Chapter 129: Starfall in Qingqiu Tomb
The Xuanhuang hurricane stirred up by the nine Yinglong tore open the lava sea. Lu Qingyang stepped on the shattered fragments of the Zhou Tian Star Cauldron and shot backward. The Zhao Yao Banner fragments, wrapped by Su Meiniang's fox tail, suddenly ignited with a cyan-green flame. "The backlash from Little Lord's blood pact is coming!" Silver blood suddenly seeped from her seven orifices, and her nine fox tails uncontrollably wrapped around Lu Qingyang's neck. "Quick... sever the marriage pact..."
Leng Yuehan swung her Ice Soul Sword at the fox tails, but the Ice Soul Sword suddenly froze when it touched the blood pattern of the marriage pact: "The Guanghan Sword Qi was actually assimilated!" The sword reflected the osmanthus totem appearing in her pupils, and the bronze coffin at the bottom of the sea suddenly echoed with a dull sound, resonating with the sword pattern on Lu Qingyang's chest.
"Don't worry, my two Fairies." Lu Qingyang bit his tongue and spat out essence blood, which condensed into a Hehuan Sect Dual Cultivation secret array in the air. "Since we're severing Karma, why not..." Before he could finish, three star shuttles broke through the Void Realm, and Xuanji Old Ancestor's true body descended, treading on the shattered Void Realm, with the God-Beating Whip in his hand, actually carrying the Nine Heavens Astral Wind.
"How dare an ant ruin my grand plan!" Wherever the whip shadow swept, the Yinglong scales peeled off, and the Dragon blood condensed from Xuanhuang Qi transformed into Talismanic Incantations filling the sky. Lu Qingyang suddenly pulled Su Meiniang in front of him, and the sound waves from the exploding golden bells on her fox tails actually shattered the Talismanic Incantations into dust: "Old Ancestor, do you know that Qingqiu Nine-Tails are best at breaking arrays?"
Leng Yuehan seized the opportunity to summon the Moon Toad Pot, the treasure of Guanghan Palace. The moonlight pouring from the pot's mouth condensed into an ice bridge leading directly to the bronze coffin. Xuanji Old Ancestor sneered and formed a hand Seal. Seventy-two bronze cauldrons flowed backward from the river of time, and the cauldrons spewed out the refined remnant Divine Souls of past Celestial Sword Masters: "This Seat has laid out this plan for twelve tribulations, how can I allow you all to..."
"Noisy!" Lu Qingyang suddenly plunged the Zhao Yao Banner fragment into his heart, and Chaos Dragon blood painted ancient demon script on the banner. A fox clan battle song echoed between heaven and earth, and the phantom of a Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox appeared behind him. The moment its sharp claws tore open the bronze cauldron array, the three-hundred-mile lava sea suddenly froze into profound ice.
Su Meiniang's fox ears perked up like startled spirits, and the golden bells at the tips of her tails jingled on their own, making a crisp sound, as if announcing something to the world: "This is the Soul-Summoning Song of Qingqiu Tomb!" Before she finished speaking, the ice layer at the bottom of the sea was ripped apart as if by an invisible giant hand, creating a ten-thousand-zhang chasm. Nine bronze giant statues with fox heads and human bodies, like giant beasts that had slept for a thousand years, broke through the ice, and in the palm of each giant statue was a burning soul lamp, like brilliant stars in the night sky.
Xuanji Old Ancestor's star crown suddenly burst, like a blooming blood flower, revealing a forehead covered with blood-red pupils, which flickered with an eerie light like the eyes of a demon: "So that's it! The Qingqiu Empress actually hid her Legacy in the Dragon Devouring Abyss back then!" The God-Beating Whip transformed into a hundred-zhang thunder Dragon, pouncing at the giant statues with bared fangs and claws, but it was tightly entangled by chains condensed from the soul lamp's fire, like a bound Dragon, unable to break free.
Lu Qingyang took the opportunity to leap onto the thunder Dragon's back. A dagger of Chaos Qi condensed at his fingertips, swift as lightning, accurately piercing the inverse scale, like a sharp sword directly plunging into the enemy's heart: "Thank you, Old Ancestor, for giving us a ride!"
As the thunder Dragon writhed in pain, the three had already used the momentum to charge into the array of giant statues. Leng Yuehan's Moon Wheel Dao Scar suddenly grew hot, and the bronze coffin actually flew to her feet on its own: "This is... the Guanghan Ice Coffin?" The cold Qi seeping from the coffin lid's cracks condensed into an ice crystal on her brow, reflecting the bloody scene of Xuanji Old Ancestor devouring the Guanghan Palace Master.
