in your cultivation, and a promising future. The hopes of the race rest entirely on your shoulders.
Another elder immediately echoed this sentiment, his tone heavy and impartial:
“What the two elders said is very true.”
We are destined to stop here, but you still have the opportunity to reach a higher level.
After this withdrawal, you should immediately utilize the resources accumulated by your clan over ten thousand years to fully strive for the Half-Saint realm and enhance the clan's combat power.
"However, the clan's resources are limited. Even if we give it our all, we can only support three cultivators to break through to the Half-Saint level."
Therefore, this promotion process completely disregards bloodline and social status, judging solely on the candidate's aptitude and understanding!
According to the clan's records, comprehension is the core key for cultivators to break through to the Nascent Soul stage and become a Demon Lord.
The higher your comprehension, the greater your chances of reaching the top.
This decision is made solely for the long-term survival of the community; those who did not receive a spot should not harbor resentment.
Upon hearing this,
All the demon lords in the hall bowed respectfully, their expressions solemn and resolute, and responded in unison:
"We will obey the elders' instructions!"
Everything is for the sake of the clan's inheritance and survival; there will be absolutely no complaints!
As soon as everyone finished speaking,
On one side of the main hall, a veteran demon lord who had been standing silently suddenly brightened up, as if he had caught a crucial clue. He instantly stood up and spoke:
"Elders, I suddenly have some doubts!"
This crimson tide raging across the True Dragon Sea, does it seem strangely familiar to you all?
"Its ability to erode the sea of consciousness and mutate living beings is almost identical to the characteristics of the blood-red seawater deep within the Forbidden Sea!"
The only difference is that this time, the crimson tide of the True Dragon Sea possesses an even more domineering and terrifying corrosive power!
With this remark,
Everyone in the hall was slightly taken aback and fell into deep thought.
The two elders, seated above, slowly shook their heads, their gazes grave, and replied:
“I have already considered what you have said, but this matter is not as simple as you think.”
The two may seem similar, but their essence is completely different.
"The image captured on the photographic stone is clearly visible. The destructive and corrosive power of the crimson waves of the True Dragon Sea far exceeds that of the crimson waters of the Forbidden Sea."
In the past, when our clan's cultivators ventured deep into the Forbidden Sea for training, traversing the blood-red waters, their physical bodies and sea of consciousness remained completely unaffected.
Even a human Foundation Establishment cultivator with a weak physique can remain unharmed upon entering the blood-red waters of the Forbidden Sea.
This clearly demonstrates that the two are fundamentally different.
"However, what you said is also an important clue."
"Once you begin your evacuation, we will personally travel to the edge of the True Dragon Sea to investigate the truth and uncover the origin of this strange, blood-red wave."
He paused for a moment,
The two elders' expressions suddenly hardened, and they said sternly:
"But for now, all investigations are on hold. The most important thing is to execute the 'Seed Evacuation Plan' at full speed to preserve the bloodline of our race!"
"We obey!"
The demon lords answered in unison, their voices strong and clear, causing the hall to tremble slightly.
At this moment, no one knew that the two elders' guess was entirely correct.
The blood-red malevolent energy that now ravages the True Dragon Sea and annihilates countless sea creatures is no longer the ordinary malevolent energy that the Forbidden Sea originally possessed.
The crimson aura that once lurked in the endless waters of the Forbidden Sea contained a portion of the primordial essence of the Purgatory Clan's progenitor.
Previously, when Sha Minghong was reincarnated, he absorbed a portion of the pure essence.
Only then was he able to quickly recover his cultivation and return to the Void Refinement Realm.
The remaining malevolent energy that was not absorbed underwent unknown and strange changes after countless years of sedimentation, nurtured by the special formations and spiritual energy of the Forbidden Sea.
Normally they hide in the forbidden sea, their aura restrained and undisturbed.
Ordinary cultivators, or even half-saint level experts, would find it difficult to detect even the slightest difference.
Even Nascent Soul cultivators would overlook it if they didn't observe it carefully.
If it weren't for Cheng Buzheng's Dharma Body wielding authority over the ancient formations of the Forbidden Sea, and possessing insight into all its secrets...
It is likely that no one has discovered this age-old, intractable disease to this day.
Even with Cheng Buzheng's immense cultivation as a Nascent Soul cultivator, he could not completely eradicate these deeply rooted and mutated blood-red auras with his own power alone.
Only by activating the supreme array left behind by the powerful Langya cultivators in this world, and borrowing the array's heaven-reaching power...
