Cultivation: When you take things to the extreme - Chapter 185
Chapter 185: Chapter 130: Thunder Rises_3
Translator: 549690339
“Hurry!”
A stern shout rang out, incantations were activated, and amidst the howling winds and torrential rain, lightning and thunder revealed a phantom figure, disheveled, with a third eye on its forehead, fully displaying an aspect of fury and awe. Astride a dark aquatic ink Kylin, one hand wielding a Ruyi scepter, the other a golden whip; even as an illusory figure, with an uncertain semblance, it possessed boundless might.
It was none other than the Taoist Thunder Ancestor—Nine Heavens’ Responsive Thunder Sound Universal Transformation Heavenly Venerable!
Upon the Thunder Ancestor’s appearance, with a lash of the golden whip, the heavens instantly roared with thunder, turning into a thunderous whip, striking heavily upon the Divine Ferry Treasure Boat.
“Roar!”
A woeful cry resounded, as the Divine Ferry Treasure Boat, crafted from the True Dragon’s Molt and situated in the void, was suddenly cleaved in two by a stroke of lightning, instantly turning from illusion to reality, breaking apart in the middle. Numerous demons spilled forth, plummeting towards the ground below.
“Damn it!”
“This Thunder Series!!!”
“How is this possible!!!”
The myriad demons were struck with terror and disbelief, Chu Gonghou and others couldn’t believe their eyes, and quickly spurred their mana, seeking to flee at once, daring not to face the formidable power head-on.
A joke, indeed—for the other side had summoned the Thunder Ancestor, and even if it was just a projection, a shadow that couldn’t even be considered an incarnation, it was not something these so-called Demon Emperors from the mundane world could contend with.
Didn’t that ancient Magical Treasure, the Divine Ferry Treasure Boat, get shattered by a single strike?
Flee, flee, flee!
The countless demons fled in panic, with Chu Gonghou and the other four Demon Emperor True Monarchs leading them.
However…
“Rumble rumble rumble!”
Amidst the fierce wind and downpour, with continuous lightning and thunder, the earth suddenly collapsed, and walls rose from all sides, climbing thousands of feet.
In an instant, a fortress touched the heavens and earth, with an endless abyss as its foundation, covered by dark Yang Yun clouds above, and lightning striking through, connecting with the copper walls and iron ramparts, surrounding the fortress in dazzling brilliance from the thunderous glow.
This was the Divine Skills of Thunder Series—Thunderbolt Hell Iron Fortress!
Thousands of feet high, connecting heaven and earth, though it was just a metaphor, this Thunderbolt Hell Iron Fortress that appeared so rapidly—its four sides spanned thousands of feet across, trapping all of the ten thousand demons led by Chu Gonghou within.
Meanwhile…
At the Guo Bei Academy, inside the canteen, Liang Xiao was queuing up and had yet to lament the sudden storm when he saw…
“Look, what is that?”
A cry of astonishment captured everyone’s attention.
Liang Xiao looked toward the source of the noise and then stood frozen in place.
He could see in the distance, beneath the Yang Yun clouds, amidst darkness, lines of Sword light Across All the Way emerged, converging into a vast stream of swords rushing into the sky, heading far away.
“That is…”
“Direction of the main courtyard!”
“Our Shushan Sword Academy’s direction?”
“That Sword light…?”
“Could it be the headmaster’s Flying Sword?”
“No, no, no, the headmaster’s Flying Sword, isn’t this radiant!”
“It’s the disciples of the Shushan Sword Academy!”
“What are they trying to do?”
Watching the resplendent stream of swords rise to the sky and vanish into the clouds, the newcomers in the canteen were hit by another wave of shock.
Elsewhere…
“Rumble rumble rumble!”
In a tavern by the street, Old Ma cautiously opened a window to observe the outside conditions.
This storm was out of the ordinary; the downpour caused every household to shut their doors, and passersby were sheltered by shops. In a moment, the streets were deserted.
Clearly, there had been rehearsals.
As a Secret Guard of the Great Chen Royal Family, his senses were sharp, and his premonitions, precise.
Something was afoot, something significant!
As for what that significant event was…
“!!”
Amidst his thoughts, Old Ma’s pupils suddenly contracted.
He saw that outside, on the streets amidst the torrential rain, the incense offered in front of the doors of various shops still burned, trailing blue smoke. Offerings of meats and fruits seemed undisturbed by the storm.
What’s going on?
Old Ma didn’t know what to make of it, but he saw shadowy figures appear one after another; next to the incense tables, troops of soldiers materialized.
Dressed in black robes and black armor, formed from paper, they radiated an icy Yin Qi, seemingly not of the living.
Underworld Soldiers!
Ghost Generals!
Troops of Underworld Soldiers and Ghost Generals settled beside the incense tables, absorbing the incense, consuming the fruits, and some even grabbed the sacrificial animals’ heads, feasting to their content.
In a blink, the incense turned to ash, the fruits withered, and even the meats turned into a pale waxy color.
“Roar roar roar!”
The group of Underworld Soldiers and Ghost Generals, now satiated, mounted their paper horses, turned into a raging Yin wind, and flowed out in torrents. The number was undetermined.
“Clatter clatter clatter!”
As the Underworld Soldiers left, the ground trembled once more, hoofbeats thundering, as a troop of fully-armed cavalry stormed out, steaming mist rising in the pouring rain, heated by the Qi Blood within their bodies, boiling hot as fire, causing the rain to evaporate.
“Brave Guards?”
“Martial Artists!”
“It’s the Brave Guards of the Heaven Martial Institute and the Martial Guardians of the Military General Institute!”
“Aside from those stationed outside for martial law, they still had a troop of battle-hardened cavalry in reserve?”
“No, rather, these are the true Brave Guards and Martial Guardians!”
“Where are they going?”
Being a black flag Secret Guard of the royal family, both a Martial Artist and a soldier, Old Ma watched his “peers” thunder past, his heart quaking, an unease he couldn’t suppress.
At the same time…
Outside the Orchid Temple, atop a solitary peak.
True Monarch Changrong gazed at the sky, feeling the boundless might of the thunder, and murmured with a sigh, “Truly, a new generation surpasses the old. Even I cannot compare!”
After speaking, he shook his head, swept his dust whisk, and sat upon a cloud, rising into the sky, “My fellow Daoists, secure the Formation, stay alert, do not give that Old Demon any opportunity to disrupt our plan to exorcise the Demon!”
“Rest assured, True Monarch!”
“We shall not fail our duty!”
In an instant, the various parties responded, their Formation firmly suppressing the creatures of the Ghost Realm.
