novelzi Chapter 1110 - 429: The New Sage of the Ye Clan, Ye Hanjun!
Chapter 1110 - 429: The New Sage of the Ye Clan, Ye Hanjun!
The skies had changed.
Above the Ancient Thunder Pond, there should have been nothing but a vast expanse of sky lit by artificial light sources, with no concept of sunny or rainy weather.
But on that day, the wild wind stirred, and lightning, like a pack of wolves waiting for their moment, continuously scanned with greedy eyes for targets to attack.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"
Within the thunder pond, the deep purple surface of the water began to swirl, turning into a terrifying vortex that seemed to devour any living thing that dared approach.
The normally disciplined mechanical Fond Spirits frantically fled without choosing their paths, no longer daring to come within half a step of the thunder pond.
"Alert! Alert!"
"Detecting powerful energy fluctuations, a life form is breaking through its boundaries, danger! Stay away! Immediately!"
Mechanical birds, mechanical sharks, mechanical generals, mechanical battle wolves... the weakest among them was at the level of Glorious Perfection, while the average rank was that of a Supreme Saint Embryo.
Their intelligent processors calculated frantically but still could not use conventional methods to predict the source of the anomaly.
Only by taking into account the upheavals in the heavens and the earth triggered by the breakthrough of the Cross Thunder Sword from several years ago,
Could they estimate that the reason the spectacle was so magnificent and traceable was because it made sense.
"Was it the Guardian Saint Spirit advancing last time, and is it our master ascending this time?"
"This is too bizarre, isn’t it? This is the Ancient Thunder Pond we’re talking about, the environment itself has a great atmosphere!"
"Being able to suppress this place, like a True Dragon soaring into the air, is something you wouldn’t see even a few times in an epoch, right?"
Aside from the mechanical Fond Spirits, there would naturally also be humans around the Ancient Thunder Pond.
They were aware of Ye Hanjun’s existence, but their information was limited, and their understanding was like glimpsing the leopard through a tube, shallow in the extreme.
"Admit it, that the thunder dragons and thunder phoenixes transformed from the thunder pond are actually circling and dancing above his head..."
"At this moment, he seems to have become the master of this place, the thunder pond is his domain, crossing it is a step that could potentially shatter one’s body into ten thousand pieces..."
A group of people dressed in mech armor, middle-aged and elderly, stood in a row, each with a more complex expression than the next.
Having lived for ages, what kind of scene hadn’t they seen?
What’s the deal with this man? Saying that he is picturing Divine Enthronement seems to fall short of the mark.
But if it is an advancement from the 8th Rank to the 9th Rank, to have so many anomalies surrounding him would also be excessively unbelievable.
"No, it’s Sanctification! This old man smells the scent of the Holy Origin!"
"It’s said that this person is a descendant of the Ming Lamp Night Clan and is also a Sealing Emperor, very young."
"How long has it been since the Ming Lamp disappeared without a trace? And yet he has already taken this step, enough to become the Guardian of his clan?"
Some exclaimed in admiration, while others agreed:
"A dragon hidden in the depths will not reveal itself unless it is an awe-inspiring occasion."
"Although the Ye Clan’s heritage may not be as strong as our Mechanic God Mountain, with its ups and downs... there may be a time for a comeback."
"This person is definitely a core seed, carrying the ambition of rising up. I hope he isn’t acting recklessly, attempting a breakthrough by force, but rather has sufficient preparation, so his future will be smooth sailing..."
As they were speaking, the vision changed again.
Above the Ancient Thunder Pond, space seemed to have been split in two.
On one half rose a Gray Sun.
There stood a gray stone door that reached into the heavens, entrenched in the center as if it had existed since ancient times.
Around it, the stars fluctuated, and the dazzling starlight echoed each other, as if they were all chasing the source of the river of time.
There were also seven waning moons and three full moons, accompanying each other from dawn to dusk, spinning and flying.
On the other half, there were ten swirling vortices.
They were deep black and blood red, exuding terror amidst the bloody aura.
In an instant, the vortices expanded, and ten hells pressed against the universe.
Inside, thunder interweaved with raging fires, frost flowers scattered, and diamond dances... various ghastly punishments emerged one after another.
Ultimately, there were countless ranks of Ghost Soldiers and Demon Generals, marching in orderly formation, slowly traversing between the ten hells.
This was the Ancient Thunder Pond, where, for over two hundred thousand years, when have ghosts and spirits ever appeared?
The spectators all gasped, their necks as if clamped by iron tongs; the experience of near suffocation left them too horrified to speak.
"Humming, humming, humming..."
The vision was fading, but the oppressive force intensified.
The young man sitting at the edge of the thunder pond had a sacrificial altar hovering above his head, which blazed with starlight and was adorned by a bright moon.
His eyelids fluttered several times, and slowly his gray pupils opened.
At this moment, his body radiated a phosphorescent glow; his skin had a hint of orange-yellow amidst its luminescent whiteness, more translucent and lustrous than jade.
On his forehead, a miniature Gray Sun shimmered as if it had its own life force, breathing at a steady pace.
He wore a complexly styled silk white robe that was wrapped in the light of blessings.
Paired with his golden hair, he exuded an air of majesty, seeming like he was born a king of a faith, with countless followers and unrivaled power.
But what truly shook the souls of the onlookers was that this man did not have just a single aspect of sanctity; he possessed another face as well!
If one were to look at his shadow from the side or harbor ill intentions and try to capture his essence,
One would see him, his robe dragging on the ground, covered in blood red Demon marks and curses, as if returning from a hunt in Hell, with fresh blood still not wiped from his fingertips.
At his abdomen, a deep black vortex devoured all sources of light, chilling to behold.
Beneath him, flowers bloomed and bloodied corpses floated on water.
Black vines climbed and covered the ground one by one; wherever his soles stepped, that place would become a dark paradise.
"One being, two faces..."
"This person is both righteous and evil, both holy and demonic, truly unfathomable..."
The crowd trembled and retreated in unison.
Many among them were Saints themselves, standing proudly at the 9th Rank for many years, with extensive knowledge and rich experience.
Yet how could it be that upon seeing this young man, they felt as if their souls had been sucked out, their established cognition ground against the floor repeatedly?