Only then was he able to forcibly remove all the mutated blood and evil energy from the forbidden sea.
finally,
Countless scattered, mutated blood fiends were drawn together by the power of the formation, coalescing into a blood-red river that stretched across the vast ocean, raging and violent. Through the void gate opened by the formation, they all surged into the unsuspecting True Dragon Sea.
……
at the same time.
Within the territory of the True Dragon Sea...
The ancestral land of the Xuan Turtle Clan is shrouded in extreme panic and anxiety.
Between the deep, dark seabed trenches, a continuous stream of turtle demons is rapidly converging from the hidden nests, reefs, and caves of their ancestral land.
Enormous Xuanjia Demon Turtles swung their heavy fins, their hard shells rubbing against the seabed sand and stones, producing a dull rustling sound. Their overlapping forms covered the entire sea area.
Looking out, the dense, endless shadows of turtles stretched as far as the eye could see.
Amidst the surging waves,
It has formed a vast and boundless ocean of demon turtles, completely covering the entire ancestral sea area.
Interspersed among the turtles were also several tall and agile figures.
That was a powerful member of the Xuan Turtle Clan.
They shed their demonic beast forms and transformed into human shapes, still bearing the ancient, thick, and hard black tortoise shells on their backs. Their demonic power surged, and their expressions were tense.
At this moment, they are constantly urging the younger generation of the clan to hurry up.
"Faster! Speed up even more!"
A furious roar, carrying endless anxiety and majesty, pierced through the dark and cold seabed, echoing outwards in layers.
The one who spoke was a demon lord of the Xuan Turtle Clan.
His eyes were bloodshot, and his forehead was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat. His gaze swept over the sluggish and flustered young turtle demons, and his tone became increasingly stern.
"Do you want to stay here, be corrupted by the pervasive bloodthirsty aura, and turn into ignorant ferocious beasts who only know how to succumb to bloodlust and slaughter?"
The churning, cold currents on the seabed only served to highlight the imminent urgency of the crisis.
All the turtle demons clearly sensed the increasingly violent and bloodthirsty aura rising in the air.
That cold and eerie power was constantly seeping into their bodies and eroding their minds, causing them to develop extreme fear.
"If you don't want to end up like that, do your best and quickly enter the clan's protective formation!"
The authoritative rebukes echoed repeatedly throughout the ancestral sea area.
Hearing this,
The turtle demons, who had been somewhat flustered and hesitant, instantly tensed up and poured out all their demonic power. Their heavy bodies slashed through the dark and stagnant seabed, creating rapid waves and ripples.
The movement speed of the entire turtle herd suddenly increased dramatically again.
All the demon turtles rushed towards the great formation at the core of the ancestral land with all their might.
We dare not slack off in the slightest.
Within the unnoticed void, the light and shadows are hazy, isolating it from all movement on the seabed, creating its own independent world.
Cheng Buzheng stood quietly behind the void barrier, his posture upright, his clothes fluttering slightly in the silent void.
Through the void barrier, he took in the chaotic scene of the Xuan Turtle Clan's hasty escape from the seabed.
A chilling sneer slowly emerged from the depths of his dark eyes.
His eyes were full of indifference and mockery.
"Humph!
Now that things have come to this, thinking about escaping and trying to survive is simply wishful thinking.
He chuckled softly, his tone icy and chilling.
The path of cultivation requires decisive action, eradicating all threats at their root to prevent future troubles.
To prevent them from making a comeback in the future and causing endless trouble.
He understood this simple yet fatal truth perfectly.
Naturally, it wouldn't give the opponent any chance to catch their breath and launch a counterattack.
Immediately, his gaze shifted abruptly, his eyes, shimmering with brilliant golden light, piercing through layers of spatial barriers, gazing towards the distant ancestral land of the Black Spirit Tiger Shark Clan.
His divine sense spread out, traversing thousands of miles of sea.
A series of clear images instantly appeared in his eyes and in his heart.
Within the ancestral land of the Black Spirit Tiger Shark clan, countless tiger shark demons, clad in exquisitely crafted dark armor, their armor gleaming coldly and exuding a chilling aura, were rapidly and orderly gathering towards the clan's core area.
Obviously!
This clan also sensed the strange changes in the surrounding world, and felt terrified, so they were eager to find a way to survive.
Watching this scene, Cheng Buzheng smiled slightly and murmured to himself.
"It seems that the various clans of the demon race have finally realized the terror and lethality of the bloodthirsty aura and have begun to protect themselves and avoid danger."
