Slaying Demons: Starting with Upgrading my Calligraphy-Chapter 494 - 434: The Mystic Monarch’s Resentment
"Did we win?"
They looked at each other, having witnessed this grand battle, Huo Xiao and the others expressed their thrill.
After all, neither Qi Xiu nor Zhao He were considered the best among the True Monarchs of the Dao Body Realm.
Yet their skills were the finest of the Ancient Sect Nobility.
Especially Qi Xiu, though his true self didn’t take action.
The Primordial Sword Gourd alone made them shiver all over.
Imagine if it were them, could they withstand that domineering, unmatched terrifying sword light?
Especially when Qi Xiu later used the Command Talisman to summon the Tianzhu Spear to kill the incarnations of Zhao He and Zhao Qianqiu’s thoughts, it was extremely impressive.
After subduing Zhao He into a White Bone Devil God, Qi Xiu approached them.
"I’m sorry to have made you laugh."
He smiled and cupped his hands courteously.
But beside him, Zhao He raised his blood-red eyes, examining Huo Xiao and the others.
Seeing Zhao He, such a Dao Expert, beaten to death by Qi Xiu and then refined into a puppet.
Listening to Qi Xiu’s polite words, they hurriedly returned the gesture. Huo Xiao even patted his belly and said:
"Daoist Qi, you’re too polite. It’s very unfair of Mr. Zhao, after all, you’re both Human Cultivators.
Now that we’re about to reach the Southern Ming Wasteland, he went as far as to send men to harm his kin.
In this matter, he has no justification."
Damn, fat guy, is your mind that quick?
Hearing Huo Xiao’s words, the other Dao Experts were taken aback, secretly scorned a few words, then agreed.
"You gentlemen are too kind. I, Qi, always adhere to the principle of not offending unless offended.
If it weren’t for being forced into it, I wouldn’t want to create unnecessary killings, especially at this critical moment."
Spreading his hands, Qi Xiu explained, and his explanation naturally gained Huo Xiao and the others’ approval.
With the turmoil settled, after chatting briefly with Huo Xiao and the others, Qi Xiu turned his gaze to the massive ice pillars standing between heaven and earth.
These ice pillars sealed inside them magical treasures of high quality.
Shatter the ice pillar, and one could obtain the magical treasure.
The cost being entangled by the resentful thoughts attached to the ice pillars.
Though the impact of being entangled by this resentment is still unclear.
But given that the Mystic Monarch as the deity of the Guixu Sea, how strong is his power.
Plus, being nailed and suppressed at the Haiyan for so many years, the magnitude and purity of the accumulated resentment is simply immeasurable.
Even Dao Experts, facing this power, must weigh their options to avoid setting themselves on fire.
"Good stuff, all good stuff indeed."
Walking with hands behind on this snowy plain, Qi Xiu’s eyes scanned each ice pillar.
Honestly speaking, the magical treasures sealed within these ice pillars are each of excellent quality, even Dao Experts would be envious.
Gently tapping the Golden Cry Jade Beads on his wrist, Qi Xiu’s eyes flickered.
Now is an opportunity, Zhao Qianqiu must have already learned a bit of my methods through certain channels, and is now on guard.
But my Innate Primeval Breath, capable of spinning and transforming to reshape the flesh, is unbeknownst to him.
Upon entering the Southern Ming Wasteland, I can find an opportunity to create a false identity to ease his vigilance, but in doing so, the commonly used methods must be abandoned.
Lest he becomes suspicious.
Therefore, these magical treasures can serve to compensate a bit.
Zhao Qianqiu possesses formidable cultivation, domineering methods, the power he wields through the Five Elements via Dao Embodiment Qi Xiu has felt through his incarnations.
Honestly speaking, this power is very strong.
If truly against Zhao Qianqiu himself, he wouldn’t dare claim he could take him down with certainty.
Moreover, beside him are personal guards like Zhao He.
With no absolute certainty in direct confrontation, some methods must be employed to increase the probability.
Change identity, withdraw fangs and claws.
Since you, Zhao Qianqiu, want a fair fight, I’ll give you that opportunity.
One-on-one!
Thinking thus, as Qi Xiu observed these magical treasures, he began to make selective choices.
Seeing Qi Xiu walking further away, his figure gradually disappearing at the windy and snowy expanse of the ice field, Huo Xiao rubbed his palms and wanted to follow and see.
But as soon as he lifted his foot, the long-faced Dao Expert beside him grabbed him:
"Where are you going?"
"Do you even have to ask? Daoist Qi is so confident, he must have a method to acquire the treasure, let’s follow and see." Huo Xiao spoke matter-of-factly.
"You’re really smart when you’re smart and really dumb when you’re dumb."
Rolling his eyes in exasperation, the long-faced Dao Expert lowered his voice:
"Can’t you see this Daoist intentionally avoids us as he walks further and further?
And even if he has a method to obtain the treasure, would he teach you?"
With the long face’s reminder, Huo Xiao somewhat regained his senses, secretly chiding himself for being overconfident, thinking this Daoist always courteous and smiling, forgetting he had just killed a Dao Body guard of the reigning prince.
"Alright, let’s go. This isn’t the only hidden treasure in the Black God Venerable, if we can’t get something here, there should be opportunities elsewhere, let’s not waste time here."
Ultimately, they still feared the whimpering grievances of the Mystic Monarch on the ice pillars, and after several deliberations, Huo Xiao and his companions decided to abandon them.
Even if they don’t take these magical treasures, they can’t allow themselves to carry a ticking time bomb.
