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Novel: [The Primordial Law]
Volume 5: [Seeking Immortality in the Eastern Sea]
Volume 5 (Pinyin): [Dong Hai xun xian]
Chapter 101 (538): [Burying Thirty Li of Snow]
(101st of Volume 5)
Translator: Shadow Knight AK
Editor: Shadow Knight AK
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The water's surface was as smooth as a mirror.
At the bow of a small boat, An Xianjing stood quietly, her prayer beads in hand, gazing intently at the horizon, her brow furrowed slightly.
Li Weiyi's Sixfold Samsara Burning Karma Technique was terrifyingly powerful, almost excessively so.
Having cultivated this technique for centuries, constantly refining and perfecting it, she understood its mysteries better than anyone.
When combined with Psychic Power, the Sixfold Samsara Burning Karma Technique indeed possessed the power of an Imperial Technique.
However, Li Weiyi's third layer, "Karmic Fire Transformation," clearly surpassed even the third layer of an Imperial Technique in destructive force.
She shuddered to imagine the power he would unleash upon mastering the fourth layer, "Vajra's Wrathful Gaze."
"His Seven-Clawed Flame Heavenly Dragon Spiritual Qi and Golden Crow Flame Psychic Power Aura are no ordinary flames, their rank are astonishing. When combined, they push the Sixfold Samsara Burning Karma Technique to its absolute limit."
"If he masters Vajra's Wrathful Gaze, could he potentially use the momentum of his Dao Technique to break through the Wind Mansion's shackles?"
...
The Hidden Lord, wielding his Bronze Brush, skimmed across the sea surface.
Seven talismans shot from his sleeve, striking Yao Qian, who was being torn apart by the Golden Crow.
He aimed to seize this opportunity to eliminate him.
Yao Qian's Seventh-Grade Thousand-Inscriptions Artifact Armor erupted with power.
Scripture flashed across the armor, scattering Nether light in all directions.
Each surge of energy grew stronger, culminating in a thunderous explosion that shattered the fiery Golden Crow.
At that moment, Yao Qian finally realized Li Weiyi hadn't been bluffing.
With his secret technique of harmonizing Psychic and Martial-Mystic prowess, Li Weiyi's combat strength was far from the weakest among those in the First Realm of Immortal Realm - enough to pose a genuine threat to him.
"This ends here today! I will proclaim your strength in the Dao Seed Realm to the world, Li Weiyi, and make your name known."
Yao Qian's figure transformed into a swift black shadow, resembling a Flood Dragon, and plunged toward the sea surface.
The Hidden Lord knew of Prince Mingjiao's treasured armor, the Water- Dragon Scale Armor.
When submerged, it allowed the wearer to transform into a Flood Dragon, granting unparalleled speed in water - nearly impossible to pursue beneath the Great Immortal realm.
"So-called virtuous gentlemen, yet your actions betray all semblance of virtue. I have waited three years for this day. Where do you think you can escape now?"
From the Hidden Lord's Ancestral Field, a white Yin Banner shot forth and plunged into the sea surface.
The banner stood upright in the water, defying the waves.
"Splash!"
Dense formation glyphs, centered on the banner pole, rapidly spread across the sea surface.
This was the Cangli Tribe's most treasured artifact, the Clan Protection Formation Banner, wielded only by each generation's Clan Head.
The glyphs inscribed upon it had been etched by a powerful Holy Spiritual King Ancestor.
Seeing the formation glyphs on the water, Yao Qian's eyes narrowed.
He swung his sword in a swift arc.
Icy Qi surged from the sword radiance, scattering Scripture fragments.
The strike failed to breach the formation, leaving only a shimmering sword mark on the surface.
"Boom!"
In the next instant, Yao Qian's body collided with the array glyphs, sending him tumbling backward.
The impact created a deep crater in the seawater beneath the white glyphs, unleashing a towering wave ten meters high.
The seven talismans pursuing Yao Qian whistled through the air, striking him from seven different directions with deafening explosions, each blow driving him back further.
"Bang! Bang! Bang..."
The talismans clashed against his Water-Dragon Scale Armor, erupting in seven fiery clouds.
Yao Qian spat out a mouthful of blood.
The black scale armor, scorched crimson in places by the talisman fire, radiated intense heat.
Each of the seven talismans possessed immense power, each a priceless treasure. It was clear the Hidden Lord was sparing no expense and holding nothing back in his determination to kill Yao Qian.
