Chapter 119: Jiang Ye's Opportunity! Five Elements World-Suppressing Seal!

"What?!"

The black-robed man's pupils shrank, a flash of unbelievable shock crossing his eyes.

That arm was as pale as paper, so thin it was skin and bone, as if it would shatter at a touch.

Yet its speed in plucking the flower was astonishingly fast, so fast he couldn't even react.

Even more terrifying was that he felt an unprecedented death aura from this arm.

He desperately wanted to snatch that Yin-Yang Other Shore Flower, but the instinct for self-preservation deep within his body forcibly stopped his footsteps, a shudder from the depths of his soul telling him.

One more step forward, and it would be total destruction.

Inside the grotto, there was dead silence.

Everyone's movements froze, as if hit by an immobilization spell.

Those corpse ghosts that had been attacking frantically had long since retreated into the blood mist, and now there wasn't even a sound.

The air seemed to have frozen, leaving only the crowd's heavy breathing and the faint, cold air drifting from the ice crystal coffin.

Everyone's gaze fell in unison on that arm reaching out from the coffin.

That arm held the Yin-Yang Other Shore Flower and, unhurriedly, slowly retracted back into the coffin.

It wasn't just the black-robed man; they also felt that great terror.

It was an indescribable pressure, as if being stared at by an ancient ferocious beast, making one's scalp tingle and limbs cold.

A few outer sect disciples with weaker cultivation were already weak in the knees, almost collapsing to the ground.

After a moment.

The figure lying in the ice crystal coffin slowly rose, coming into everyone's view.

It was a withered old man, his skin grey-white, without a trace of blood, like wind-dried tree bark.

His whole body exuded a dense death aura, neither human nor ghost, as if he were a dead person who had crawled out of a grave.

His eye sockets were deeply sunken, but two faint lights were flickering in them, one yin and one yang, one cold and one hot, flashing alternately.

His gaze swept over the crowd in the grotto unhurriedly.

Almost at the same instant, everyone felt their breathing hitch, their hearts seemingly gripped by an invisible hand, their blood stopping its flow.

Jiang Ye's heart was churning with stormy waves, but his face remained calm.

He used his peripheral vision to glance at Hua Qingshui, wanting to see how this Divine Qi Realm old man would react and if he could hold his ground.

As a result, his heart sank.

The expression on Hua Qingshui's face was nearly frozen; his usually chuckling old face now held only shock and solemnity, even worse than his own.

"Not good..."

Jiang Ye's heart sank. To be honest, when those corpse ghosts rushed out, he was still steady.

Because he could fly and possessed the bird-form true intent "Soaring Through the Sky," saving his life wouldn't be a problem.

However, this "person" who crawled out of the coffin left him feeling unsure.

"Thank you for waking me up. What year is it now."

The "person" in the coffin suddenly spoke, his voice very light, like falling leaves in the wind, but when it reached everyone's ears, it was like a thunderclap, shaking their spirits and causing their true qi to tremble involuntarily.

No one dared to respond.

Those few Embracing the Pill Realm Elders, who were usually arrogant, were now as silent as cicadas in winter, not even daring to breathe loudly.

After a long while.

"Senior... it is now the 468th year of the Great Zhou calendar..."

Zheng Feng took a deep breath and spoke, biting the bullet.

His voice was trembling, but he tried his best to remain steady.

He came from a giant city in Linzhou and had seen many big figures; he knew that in front of such an existence, the more cowering one was, the more dangerous it became.

"Great Zhou?" The "person" in the coffin paused slightly, a flash of contemplative light in his faint eyes, as if recalling something.

After a moment, he muttered to himself, "Great Zhou... never heard of it. It seems I have slept for a long time."

At this moment, the black-robed man spoke in a hoarse voice: "Senior, are you... the Five Elements Elder?!"

"Oh?!" The "person" in the coffin turned his head slightly, his faint eyes falling on the black-robed man, sizing him up.

The corners of his mouth curled slightly, revealing a rare hint of emotion: "I didn't expect anyone to still remember my name?"

