bookandnovel Chapter 14434 Shadow Lord
Chapter 14434 Shadow Lord
Chapter 14434 Shadow Lord
The warriors' robes were deep black with shimmering silver star patterns embroidered on them. These star patterns seemed to follow some ancient and mysterious rules, and each pattern seemed to contain the secrets of the universe.
These seven warriors stood tall and solemn, like seven unshakable statues, silently guarding this sacred land.
Ahead of them stood an elderly man with white hair and a youthful face.
His hair was as white as snow, yet meticulously combed, with a jade hairpin holding it securely in place.
Although his face was covered with wrinkles from the years, his eyes were bright and deep, as if they held the wisdom of the entire universe.
The old man was none other than Yun Yan, the master of the Star Pavilion.
He holds a revered position in the Star Pavilion, like a bright star guiding the way, leading the Star Pavilion to explore the mysteries of the world for countless years.
Yun Yan stood quietly before the altar with his eyes slightly closed, as if he were one with everything around him.
His fingertips were constantly calculating, his slender fingers like nimble butterflies, drawing mysterious trajectories in the air.
Every movement was precise and skillful, as if waiting for a specific moment.
Time slowly passed as he calculated, and the atmosphere around him grew increasingly heavy, as if an invisible pressure permeated the air.
About two hours later, as the Big Dipper in the night sky slowly moved and finally aligned, the brilliant starlight seemed to form a passage to a mysterious world.
Yun Yan suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes flashing with a sharp light, like two unsheathed swords piercing through the darkness.
"Start the formation!"
He gave a low shout, which, though not loud, resonated around the altar like a great bell.
In an instant, all the silver runes on the altar lit up, their light as dazzling and eye-catching as lightning in the night sky.
Countless rays of starlight descended from the heavens, like the Milky Way pouring down, weaving into a giant star net above the altar.
The star network shimmered with multicolored light, each ray seemingly containing boundless energy, enveloping the entire altar.
The seven cultivators attacked simultaneously, their hands rapidly forming hand seals while they chanted incantations.
Seven streams of pure stellar power surged from their palms, like seven rushing rivers, flowing into the altar.
As soon as the power of the stars entered the altar, it resonated with the silver runes, emitting a series of booming sounds, as if an ancient behemoth was roaring.
Yun Yan muttered incantations, his voice deep and mysterious, each syllable seemingly containing some kind of mysterious power.
As he chanted his incantation, the altar began to tremble violently, and ripples spread across the surrounding space, as if an invisible force was stirring the void.
The ripples grew larger and stronger, as if they were about to engulf the entire world.
“Tracing back!”
With a low shout, Yun Yan's finger suddenly pointed to the scroll in the center of the altar.
In an instant, the scroll in the center of the altar suddenly burst forth with a blinding white light, as dazzling as the sun, making it impossible to look directly at it.
The mysterious woman in the picture seems to have come to life, her figure appearing and disappearing in the white light, like a fairy who has stepped out of a dream.
A pair of cold eyes pierced through the painting, staring straight into the endless void. That gaze seemed to be able to see through everything in the world, making people feel awe.
Meanwhile, in that vast world shrouded in mysterious power, the Heavenly Abyss Saint Lord had already stepped into a little-known, mysterious place with steady and firm steps.
This mysterious place was once a bustling city, but now it has been reduced to ruins.
Upon entering the city, all that could be seen were broken walls and ruins. The incomplete walls looked as if they had been violently torn apart by giants, and were on the verge of collapse.
The ground was covered with rubble and gravel, piled up haphazardly, as if it were scars left by the relentless crushing of time.
Only the mournful sound carried by the wind, like weeping and lamenting, seemed to be whispering about the city's past glory and honor.
That voice, carrying endless vicissitudes and sorrow, couldn't help but evoke a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, deep emotion/reflection).
The Holy Lord of Tianyuan walked calmly towards the city center.
His pace was neither hurried nor slow, each step seemingly containing a mysterious rhythm.
Finally, he stopped in front of a half-collapsed palace.
Right in front of the palace, he saw a figure leaning against a stone pillar.
The man was dressed in rags, his worn clothes covered in stains and holes, as if he had endured countless battles and torments.
His long, messy hair obscured his face, making it impossible to see his features.
It reeked of a nauseating stench, as if it were a demon crawling out of hell.
Before the arrival of the Heavenly Abyss Saint Lord, this person was the only living being in this lifeless city.
He was like a forgotten statue, leaning quietly against a stone pillar, indifferent to everything around him, as if nothing in this world concerned him.
The Heavenly Abyss Saint Lord slowly stopped in front of the man. His eyes were calm and profound, as if he could see through everything.
His voice was calm, like a gentle spring breeze, as he said, "Shadow Master, won't you invite your old friend for a drink?"
Although the sound was not loud, it echoed through the silent ruins.
However, the man did not react at all, still leaning quietly against the stone pillar, like a soulless walking corpse.
His body remained motionless, with only his chest rising and falling slightly, a testament to the sliver of life he still possessed.
Upon seeing this, the Holy Lord of Tianyuan's lips curled up slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile.
With a gentle flip of his palm, a crystal-clear jade bottle appeared.
The jade bottle emitted a soft glow, as if it were a rare treasure.
Inside the jade bottle, a phantom figure was sleeping; it was a woman with a beautiful face.
Her face was as beautiful as a flower, and her eyes and brows exuded gentleness and tranquility, as if she were the most beautiful being in the world.
The moment the jade bottle appeared, the previously lifeless man suddenly looked up, revealing a pair of scarlet eyes.
His eyes were filled with anger and longing, like those of a wild beast that had been provoked.
He stared intently at the jade bottle in the hands of the Heavenly Abyss Saint Master, his chapped lips trembling slightly, as if he wanted to say something but could not utter a sound.
The Heavenly Abyss Saint Lord remained calm as he observed the man's reaction. He slowly said, "I have nurtured her soul in the Soul-Nourishing Jade. If I can obtain another Soul-Suppressing Treasure, reshaping her physical body will not be difficult."
The sound struck the man's heart like a heavy hammer.
A terrifying killing intent flashed in the man's eyes, so real that it sent chills down one's spine.
The space around him began to distort, as if an invisible force was wantonly destroying everything around him.
The air grew heavy and oppressive, as if a storm was about to break.
The Heavenly Abyss Saint Master's lips curled slightly upward, his smile carrying a hint of mockery and certainty as he chuckled and said, "Can you kill me now?"