"Master!" Leng Yuehan's Sword Qi raged like a wild horse, and the Ice Soul Sword seemed capable of summoning the nether cold from the Nine Hells. Lu Qingyang, quick-witted, flipped his hand like lightning, striking her back. The Hehuan Sect's secret technique, like spring rain, forcefully harmonized her raging True Qi: "Fairy, if you fall into Qi Deviation now, wouldn't it play right into that old dog's hands!" Saying this, he suddenly tore open her collar, his tongue licking the moon pattern on her collarbone like a nimble snake. "How about Mr. Lu helps you vent this pent-up frustration?" "Shameless!" Leng Yuehan's fury flared, and she struck out with her palm like a sudden storm, but the palm wind was like a frost passing through, instantly freezing the approaching star shuttles into ice shards.
Su Meiniang's lips curled into a mocking smile, and the Fox Fire she flung out roared like a fire Dragon, forcing Xuanji Old Ancestor back: "The high-and-mighty flower of Guanghan Palace is quite a perfect match for Little Lord, this Deng Tuzi." Her tail tip suddenly pierced the ice coffin like lightning, and the Ice Soul Sword in the hand of the female corpse in the coffin actually merged with Leng Yuehan's sword like a magnet.
The giant statue array suddenly rotated, and the soul lamp's fire interwove into a star map in the air. Xuanji Old Ancestor's thunder Dragon Dharma Idol was frozen by the star map, and black foul blood seeped from between its scales: "Impossible! The Qingqiu star track was already..." Before he could finish, Lu Qingyang had already stepped on the star track and leaped to his head. The chaos pearl in his palm reflected the fear deep within the other's Divine Soul: "Old Ancestor, do you know why the Heaven Severing Sword devours its Master?"
The moment the chaos pearl exploded, seventy-two tribulation lightning bolts descended from the starry sky. Leng Yuehan, as if divinely inspired, swung her sword to guide the lightning, and her Moon Wheel Dao Scar actually refined the heavenly lightning into an ice-lightning sword array: "Guanghan Tribulation Sword · Jade Shatters Kunlun!" The sword light pierced through Xuanji Old Ancestor's protective star cloud, opening a bowl-sized blood hole in his chest.
"Ant!" Xuanji Old Ancestor roared, crushing his natal star. The shattered star core transformed into a myriad of sword rain. Su Meiniang suddenly revealed her nine-tailed true form, and Fox Fire drew the Qingqiu sacrifice array in the Void Realm: "With my essence blood, I summon the ancestral Divine Souls!" The ancient fox demon remnant Divine Souls that crawled out of the sacrifice array actually merged with the bronze giant statues to form a ten-thousand-zhang Dharma Idol.
Lu Qingyang, seeing that the time was ripe, unhesitatingly sprinkled Chaos Dragon blood onto the star map like a torrential downpour. In an instant, the originally incomplete star track seemed to be magically completed, forming a whole and brilliant star map.
"So that's it!" Lu Qingyang exclaimed, "Qingqiu Tomb is actually the heaven severing sword sheath!" Before he finished speaking, a ripple suddenly appeared in the center of the star map, and the phantom of a sword sheath slowly emerged. This phantom gradually became clear, and finally materialized, like a real sword sheath.
At the same time, the God-Beating Whip, which Xuanji Old Ancestor had been holding in his hand, was drawn by a powerful suction and flew uncontrollably into the sword sheath. In an instant, the God-Beating Whip and the sword sheath perfectly fit together, as if they were originally one.
As the God-Beating Whip was sucked into the sword sheath, Xuanji Old Ancestor's magical power instantly dissipated like a broken dam. He looked at his right hand in astonishment, only to see that the hand that could originally control the God-Beating Whip had now turned into ashes, scattering in the air.
"This... how is this possible..." Xuanji Old Ancestor murmured, his voice full of disbelief and despair, "This Seat clearly tampered with fate, how could it..."
However, his words were interrupted by Lu Qingyang. Lu Qingyang's lips curled into a cold smile, and he stepped onto the star track, walking step by step to Xuanji Old Ancestor, looking down at him.
"Old dog, don't you know?" Lu Qingyang's voice was cold and mocking, "The Celestial Sword Master has never been one to follow the will of heaven." With that, he suddenly reached out and gently lifted Xuanji Old Ancestor's chin with his fingertips, forcing him to look up and meet his gaze.
