sonovelo Chapter 316: The Venerable Forbidden Sea Cultivator
Chapter 316: The Venerable Forbidden Sea Cultivator
Chapter 316: The Venerable Forbidden Sea Cultivator
In the mountainous backwoods, where ancient trees towered and spiritual energy pulsed, the rugged range stretched endlessly for miles.
Two elderly men sat cross-legged on a mountainside, their long white eyebrows bristling with a sense of looming dread that sent chills down their spines. Their divinations had yielded only ominous portents—ill omens that hinted at disaster!
Tonight, the gray mist blanketed the land, and the night wind howled, chilling them to the bone.
Cold gusts drifted among the treetops, like scattering snowflakes, embracing the bitter chill. A lone shadow stood still in the midnight moonlight, draped in black, radiating an ancient, bone-deep frost.
Behind him, three massive, obsidian axes shimmered with a glint that pierced through the night, cold and sharp.
The two white-haired elders felt an oppressive aura settle over them, like an unmatched and primal threat fixed upon them, beyond their ability to divine or sense.
Their bodies stiffened as they slowly turned to face the presence, their expressions instantly etched with shock and dread as if struck by lightning!
With the wind howling, a solitary figure stood atop an ancient tree, his robes fluttering, framed by a vast, full moon that cast his figure in an ethereal, otherworldly glow. His cultivation level... completely unfathomable.
"Who... who goes there?!"
"This place is the ancestral ground of the Jiang family. We’ve been summoned by the Bai Li Clan. Please, there’s no need for hostility with the impending realm war at hand.”
The two elders exchanged words, sounding small and helpless against the vast night. This situation had spiraled far beyond their expectations. Ancient beings were awakening, and the Jiang family had never stood as unrivaled in this world.
A drift of clouds passed, obscuring the moonlight, and the shadow’s ice-cold eyes came into view—Chen Xun!
With two fingers, he pinched two black Seated Oblivion Talismans, lifting them lightly toward the void. The two Jiang family elders instantly turned pale as their blood boiled uncontrollably!
Hiss!
Hiss!
They coughed up blood, their pupils contracting in horror. Mid-Deity Transformation cultivators like themselves couldn’t even defend against it; the talismans were forcing their way into their bodies through the veins of spiritual energy!
The Jiang family elders scrambled, unleashing torrents of mana as vast as the sea to disperse the terrifying backlash ravaging their blood. They felt like they’d been thrown into a heart-devouring tribulation, hair disheveled, veins pulsing wildly, fighting off what felt like an inner demon’s assault.
"Brother Dao! Use the Tranquil Zen Elixir!"
“Sir, we bear you no grudge! Why resort to such venomous methods against us?! Don’t you care about all the Daoist allies you’re crossing in Da Li?!”
Blood vessels burst in their eyes, their power, blood, and spiritual veins plunging into chaos, even their minds becoming hazy.
"I am the Forbidden Sea Cultivator. From now on, the Flameglow Ancient Lions will be under my protection.”
Chen Xun’s voice was cold and deliberate, each word slicing through the night. A dark gleam flickered in his eyes. “Consider this a warning. Harm them again, and I’ll see the Jiang family erased from Da Li. Not even the Bai Li Clan could save you.”
“If you don’t believe me... well, you’re welcome to test it.”
A powerful spiritual pressure engulfed the land, yet within moments, all fell silent. The elders, too, were silent, leaving the disciples in suspense.
“Focus on your cultivation, everyone. No need for concern.”
A commanding voice echoed through the sect, quelling their curiosity.
Yet whispers lingered. The unprecedented eruption at the forbidden Thunder Mountain became a strange tale, woven into the sect’s history, with no answers even centuries later.
The following evening.
At the White Jade Chamber of Commerce—a guild controlling countless mineral veins across ten major provinces with ties to several ancient lands—a figure trained by a lakeside, eyes closed in concentration. She opened her eyes with a stern look. “What brings you here?”
“Just tying up some loose ends,” a calm voice replied.
Boom!
Without warning, towering waves erupted from the lake, sealing off all exits. Her heart pounded as she glared at the hooded man in black striding forward. “The Forbidden Sea Cultivator?!”
“Yes, that would be me.”
A cold smile spread across Chen Xun’s face as he unleashed his spiritual pressure, engulfing her in a torrent that churned the lake into chaos.
Moments later, all was still.
Chen Xun stepped out from the water screen, his figure flickering briefly before vanishing.
Hiss!
The woman coughed up blood, staining the lake’s surface. Her eyes filled with deep fear, a haunting helplessness, as memories of the elder’s death from the Yu family flashed in her mind.
The next day, as the sun rose high.
Three powerful forces acted in unison, reining in their disciples and issuing a strict order not to hunt the Flameglow Ancient Lions, marking a definitive end to the pursuit.
This cultivator’s principles were too rigid, and angering him was unthinkable. He had clearly surpassed Da Li’s most powerful beings, and mutual respect was expected.
No one dared to publicize the matter; they swallowed their grievances, keeping their anger silent.
Yet, the name of the Forbidden Sea Cultivator carved a dark shadow into their hearts. A man who could single-handedly defy the three powers of Da Li—who could stand against him?
Some disciples raised eyebrows in private, confused about the decision, yet none dared to defy the command. The order was absolute: disobedience meant death.
Other sects, sensing their caution, began to curb their own cultivators’ movements as well, understanding the situation all too well.