Chapter 375

Chapter 375: Annihilation, the power of spiritual weapon!

Roar!

The Lihuo Cauldron, long simmering and imbued with a vast amount of spiritual energy, roared under Lu Qing’s command.

With a breathtaking might, it crashed down at breakneck speed towards the mountain where the Red-Faced Old Monk and his companions stood below.

“Not good!”

Feeling the terrifying, mountain-like power overhead, the Red-Faced Old Monk’s face drastically changed, his pupils instantly shrinking to the size of a pinhole.

But he had no time to warn the other disciples, so he could only frantically channel his spiritual power into the formation flag in his hand.

With this surge of spiritual power, the formation on the mountain where the Red-Faced Old Monk stood shone brightly, a barrier of light rising up, enveloping the entire peak.

Even after this, the Red-Faced Old Monk still felt no sense of security.

A golden light burst forth from his body, transforming into a shield of light that enveloped him.

While it might sound like a long story, in reality, everything happened in an instant.

From the moment Lu Qing activated the Lihuo Cauldron to smash down, to the moment the red-faced old monk activated the formation, it all happened in the blink of an eye.

As the formation’s light curtain lit up, the Lihuo Cauldron had already crashed down upon it.

The power of the spiritual weapon was terrifying. Even with Lu Qing’s current cultivation, he couldn’t even unleash even a fraction of the Lihuo Cauldron’s might. This long-accumulated, devastating blow was still more than the hastily constructed formation of Xuankong Mountain could withstand.

So, the red-faced old monk’s defensive formation curtain had barely lasted a breath before the Lihuo Cauldron, like an eggshell, shattered from the sky.

Then, before the horrified gazes of the Xuankong Mountain disciples, the Lihuo Cauldron slammed fiercely onto the mountain peak.

Boom!

The Lihuo Cauldron, as massive as a small mountain, crashed into the peak, shaking the ground in an instant.

The incomparably solid body of the cauldron blasted a massive crater through the entire mountain.

The overwhelming force of the impact swept across everything, nearly leveling buildings and trees within a hundred feet.

Even more terrifying, the spiritual fire emanating from the Lihuo Cauldron spread, transforming the entire mountain into a sea of inferno.

“Ah!”

“No! Grand Elder, save me!”

“What kind of fire is this? Why can’t it be extinguished!”

…

The Lihuo Cauldron’s devastating blow was truly immense.

The Xuankong Mountain disciples hadn’t escaped far to begin with. Some of those with slower agility were shattered and killed by the terrifying impact the moment the Lihuo Cauldron impacted the mountain. Those

who were lucky enough to escape quickly and survived the shockwaves were no match for the raging flames that descended from the sky behind them.

The flames emanating from the Lihuo Cauldron were spiritual fire, burning not only the flesh but also the soul.

If it gets even a little bit attached, unless one possesses special skills or magical protection, it’s nearly impossible to extinguish before completely incinerating the target.

The most formidable of Xuankong Mountain’s disciples is only at the Xiantian Realm, the Qi Refining Realm. How could they possibly withstand the burning of this spiritual weapon’s flames?

Whether they shielded themselves with zhenqi and spiritual energy, or even rolled on the ground, they couldn’t extinguish the spiritual fire in the slightest.

For a moment, the entire mountain was filled with the screams of Xuankong Mountain’s disciples, filled with despair.

Gazing at the hellish scene below, Lu Qing’s expression remained unchanged in the sky.

From the time on the Holy Mountain, when the bald monk from Xuankong Mountain tried to forcefully convert his master, to the subsequent assassinations sent by Wujian Tower,

it was a fateful one between him and Xuankong Mountain, with only one to survive.

Since they were enemies, there was no reason to show mercy.

Indifferently watching the disciples below struggling and screaming in the sea of fire, Lu Qing waved his hand, and a massive cauldron, blazing with flames, slowly rose from the deep crater created by the impact on the mountain.

It shrank as it approached him.

By the time it reached him, it had shrunk to the size of a thumb and landed in Lu Qing’s hands.

“Young Master, I can’t help you from now on. Be careful.”

Yan’s weak voice echoed in Lu Qing’s mind.

“Don’t worry, Senior. Just rest.”

Lu Qing nodded earnestly and put away the Fire Cauldron.

He could sense Yan’s weakness.

This was the preciousness of spiritual artifacts.

Because of the presence of the artifact spirit, it could unleash its immense power without the master’s control.

In fact, at Lu Qing’s current level of cultivation, without Yan’s presence, he would never have been able to unleash the Fire Cauldron’s might.

The immense spiritual energy alone would have drained him instantly.