Yao Qian had just shattered seven talismans, the turbulent Spiritual Qi within him yet to settle, when the air filled with dragon's roars.
The wind howled, and lightning flashed.
Two colossal Dragon Souls, drawing upon the power of thunder and lightning, coiled around him.
Li Weiyi hovered in mid-air, continuously channeling Spiritual Qi into the Purple Heaven Thunder Seal.
The ancient seal gradually glowed with an increasingly intense purple radiance, its thunderous roars shaking the air, radiating a trace of the Myriad-Inscriptions Artifact's true power.
Ordinarily, only the Spiritual Qi of a Great Immortal Realm cultivator could unlock a portion of a Myriad-Inscriptions Artifact's true power, preventing it from remaining dormant.
Below, on the sea's surface, the Hidden Lord wielded the Yin Banner in one hand and the Bronze Brush in the other, sprinting forward to close the distance.
The Bronze Brush's bristles shot forth like a white waterfall or a volley of ten thousand arrows, traversing the half-kilometer gap and enveloping Yao Qian before the Hidden Lord's physical form could reach him.
"So it was you, Li Songgu, who killed Fu Wenyan."
Yao Qian knew the Purple Heaven Thunder Seal and Bronze Brush were terrifying weapons, and even his Water-Dragon Scale Armor couldn't withstand their combined attack.
"Whoosh!"
His eyes sharpened as he unleashed the Spiritual Qi and Scripture bestowed upon him by Yang Shenjing from his Ancestral Field.
In an instant, he shattered the two Dragon Souls and unleashed a tidal wave of power toward the Hidden Lord and Li Weiyi.
The Bronze Brush's bristles scattered under the force of this Spiritual Qi, recoiling backward.
The Hidden Lord raised the Yin Banner horizontally, conjuring a circular Formation shield to block the surging tide of Spiritual Qi.
The force of the impact sent him staggering backward.
Li Weiyi frowned, forced to summon the Purple Heaven Thunder Seal to defend himself.
From the base of the Thunder Seal, dozens of bolts of purple lightning erupted, their blinding light and deafening roar colliding with the onrushing tide of Spiritual Qi. With his current combat prowess, he no longer feared a single breath of Spiritual Qi from Great Immortal Realm.
Yao Qian, having repelled the Hidden Lord and Li Weiyi, seized the opportunity to break free from the encirclement and plunged into the water with a splash.
"Damn it!"
Li Weiyi locked onto Yao Qian with his Psychic Power and dove after him into the depths.
Moments later, he caught up with Yao Qian underwater.
Li Weiyi was puzzled.
Why hadn't Yao Qian activated the power of his armor?
But Yao Qian had activated his armor.
The surrounding water had transformed into countless invisible tendrils, coiling around him and restricting his movements.
"Boom!"
"Rumble!"
The two clashed fiercely underwater, then shattered the surface, soaring into the sky.
The Hidden Lord, who had finally caught up, froze in surprise.
He had expected Yao Qian to escape again, but Li Weiyi had proven remarkably capable, intercepting him even underwater.
Without hesitation, the Hidden Lord hurled the Prefectural Governor's Official Seal toward the sky.
Yao Qian was already wounded and had completely lost his will to fight.
He desperately wanted to escape, his mind racing with suspicion and uncertainty.
He guessed that a powerful figure was hiding nearby, using Dao Techniques to block his path.
Could this person be An Xianjing?
In his weakened state, he could barely muster seventy percent of his full combat strength.
Unable to evade, he was struck by the Prefectural Governor's Official Seal.
"Boom!"
The impact pierced through his armor, slamming into his flesh.
Bones shattered, flesh tore, and a muffled groan escaped his lips as he was hurled diagonally toward the sea.
Blood seeped from the gaps between the scales of his Seventh-Grade Thousand-Inscriptions Artifact Armor.
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After Yang Qingxi and Yang Qingchan had slain the three Dao Seed Realm Martial-Mystic Cultivators who had attempted to flee, they donned invisibility cloaks and cautiously approached the sea area from which the battle's aftershocks emanated.
"I don't understand," Yang Qingchan said, "We could have just left, escaped back to the Rice Realm, and avoided him in the future. Why kill those three? If we're exposed, the higher-ups will never forgive us."
Yang Qingxi was pondering the same question.
Why?
Even the most rational person, in certain moments, acts decisively based solely on instinct.
