"A sword slave?" A cold laugh came from Xiao Wenbing's mouth, an ethereal voice that seemed not to be human.
He gently raised a finger and touched the giant sword less than a foot above his head.
A voice filled with resentment and disbelief emanated from the Iron Man's mouth, and its massive body seemed to have been struck mercilessly, cracking open in an instant.
Countless cracks began to spread from the iron man's body, gradually transforming into specks of golden light that permeated the space.
Xiao Wensheng flicked his wrist, and the greatsword spun in mid-air, flipping over. He stared at the rich golden stripes on the blade for a long time before finally shouting, "Sheath..."
As if receiving a command, all the gold flowed into the greatsword in a honeycomb-like rush. When the last wisp of gold disappeared, the light emanating from the greatsword dimmed. Holding it in my hand, aside from its excessive size, I couldn't discern anything particularly unusual about it.
Examining the broad blade closely, one can vaguely discern a strange pattern on it.
The patterns are complex and varied, with interlocking rings. They seem to be a set of meaningless decorative carvings, or perhaps a magical array containing endless profound principles of nature.
The mysterious look in Xiao Wenbing's eyes gradually faded, and he closed his eyes tightly.
After a long while, he opened his eyes again, but the detached look in his eyes had completely faded, as if he had returned to the Xiao Wenbing he used to be after surviving this crisis.
However, at this moment, he looked as if he had just gone through a life-or-death battle, and appeared extremely exhausted.
Slowly stroking the strange floral fabric that seemed both familiar and unfamiliar, a helpless bitter smile appeared on his face: "The language of God?"
With a flick of his wrist, he casually tossed the greatsword engraved with divine language into the Heavenly Void Ring.
If an uninformed person saw the reluctant expression on his face, they might think that what he was discarding was a trivial piece of trash, rather than a priceless treasure that could shake the entire cultivation world.
He dragged his weary steps forward, unaware of what awaited him ahead.
Behind him, a cloud of mist slowly took shape, swirling and churning in the air, gradually coalescing into a thin, strange monster: "The language of the gods... How can there be someone in this realm who understands the language of the gods? Did I sense something wrong just now? This guy's cultivation level is inconceivably low; he's a god."
As if sensing something, the monster said strangely, "Why is someone trying to pass the level again, and all three light holes at the same time... Hmm, let's go take a look."
Its body trembled, and it instantly disappeared into the light barrier, vanishing without a trace.
The sword flashed fiercely, golden light swirling around it, and a two-handed greatsword came crashing down.
"disease……"
With a sharp cry, five-colored light shot out from her hand, its shimmering light creating a dazzling spectacle as it formed a magnificent light curtain that crashed heavily against the enormous iron sword.
Inside the passage, the golden light still shimmered. The dazzling golden light held absolute sway, like golden waves rising one after another, surging towards the five-colored light cluster.
However, the five-colored light energy remained concentrated and contained, forming a light curtain as solid as Mount Tai, which remained unmoved no matter how the golden waves crashed against it.
Zhang Yaqi was secretly amazed. It turned out that this armored man, who looked terrifying, was actually just a silver spear and a candle-shaped head that made people scared.
When she first saw the overwhelming golden light, she thought she had encountered some kind of super expert, so she released the Qiankun Ring and defended with all her might, not seeking merit but only avoiding mistakes.
However, after half a day, I discovered something strange.
No matter how intense the golden light was, it instantly became weak and powerless once it struck the five-colored light barrier of the Qiankun Ring. Moreover, what surprised her even more was that the five-colored light barrier was continuously devouring the overwhelming golden energy.
With each portion consumed, the five-colored light barrier grew stronger, while the golden energy weakened by ten percent, going from initially feeling some pressure to now feeling nothing at all.
Zhang Yaqi already knew that this seemingly incredibly powerful giant could no longer pose any threat to her.