However, that single strike had already completely depleted the Fire Cauldron’s accumulated spiritual energy.

Without a period of nourishment, it would be difficult to recover.

“Huh?”

Just after putting away the Lihuo Cauldron, Lu Qing’s expression changed and he looked down.

Then he saw a figure slowly crawling out of the deep pit created by the Lihuo Cauldron. It was the red-faced old monk.

But the red-faced old monk at this time no longer had the composure he had before, and his appearance became extremely miserable.

His clothes were tattered, and half of his body was completely devoid of flesh and blood, leaving only a charred skeleton.

Indistinctly, the beating internal organs could be seen, which looked extremely terrifying.

If it weren’t for the layer of golden light protecting his internal organs, he would have died.

However, the red-faced old monk didn’t care about his injuries at this time.

He didn’t even care about the disciples around him whose screams were gradually fading. He just looked at Lu Qing in the sky with great fear.

That devastating blow just now was truly terrifying.

If he hadn’t, at the crucial moment, exploited the half-breath of light blocked by the formation’s barrier to perform a maneuver and avoid a direct hit from the Lihuo Cauldron,

he would have been shattered to pieces, his body untraceable.

“Lihuo Cauldron! The Lihuo Cauldron, the spiritual treasure of the ancient Lihuo Sect, is in your possession. Are you the heir of the Lihuo Sect?”

the red-faced old monk’s voice rasped with disbelief.

Seeing the appearance and power of the massive cauldron Lu Qing had just summoned, he finally recalled certain records from the ancient texts in the temple.

“Old baldy, I didn’t expect you to have any skill, to be able to withstand the blow of my Lihuo Cauldron.”

Lu Qing observed the golden light shielding the red-faced old monk’s internal organs and realized that he must be possessing a treasure.

Otherwise, even if he hadn’t been directly hit by the Lihuo Cauldron, he wouldn’t have survived such a terrifying blow.

He secretly sighed inwardly, worthy of being a powerful cultivator who had reached the Perfect Stage of the Foundation Establishment Stage. His

life-saving methods were truly remarkable.

“It really is the Lihuo Cauldron!”

Upon hearing Lu Qing’s words, the red-faced old monk knew his guess was correct, and his disbelief deepened.

According to the ancient texts in the temple, the ancient Lihuo Sect should have been exterminated long before the end of the previous era of immortal cultivation.

Its spiritual artifact, the Lihuo Cauldron, also disappeared.

Now, after tens of thousands of years, during the revival of spiritual artifacts, the Lihuo Cauldron has unexpectedly reappeared.

And it is also in the hands of a powerful and mysterious person with profound cultivation.

Could it be that the destruction of the ancient immortal sect, the Lihuo Sect, was just an illusion, and in fact, it was also lurking in a secret realm like their four secret places, and survived this long period of spiritual energy depletion, and is now about to come out.

But why did the Lihuo Sect want to make things difficult for them in Xuankong Mountain? Even in the ancient times of immortal cultivation, there should have been no major hatred between the two sects.

For a moment, many speculations and thoughts emerged in the mind of the red-faced old monk.

But the next moment, a strong sense of danger arose in his heart.

Without thinking, the red-faced old monk suddenly moved sideways, trying to dodge.

At the moment when his body just moved, a sharp knife energy almost brushed his body and slashed into the ground, leaving a deep knife mark where he had just stood.

But before he could even catch his breath, a cloud of sword energy descended from the sky, crisscrossing and slashing towards the red-faced old monk.

“He just activated his spiritual weapon, how could he still have such abundant spiritual power!”

A hint of despair crossed the red-faced old monk’s face as he watched the swirling sword energy.

He had previously exerted all his strength to resist the might emanating from the Lihuo Cauldron.

Now, not only was he severely injured, his protective magic weapon damaged, but even his spiritual power was dwindling. He simply had no energy left to withstand Lu Qing’s violent and devastating sword energy.

He also couldn’t understand

why Lu Qing could activate a spiritual weapon like the Lihuo Cauldron and still unleash such an attack as if nothing had happened. It defied all reason.

The red-faced old monk was about to be dismembered by Lu Qing’s sword energy.

At that moment, a streak of light flew in from afar, incredibly fast, arriving before Lu Qing’s blade. It transformed into a translucent golden bell, enveloping the red-faced old monk.

Dang! Dang! Dang…

Lu Qing’s blade slashed at the golden bell, but surprisingly, it couldn’t break through its defenses.

Though it caused the bell to tremble, it was unable to pierce its defenses and slay the red-faced old monk within.

“Elder Golden Bell!”

The red-faced old monk exclaimed in ecstasy as he gazed at the golden bell enveloping him.

