Chapter 981: Divine Hua Palace
Author: Fingertip Madness
To resolve the Heavenly Gifted Calamity Poison, the Enlightenment Domain would naturally be used.
However, the Enlightenment Domain’s range was only fifty meters, which was like an ant trying to shake a tree when compared to the entire planet.
But if it was combined with the Cosmic Star Core, things would be different.
The Cosmic Star Core, a Level 7 spirit material, was one of the important spirit materials for condensing a godhead and also one of the important spirit materials for breaking the seal of the Place of Seal. It possessed the trait: Domain Expansion.
By consuming this spirit material individually, dissolving it into the soul using spirit particles, the range of any subsequent field deployed would be infinitely expanded, with the upper limit being the current planet. The price was that the effects of the domain would be greatly reduced. The wider the range expanded, the more the effects would be reduced.
That is to say, it was impossible to copy spirit artifacts across the globe.
However, it was enough.
This was also why Xia Feng had asked the Golden Sparrow Flower to give him all the spirit materials first.
The three Level 7 spirit materials given by the Golden Sparrow Flower were the ‘Heart-Slaying Tree Fruit’, the ‘Luo Xiu Nightmare’, and the ‘Cosmic Star Core’.
All three were spirit materials for breaking seals.
The Yama Legion would also provide a ‘Cosmic Star Core’, and many spirit materials given by various forces were duplicates.
Therefore, Xia Feng did not hesitate to use the Golden Sparrow Flower’s Cosmic Star Core.
Of course, he would not reveal his methods to the Golden Sparrow Flower’s people, lest they guess his specific abilities.
Musing, Xia Feng did not delay. He raised his head, swallowed the sphere of crimson-gold light flowing from his palm, and began to mobilize the spirit particles within his body to dissolve it.
This process would take at least 20 minutes.
He sat down cross-legged and began to dissolve it with all his might.
Meanwhile,
A handsome man clad in an abyssal black coat pushed a wheelchair, slowly walking through the blood-soaked center of the chaotic street.
Under the ravages of the calamity poison, Sparrow God Mountain was as chaotic as Golden Sparrow City, with rampant slaughter and lasers fighting everywhere. Blood and bone rained down.
On the wheelchair, the young man heard the man’s faint voice behind him: “I have to say, this is the second time already, little brother. You’re really hard to kill.”
Xia Feng slowly opened his eyes. It seemed that although Ke Yanqing was awake, Ke Viss was still influenced by Karma Binding and thought he was his own younger brother.
He was speechless, having been lowered a generation by this guy for no reason.
However, it was not a big deal, because compared to Ke Viss’s hostility, Xia Feng was more puzzled by this guy’s… identity.
When Ke Viss had barged in before, the Refining God Tower within Xia Feng’s body had sensed it. This person had an aura of divine power.
The Refining God Tower was a belonging of the Calamity Demon. After obtaining it from the Calamity Demon Sea, Xia Feng had only used it a few times, mainly because he hadn’t encountered any god-level or divine power-possessing beings, let alone such a reaction as today.
Ke Viss… seemed to have some background, Xia Feng mused.
Ke Viss, standing behind the wheelchair, also indifferently watched the young man, his effeminate eyes narrowed.
After barging in earlier, he had received a message from Sister Qing saying that she had encountered an enemy while searching for the Abyssal Saint, and had a tough fight, which was why she hadn’t had time to talk to him.
He couldn’t help but worry if Sister Qing was injured. Ke Yanqing paused for a moment before saying she had broken some skin and bled a little, but was not seriously injured, so he didn’t need to worry.
Then, she had told him to take the little brother to retreat to the Divine Mountain and warned him that the third time would not be a charm, and he should not harm the little brother again.
Ke Viss knew that Sister Qing always told him the truth and would not hide anything, so he did not doubt it further.
Although the voices he heard in the red rope before could not help but remind him of some eerie things, combined with the place Ke Yanqing had gone to.
