Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 198: Shen Gongbao’s Treasure

Chapter 198: Chapter 198: Shen Gongbao’s Treasure

It turns out that, once Lu Ya made a move, everyone else followed, among them Daoist Bei Ming reacted the swiftest, with one foot already stepping into the river and casting his own reflection in the water.

However, all the cultivators present originally subconsciously believed that the moment the shadow appeared, it would pounce towards its owner. But now upon further observation, this shadow seemed to possess its own consciousness!

"Indeed, all sorts of strange things can happen. My fellow cultivators, if we continue to slaughter each other at this time, I fear we all may perish here."

Perfected Huang Shi picked up a pebble from the ground, flicked his wrist, and the stone shot towards the face of the shadow in the water like a bullet.

But just when it was about to hit, the ’Bei Ming True Monarch’ in the water merged back into the river and vanished without a trace.

"Such a masterful Water Style."

Young Master Kong Xu spoke with a cold voice: "Daoist Lu Ya, since your arrival, your target has been directly on that coffin, paying no heed even to the Ten Thousand Spirit Fruit. You knew something in advance, didn’t you? At this time, do you still intend to keep the secret to yourself?"

Faced with the pressing words of Young Master Kong Xu, Lu Ya simply smiled. He extended a finger towards the water’s surface, speaking, "Isn’t it obvious that the most mysterious and precious thing here is this coffin, not the fruits above us? Although the Ten Thousand Spirit Fruit is precious, at my level, it merely adds to the icing on the cake, of little significance. However, the contents of this coffin, regardless of their worth, must certainly be hiding a grand secret of the Cultivation World. Don’t you all want to know?"

Everyone hesitated, no one spoke, and at this time, Daoist Bei Ming also withdrew the foot that had stepped into the water, saying, "Since it’s a secret, I presume Daoist Lu doesn’t intend to share with us. You gathered us together under the pretext of saving Nezha and brought us here with the Seven Fragrant Cars, but once here, you could easily have come alone without us, couldn’t you?"

It was clear to everyone that Lu Ya was using them, and correspondingly, they were using Lu Ya.

"I withdraw."

The one who spoke these words came from Fire Cloud Cave, named Xie Yun, also of the Golden Immortal Realm, known as Ling Huo Perfected due to his expertise in concocting elixirs and controlling flames.

Assessing the current situation, aware that he couldn’t snatch the Ten Thousand Spirit Fruit and observing the eerie wooden coffin ahead, he dropped three words and walked upstream along the river, searching for the source of the Ten Thousand Yellow Springs.

Without mana, he was unable to take the spring’s source with him; he only hoped to strengthen his Primordial Spirit and advance his cultivation with it. He wouldn’t contest with others, and besides, one less person here was a good thing for the rest. He thought nobody would stop him.

But having taken only a step, a fierce blaze erupted under his feet.

"You!"

Ling Huo Perfected Xie Yun was also proficient in the Fire Control Technique, and with a slight sensing, he knew where this fire came from.

He turned his head to look at Lu Ya, grinding his teeth and saying, "I have no intention of being an enemy to the elder, why would you harm me!"

Lu Ya sneered, "No intention to be my enemy? Aren’t you leaving now just to wait for our fellow Daoists to fight to mutual destruction later, so you can benefit from their loss? Better to exterminate you first rather than being taken advantage of by you later!"

The others didn’t care about Xie Yun’s life or death; they just looked at the flame in Lu Ya’s hand.

With cultivation restricted in this area, they were left with only physical bodies, and without strong bodies, they were no different from ordinary people.

But how could ordinary people control flames?

Especially such powerful flames!

What they didn’t know was that Lu Ya was a treasure of fire within, a spirit from the ground, a spirit of Three Samadhi; with three fires swirling about in one place, much like the Innate Spiritual Treasure, the Cutting Immortal Flying Knife, he was also born to wield fire.

Alas, for Ling Huo Perfected, also an expert in using fire, yet with a scream, he was turned into ash by a divine flame.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

With one’s own misfortune, others grieve, at this time, a member of the team named Li Zhaoran also started to question.

Lu Ya laughed and said, "Daoist Li need not worry. We will need to work together in what comes next. They’re here."

At these words of ’they’re here’, everyone just saw the river waves stir again.

It was actually three people, dressed in the magnificent long robes of ancient times, breaking through the river’s bed, climbing out from the soil.