“Hmm?”

Lu Qing, sensing something as well, looked up at the distant sky.

Then, he sensed several powerful auras rapidly approaching from the depths of the mountains.

A flash of thought dawned on him, and he knew it was reinforcements from Xuankong Mountain.

Without further ado, the golden boat beneath his feet shone, and he transformed into a stream of light, escaping the mountain.

Less than ten breaths after Lu Qing’s departure, several figures emanating powerful auras also appeared in the sky.

They were several elderly monks, similar in appearance to the red-faced old monk, wearing gray robes.

“Thinking of leaving?!”

The monks gazed at the devastating scene below with utter shock and fury. Then, they turned in the direction Lu Qing had left, ready to give chase.

“Elder Jinzhong, wait! We can’t pursue this man!”

The red-faced old monk, horrified at the sight, ignored his own injuries and immediately channeled his spiritual energy, shouting out in despair.

His internal organs, protected by the power of his magical treasure, ruptured in his excitement, and blood gushed from his mouth.

Seeing his intense emotion, the monks, though perplexed, could only stop and land beside the red-faced old monk.

“Elder Chixin, what’s wrong with you? Why won’t you let us pursue that evil demon?” one of the monks asked.

“This demon’s origins are mysterious, and he wields a magical weapon. If we pursue him rashly, we can’t say for sure what will happen!”

the red-faced old monk exclaimed.

“A magical weapon! How is that even possible?”

the monks were stunned.

“It’s absolutely true. See the spiritual fire all around? It’s emitted by that spiritual weapon.

This fire is incredibly powerful, incinerating everything. Even living beings touched by it are powerless to withstand. Cultivators not at the Foundation Establishment stage or above will be burned alive.”

Several old monks looked at the blazing flames, their expressions changing slightly.

With their keen eyesight, how could they not see the power of this spiritual fire?

One old monk asked grimly, “This fire is so powerful, what about those disciples…”

Their spiritual perception revealed that, aside from the red-faced old monk, the entire mountain was now devoid of any trace of life.

The red-faced monk sighed, “They’ve all perished in the sea of fire. The evil demon arrived too suddenly. Before the disciples could disperse, he incinerated them with his spiritual weapon.”

It turned out that in just a short while, all the disciples of Xuankong Mountain who had been touched by the spiritual fire had succumbed to the flames and were incinerated.

“All perished?”

The old monks’ eyes suddenly widened, their hearts filled with grief.

You know, the disciples they sent this time comprised almost half of the temple’s elite, and yet they were all gone in a flash?

“Evil demon, I will not be a human being until I avenge this!”

an old monk gnashed his teeth and swore a solemn oath.

“Elder Chixin, you’ve fought that evil demon. Do you know who he is? Why would he be so vicious and cruel to kill our disciples of Xuankong Mountain?” another old monk asked.

“I can’t recognize his identity, but I do recognize the spiritual weapon he used. It’s the Lihuo Ding, the lost spiritual weapon of the Lihuo Sect from the ancient era of immortal cultivation!”

…

Just as the red-faced old monk shared his suspicions with the other monks,   a faint aura rose

above the sky outside the Lingshan Mountains, veiled within a white cloud.

“Who is that mysterious ghost-faced figure, that he could control a spiritual weapon?”

Taoist Yangming gazed at the raging fire still blazing in the direction of Lingshan, his eyes filled with astonishment.

Earlier, he had followed the golden light and reached the outskirts of Lingshan.

Then he witnessed a scene that utterly astonished him.

The mysterious ghost-faced figure, hovering high in the sky, wielded a massive cauldron, bringing down with boundless force the towering peak below. The

numerous disciples of Xuankong Mountain were helpless under this devastating blow, easily slain like ants and moths. Even

the majestic mountain, a symbol of the ancient Xuankong Mountain, was blasted with a gaping hole, incinerated beyond recognition by the raging flames.

Sensing the might emanating from the cauldron, Taoist Yangming, a resident of a secret place, understood perfectly well that it was a genuine spiritual weapon!

Xuankong Mountain had actually provoked a formidable and powerful being possessing a spiritual weapon!

After realizing this, Taoist Yangming was both shocked and excited. He

was shocked by the discovery of the spiritual weapon,

but excited to see his sworn enemy had provoked such a powerful foe. His future would surely be difficult.

He also became even more curious about the identity of the mysterious ghost-faced man.

That was a spiritual weapon. Even their Qingyang Temple only had one, and because they had to suppress the secret realm, they couldn’t bring it out.

What was the origin of that mysterious ghost-faced man, who could actually control a complete spiritual weapon?

(End of this chapter)