Just as Xuanji Old Ancestor stared in astonishment, Lu Qingyang, without warning, kissed Leng Yuehan, who was beside him. Leng Yuehan clearly hadn't expected such a move from Lu Qingyang. Her body trembled fiercely, but she quickly calmed down, obediently responding to Lu Qingyang's kiss.
In this passionate kiss, Lu Qingyang passed the Guanghan Jade Dew, which Leng Yuehan held in her lips, into Xuanji Old Ancestor's mouth. This Guanghan Jade Dew was a rare treasure in the world, possessing powerful spiritual energy and medicinal effects.
"Are you satisfied with this grand gift?" Lu Qingyang released Xuanji Old Ancestor's chin, watching his face grow paler due to the effects of the Guanghan Jade Dew, the cold smile on his lips becoming more pronounced.
The moment the jade dew entered his body, Xuanji Old Ancestor's Meridians froze. Su Meiniang's fox tail Dharma Idol seized the opportunity to strike down with its giant claw, shattering the ice sculpture into dust: "Little Lord's method of killing with a borrowed knife has become increasingly refined." She suddenly grunted and knelt, the blood pattern of the marriage pact having spread to her heart. "But if this blood pact isn't undone soon..."
The sound of chains breaking suddenly came from the bottom of the sea, and the eyelids of the female corpse in the bronze coffin suddenly trembled. The Ice Soul Sword in Leng Yuehan's hand let out a mournful cry, and the sword body showed the scene of the Guanghan Palace Master's Divine Soul being extracted and refined: "Master... is still alive?" Just as she was about to touch the female corpse in the coffin, Lu Qingyang suddenly threw out the Bee Cloud Sword and held it against her neck: "Fairy, look closely, is this your Master?"
The sword light reflected the star pattern behind the female corpse's ear, which was identical to the blood pupils on Xuanji Old Ancestor's forehead. Su Meiniang's Fox Fire swept across the star pattern, and Qingqiu secret script gradually appeared: "...Possession mark..." Before she finished speaking, the female corpse suddenly opened her eyes, and two star Mang shot out from her pupils.
Lu Qingyang, quick as a flash, pulled Leng Yuehan, then agilely flipped and dodged the star Mang. However, unexpectedly, the ice hit by the star Mang suddenly grew countless fleshy tentacles, which spread rapidly as if alive.
Seeing this, Su Meiniang unhesitatingly flung out her fox tail, wrapping it around one of the tentacles like lightning. However, just as she tried to burn it with her natal True Fire, she was surprised to find that her True Fire not only did not cause any damage to the tentacle but was rapidly devoured by it.
"This is the mother body of the Northern Darkness Soul Devouring Leech!" Su Meiniang exclaimed in alarm, her face turning extremely ugly.
Just then, the faces of various Elders appeared among the tentacles. These faces were clearly visible, and they were all the Primordial Spirits of Cultivators who had been devoured.
"Excellent!" An old and playful voice suddenly came from all directions, as if the entire space was echoing with this voice.
Everyone looked around in astonishment, only to see the shattered stardust re-condense in the air, forming a giant Dharma Idol with three heads and six arms. This Dharma Idol was Xuanji Old Ancestor, and a triumphant smile appeared on his face as he looked at Lu Qingyang and the others trapped in the tentacles, a hint of cunning flashing in his eyes.
"This Seat also wants to thank you for unlocking the Qingqiu Seal..." Xuanji Old Ancestor's voice echoed through the space, carrying a hint of mockery.
Before he finished speaking, his six palms simultaneously formed Seals. The originally static bronze giant statue array suddenly began to reverse, emitting rumbling sounds. The soul lamp's fire also instantly transformed into a giant cage, tightly enveloping Lu Qingyang, Leng Yuehan, and Su Meiniang.
Lu Qingyang, trapped in the cage, suddenly let out a burst of wild laughter, which echoed in the cage, making people's hair stand on end. He violently tore open the front of his clothes, revealing the Chaos Dragon blood on his chest.
The Chaos Dragon blood quickly moved in the Void Realm, as if it had a life of its own. Lu Qingyang dipped his finger in the Dragon blood and drew a mysterious sword pattern in the Void Realm.
"Old dog, do you know why every Celestial Sword Master has to come to the Dragon Devouring Abyss?" Lu Qingyang's voice was cold and majestic, like a demon from Hell.
As his words fell, the sword pattern suddenly burst into dazzling light, which, like lightning, cut through the Void Realm and shot straight towards Xuanji Old Ancestor.
