blenderwars Chapter 903 Devouring the Ancestral Symbol
Chapter 903 Devouring the Ancestral Symbol
On this vast and desolate ancient land, all is silent, stretching as far as the eye can see.
An ancient sect ruin, steeped in the atmosphere of countless ages, lies silently across the wilderness, its broken walls and ruins exuding a desolate and lonely atmosphere.
Suddenly, the sky above them began to writhe and twist slightly, and layers of folds appeared in the void. In the next instant, a pitch-black spatial rift suddenly tore open.
Xiao Ling and his group of four figures slowly stepped out from the crack and landed steadily in this ancient ruin.
Ying Huanhuan looked up and gazed at the vast ruins, her eyes filled with amazement.
"This site covers a vast territory, and its scale is probably no less than that of a small country. I never expected that such an ancient and supreme relic would be hidden within the territory of the Great Yan Dynasty. The foundation of this sect in the past was probably even greater than that of my Dao Sect."
After her initial amazement, she didn't forget the fundamental purpose of her trip. She frowned slightly and asked softly, "But this ruin is too vast and boundless. In this vast world, how are we supposed to search for the whereabouts of the Devouring Ancestral Symbol?"
"No need to worry."
Xiao Ling spoke calmly, his gaze piercing through layers of broken mountains and ancient forests, locking onto a towering, solitary peak in the distance.
The mountain peak was a thousand feet high, with steep cliffs, jagged rocks, and a majestic and domineering presence. The entire mountain peak was filled with an incredibly dense and pure elemental energy, layer upon layer, so thick that it almost condensed into mist, and faintly swirling with a strange and unpredictable aura of devouring.
His gaze was deep and his tone was absolutely certain: "I have clearly sensed that the Ancestral Symbol has been devoured and is lying in wait in the direction of that mountain peak."
Upon hearing this, Ling Qingzhu and Lin Qingtan both looked up in the direction Xiao Ling was gazing.
No matter how intently they searched, all they could see were the vast ancient landscape and the boundless Yuan energy; they could not detect the slightest trace of the ancestral symbol's special aura.
"Come with me."
Xiao Ling chuckled lightly, and before he finished speaking, he casually waved his hand in the air.
A vast and profound spatial power surged forth instantly, forming a gentle yet stable light shield that enveloped Ling Qingzhu, Ying Huanhuan, and Lin Qingtan. Before anyone could say anything, he led the three of them into the spatial folds, and the four figures vanished without a trace in an instant.
In the blink of an eye, the four figures solidified and reappeared.
A magnificent black altar suddenly came into view, dominating the entire field of vision.
The altar is entirely in a cold, deep black color, as if it were cast from ancient black iron, exuding a heavy and cold ancient aura. Its surface is covered with mottled patterns, full of traces of the passage of time.
On the altar stood countless ancient stone pillars, their heights and arrangement subtly mysterious, exuding an eerie yet majestic aura.
At the very center of the altar, a massive black pillar, far exceeding the other stone pillars and exceptionally majestic, stands straight up, piercing the sky, serving as the core pillar of the entire altar.
At the top of the giant pillar is an engraved ancient rune array, its patterns winding and spreading like a fine spider web, precisely connecting every stone pillar on the altar, clearly the central hub controlling the entire altar.
Ying Huanhuan, Ling Qingzhu, and Lin Qingtan all turned their gazes to the central black pillar.
At the very center of the talisman array, a swirling black ball of light floated silently, its mist flowing and exuding an endless aura of mystery. Within the ball of light, countless dark, silk-like veins were densely intertwined and faintly pulsating.
The three of them stared intently and could vaguely discern that deep within the black light cluster, an ancient rune, resembling a miniature black hole, lay dormant.
The rune's aura of devouring all things was contained, yet it carried an overwhelming pressure that looked down upon the world, like a primordial dragon that had been sleeping for countless ages, waiting to awaken and stir up the winds and clouds of the world.
"This is the Devouring Ancestral Symbol!"
Gazing at the ancient rune that lay dormant deep within the black light, resembling a primordial black hole, Ying Huanhuan's eyes instantly lit up with excitement, and her voice trembled slightly.
Ling Qingzhu, standing to the side, frowned slightly, a rare hint of doubt appearing on her usually aloof face. Her gaze was fixed on the ancestral symbol, as if she were trying to uncover the mysteries hidden within it.
Lin Qingtan opened her bright eyes, full of curiosity. Before coming here, Ying Huanhuan and Ling Qingzhu had already told her in detail about the heaven-defying and precious nature of the Devouring Ancestral Symbol. However, hearing is believing. Even after seeing such a divine object of heaven and earth with her own eyes, she still did not have a clear concept of it. She only felt that the aura around her was firmly attracted.