As turbulent and majestic wind and snow swept through.
Qi Xiu walked alone, just as the long-faced expert had guessed. Indeed, he ventured into this snowy plain to avoid them.
After all, he was trying to forge a new identity, naturally, he couldn’t let any information leak out.
While traversing this snowfield, Qi Xiu pondered what kind of identity he should construct so that it would not be easily detected.
Firstly, his signature Grand Primordial Technique could no longer be used.
This was his most distinctive and unique marker.
Secondly, Thunder Magic.
Although apart from Shenxiao Sect, some Thunder Magic techniques were circulated outside, none compared in power or quality to Shenxiao Sect’s Thunder Magic.
Not to mention the Thunder Magic techniques of the Dao Body Realm.
Therefore, if he were to forge a fake identity, he couldn’t use the Primordial Path or Thunder Magic.
Even similar methods had to be avoided as much as possible.
Calculating this way, the methods left for him were only the "Heavenly Sovereignty Sword Skill," "Boundless Fire Emperor," "Black Water True Skill," "Minor Azure Heaven Skill."
After scanning the several methods, Qi Xiu’s footsteps gradually paused, he slowly lifted his head to view the towering ice pillar emitting an eerie frost, with faint black mist swirling around.
At the center of this ice pillar, a precious fan emitting red and blue light lay sealed.
This fan was extraordinarily divine. On its front, fierce flames roared, as if Taiyang had descended to the mortal realm, the fiery blaze billowing without pause, reflecting a vast red world, capable of melting the firmament, its fiery might unmatched, as if it would tear apart heaven and earth, ushering in a new era of heat.
The other side of the fan, however, was wound with freezing frost over a thousand miles, a silvery-white world of extreme cold, so icy as if it were the abyss of the Arctic, with endless chill condensing into frost, able to freeze all life.
This harsh back, like a silent and deadly winter’s spring, immediately devours any approaching warmth.
The fan bones were unique, each resembling a sharp longsword, elegant yet keen, when opened like a peacock spreading its tail, thirty-six sword shadows pointing towards the Nine Heavens, like meteors streaking through the night sky, the powers of ice and fire entwining on the fan surface, creating a rare force of destruction and creation, terrifying to the extreme.
This one!
Catching sight of this magical treasure, Qi Xiu’s heart moved, beside him, Zhao He, incarnated as the White Bone Devil God, nodded along, with the Blood Fiend Sword Worshipper manifested and entered his body, the Myriad Beasts Shadow appearing once more.
A heavy step that shook the world.
Zhao He boldly charged towards the towering ice pillar, punching it with all his might, the roar of myriad beasts, an enormous and unmatched malevolent force transformed into a visible shock wave, smashing fiercely against the ice pillar.
Crack!
The ice pillar, with a diameter of over a hundred feet, wasn’t very sturdy, merely a circle, the entire pillar started spreading numerous fearsome cracks from bottom to top.
Bang!
The ice pillar shattered with a boom, within the swirling white frost, a red and blue light shot into the sky and fled into the distance.
Magical treasures have a spirit, seeking escape once freed.
Yet Qi Xiu, having already chosen it, wouldn’t sit idly by, before the precious fan could fly far, countless Suppression Talismans in the heavens formed a golden wall to directly halt it.
Following which, countless golden lights appeared from all directions, gradually closed in to form a square golden cage, firmly suppressing the escaping treasure fan.
With a golden square in hand, Qi Xiu didn’t rush to refine this magical treasure but turned to look at Zhao He, who had shattered the ice pillar.
Grievances of the Mystic Monarch adhered to the ice pillar, anyone wishing to break the ice and seize the treasure would suffer the entanglement of grievances.
After smashing the ice pillar, Zhao He tumbled and landed steadily. Under Qi Xiu’s orders, he stayed put without any further action.
It’s coming!
Eyes slightly narrowed, rotating the Observing Qi Skill, in a special black and white vision, Qi Xiu suddenly saw a vague shadow, composed of countless slender black lines emanating icy grievances, walking out from unknown void.
Gradually approaching the stationary Zhao He.
Is this the grievance of the Mystic Monarch?
Gazing at this black line composed figure, Qi Xiu’s eyes flickered.
No, it’s not right.
He had seen God’s Loathful Remnants produced by the death of a deity in the Valley of Deceased Gods, compared to the current grievances of the Mystic Monarch, they were entirely different things.
The grievances of the Mystic Monarch approached Zhao He step by step.
When it reached behind him.
Suddenly raised both hands, fiercely stabbing into Zhao He’s eyebrow.
The next moment!
Qi Xiu immediately felt a vast, cold, resentment-filled power trying to trace back to him via his mysterious connection with the White Bone Devil God.
His mind suddenly lit up with gleaming gold, an ancient, simple lamp gradually emerged.
Under the protection of Human Path Merit’s glow.
This invading cold feeling was instantly isolated.
But Qi Xiu’s expression suddenly turned solemn and complex.
Just now, when he was invaded by the grievances of the Mystic Monarch, his Observing Qi Skill seemed to be triggered, a scene appeared in his mind out of nowhere.
It was a seabed as deep as an abyss, the water flow slow and as heavy as ten thousand pounds.
An aged, white-haired figure with a head bowed was firmly nailed to a rock cliff by a bronze longsword piercing through the heart.
And as Qi Xiu’s gaze touched this figure.
He clearly saw this white-haired figure subtly raise its head, a pair of eyes dark as ink.
Glancing coldly at him.
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