Her gestures changed subtly, and she softly chanted, "The five elements of heaven and earth, the horizon where sea meets sky..."
As she spoke, the multicolored light screen emitted by the Qiankun Ring underwent a new change.
After a brief standoff between the two distinct energies, the five-colored light suddenly burst forth with dazzling highlights, as if twisting into a thick rope of five colors, flying upwards along the giant sword.
The sound of saw teeth grinding together rang out instantly, so piercing that it made one's teeth ache.
In an instant, the golden passage was completely swallowed by the multicolored light, which flickered with endless power of the five elements. However, for some reason, among these five colors, yellow and green subtly held absolute dominance.
As the dazzling light faded, Zhang Yaqi retracted her Qiankun Ring, and with unhurried, graceful steps, slowly departed.
Everything around her returned to normal; it was as if nothing had happened at all. The armored giant and the golden greatsword had vanished into thin air.
A faint mist rose from the surrounding light barrier, forming a gigantic monster in the air.
This monster had a huge, bloated body, but a human face. Its features were plain and unremarkable, bearing a slight resemblance to the armored giant.
It looked around, puzzled, and said, "I'm too late. Is it over? Strange, even though that sword was a piece of junk, it shouldn't be this useless, right? Hmm? The sword slave's aura is still there. It's not dead yet? If the sword slave isn't dead, where did the sword go?"
It twisted and turned for a long time, but still saw nothing. Suddenly, it stopped moving quietly, as if it had sensed a heart-palpitating power. It muttered softly, "What is this aura? Hmph, it's so familiar, yet... and so frightening. Never mind, I'll go to the third passage and see what kind of guy is trying to pass through."
Its body transformed into a wisp of mist once more, piercing through the barrier of light and disappearing from sight.
The monster moved with incredible speed, weaving through the light barrier in almost no time. It finally reached the third passage marked with ten small black dots, before the third challenger arrived.
Although it wasn't human, it still felt a sense of unease.
In that dim and chaotic world, how could these three unique points of light, each with ten points of light, be chosen by someone at the same time? The probability of that is far too high.
I really don't know what abilities these newcomers have. Are they prophets? Or do they have some other means to find the correct location in the chaotic realm?
Then, it immediately dismissed this absurd idea. That was the realm of chaos, a place where even the creator god and all the great gods could not generate any light.
The only one who can move freely and comfortably there is the God of Destruction.
However, finding the existence of the God of Destruction in this world is simply impossible. If the God of Destruction were to descend upon this world, it would have been destroyed long ago, utterly annihilated.
Volume 4: The Divine Artifacts, Chapter 178: The Challenge (Part 2)
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A tiny wisp of imperceptible mist emerged, transforming into a thin layer of sticky wax that clung tightly to the luminous wall—this was its eye.
A stunningly beautiful young woman gracefully approached, and before her stood a tall, armored warrior.
The girl continued walking until she was ten meters away from the armored warrior. As if she had triggered some kind of mechanism, the armored warrior's tall figure began to move.
"You lowly creature, how dare you trespass into the realm of the gods! What is your punishment?" A majestic and arrogant voice echoed continuously through the passage.
The towering iron man spoke, reaching for the enormous longsword on his back: "Now, let me decide your fate..."
The Iron Man didn't finish speaking, nor did it draw the sword on its back.
Because, before it, the seemingly frail and beautiful young girl frowned slightly. Her impatient expression revealed one thing, something that would make this armored warrior regret for the rest of his life—she was in a bad mood, a very bad mood…
Then, a dazzling purple light suddenly burst forth from those slender, jade-like hands.
Almost instantly, the passageway was filled with a majestic purple light, interspersed with wisps of electric light, radiating outwards in both directions.
"boom……"
As the lightning-summoning sword was wielded, it faintly emitted the sound of thunder. At that moment, the entire passage hummed, as if even this incredibly sturdy and magical structure could feel the boundless power of the thunder.
