great-warnovel Chapter 139 Tearing Apart a Cross-Dimensional Divine Soul, the Dried Corpse at the Bottom of the Dra
Chapter 139 Tearing Apart a Cross-Dimensional Divine Soul, the Dried Corpse at the Bottom of the Dra
The old man's laughter abruptly stopped.
He abruptly raised his head, his murky, pure red pupils fixed on Lu Yuan. The boiling blood around him seemed to sense its master's emotions, churning even more violently.
"You actually know about the Sirius Star Region? And the Blood River Sect?"
The old man's withered chest heaved violently a few times, his voice revealing an undisguised astonishment.
Earth, a wasteland depleted of spiritual energy, couldn't even support a proper Foundation Establishment cultivator. In his eyes, the native Divine Realm warriors were nothing more than slightly stronger monkeys. How could this young man, who didn't even have a fluctuation of true energy, possibly see through his disguise so easily?
"Judging by your poor appearance, you're probably just a lowly servant in the Blood River Sect who couldn't even get into the inner sect. You were thrown into this godforsaken place by the sect as cannon fodder to scout ahead, barely surviving by draining the planet's meager ley lines."
Lu Yuan put one hand in his pocket, his tone full of mockery.
"That broken teleportation array, you've been trying to fix it for three hundred years and still haven't succeeded. If I were you, I would have already smashed my head against a rock and killed myself."
"presumptuous!"
The old man with the dried corpse was completely enraged.
The transparent tube inserted into his carotid artery suddenly contracted, forcibly drawing a thick stream of blood into his body. His originally emaciated body swelled up in the blink of an eye, his withered muscles bulging like writhing dragons.
"A native is still a native! Even if I'm on my last breath, killing you will be as easy as slaughtering a dog!"
The old man's withered fingers suddenly lashed forward.
The boiling blood in the blood pool exploded, transforming into a giant, five-meter-long, blood-red bone claw that, accompanied by a nauseating stench, directly grabbed at Lu Yuan's crown.
This attack barely touched the threshold of the mid-Foundation Establishment stage. On Earth, a land where the laws are sealed, it was absolutely a destructive force akin to a dimensional reduction attack.
"Slaughtering dogs?"
Lu Yuan stood still, without even making a move to dodge.
He simply raised his right hand slowly.
There were no hand seals, and no mobilization of true energy.
Even if the physical body of a Great Ascension Immortal Venerable is suppressed by the Heavenly Dao Life Stealing Curse, it is by no means something that such trashy magic can shake.
Lu Yuan raised his hand and casually slapped the blood-red bone claw that was rushing towards him.
Snapped!
A crisp popping sound.
The blood-red bone claw, imbued with the old man's century-long cultivation, disintegrated into a cloud of blood mist the moment it touched Lu Yuan's palm, like a sandcastle being struck head-on by an iron hammer.
The violent recoil force surged back along with the blood energy.
The mummified old man didn't even have time to sever the connection; it was as if he had been hit head-on by a speeding heavy truck.
boom!
His emaciated body flew backward, crashing heavily into the stone wall behind him. The hard rock was smashed into a large, human-shaped crater, and rubble rained down.
"puff--"
The old man, now a dried corpse, coughed up a mouthful of black blood. His sternum collapsed completely, and the three rusty silver needles he used to keep him alive were forcibly knocked away.
He collapsed onto the pile of rubble, and an unconcealable fear finally surfaced in his blood-red eyes.
"You... what kind of monster are you! This power is definitely not something an Earth martial artist could possess!"
His prized trump card was shattered by the opponent like a fly being swatted!
Lu Yuan trudged through the blood-soaked ground, walking step by step toward him.
"That's it? Weren't you going to use me as food to repair the teleportation array?"
The old man with the dried corpse stared intently at Lu Yuan's approaching footsteps, his instinct for survival completely overriding his reason.
He knew he had kicked an unimaginable iron plate today. If he didn't use his last trump card, his very soul would be crushed by his opponent.
"You forced me to do this!"
The old man with the dried corpse suddenly bit off half of his tongue, spitting a mouthful of his heart's blood onto the broken jade pendant on his chest.
That was a communication token from the Blood River Sect of the Sirius Star Region.
"Seventh Elder, save me! The coordinates have been locked; there are top-tier bodies here available for possession!"
The jade pendant absorbed the essence blood and instantly burst forth with a dazzling red light.