However, what this light triggered was not Sword Qi, but a desolate Dragon's roar from the depths of the earth. This Dragon's roar was like a giant beast from ancient times, carrying endless pressure and power.
Just then, the seventy-two bronze cauldrons suddenly seemed to be summoned, fiercely turning their direction, their mouths aimed at Xuanji Old Ancestor, spewing out a stream of Primordial Xuanhuang Qi.
"Impossible! The Zhou Tian Star Cauldron clearly recognized me as its Master..." Xuanji Old Ancestor's voice was filled with disbelief and despair. His Dharma Idol, under the fierce scour of the Mother Qi, was gradually dissolving at a visible speed, as if being eroded by an irresistible force.
However, just as the Dharma Idol was about to completely dissipate, a pulsating star core suddenly appeared from its core. This star core emitted a faint light, seemingly stubbornly resisting the erosion of the Mother Qi.
Just then, Leng Yuehan suddenly made a shocking move. She unhesitatingly plunged the Ice Soul Sword into her heart. In an instant, the silver blood gushing from her Moon Wheel Dao Scar dyed the sword body red like a spring.
"Guanghan Forbidden Art · Mutual Destruction!" Leng Yuehan uttered these words, her voice revealing determination and resolve. As her words fell, the silver light on the Ice Soul Sword suddenly surged, piercing directly through the star core like a bolt of lightning.
At the same time, Su Meiniang also unhesitatingly bit her tongue and spat out a mouthful of natal essence blood. The essence blood transformed into a ball of Fox Fire in the air, rapidly condensing into nine layers of chains, which tightly entangled the star core like nimble snakes.
Lu Qingyang, seeing the situation, seized the opportunity to press the chaos pearl into the crack of the star core. With the embedding of the chaos pearl, a powerful force instantly erupted, tightly enveloping the star core.
"Trinity, ceremony complete!" Lu Qingyang's voice, under the impact of this powerful force, seemed a little shaky.
In an instant, the white light generated by the explosion was as dazzling as the sun, making it impossible to look directly at it. However, in this dazzling white light, the bronze coffin suddenly rose with a layer of Xuanhuang barrier, enveloping the three of them.
When the light dissipated, the three found themselves inside the bronze coffin. On the inner walls of the coffin, there were carvings of the Celestial Sword Master and women of various races engaging in Dual Cultivation, these images were vivid, as if telling untold stories.
Leng Yuehan's gaze suddenly fell on Lu Qingyang, her eyes full of doubt and questioning: "You knew I was the Reincarnation of the Guanghan Palace Master all along?"
"Reincarnation?" Lu Qingyang smiled, wiping the blood from his lips, and tore open Su Meiniang's collar to reveal an identical moon pattern. "Not just Fairy, Su Jiejie also has the Xuanji Pavilion's Possession mark behind her ear." His fingertips traced the patterns on both of them, and Chaos Qi actually refined the marks into a twin lotus totem. "What's interesting is, Mr. Lu also has one."
The coffin suddenly trembled violently, as if about to shatter, and the deafening roar of Yinglong colliding with the barrier came from outside. Su Meiniang's fox tails bloomed like a golden flower, radiating dazzling golden light, and the fragments of the Zhao Yao Banner, as if alive, automatically completed themselves.
On the banner surface appeared the scene of the Qingqiu Empress and the Celestial Sword Master drinking together. Floating in the wine were the star patterns on the three's brows, like twinkling stars in the night sky. Lu Qingyang suddenly swung his sword at the star map on the top of the coffin, the Sword Qi, like a sharp lightning bolt, carrying Su Meiniang's Fox Fire and Leng Yuehan's frost, as if to tear apart the entire world.
"It's time to wake up, old thing manipulating the chess game from behind the scenes!" His voice was like thunder, echoing between heaven and earth. The white hair hanging from the shattered star map, like a waterfall, was actually the true body of Xuanji Old Ancestor, who should have fallen. The half of the God-Beating Whip he held in his hand had merged with the heaven severing sword sheath, emitting a heart-palpitating aura.
"Do you truly believe you have escaped the suffering of Reincarnation?" The Old Ancestor's white hair suddenly transformed into chains, tightly entangling the three of them. "The pieces of this game were set long before your births..." With that, the sword pattern on Lu Qingyang's chest suddenly detached from his body, condensing into a male phantom identical to the one in the coffin's murals. The phantom gently waved its hand, and the white hair chains instantly shattered: "Senior Brother, thirty thousand years have passed, and you still haven't overcome your Inner Demon Tribulation."