Looking at their eyes, they appeared to be bright and spirited, but their cheeks were sunken, their bodies seeming devoid of any flesh and blood, and not a hint of vitality on them.

Yet, in the hearts of the onlookers, there was even more astonishment, for they knew, in this place, life is death, and death is life.

"Daoist Nan Feng?"

Perfected Huang Shi exclaimed in surprise; he recognized one of them as his close and dear friend who eight thousand years ago had achieved the Taiyi Golden Immortal Realm and then suddenly disappeared.

"It’s that senior Nan Feng!"

"Is he our sect’s ancestral master? He looks exactly like the portrait!"

"Who would have thought we would find him here!"

"Ancestral master!" The daoist from the same sect as daoist Nan Feng showed excitement and instinctively took two steps forward, but as soon as he moved, a divine light flew towards him, turning him into a mist of blood!

The one who made the move was none other than Nan Feng himself!

"What a pity for Daoist Ji Ran. The present Nan Feng, like those two daoists beside him, has become a zombie," Perfected Huang Shi sighed.

At the same time, Li Zhaoran beside him shivered with fear and said, "But isn’t the use of cultivation forbidden here? How can he use his mana?"

"Alas." Perfected Huang Shi sighed, "It’s not that they can use mana, but something hidden behind the scenes controlling them can use mana here. It’s just unknown whether we will end up like them if we were to meet our demise in this place."

He stretched his hand and pointed at the three of them, signaling everyone to use their spiritual senses to see. They saw a black line connecting the top of the three people’s heads at the Mud Ball Palace, and the other end was connected to the back of the Ten Thousand Spirit Treasure Tree.

There, a pitch-black shadow stood, covering its mouth and laughing at them.

"What... what is that thing?"

Qing Yun, who stood behind Xiao Qi Perfected, asked.

Lu Ya laughed and said, "I don’t know, but Shen Gongbao, if you don’t take action now, we really will perish here together!"

Almost in an instant, the three people in the river and Lu Ya took action together. Lu Ya formed a spell with his hand, and a nameless fire began to burn on the bodies of the three.

But these three were zombies refined thousands of years ago, powerful in life, and after death, they were manipulated by the mysterious entity within this forbidden land. The divine light on their bodies warded off the flames, and they burst out of the river, charging towards the shore to kill.

The cultivators on the shore were also of high realms, and no one understood better than they did how terrifying a Taiyi Golden Immortal who could use mana was.

No matter how peerless your physical body, you would still be crushed to dust by the terrifying Daoist Power!

Perfected Huang Shi called out as he retreated, "Don’t worry about who that shadow is for now, deal with these three zombies first. Everyone, bring out your means, now is not the time to hold back!"

As soon as his words fell, his old friend Nan Feng came after him.

The wind howled drearily across the sky, wild dogs howled at the moon in the distance, and the robes in front of him rustled.

Nan Feng pointed a finger at the sky, and the sky immediately darkened.

He pointed another finger at the ground, and Perfected Huang Shi felt as though he was gripped by a giant hand, unable to move an inch.

Although the scenery around him hadn’t changed at all, he felt as if heaven and earth were squeezing him from all sides, threatening to crush him into a pulp.

Lu Ya shouted again, "Shen Gongbao!"

Shen Gongbao beside him was also startled; Lu Ya kept calling his name, obviously knowing something in advance.

But since obtaining his treasure, he had never spoken of it to anyone. How did Lu Ya find out?

He had intended to delay, wanting to produce the treasure as late as possible, but unfortunately, Lu Ya had led one of the attackers toward him.

Ever since encountering Lu Ya, the situation had been under Lu Ya’s control. Shen Gongbao gritted his teeth in hatred, but he was helpless.

He shouted, "Do not panic, fellow daoists! Shen Gongbao is here, protect me while I set up the formation!"

Shen Gongbao flipped his hand and took out eighteen flags from thin air. These flags shot out from his hand, growing as they caught the wind, from no taller than three inches when thrown to a height of eighteen zhang as they landed.

Eighteen yellow flags fluttered in the wind, stabilizing the four quarters of heaven and earth and resonating with each other to form a formation.

Everyone felt the chaotic and violent Primordial Qi around them rapidly stabilize, and among those strange and vast Heaven and Earth Laws, things that they were familiar with began to appear.

"Damn Shen Gongbao, having such a treasure, why didn’t you use it sooner!"

Li Zhaoran cursed profusely but knew the treasure was being used at the right moment.

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