Chapter 1045, Blood-soaked licorice gourd
The grey-copper temple emitted captivating grey smoke, full of a deathly aura, as if it was from the land of death. Layers of grey ripples were rippling, eliminating the aura of the Mandate of Heaven on [Quasi-emperor Xiaofei]. As it rapidly neared, it was constantly expanding and growing larger. In the blink of an eye, a giant object of millions of kilometers was suspended in the Void, suppressing down at the head of [Quasi-emperor Xiaofei].
The temple was so bizarre and had dissolved the aura of the mandate of heaven.
“That's… it actually showed up?” The million-year-old-soul took a breath of the cold air, eyes flashing a hint of fear.
Ye Qingyu asked, “What is it? Is this grey-copper temple terrifying?”
“It is a taboo object passed down since ancient times. It had also appeared back in the era of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, and had set off a big calamity…” The million-year-old soul had a solemn look on his face as he spoke, “In the past, every time it appeared, there was a major event. It is rumoured that the fall of the martial arts Emperors is related to this grey bronze temple.”
“What?” Ye Qingyu only felt a chill shrouding him.
Related to the fall of the martial arts Emperors?
Could the grey-copper temple suppress the martial arts Emperors?
This was too unbelievable.
If that were the case, then wouldn't it be dangerous for [Quasi-emperor Xiaofei]?
Ye Qingyu's heart suddenly tensed up again.
“Want to suppress me?” [Quasi-emperor Xiaofei] laughed. “In four thousand years, do you think I have not comprehended your secrets?” He made a move, striking the grey-copper temple. The fist, after carrying the mandate of heaven, contained the qi of chaos and possessed an earth-splitting ability. The divine brilliance that was weaved from the various formation chains was surging like a vast sea.
Boom!
Terrifying aura surged.
The deafening sound waves filled the Void of the universe.
The grey-copper temple shook, propelled hundreds of thousands of kilometers away from the impact of the punch.
Ye Qingyu and the others cheered.
But soon the cheers came to a halt.
Because the grey-copper temple was undamaged. There were disordered and dull light flowing around the copper walls that were covered with ancient sword marks and holes, like a vortex, emitting endless grey, dull deathly aura. It was slowly spinning like a large millstone as it crashed down again toward the head of [Quasi-emperor Xiaofei]. It was much more terrifying than before.
As expected, things were not that simple.
Ye Qingyu's heart tensed up again.
What kind of power wanted to stop a martial arts Emperor from emerging from the Human Race?
[Quasi-emperor Xiaofei] had mentioned the word ‘you guys’, in other words it was not only the grey-copper temple that was secretly watching everything?
Boom!
The violent Dao sound reverberated again.
[Quasi-emperor Xiaofei] once again swung out a fist, which contained more terrifying power that constantly bombarded the grey-copper temple.
The grey-copper temple was sent flying again and again, and even shook and almost collapsed, but each time quickly adjusted the rhythm. It was slowly spinning like a millstone as it pressed down, slowly and firmly, as if to erase [Quasi-emperor Xiaofei] inch by inch.
“It's impossible… this bronze temple represents death and destruction, and no living creature can withstand its will.” The million-year-old soul sighed. “Back then, the supreme existences of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors had also tried to suppress it to no success. It still exists now. How would Li Xiaofei, who had not become Emperor, fight against it?”
Ye Qingyu felt his heart tightened when he heard this.
An existence that not even the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors could destroy?
What kind of frightening existence was in this grey-copper temple?
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Roars of a Dao sound resounded throughout the dark, deep starry sky.
At this moment, [Quasi-emperor Xiaofei] was exuding the demeanor of truly the strongest person of the present age. Every punch he launched out sent the world quaking, as if the world was resonating with his fist. His Dharma body was millions of kilometers tall, like a primitive giant, unexpectedly triggering the chaos storm and the power of lightning and thunder around him to bombard the grey-copper temple.
Bang!
Bang!
The fluctuation above the grey-copper temple became increasingly apparent, and the body of the temple was violently shaking, even the grey deathly light mist had faintly disintegrated.
A glimmer of hope surged in Ye Qingyu's heart.
“He used the power of the mandate of heaven to withstand against the grey-copper temple, what a good idea…” The million-year-old soul's eyes lit up, but then immediately shook his head. “It is still too simple, if this fierce object is so easily defeated, it would have been destroyed by the martial arts Emperor already.”
He still wasn't too optimistic about [Quasi-emperor Xiaofei].
As expected, with the passage of time, the grey-copper temple grew increasingly terrifying, the grey deathly aura was spreading frantically, and the body was constantly expanding to an unbelievable degree. [Quasi-emperor Xiaofei's] Dharma body was already a height of millions of kilometers, but under this temple, he still looked like a small stone next to a boulder…
Boom!
Dao sounds roared.
[Quasi-emperor Xiaofei] staggered.
“I'll help you.” The old man Quasi-emperor roared, glowing all over. His body was about to expand, restoring to the peak Dharma body state in order to help [Quasi-emperor Xiaofei] withstand against the mysterious grey-copper temple.
“Don't,” [Quasi-emperor Xiaofei] bellowed. “Brother Lu Dao, don’t forget our agreement, the Human Race cannot be without a Quasi-emperor to protect them.”