Immediately afterwards, the runes of the broken teleportation array that had been floating above the blood pool began to twist wildly. The originally solid spatial barrier was forcibly torn open with a black crack by an extremely domineering force.
A terrifying pressure, far exceeding that of the old man with the dried corpse by a hundred times and enough to make all the divine realm martial artists on Earth kneel on the spot, poured out from the crack.
The cave walls began to crack extensively, and one-third of the water in the blood pool evaporated.
"Useless. Can't even handle a single native, and you're wasting my interdimensional divine sense."
A grand, cold voice, seemingly devoid of human emotion, exploded directly in the air of the cave.
From within the spatial rift, a massive hand, formed from pure, dark red spiritual energy, slowly emerged. The moment the hand moved, the surrounding space creaked and cracked under its strain.
A cross-realm split spirit at the peak of the Golden Core stage!
The old man, now a mummified corpse, lay on the ground, ignoring his broken sternum, and frantically kowtowed.
"Elder, please forgive me! This lad has a strange physical body. Please, Elder, suppress him and uncover his secrets!"
The voice from the crack snorted coldly, and the large hand of spiritual energy slowly turned towards Lu Yuan.
"Indigenous person, to die at the hands of my wisp of spirit is a blessing you've earned over ten lifetimes..."
"It's so noisy."
Lu Yuan impatiently interrupted the loud voice.
His gaze turned cold as he looked at the large hand trying to squeeze out of the crack.
In the cultivation world, even a Nascent Soul stage expert would respectfully kowtow and address Lu Yuan as "Immortal Venerable" upon seeing him. How dare a mere Golden Core stage ant-like Nascent Soul cultivator call himself "this one" before him?
Lu Yuan stomped his right foot hard on the ground.
He was launched into the air like a cannonball, instantly appearing directly in front of the spatial rift in mid-air.
He completely ignored the large spiritual hand that was slapping at him, and instead stretched out both hands, gripping the edge of the spatial rift tightly on either side.
"Since you're so eager to come, I'll lend you a hand."
Lu Yuan's arm muscles tensed instantly, and the cuffs of his white shirt ripped into shreds. The pure physical power of a Mahayana stage cultivator erupted without reservation at this moment.
Sizzle—!
Before the old man with the dried corpse's ghost-like gaze, the spatial rift that was originally only two meters long was forcibly torn open to both sides by Lu Yuan!
"You dare!"
The Seventh Elder on the other side of the crack finally realized something was wrong. The terrifying power emanating from the edge of the crack was something that a Golden Core cultivator could not withstand.
He tried to regain his composure, but it was too late.
Lu Yuan's right hand suddenly plunged into the crack and grabbed the core of the spiritual energy hand.
"Go back."
Lu Yuan clenched his five fingers.
boom!
The giant hand, formed from the divine sense of a peak Golden Core cultivator, was directly crushed by Lu Yuan into a burst of red light.
A bloodcurdling scream came from the other side of the crack, clearly indicating that the main body had also been severely injured.
Lu Yuan released his grip, allowing the spatial rift to close rapidly under the repair of the laws of heaven and earth.
He landed back on the ground and walked up to the old man, who was so frightened that he was incoherent.
"Now, no one can save you."
Lu Yuan grabbed the old man with the dried corpse by the neck and lifted him into the air like a chicken.
The immense divine consciousness pierced the old man's sea of consciousness like a sharp knife, conducting the most violent soul search.
Countless fragments of chaotic memories flooded into Lu Yuan's mind.
Tortoise shells, demon skeletons beneath the Antarctic glacier, the Blood River Sect's invasion plan...
Two seconds later, Lu Yuan withdrew his divine sense.
Click.
The old man's cervical vertebrae were snapped cleanly. Lu Yuan casually tossed the shriveled corpse into the boiling pool of blood. The blood churned a few times, instantly engulfing the body until not even bone fragments remained.
Lu Yuan did not look at the blood pool again.
His attention was completely focused on the deepest part of the cave, beneath the huge stone platform covered by the pool of blood.
That place is the true Dragon Transformation Pool beneath the main peak of Kunlun Mountain. The largest ley line in western China is locked tightly beneath it.
Lu Yuan took a deep breath.
The black chain deep within his consciousness, tightly bound to his soul, tightened slightly again after forcibly tearing through space.
"Since you're here, I'll borrow your earth vein for a bit."
Lu Yuan walked to the center of the stone platform and slowly closed his eyes.