Even if they later regret it, they would never admit they were wrong at the time.
Yang Qingchan continued, "You're really planning to present him with their heads? Yao Qian and your grandfather, Yang Yin, are over there - the outcome is far from certain. He'll never see you as an equal. Compared to Zuoqiu Hongting, Yaoyin, Wu Hongling, and the others, you, Yang Qingxi, are stained with sin, your hands dripping with blood, your talent as worthless as dust. You're deluding yourself."
Yang Qingxi strode forward, his feet skimming the water's surface.
"I don't need his approval! Does innate talent guarantee success? The Rice People rise from the mud to gaze at the azure sky. Humble origins don't mean we'll always lag behind. They may have a ten-year, twenty-year head start, but I'll chase them for a hundred years, a thousand years... This isn't just about a moment in time; it's about an enduring legacy."
"A single stalk of rice in the vast sea, a thousand towering trees in the sky. Benevolence yields grain; rice breeds wolves. This is the fate of Benevolent Rice, the choice the Rice People must make."
Yang Qingchan stared at the horizon, her eyes wide with shock.
"Is that... Yao Qian and Li Weiyi?"
Twenty li away, above the sea, snow and netherclouds surged forward, pursued by a fiery cloud and crackling lightning.
Within the snow and netherclouds, Yao Qian was clearly visible.
His Water-Dragon Scale Armor had shrunk and vanished, his body drenched in blood, his hair disheveled, utterly disheveled.
Li Weiyi stood atop the fiery cloud, wielding thunder and lightning, roaring as he relentlessly pursued.
Yang Qingxi was incredulous: "How is this possible?"
The Hidden Lord, clutching his Yin Banner, followed closely along the sea surface, continuously sealing the water with array glyphs to prevent Yao Qian from escaping back into the depths.
He was deeply shaken and speechless.
He had believed himself to be the main force in this battle, the key to victory.
Instead, he had become merely Li Weiyi's assistant.
If the Hidden Ones of the Hidden Sect were to learn of this, it would be a complete disgrace.
"Boom!"
Li Weiyi, channeling the combined power of seven Phoenix-Winged Moth Emperors, struck Yao Qian with a palm strike, sending him flying several miles to crash into the cliff face of a small island.
A large section of the cliff collapsed.
"Whoosh!"
The Yellow Dragon Sword transformed into a luminous yellow dragon, descending from the sky to pierce through the rubble and impale Yao Qian through the chest, pinning him firmly to the ground.
Two figures flashed into existence.
The Hidden Lord and Li Weiyi landed on the island, appearing beside Yao Qian.
Fearing Yao Qian might still have hidden cards, the Hidden Lord immediately thrust the Yin Banner's staff through his neck, ensuring his complete demise and eliminating any chance of further surprises.
"Sizzle!"
Blood gushed from Yao Qian's mouth, his eyes bulging with resentment as his body grew increasingly cold.
The Hidden Lord gripped the banner staff tightly, his eyes widening even more than Yao Qian's.
His heart pounded wildly, his blood still boiling unable to calm down, struggling to believe this was truly happening.
Many revered Yao Qian, believing he would become the next Yang Shenjing and catch the Second Palace Master's eye.
Such a figure, had the Lingxiao Realm not undergone its cataclysmic transformation, would have soared to unimaginable heights, his future limitless.
Now, he lay at Li Weiyi's feet, a cold corpse.
The dripping of blood echoed in the stillness, time seeming to stand still.
After a long silence, Li Weiyi finally exhaled deeply, feeling little joy, but rather a deep sense of gankai (a complex emotion encompassing sorrow, regret, and a touch of melancholy).
Yao Qian, in his final moments, must have had so much he wanted to say, yet not a single word escaped his lips.
His mind drifted back to their first encounter.
Thirty Li Snow - what a legendary name, what an awe-inspiring level of cultivation!
Now, in an instant, all had turned to dust.
His thoughts then wandered to other oddities.
Why hadn't Yao Qian used the Immortal Slaughtering Divine Snow Fourteen Swords?
Had Tang Wanzhou truly taught him the technique?
As the formation glyphs on the Yin Banner retracted, the sea breeze swept in.
"Clang!'
Li Weiyi shook off his chaotic thoughts, withdrew the sword piercing Yao Qian's chest, flicked his wrist to scatter the blood, and asked, "Where's Yang Yin?"
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END OF CHAPTER
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