Chapter 1060

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

Mo Yin fell silent for a long while, thoughts turning over in his mind, and finally nodded heavily: "Good!"

Wait, he can wait.

However, he cannot afford to wait.

Xu Zhangqing may not have the patience.

Hui Jiuming said no more, channeling all its demonic power along that void connection that had never been severed, turning its very existence into bait.

Doing so was tantamount to marking the Mo Family Ancestral Land within Yuan Xu's perception.

Moments later, the sky above the entire Mo Family Ancestral Land abruptly darkened.

Immediately after, a gigantic black lotus emerged, then hovered above the ancestral land, blacker than the night itself, deeper and more unfathomable.

The black lotus petals slowly unfurled, soundless ripples spreading in all directions; wherever they passed, even the air was assimilated.

The Maze Phantom Array on the ancestral land's outer perimeter unexpectedly failed at that very same moment.

The mechanism alarms inside the ancestral land rang out layer upon layer, yet fell into dead silence the instant they sounded.

The black lotus descended unhurriedly; everything in its path fell into stillness.

No explosions, no rumbling, only silent annihilation.

"What thing is that?"

"What is this?"

"Hiss!"

This scene caused the Mo Family Ancestral Land to explode into an uproar.

Panicked collateral disciples fled in all directions; several Nascent Soul stage elders soared into the sky, attempting to intercept with magic tools.

Among them, one even sacrificed his natal magic treasure — an ink-colored bronze mirror.

The bronze mirror hovered in mid-air; dense golden patterns lit up on its mirror surface, and an annihilation light pillar capable of searing a Nascent Soul cultivator's eyes suddenly blasted out from within the mirror, streaking straight toward that descending black lotus.

The result: the light pillar was silently dissolved the moment it touched the black lotus's outer perimeter.

Before everyone's eyes, it shattered into a sky full of golden light fragments, then was silently devoured.

That elder's Nascent Soul cracked apart; his whole person plummeted from mid-air, and every pattern on the bronze mirror extinguished completely, after which it fell to the ground and smashed into pieces.

A natal magic treasure, destroyed in just one strike?

Seeing this scene, who knows how many people were struck dumb!

The remaining cultivators, seeing the situation was bad, turned and fled.

Even Nascent Soul cultivators were no match for this black lotus; staying here would only be throwing their lives away.

Right at this time, a vast and majestic pressure boomed up from the depths of the ancestral land.

The Mo Family's sole God Transformation Elder, who had been in seclusion for many years, was now thoroughly alarmed.

The Elder's name was Mo Teng; his face was aged, beard and hair all white, his figure thin like withered wood.

He stared with a face full of shock and rage at that slowly descending black lotus, immediately raising his hand to form seals; over a dozen stacked prohibitions lit up layer by layer, golden patterns intertwining in the air into a heavy light wall, attempting to block the black lotus's descent.

However, faced with a God Transformation level attack, the black lotus did not hesitate in the slightest; those prohibitions melted like spiderwebs before it.

"What?"

Mo Teng's pupils contracted; only now did he realize this object was no ordinary thing.

He unhesitatingly sacrificed his natal magic treasure — a golden armor mechanism puppet several zhang tall — which crashed to the ground, smashing a spiderweb of cracks into the earth.

The puppet's entire body was covered in dark gold scale-like armor plates; the edge of each armor leaf shimmered with a dark red flowing light like magma, as if just fished from a forge and not yet cooled.

From the gaps between the armor plates emerged dense pale gold mechanism array patterns, spreading layer upon layer along the torso's contours, from chest to four limbs to the spine, forming a complete set of offensive and defensive arrays.

Every pattern pulsed rhythmically, as if a slowly beating metal heart.

Its head was an inverted triangle; its face had no features, only a single dark red light trace running vertically through the entire face armor, within which countless tiny spirit patterns could be faintly seen flowing at high speed.

Both arms extended past the knees; three folding mechanism blades were embedded on the outer side of each forearm, a thin layer of ice-blue cold light condensed at the blade edges — the unique cold sharpness of Ten-Thousand-Year Cold Iron.

On its back, along the spine were arranged several inverted-spike-like mechanism protrusions; dark gold energy slowly accumulated at the roots of the protrusions — this was the mechanism puppet's core power source.

With every step it took, a deep gear-meshing sound rang out from within its body.

Ten-Thousand-Year Black Iron gears and connecting rods turned in synchronization; every joint was driven by independent mechanism array patterns, the sound of thousands of parts operating simultaneously overlaying like rolling muffled thunder.

The mechanism puppet stood firm; the dark red light trace on its face armor suddenly split open, blasting out a dark gold beam condensed to near-solid state.

Where the beam passed, space itself rippled, even emitting a sharp, ear-piercing shriek.

This was a Breaking Array Ray formed by compressing stored energy to the extreme then releasing it, specially designed to break spiritual power protective shields and prohibition barriers; the Mo Family had used it for generations to forcefully assault, and it had never failed.

However, the moment the dark gold beam collided with the black lotus, it began changing color layer by layer from the impact point — dark gold turned gray-white, gray-white crumbled into powder; the entire beam was completely decomposed in just a few breaths.

Seeing the beam attack was ineffective, the six mechanism blades on the puppet's forearm outer sides all sprang out simultaneously, the ice-blue cold light at the blade edges surging several zhang.

It crossed its arms and slashed; six ice-blue blade lights wove a dense cutting net in the air, simultaneously shearing toward the black lotus from six different angles.

This set of six-blade linked slashes — each blade light could slice off a mountain peak.

Yet, upon entering the lotus petal range, the blade lights seemed to have fallen into an invisible quagmire, speed slowing from fast to slow to a standstill, finally stopping several zhang away from the black lotus, then swallowed by silently blooming pitch-black ripples.

Seeing still no effect, the protrusions on the puppet's back suddenly sprang out, transforming in mid-air into dozens of fist-sized spindle-shaped projectiles.

Each projectile was an independent mechanism construct, internally sealed with a Thunder Crystal Core; once detonated, it could cover a radius of a hundred zhang.

The projectiles nimbly dispersed in mid-air, pouring down on the black lotus like a metal rainstorm.

Dozens of thunder projectiles detonated simultaneously; blinding electric light turned almost the entire sky a ghastly white; violent thunder power raged and surged at the explosion center, forming a thunderstorm zone capable of devouring everything.

Unexpectedly, against an attack of this scale, the black lotus's petals did not tremble in the slightest.

Those rampaging streaks of lightning, the instant they neared the petals, were assimilated into a stretch of pitch-black; the power of dozens of shells exploding simultaneously was as if cast into a bottomless abyss, unable to stir up even a single ripple.

At this point, the mechanism puppet's means of attack were all exhausted.

Mo Teng's complexion was quite unsightly, even carrying a trace of fear: "No, this is impossible!"

A mechanism puppet comparable to an Immortal Sect Great Killing Weapon, the essence of the Mo Family's inheritance for ten thousand years, yet before the mysterious black lotus, it could not leave even a single trace.

Before he could withdraw the mechanism puppet, the black lotus's petals opened slightly, a black ripple spreading out, and in a flash it had contacted the mechanism puppet's body.

In an instant, mechanisms, spirit patterns, from the point of contact, went out ring by ring.

The dark-gold scale armor lost its luster, the joint meshing sounds gradually fading away, the entire puppet along with Mo Teng behind it, all frozen in place.

From golden armor to flesh and blood, from mechanisms to divine soul, layer by layer they were assimilated!