Ke Viss could even imagine a scene of Sister Qing straddling a young man, uncontrollably pixilated.
But upon closer inspection, he felt it was impossible.
Sister Qing attached great importance to clan norms and etiquette and morals. She was a rigid, serious, and arrogant woman at her core.
She would never do such a thing, no matter what.
The wheelchair slid, and Ke Viss looked at the back of the young man’s head with amusement: “Little brother, tell me, if I were to leave you on this street, how long would it take for you to be caught in the crossfire and die?”
Xia Feng was currently contemplating whether to make a move now and kill Ke Viss to test his skills.
But after considering it, he decided against it. After all, Ke Zelek, An Xingjia, and Madam An were not far away, pursuing the shapeshifted spirit artifacts, so it was not advisable to alert them.
“Oh, who knows? You could try,” he replied casually. He had to admit, it was quite strange that they were having such a calm conversation despite being mortal enemies.
Ke Viss’s eyes flashed with cold light, and he smiled faintly: “I tried to assassinate you twice, and Sister Qing didn’t punish me too harshly. It’s as if she doesn’t care about you at all. Do you know what that means?”
Good heavens, trying to sow discord.
Xia Feng thought internally, his heart undisturbed. It was just that Ke Viss’s voice from behind him was exactly the same as the voice from the red rope, which was very familiar, making him subconsciously recall the sight of that maid-in-waiting sticking out her tongue crazily while hanging from his waist.
Xia Feng clicked his tongue. He didn’t care what these siblings were thinking; it was all fake anyway.
“Swish—”
Just as Ke Viss was coldly staring at the back of Xia Feng’s head, contemplating something himself, Ke Zelek and An Xingjia descended from the sky, landing simultaneously beside the young man in the wheelchair, their powerful auras rippling outwards.
Ke Zelek’s long hair was stained with blood, and the plain glasses he wore were also splattered with bloodstains. He frowned and said in a deep voice, “Where is the Maid-in-waiting? How did the negotiation go?”
“It’s settled.”
Ke Viss had already received the news from Sister Qing through the red rope. He nodded indifferently, “The Abyssal Saint promised to resolve the calamity in Sparrow God Mountain within half an hour, and the global calamity within an hour.”
Ke Zelek’s eyeglass lenses flashed with white light: “Oh? Does the Abyssal Saint really have a countermeasure?”
“Tsk tsk~ This Saint Your Excellency is truly unfathomable in his methods,” An Xingjia said lazily, with dark circles under his eyes.
Ke Viss frowned: “Do the two Seats really believe the Abyssal Saint has this ability?”
An Xingjia shrugged and casually sliced apart a shapeshifted spirit artifact that approached. The Twelve Seats were naturally skeptical, but now they could only place their hopes on the Abyssal Saint.
Ke Zelek shook his head and did not answer, but his gaze suddenly fell upon the young man in the wheelchair. He frowned, appearing somewhat hesitant, “Who is this?”
Ke Viss was stunned. Teacher Zelek didn’t recognize Konan?
Xia Feng was also shocked. Holy crap, this guy isn’t affected by Karma Binding? I’m exposed!
However, just as Ke Viss was about to ask something, a watercolor painting quietly unfolded in the distance. A tall woman wearing a classical cyan qipao walked out of the painting.
She held a paper umbrella painted with ink mountains and rivers. She glanced at the ground, took a step, and her entire body dissolved into ink. The next moment, she condensed in the high sky above.
“By mother’s decree, all clan members, proceed to ‘Divine Hua Palace’ immediately, without delay!”
A majestic and holy cold voice echoed through Sparrow God Mountain. As she finished speaking, she lightly tapped the ground with her fine finger, and countless ink streams flowed from her fingertips, binding over a hundred severely injured clan members on the ground. At the same time, she gently and softly told them not to resist.
The Maid-in-waiting’s majesty and motherly image inspired trust, and everyone floated towards the giant scroll unfurled in the sky.