The old man Quasi-emperor’s body stiffened.
He was obviously reminded of something. Although he really wanted to help out, wanted to assist his old friend, in the end he did not make a move. The old man's eyes were full of grief and indignation as he roared, “The heaven does not bless my Human Race… My generation had shed so much blood, when will the blood of the hero stop flowing…”
The Quasi-emperor howled with sorrow.
Sadness flowed between the Void of the universe, making one tearful.
“Grandpa…” Lu Wei firmly held onto the old man. For the first time in his life the arrogant youngster felt his grandfather was so weak and helpless, which made him hate the fact that he was unable to tear apart the grey-copper temple in the distance, but he knew that he was still too weak.
Lu Wei's gaze shifted to Ye Qingyu.
For some reason, he felt that the youngster must have a way——although this feeling was really absurd.
At this moment, [Quasi-emperor Xiaofei] was at a disadvantageous position.
The terrifyingly tremendous grey-copper temple swirled down, bending the waist of [Quasi-emperor Xiaofei’s] Dharma body.
[Quasi-emperor Xiaofei], who used his huge body to withstand against the grey-bronze temple, resembled the giant supporting the collapsing sky in the ancient legend. He roared, both hands holding up the base of the grey-copper temple, Dharma body surging with endless divine brilliance as he attempted to send the grey-copper temple flying away.
But the grey-copper temple slowly pressed down, spinning slowly, like a millstone, wearing down the palms of [Quasi-emperor Xiaofei’s] Dharma body, grinding his skin, flesh and even bones. His blood soaked the cold metal base of the grey-copper temple. It seemed as though it wanted to gradually grind the Dharma body of Li Xiaofei into powder.
Blood flowed and burned.
“Ah, ah…” Li Xiaofei roared.
In the blink of an eye, half his arms had been ground into minced flesh.
He almost could not withstand any longer.
After all, the grey-copper temple was a fierce object related to the fall of the martial arts Emperors.
Ye Qingyu's eyes were red.
It was too hateful.
Why would that be so?
It was at this moment that an unexpected change happened, and suddenly an intermittent and very faint voice sounded.
“Old ancestor… gourd… the gourd is here!”
An incredibly weak but familiar voice was coming from the distant Void.
Ye Qingyu was startled.
He turned his head round.
Only to see that in the distant Void, under a broken tortoise shell that was covered with cracks and looked as though it would split open any moment, was a chubby figure, bloodied and badly mangled, slowly crawling towards the battlefield with great difficulty, leaving a long line of blood marks behind him…
Li Shengyan?!
“Fatty, you…”
Ye Qingyu's figure flashed, and instantly opened up the brilliance of the [Cloud Top Cauldron] to protect the fatty within.
The fatty, as though he had been slashed by tens of thousands of swords, was bloodied and badly mangled. There was not a single complete piece of flesh all over his body, and he simply did not look human.
His spirit was also in a state of near depletion. His eyes were lifeless, and he was only focused on crawling forward, paying no attention to anything around him. In his bloodied hand was a licorice gourd, as he repeated the same words over and over again, “Old ancestor… gourd… the gourd is here…”
Ye Qingyu's eyes turned red.
This fatty.
He knew at once what was going on.
The fatty who was not strong enough unexpectedly did not choose to stop halfway up the Capital Sky Peak like Qin Yanzi, Zhang Wudao and the others, but chose to forcibly withstand the terrifying pressure. He was crawling forward inch by inch, little by little. Whether it was his physical body, spirit or mind, they were all under great pressure and close to a collapsing state. But he just withstood all this with his last breath to get here…
A stormy wave was set off in Ye Qingyu’s heart.
The fatty was at most a half-step Great Saint expert. Without the protection of other masters, it was unimaginable how much pressure he had bear to get here.
Ordinary Great Saints would most likely be turned into powder and ashes to get here.
This fatty, how on earth did he withstand to this point?
The turtle shell that protected him was almost worn out. The instant that Ye Qingyu protected Li Shengyan in the light barrier of the [Cloud Top Cauldron], it had turned into powder and dissipated.
At this moment, Li Shengyan's consciousness was already blurred.
He did not recognize Ye Qingyu, or any of the other people present, He was just wriggling forward without stopping.
He was covered in blood, his white bones were exposed. Every movement saw blood flowing out, dropping chunks of flesh, and even fragments of bones. His bloodied hand was holding a licorice gourd, and his eyes were fixed on [Quasi-emperor Xiaofei]. The blood flowing in his body made him instinctively crawl toward [Quasi-emperor Xiaofei]. “Old ancestor… gourd…”
He came to bring the licorice gourd to [Quasi-emperor Xiaofei].
This gourd was the last foundation of the Li family of the Ming Domain.
Although broken, it still had great power.
[Quasi-emperor Xiaofei] had gifted this gourd to the fatty, hoping that it would protect him at the critical moment. After all, [Quasi-emperor Xiaofei] was invincible, but had countless enemies, so the gourd was given to fatty to protect him. Now the situation was critical, and the fatty was worried about the old ancestor, so he had come here at all costs to deliver the gourd to [Quasi-emperor Xiaofei]!
The little licorice gourd was drenched in the blood of fatty——