He paused, his tone carrying a bit more approval.

"As a reward, I will temporarily forgive you for wanting to snatch the flower just now. I'll just cut off one of your hands."

The moment the words fell, a flash of horror appeared in the black-robed man's eyes.

He subconsciously wanted to retreat violently, his true qi surging frantically, wanting to break free from that invisible restraint.

However, his body seemed to have betrayed his will; no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move a single bit.

Following closely, he felt a sharp pain in his right arm.

He turned his head to look, only to see his right hand severed from the wrist without warning, falling to the ground, the cut as smooth as a mirror, without a single drop of blood flowing out.

"Ah..." he let out a hoarse and suppressed low roar after the fact, the voice full of pain, but even more so, fear deep into his bones.

Seeing this scene, the crowd in the grotto felt their hair stand on end, a bone-chilling coldness rushing from the soles of their feet to their crowns.

They had seen the black-robed man's strength clearly just now.

That was a Half-Divine Qi Realm expert, a powerhouse who could take a blow from Hua Qingshui.

Yet he had been crippled of an arm silently, and no one had even seen how the old man struck.

What kind of monster was this "person" in the coffin...

"Bang!" A soft sound. A surviving Elder of the Cold Sword Sect knelt directly on the blood-filled ground, his knees hitting the pool of blood, splashing dark red blood flowers.

He then kowtowed heavily, his forehead hitting the stone ground with a dull thud, his voice trembling so much it was almost unintelligible: "Senior, the junior had no intention of disturbing your long sleep, please..."

The "person" in the coffin let out a laugh. The laughter was neither yin nor yang, neither sad nor happy, yet it made people's hair stand on end: "Don't be afraid, I have always been clear about gratitude and grudges. You woke me up; that is merit!"

He paused, his faint eyes sweeping over the crowd again, "I won't kill you. I will also give you a stroke of fortune. It just depends on whether you can catch it."

His voice was very peculiar, as if burning with intense heat, yet also as if surging with water, mixed with a sharp aura that intimidated the mind, and the tail end carried the vitality of wood and the thickness of earth.

Five completely different qualities were perfectly fused in his voice, like five rivers converging into one great river.

Everyone was startled, "Fortune?!" Before they could react, they felt the scene before them begin to change.

The grotto disappeared, the ice crystal coffin disappeared, and the figures around them disappeared.

Replacing them was a boundless sea of fire. Crimson flames surged from all directions, dyeing the world in a scorching red.

The ground beneath their feet was scorching magma, and the sky overhead was surging fire clouds. The air was so hot it felt like it would burn through one's lungs, every breath like swallowing fire.

"Hmm?!" Jiang Ye narrowed his eyes, a flash of strange light in them.

He looked down at his hands, then looked at the sea of fire all around, a hint of contemplation appearing on his aged face, "This is... an illusion?"

He circulated the Great Sun Heavenly Flame true qi in his body, crimson-gold light surging from within, instantly blocking the surrounding sea of fire.

The scorching aura was blocked by the true qi, and the surrounding temperature dropped suddenly, finally allowing him to catch his breath.

But the next instant, the surging sea of fire suddenly churned, as if stirred by an invisible hand.

The flames condensed, shrank, swirled, and finally turned into a huge character "Big," flying into the high sky and suppressing him.

That "Big" character was crimson red, the strokes powerful and vigorous, each stroke containing the terrifying power to burn everything, slowly falling from the sky, getting closer and closer, heavier and heavier, like the sky collapsing.

Jiang Ye looked at the "Big" character suppressing him, the contemplative look in his eyes deepening.

He didn't dodge, didn't resist, and didn't even mobilize his true qi.

He stood there quietly, looking up at that "Great" character, the blazing light of the sky reflected in his aged eyes.

He suddenly smiled.

"So that's how it is..." he muttered to himself, his voice very light, yet swallowed by the sky-filling flames.

The next instant.

"Your comprehension is superb; you have comprehended the Five Elements World-Suppressing Seal—Flame Explosion Burning Heaven Seal in the Five Elements Illusion!"

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