He appeared calm and composed, as if everything was under control.
"Fine!"
The game is nearing its end, and it's time for me to place my last piece.
From the spread of bloodthirsty energy disrupting the order of the demon race, to the panicked self-preservation of various demon clans...
All the changes were within his expectations, and there was never the slightest deviation.
next moment,
With a slight thought, Cheng Buzheng instantly transformed the scene.
Forbidden Sea!
On the vast and boundless sea, Cheng Buzheng's Dharma body sat quietly at the core of the ancient formation.
Pure spiritual energy circulated and flowed around his body endlessly.
His eyes were closed, his expression solemn, and his hands moved rapidly, his fingers flying across the paper, forming layers of complex and profound hand seals.
The movements were fluid and smooth, without the slightest pause or hesitation.
Suddenly,
The seated Dharma body suddenly opened its eyes, its pupils flashing with a brilliant light that pierced through the surrounding misty spiritual energy.
The hand seals suddenly changed, the force immense, and a low shout reverberated through the sea and sky:
"seal up!"
With a single word, the winds and clouds shifted.
An invisible and intangible, vast and powerful spatial rhythm, instantly drawing upon the supreme power of the ancient array, rapidly spread throughout the entire True Dragon Sea territory along the interconnected array formations already laid out by the human army.
It is everywhere and pervasive.
Looking down from the heavens above...
The entire gigantic semi-circular light curtain enveloping the True Dragon Sea came into clear view.
The light curtain is vast and boundless, encompassing thousands of miles of sea.
At this moment, strange and inexplicable spatial rhythms suddenly erupted from the array bases on both sides of the light screen, and shimmering light exploded in layers.
Countless intricate and complex array patterns instantly connected the entire light screen at a terrifying speed far exceeding the speed of light. The dense patterns intertwined to form an impenetrable net, completely enveloping and sealing off the entire True Dragon Sea.
In an instant,
The entire sky seemed to suddenly sink, and a heavy pressure from heaven and earth swept across the land, enveloping the hearts of every cultivator and every demon in the True Dragon Sea, making it difficult to breathe and causing their minds to tremble.
An endless sense of oppression and fear arose in my heart.
Within the void layer, Cheng Buzheng's true form stood quietly, clearly sensing the extreme changes in the surrounding world.
He could clearly perceive that the space, which was originally fluid and transparent like water, had now become completely stagnant and solidified.
The void, which could originally be freely traversed and torn apart, is now as hard as refined gold and black iron forged through countless hammer blows, imprisoned layer by layer, airtight and impenetrable.
Feeling the ultimate sealing power, a deep sense of satisfaction flashed in Cheng Buzheng's eyes.
"With this supreme spatial sealing power, the entire space of the True Dragon Sea was locked down, and all the teleportation arrays of the demon race within its borders were completely rendered useless."
No one could escape even the slightest bit using the power of space.
His tone was indifferent, carrying an air of absolute control and certainty.
"You will all remain here, to be corrupted and transformed by the bloodthirsty aura, becoming ferocious beasts, contributing your final value to the path of humankind's growth!"
That's right,
The sudden changes in the heavens and earth and the sealing of space in Zhenlonghai were precisely the deadly move that Cheng Buzheng had planned for a long time.
He borrowed the supreme array foundation left behind in this world by the ancient powerful beings of Langya, and activated the power of the array's origin to completely lock down the entire space of the True Dragon Sea.
It also cut off all escape routes for the demon race.
A soft laugh echoed in the void. Cheng Buzheng's figure swayed slightly, then suddenly became ethereal, vanishing completely from the void layer in an instant.
Silently, without leaving a trace.
At the same moment,
Deep within the ancestral land of the Xuan Turtle Clan of the True Dragon Sea, a deathly silence and despair quietly spread.
A Nascent Soul Demon Lord carrying a heavy, ancient tortoise shell on his back is the clan's top array master, with profound cultivation and proficiency in various spatial arrays.
now,
His brows were tightly furrowed, his face was ashen, and fine beads of cold sweat trickled down his forehead, soaking through his scales. He exuded an aura of extreme panic and helplessness.
Just now, the oppressive force of heaven and earth suddenly descended, and space abruptly froze.
He sensed the deadly danger immediately.
"No! Absolutely not!"
He clenched his teeth, his mind filled with only one unwavering belief.
"This is the only way for the descendants of my Xuan Turtle Clan to escape."
This is also the last legacy left behind by our ancestor at the cost of his life!
"The inheritance of the clan..." (End of this chapter)