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Chapter 111 What? There's a big one on the water?



Chapter 111 What? There's a big one on the water?

The grand formation covering the entire Jishui Mountain appeared stable, but in reality, it had reached its limit.

The spirit runes were operating at full or even overload in many places. Some of these were caused by ripples spreading along the inside of the spirit runes after the previous explosion. They were temporarily held up by the fire dragon's continuous attack, but the cracks were expanding uncontrollably in the face of the water dragon's explosive impact.

Yuan Xuzi's divine sense discovered a crack in the ground that was nearing its limit. If it were to fall, it would cause the great formation in a large area underground to break. At that time, the surging river water would rush into the great formation along the crack in the ground, and the entire Jishui Mountain would be washed into a swamp, leaving not a single stone behind.

This powerful cultivator, who was at the Golden Core stage, solemnly took out a clone and reluctantly shoved it onto the ground.

The precious clone, proficient in earth-遁 (earth-遁 is a type of magic that allows one to escape through mud), merged into the soil and arrived near the spirit pattern in just three breaths. It formed a single-hand seal with each hand, and its internal structure underwent a tremendous change.

"Damn it, I'll have to get the array master to treat me to drinks! This array is just too unreliable."

With a thought, Yuan Xuzi's clone directly crashed into the spirit runes, its two hands merging into the two ends of the large area of ​​spirit runes, replacing the area of ​​the great formation that was about to collapse, and connecting the two sides of spiritual energy flow.

The clone began to disintegrate internally, and the spiritual power supporting the physical body began to do its best to maintain the spiritual power channels of the great array. From the skin and muscles to the bones and internal organs, everything was melting.

The great formation was temporarily protected. Yuan Xuzi was like a furious lion, his divine sense sweeping back and forth in Jishui Mountain. If he were to discover another spy, he would tear him to pieces so that even the King of Hell wouldn't be able to tell who he was!

.....

Zhong Ming was unaware of all this. From his perspective, the great formation was as stable as Mount Tai, and the wisdom of the great human cultivators was blocking the earth-shattering waves. Everyone was working together to protect the stronghold.

Spiritual energy was continuously poured into the small opening. Even he, who possessed a dragon vein, felt somewhat strained. Looking at the others, Xuan Jing and Yue Kaishan were already exhausted, each clutching a spirit stone to recover. On the other hand, Chen Dahai, who came from Wanbing Valley, still had a bitter look on his face, not even a single eyebrow changed, as if nothing had happened.

As the soft light drew closer, Xueyan placed a delicate little candlestick among the group and sat down in an empty seat, directly behind Zhong Ming.

"You all meditate to recover your spiritual energy, I'll hold on for a while." Her voice sounded tired, not like she had plenty of spiritual energy.

Upon hearing this, Chen Dahai and Zhong Ming obeyed the order and withdrew their hands.

They saw glimmers of light; the giant wave was about to pass, and the water level was rapidly dropping. The water dragon's true form was reduced to just its tail, which, with a gentle flick, disappeared into the dark "deep waters on land."

"finished?"

"No, it's far away."

The initial impact has passed, but the water level dropped to a certain point and then stopped, precisely at the height of the mountaintop.

This place has become a temporary suspended river, bringing up soil from an unknown depth underground. You can even see stalactites, the kind found only in caves, in the rushing water, being carried away by the terrifying current.

Looking into the distance, you can't see the edge of the river. Does this river really have any "riverbanks"? Is a hundred miles really enough?

Just as Zhong Ming closed his eyes to meditate, the second captain beside him let out a startled exclamation, which sounded like a thunderclap and nearly scared the person with a weak heart to death.

"Big black fish!"

In the distance, a dark "fin" emerged from the water, making it hard to imagine that any creature could exist in such an environment.

"No way, could it be some ancient monster in the Nascent Soul stage? Or some tens of thousands of years old turtle that got woken up?"

"You're talking nonsense. Look closely, it doesn't look like a fish."

Xuan Jing was immediately surrounded by outstretched hands. Without a word, everyone conveyed the same message: 'Hey, Grand Talisman Master, can I borrow a Distant View Talisman? The kind you don't have to return.'

Xuan Jing lay down on the ground. "Ah, I'm so tired. My spiritual energy has been completely drained, not a single drop left. It's really gone. I can't even open my storage bag." After saying that, he pretended to be dead, closed his eyes, and acted as if he hadn't seen anything.

Zhong Ming silently withdrew his hands, which had been used to fish in troubled waters.

You cheapskate, I was hoping to scam an extra one too.

Without any telescopes, the group could only stare wide-eyed, watching the black object swaying in the rising and falling waves.

He silently chanted in his heart, 'Don't come any closer, don't come any closer, I want to rest a little longer, I don't want to start sending spiritual energy again right away~~'

This idea was completely shattered by an exclamation from an unknown Foundation Establishment cultivator.

"No, that's not a monster, that's a ship! Quick, report this! This is the wreckage of the Colossus-class flagship, the Demon Slayer! Quick, notify the higher-ups! Is there any way to bring it here?"

The cultivator jumped up and down excitedly, gesturing wildly and shouting loudly, which made the other cultivators frown.

Su Longshan walked over, picked up an incense stick, lit it, and then suddenly poked it into the other person's nose.

"Explain yourself! What exactly happened? Explain yourself!"

"Ah, woo woo~~" After taking a couple of breaths of the exotic fragrance, the man calmed down completely, waved his hand to knock away Su Longshan's hand, glared at him, and said excitedly, "Don't any of you read history? You must have read the treasure hunt log, right? It's written about underwater treasures! The Colossus-class flagship warship, the Demon Slayer, was shot down over the Yelan River during the North-South War six hundred years ago and fell into the river. It has never been found since. A Colossus-class ship, just one of its spiritual energy sails is worth 100,000 military merit points!"

"Ah! How is that possible!"

Upon hearing this, all the cultivators became excited. One hundred thousand military merit points was a number they dared not even dream of. And this was just one sail; from a distance, there were more than just one "black fin."

"Impossible, how come there isn't a dedicated salvage team looking for something so important?" Soon, someone raised a question.

"Well, I couldn't find it in official historical records, but according to unofficial histories... it seems that the captain of the Demon-Slaying Ship was an incredibly handsome and dashing man. The River God of the Nightfall River had long admired him, but his repeated declarations of love went unrequited. This time, a golden opportunity presented itself, and taking advantage of his serious injuries, he forcefully took her back to his underwater palace to be his wife..."

Everyone: ...That's crazy, but it seems to make some sense.


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