AWB Chapter 422 Coercion
Chapter 422 Coercion
Chapter 422 Coercion
"An unprecedented catastrophe?"
The Mountain-Shaking True Lord's bronze bell-like eyes suddenly glared at the center of the hall, his voice like muffled thunder: "What makes you say such a thing?!"
Not only him, but also Ji Yinglong, the Empty-minded Monk, the Rock True Monk and a group of other Nascent Soul cultivators all turned their gazes to the old man with white hair and beard.
Before the old man, an ancient tortoise shell floated silently, its cracks intricate and profound, emitting a faint spiritual light.
His face was as solemn as iron, and his hoarse voice clearly reached the ears of every Nascent Soul cultivator: "As the divination indicates, the high-level passages between the surrounding cultivation realms and my Great Azure Realm will be connected one by one within the next few decades."
"At that time, not only Nascent Soul cultivators will be able to travel back and forth, but even Divine Transformation Heavenly Lords may also be able to slip through the barrier."
"Buzz—!"
A suppressed gasp echoed through the Black Mountain Secret Realm.
A Nascent Soul cultivator is already an ancestor in their own right, while a Deity Transformation cultivator is a legendary existence!
If the Heavenly Lords of the Outer Realms could truly descend, it would be nothing short of a cataclysmic event for the Great Azure Realm!
Ignoring the astonishment of the crowd, the old man continued in a deep voice, "Especially ancient battlefields like the Black Mountain Secret Realm, which connect several great realms, will become a place full of loopholes and a springboard for invasions from various realms in the future."
"Faced with so many colossal upper realms, my Great Azure Realm—I fear it will be difficult to withstand them."
Every word he uttered was like a meteorite striking, heavily impacting the hearts and minds of everyone present.
"At that time, the catastrophe that occurred tens of thousands of years ago may be repeated."
"Our Great Azure Realm has suffered from a decline in spiritual energy for tens of thousands of years, making it difficult to find cultivators as powerful as those during the Holy War—"
"Man is the butcher, and I am the fish on the chopping block."
The old man stared at the cracks in the tortoise shell, his eyes filled with helplessness and despair.
Upon hearing this, Ji Yinglong and the monk Kongxing's expressions also turned extremely grim. As patriarchs of their respective realms and holders of the Nascent Soul inheritance, they knew more secrets. The Great Azure Realm was not without Nascent Soul cultivators, but the main realm had long been depleted of spiritual energy and its laws were incomplete, making a forced breakthrough almost impossible.
Those who achieved Nascent Soul status by chance can now only cower in the ancient secret realm, like caged beasts, relying on the secret realm's millennia-old resources to prolong their lives and maintain their initial Nascent Soul stage.
Each action of the true body requires the creation of a clone, which comes at a huge cost and further weakens the already fragile true body.
What's even more disheartening is that even if the real body were to descend, it would likely be powerless to reverse the situation.
The great war tens of thousands of years ago was mainly fought in the Great Green Realm, causing the sky to collapse, the spiritual veins to be severed, and the environment to be permanently damaged.
Meanwhile, the various realms outside, whether victorious or vanquished, are dividing up the spoils. With the ebb and flow of power, the strength of the Nascent Soul Heavenly Lord is likely to become even stronger!
The outcome of pitting one's own dying ancestor against a powerful Heavenly Emperor at the height of his power is self-evident.
In the deathly silence, Ji Yinglong spoke hoarsely, his gaze fixed intently on the old man who had cast the divination: "What is the current state of that avatar of Ancestor Kudu?"
The old man closed his eyes, his ten fingers forming hand seals like phantoms, and the tortoise shell in front of him emitted intense, flickering light, as if he were deducing the secrets of heaven.
After a long while, he suddenly opened his eyes, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. His face was pale and he shook his head with a bitter smile at Ji Yinglong: "I can only deduce that the original essence of the Bitter Ancestor's clone has not been destroyed, but his condition should be extremely poor."
"The specific reason is that the secrets of heaven have been disrupted by an extremely powerful force, making them difficult to discern."
Ji Yinglong's face turned completely grim. The fact that the source had not been extinguished meant that the person was still alive, but the poor condition coupled with the disorder of the heavenly secrets hinted at something unsettling.