Xiao Ling took two steps forward slowly, his expression calm and composed. He slowly raised his right hand and reached out towards the ball of black light.
Just as his fingertips were about to touch the ball of light, the black ball of light, which had been silent and seemingly lifeless, suddenly stirred.
A faint yet immensely powerful dark halo slowly spread out from the center of the light cluster, causing the surrounding air to distort wherever it passed.
The countless black veins that were densely packed within the ball of light began to writhe wildly at this moment, moving around rapidly like living things, and then all of them shot out toward the surface of the ball of light.
In the blink of an eye, these veins condensed and took shape on the ball of light, transforming into a blurry phantom the size of a human head, which quietly floated in the center of the rune array.
"Those who do not gain recognition are ineligible for the Ancestral Symbol!"
A hollow, hoarse voice, carrying the weight of ancient times, suddenly and slowly emanated from the phantom's mouth, devoid of any emotion, as if it came from the primordial wilderness, resounding throughout the entire altar space.
As soon as he finished speaking, the illusory figure slowly raised its illusory finger and lightly pointed it at Xiao Ling.
"Bang! Bang!"
As the finger was pointed out into the air, an indescribable and mysterious power instantly surged forth from the tip of the illusory finger.
In an instant, the surrounding space lost all color, turning into a deathly gray. The originally powerful and surging Yuan energy in the air seemed to have been stripped of all vitality, becoming stagnant and cold. Even the space itself trembled slightly at this moment, exuding a heart-palpitating oppressive atmosphere.
"This is the power of death. It is just a phantom, yet it possesses the strength of the Death Profound Realm."
With Ying Huanhuan's current level of knowledge, seeing the illusory figure make a move, she immediately raised an eyebrow, showing some interest.
Even in her own Dao Sect, a Death Profound Realm expert could hold a powerful elder position, wielding authority over a region. Yet this phantom, born from the Devouring Ancestral Symbol, possessed such cultivation despite being merely a remnant. Just how powerful was the original owner of that Ancestral Symbol in life? It likely had already reached the legendary Reincarnation Realm. Lin Qingtan subconsciously clenched her small hands, her fingertips turning slightly white. After two days of careful instruction, she had gained a clear understanding of cultivation realms. The Death Profound Realm was a top-tier figure she had previously only dared to look up to, never daring to even dream of. Could Mr. Xiao Ling truly handle such a terrifying attack with ease?
Faced with the mysterious attack that was carrying the power of death and suppressed, Xiao Ling's expression remained calm and composed. He simply raised his eyes slightly and glanced indifferently at the illusory figure.
He did not unleash any powerful fighting techniques, nor did he exude any aura. He simply raised his palm slightly and flicked his fingertips, and a wisp of seemingly ordinary yet supremely powerful chaotic energy quietly condensed at his fingertips.
Without any earth-shattering momentum or dazzling brilliance, he simply flicked his wrist lightly in mid-air towards the illusory figure.
This sweeping motion, so light and casual, was as easy as brushing away dust.
However, the deathly power gushing from the illusory fingertip melted and disintegrated instantly upon contact with this wisp of Yuan energy, like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun, without even the slightest power to resist.
Immediately afterwards, that gentle yet irresistible force spread rapidly along the veins of the illusory figure, enveloping the entire figure in an instant.
The black light surrounding the phantom flickered violently, but it no longer possessed any offensive power. Finally, under the pull of an invisible force, it slowly dissipated, turning into countless tiny, shimmering specks of light that floated gently above the altar before scattering with the wind. The scene was so beautiful it was almost unreal, and the oppressive sense of deathly silence from before vanished with it.
Seeing that Xiao Ling had effortlessly annihilated the attack of the illusory figure, both Ling Qingzhu and Ying Huanhuan remained calm and showed no surprise whatsoever.
They were already well aware of Xiao Ling's true strength and capabilities, so this situation was nothing more than a piece of cake for him, and naturally nothing unusual.
Only Lin Qingtan felt a slight tremor in her heart, and a genuine shock appeared in her clear eyes.
Although she knew that Mr. Xiao Ling was incredibly powerful, every time she saw him with her own eyes, her understanding of his strength was constantly being refreshed. His already profound image was elevated even further at this moment.
The little one pursed his lips, his heart surging with amazement, but he didn't dwell on it any longer. His clear eyes were filled with admiration and wonder as he took small steps forward and spoke in a soft, sincere voice.
"Brother Xiao Ling, you're amazing! You deflected such a powerful attack with ease!"
Hearing the little girl's admiring praise, Xiao Ling simply smiled gently at her, his expression remaining calm and composed, as if defusing the attack of the Death Profound Realm phantom was nothing more than a trivial matter.