It took no time at all; almost as soon as it was released from the lightning-summoning sword, it struck the target. Several deadly bolts of lightning, containing immense energy, swept across the short distance of a few meters and slammed heavily into the armored giant's body.
The Iron Man's golden sword didn't even have time to emit any light before it went silent, completely annihilated in the purple ocean.
"Bang..."
A loud metallic clang rang out amidst the purple lightning.
The purple hue dissipated, and the sash of the peerless woman's skirt swayed slightly, exuding elegance and pride, and radiating boundless charm.
Before her, the tall, armored warrior lay on the ground. On his dark armor, tiny electrical currents flickered from time to time, emitting a soft hissing sound.
"Rubbish."
The woman seemed to say something extremely disdainful. Her expression softened slightly, as if she had released a pent-up anger and calmed down considerably. With a flick of her wrist, she gracefully walked away like an immortal.
Gently, without taking away a single cloud.
The mist clinging tightly to the luminous wall remained completely still, like a mouse before a cat, daring not to make a sound.
A long time passed, until the woman could no longer be seen in the passage, and until the electric current on the scrapped iron man on the ground completely disappeared.
It cautiously passed through the center of the light wall, and the thick fog formed a peculiar body.
"Oh God... the power of chaos." It wailed softly, "Using the power of chaos here, do you have a death wish...?"
However, its voice was extremely low, so low that even it could hardly hear itself, as it subconsciously feared disturbing the evil star in front of it.
Although that woman was incomparably beautiful, stunningly gorgeous, it was obvious that she had a bad temper; she was definitely not the docile, virtuous wife and loving mother type.
If he angered her and she unleashed her heavenly lightning power without restraint, then it would be too late for him to cry.
Although the building materials here are extremely rare in the world, their sturdiness and durability are beyond the reach of any power in this realm.
Even if it were to encounter the strongest Nine Heavens Thunderfire Tribulation in this realm, it would not suffer any damage.
However, that only refers to external defense, not internal defense. If it were internal, allowing the arbitrary use of heavenly lightning from within the building, the worst-case scenario would be breaking the barrier and triggering the chaotic power in front of it.
When that calm, chaotic power becomes restless, it will break through the barrier and trigger an incredible explosion.
At that time, not only will this insignificant figure be reduced to nothing, but the entire realm itself will be wiped out.
Therefore, it moved gently and quietly, not daring to offend her in any way.
Although, in terms of cultivation level, Feng Baiyi is definitely no match for it. In fact, it could kill all those who entered Wanbaotang with just a flick of its little finger.
However, it dared not, because it dared not provoke a user of the power of chaos, absolutely dared not.
It bent down, looked at the iron man, shook its head and sighed, "Your luck is really bad. You actually encountered the power of chaos. That's a power that even the gods, except for the God of Destruction, would avoid. Alas... although it wasn't worth it, you didn't die unjustly."
“Trash…” It shook its head and sighed silently, “Before the gods, we are all trash.”
It turned around for a moment, then suddenly stopped, listened intently, and seemed to sense something. Its face suddenly turned extremely pale, and it exclaimed, "Not good! There are still five checkpoints ahead! We have to retreat! Retreat quickly!"
Its body instantly disappeared into the light barrier, and like a stray dog, it sped forward, praying incessantly that it would reach the checkpoint before that terrifying woman.
No matter what, these obstacles must not provoke her wrath. The power of heavenly lightning must absolutely not be used inside the palace, absolutely not...
“I think…” the Mirror God said slowly.
"What are you thinking?" Xiao Wenbing asked curiously. It was rare for the Mirror God to hesitate like this. Heaven knows what it was thinking.
“I think…” The Mirror God’s voice was filled with a strange feeling as it transmitted its information in Xiao Wenbing’s mind: “Perhaps I know where this place is.”
"Oh, didn't you say you didn't know?"
"I didn't know at first."
"So you know now?"