The monk Kongxing twirled his prayer beads and said in a deep voice, "I'm afraid—the old ancestor Kudu has been ambushed and killed by the combined forces of the outside world's Nascent Soul avatars in the secret realm."
"Otherwise, with the Ancestor's indestructible divine power, even if he were to face three opponents, he would be able to protect himself without any worries."
These words made the atmosphere even colder.
If even a powerful figure like Patriarch Kudu was ganged up on, it shows that the outside world had already colluded and their malice towards the Great Green Realm was obvious!
Just as everyone was lost in thought, Ji Yinglong's gaze suddenly sharpened like a knife, shooting towards the corner of the main hall where Xuan Yin Fairy was protecting several disciples, among whom was Chen Yi.
"Chen Yi!"
Ji Yinglong's voice boomed like thunder, his peak Nascent Soul stage aura surging forth like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down, "You're the last one back! Speak! What exactly happened on Ancestor Kudu's side?!"
This is him displacing his anger, and also looking for an outlet for his frustration.
Chen Yi sat cross-legged on a futon, his eyes closed as he meditated to consolidate his gains from the secret realm. Upon hearing the sound, he merely squinted at Ji Yinglong before looking away, too lazy to pay him any attention.
Ji Yinglong is nothing more than a bully who preys on the weak and fears the strong.
If it weren't for the large number of people and the presence of these late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators—
If they were alone in private, or if Chen Yi were absolutely certain he could kill the other person instantly in the future, he would have already taken action and killed him.
"Ji Yinglong, what are you doing?!"
A clear, cold shout rang out, and the Xuan Yin Fairy stepped forward, blocking Chen Yi's path. Her resilient magical power acted as an invisible barrier, completely dissolving the pressure from the Nascent Soul cultivator.
Ji Yinglong's eyes flashed with a mixture of fear and anger. He sneered, "All you do is hide behind women, you piece of trash!"
His words were harsh, both satirizing Chen Yi and criticizing Xuan Yin.
"I can't touch you today, but—"
His gaze suddenly shifted, fixing on one of his men like a hawk's. "Ji Wuchen, you beast! Come and kneel down to beg for forgiveness!!"
The last four words were chillingly menacing.
Ji Wuchen, the prodigy of the Ji family who was named, looked up in astonishment, his face full of confusion—never before had an ancestor publicly humiliated his own carefully nurtured junior in such a way!
Ji Yinglong gave him no time to think, his voice righteous and resounding throughout the hall: "Someone has already reported you! In the secret realm, you and Chen Yi of Qingyun Cave openly defied the Bitter Ancestor!"
"Chen Yishang simply disobeyed orders and fled on his own."
"Yet you personally intervened, helping the Black Dragon Society's rogue monk snatch the coveted Black and White Yin-Yang Mystic Ginseng from the patriarch!"
"Furthermore, he secretly refined the Yin-Yang Dao essence within it!"
"Such a treacherous act of betraying one's own family and clan, a heinous crime, needs no further explanation?!"
"Hand over the magic treasure immediately and kneel down to confess your sins!"
After a stern rebuke, several harsh accusations were leveled against Ji Wuchen, each one enough to condemn him to eternal damnation.
The hall was deathly silent, all eyes focused on Ji Yinglong, Ji Wuchen, and Chen Yi, who had been caught in the storm.
Fairy Xuan Yin frowned, realizing that this matter was not simple.
Chen Yi, who had been keeping his eyes closed, slowly opened them upon hearing the numbers "Black and White Yin Yang Mystic Ginseng" and "Spiritual Treasure".
He got it.
On the surface, Ji Yinglong was cleaning up his own house and interrogating the old ancestor about the matter, but in reality, his true intentions were not what they seemed.
He wasn't forcing Chen Yi, nor was he forcing Ji Wuchen.
Rather, it was the Black Dragon Society's rogue monk, who was hiding in the shadows, practicing the Vajra Technique, and had some connection with Ji Wuchen, who was the one who truly stole the Black and White Yin-Yang Mystic Ginseng.
This is Ji Yinglong's true target.