Just as Xiao Ling completely annihilated the illusory figure, the black light cluster suspended in the center of the rune array suddenly began to dissolve layer by layer.
The dense black light, like ice and snow warming up, slowly dissipated layer by layer without any ripples, yet it carried a sense of predetermined destiny.
As the ball of light completely dissipated, the ancient runes hidden deep within, resembling miniature black holes, were finally exposed to the four people without any further concealment.
The ancient runes floated silently before Xiao Ling, not large in size, only about the size of a human head. They had no fixed shape or pattern; the runes around them were constantly writhing and changing, revealing the profound and unfathomable Dao of Heaven and Earth.
No matter how the runes change and transform, their core form remains like a slowly rotating black hole. The restrained yet domineering devouring power seeps out from the runes, causing subtle distortions and fluctuations in the surrounding space, as if even the primordial energy of heaven and earth is about to be swallowed up by it.
This is not a rune at all; it is clearly a supreme divine rune formed from the power of an endless black hole and born between heaven and earth!
"Tsk tsk, is this the legendary Devouring Ancestral Symbol? It is truly mysterious and wondrous. The creation of heaven and earth is indeed miraculous. Moreover, its devouring properties are somewhat similar to those of the Void Devouring Flame."
Xiao Ling turned around, carefully examining the divine artifact before him. A hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes, but his expression remained calm.
Ling Qingzhu walked forward slowly, her cold gaze falling on the Devouring Ancestral Symbol, and asked softly, "Xiao Ling, what should we do next? Should we just take it away?"
"Take it away? No need for that. I can just subdue it."
Xiao Ling gently shook her head.
Gaining the approval of the eight ancestral symbols is not something that can be achieved simply by having overwhelming strength; it also requires a heart dedicated to protecting the world. He was not entirely confident that he could gain the approval of this Devouring Ancestral Symbol, so there was no need for him to go through all this trouble to forcibly take it away.
However, he was not worried about this at all. The spirit of the ancestral stone had already paved the way for him and prepared a foolproof plan. The natal talisman that was still dormant in his divine palace was a trump card specially prepared for him to subdue the eight ancestral talismans of the Tianxuan Continent in the future.
As soon as Xiao Ling finished speaking, a thought flickered in his mind, and his vast and powerful spiritual energy was suddenly activated.
Between his brows, a simple and profound black spiritual seal slowly emerged, hovering in mid-air.
As soon as the spirit seal appeared, a devouring power slowly rose around it, gradually rotating and dissolving.
A powerful suction force emanated continuously from within the spirit seal, drawing in all the spiritual energy within a ten-foot radius around it. Like rivers flowing into the sea, the energy surged wildly into the spirit seal, circulating and swirling around it.
This familiar and pure power of devouring spread out, and the Devouring Ancestral Symbol floating not far away suddenly trembled, as if it had sensed a destiny resonance in the darkness.
The ancestral symbol, which had been lying dormant, began to operate on its own. The vast devouring power surged and spread out from the surface of the runes, which were as black as a black hole.
The two devouring forces, originating from the very source of the Great Dao, faced each other from afar. Instead of clashing or repelling each other, they merged like flowing water, harmonized like yin and yang, and gently intertwined and entwined, forming a dark and mysterious mist of light above the black altar. They complemented each other and became one.
Under Xiao Ling's gentle yet precise mental guidance, the Devouring Ancestral Symbol trembled slightly, slowly shifting its body and uncontrollably approaching the spirit seal that was suspended in mid-air.
When the two were within arm's reach, a sudden change occurred.
Upon closer inspection, one can discover that Xiao Ling's natal spirit seal is not in its complete form. There are gaps along its outline, as if it was born with a unique, fitting space reserved for the ancestral symbol.
If the Devouring Ancestral Symbol is likened to a unique and peerless divine sword, then Xiao Ling's natal spirit seal is the destiny scabbard tailor-made for it.
The next moment, the Devouring Ancestral Symbol, flowing with the divine light of a black hole, steadily embedded itself into the spiritual seal, guided by the unseen forces.
There was no violent fusion or collision, no unleashing of raging power, only a perfect fit created by nature.
The ancestral symbol, like a precious treasure returning to its rightful place, perfectly filled all the gaps in the spiritual seal. The two were closely fitted together, their patterns interlocked, and their Daoist essence flowed and interacted.
Dark runes and azure spirit seals intertwined and swirled, layers of light flowing and rising. A more vast and profound power of devouring the Great Dao slowly awakened, spreading outwards from the point where the two merged. The entire ancient altar trembled gently at this moment. (End of Chapter)