radicalducati Chapter 90: A single herb can slay the sun, moon, and stars.
Chapter 90: A single herb can slay the sun, moon, and stars.
Chapter 90 A single blade of grass can cleave the sun, moon, and stars.
With a crack, the earth shook violently.
It was as if a major earthquake had struck the Butian Pavilion, startling everyone.
"boom--!!"
One sacred mountain sank into a black abyss. This was not an isolated case; seven or eight more followed suit, a truly horrifying sight.
"What happened?" Everyone was shocked.
An anomaly occurred at the Heaven-Mending Pavilion; the earth suddenly cracked open with one large black fissure after another, spreading in all directions, a truly terrifying sight.
The sinking of several sacred mountains is related to this; it happened suddenly and was quite frightening.
"What's going on?" The elders of the Butian Pavilion were shocked and all stood up. The several patriarchs who were in seclusion were also startled and came out of their caves one after another.
Shi Hao jumped up and looked towards the source of the great crack. He had a bad feeling, because that direction was the habitat of the Sacrificial Spirit Vine.
"Could it be that the old man who performed the ritual is about to pass away?" A sense of foreboding arose in his heart.
The entire Heaven-Mending Pavilion was shattered, and several sacred mountains plunged into the abyss, causing chaos in an instant. People were filled with fear and unease, wondering what kind of shocking event had occurred.
Shi Hao clenched his fists, then leaped up quickly, revealing a pair of golden divine wings on his back. This was the result of his cultivation over this period of time, demonstrating his high level of mastery over the Peng Technique. In the distance, one could even vaguely see a large fish about to ascend to heaven.
He figured out a tiny fraction of the Kunpeng Technique through his own exploration; such talent was destined to be extraordinary.
His entire body was surrounded by golden light. Although he did not soar into the sky, his feet almost lifted off the ground. Each time he touched the ground with his toes, he could fly a long distance. His wings made a sound like thunder and lightning as he quickly rushed towards the dwelling place of the sacrificial spirit.
Along the way, he saw some ancient palaces collapsed, with broken walls and rubble everywhere, and even the magic arrays had not protected those palaces.
"Old man offering sacrifices!"
Soon, he entered the forbidden area and was dumbfounded, hardly believing his eyes. There were no old vines, but a giant tree that blocked out the sky and emitted a hazy, chaotic aura, a truly astonishing sight.
The gourd vine grew many times larger, its roots and stems forming a tree that soared into the sky. Its leaves were enormous, rustling and shimmering with light, spewing forth chaotic clouds and mist—a truly wondrous sight.
A forked vine, like a gleaming spear, pierced through a massive humanoid creature. It had wings on its back, dragon horns on its forehead, and a vertical eye between its brows. It was still fighting, but unfortunately, it was no match for the old vine and was suppressed and killed.
After the old vine refined it, its roots glowed, closing the cracked earth, causing the fallen sacred mountain to rise again, and even restoring the collapsed palace to its original state, like a miracle.
Then, the old vine slowly shrank and returned to its original size.
"You're going to die." Suddenly, a clear voice came from another direction.
Shi Hao was both surprised and delighted. The voice was so familiar, it had a sense of intimacy, but it was also different from the voice in his memory, as if it was more melodious.
"Yes, I am going to die. It won't be long before I pass away and my soul returns to the earth," the old vine whispered, speaking to the person who had spoken, and also to the higher-ups of the Heaven-Mending Pavilion.
The Pavilion Master and several elders had arrived, but they hadn't noticed that there was another person there at first, and were immediately startled.
But then he thought that since the spirit hadn't made a move or offered any warning, it was probably not an enemy, so he stood silently to the side.
Their faces showed both sorrow and helplessness. If the sacrificial spirit were to perish, could the Heaven-Mending Pavilion still exist?
"And you, what brings you here? I can sense an aura of supreme power emanating from you that makes me tremble, emanating from an ancient sacrificial spirit," the old vine asked again.
"We are friends, not enemies," the man replied.
"That's good then." There was an indescribable weariness in the old vine's voice. At this moment, it seemed as if he had breathed a sigh of relief, shaking a green gourd on his body, which was surrounded by chaotic mist and was extremely extraordinary.
"I know what you're thinking: to exchange this divine seed for a glimmer of hope for the Heaven-Mending Pavilion. But that one is unlikely to intervene; His gaze is fixed on the heavens above, not on the mortal realm."
The old vine sighed deeply and remained silent. It had long since come to terms with the situation, but it was unwilling to see the Heaven-Mending Pavilion vanish into thin air.
The Pavilion Master and several elders were overcome with grief, tears streaming down their faces.
The sacrificial spirits have protected them since ancient times, and have shown them endless gratitude. In the end, they even have to exchange divine seeds for a chance to live. Who could remain unmoved?
"If that person won't make a move, I can." The person smiled, and the light surrounding them gradually dissipated, revealing their true face—a beautiful young woman.
Shi Zhao's gaze passed over the old vine and he winked at the silly-looking Xiao Shi opposite him.
"elder sister!"
Shi Hao snapped out of his daze and, too lazy to think about why his sister had suddenly appeared there, leaped over in a flash.
As a result, Shi Zhao turned slightly to the side, causing Xiao Shi to brush past her and rush into the ruins next door. After getting up, he looked at her with a very resentful gaze.
"Sister, you've changed. You weren't like this before!" Shi Hao said with a sorrowful expression.
"I just changed into my new clothes, don't get them dirty." Shi Zhao said with a hint of helplessness, then added, "You're such a grown-up, why are you still so clumsy?"
She waved her hand, made a hand seal, and cleaned the dust off Xiao Shi's body.
The old spirit vine and the high-ranking members of the Heaven-Mending Pavilion watched the siblings interact quietly, especially the latter, whose eyes lit up.
But they were also very puzzled and confused. According to the spirit, there was a transcendent being standing behind the girl, who was likely a true god.
If the girl and the brat are siblings, and she looks young, only about sixteen years old, then what does she mean by taking action?
It's impossible that she could have relied on herself alone, right?
The enemy is a supreme expert far surpassing the realm of kings and nobles, known as a Venerable. How could a young girl possibly contend with such an opponent? It would be good enough if she weren't frightened by the pressure.
Shi Zhao smiled, not annoyed, after all, his age was too deceptive.
She released Aman, Qingfeng, Shiliu, and Biling from her Qiankun bag, then rubbed Xiaoshi's head and said, "You all stay here and catch up. I'll be right back."
The next moment, a sword light rose from the ground and shot straight into the sky.
The high-ranking members of the Heaven-Mending Pavilion were all shocked. The girl had not shown any aura before, but now she suddenly soared into the sky, which really shocked them.
This one move alone has already proven that they misjudged the situation.
Thousands of miles away, a ferocious bird blotted out the sky. Its enormous size was unknown, and it was impossible to tell how many thousands of miles long it was. Black mist surged around it, and its eyes, as large as lakes, were reflected in the black sky like two blood moons.
"The divine seed will be mine sooner or later... Ugh!" The Devouring Sparrow suddenly let out a miserable cry. The protective aura on its body instantly went out, and it was cut down like rotten wood.
"Clang!"
At this moment, the clanging of swords finally arrived, resounding throughout the heavens and earth.
The sword energy soared into the sky, its dazzling light surging for 30,000 miles, shattering the vast heavens and even cutting down meteorites from beyond the realm.
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