Chapter 1062

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

Inside the secret chamber, Mo Yin was tilting his head back, staring at that amber-colored sword embryo suspended in mid-air, his hand tightly clutching the activated Transmission Jade Talisman.

His forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat; the Xuan Yuan Golden Light Talisman had already consumed more than half its spiritual power, the golden light on its surface flickering uncertainly, clearly unable to hold out much longer.

Beneath his feet, the ground, under the assimilating erosion of the black lotus, was turning gray-white from the edges inward at a speed visible to the naked eye; the prohibitions around the secret chamber's outer perimeter were collapsing layer by layer.

At this moment, Mo Yin had already retreated to the deepest part of the stone chamber, his back pressed tightly against the cold stone wall, his heart pounding so fast it felt like it would burst from his throat.

If Xu Zhangqing didn't come any longer, he would truly be done for.

Just then, a five-colored glow silently penetrated layer upon layer of prohibitions, transforming into a five-colored peacock right before him.

"A monster?"

Seeing this scene, Mo Yin jumped in fright.

The Communication Jade Talisman and Xuan Yuan Golden Light Talisman in his hand nearly slipped from his grasp.

He swiftly drew the Three Commands Green Edge to block before him, only to hear the sword intent humming resonantly.

The peacock suddenly spoke, yet its voice was extraordinarily familiar: "Don't panic, it's me!"

Mo Yin froze for an instant, then scrutinized the five-colored peacock before him with shock and doubt; after repeatedly confirming it posed no threat to him, he instantly slumped against the stone wall, panting heavily in great gasps, nearly crying: "Sect Master Xu... you scared me to death!"

Xu Zhangqing paid no heed to his complaint; his gaze fell first upon that Gengjin Sword Embryo suspended in mid-air.

A three-foot-long amber sword body, golden patterns flowing across its surface, each pattern appearing as if condensed from the purest sharp qi.

The nomological fluctuations emitted by the sword embryo resonated mutually with his Metal Spirit Root, like a companion finally met after who knows how many years of waiting.

With a thought from Xu Zhangqing, those sharp qi of the sword embryo — sufficient to mince cultivators below Spirit Severing into fragments — became incomparably docile under the guidance of the Four-Colored Origin Power.

Yet he did not rush to refine it; he merely took the sword embryo down from the air, then wrapped the sharp qi on the sword body with the power of Tu Soil, temporarily sealing it away.

A supreme treasure of Metal-origin root level required finding a secure place to refine; therefore, now was not the time.

Having put away the sword embryo, Xu Zhangqing's gaze only then fell upon that curled-up mechanism beast.

This mechanism beast was covered entirely in ink-black scale armor; dark-red mechanism array patterns showing through the gaps in the scales, even more ancient and more intricate than Mo Teng's Golden Armor Puppet.

Its four limbs still bore deep concave marks left by the Gengjin Sword Embryo, indicating it had already been suppressed beneath the sword embryo for who knows how many years.

He had just extended a hand, wanting to touch the mechanism array patterns on the Qilin Beast's body surface, when Mo Yin beside him hurriedly spoke up to introduce: "Sect Master Xu, this mechanism beast is the product forged by the Mo Family exhausting all their resources.

It is said that when the Mo Family unearthed the Gengjin Sword Embryo back then, they simultaneously dug up half a set of remains from an ancient Qilin.

The Ancestor wanted to use the Mo Family's most supreme mechanism arts to repair it, but halfway through the repair, he discovered this thing was fundamentally uncontrollable.

Couldn't bear to smash it, couldn't bear to destroy it.

Therefore, had no choice but to place the Gengjin Sword Embryo here to suppress it.

It's not that the Mo Family didn't want to control this mechanism beast; it's that they couldn't control it.

For so many years, forget controlling it — even approaching within three zhang of it would get one torn to shreds by attack commands treating them as intruders.

If it really won't work... how about we leave first?"

After hearing this, Xu Zhangqing not only didn't frown, but instead revealed a trace of interest.

His right hand — or rather right wing — lightly lifted, and soon a very strange silver light lit up.

That light did not belong to laws, did not belong to spiritual power, but was a kind of pure divine ability power.

Thousand Machines Ten Thousand Transformations, his fourth divine ability, specializing in mechanism arts, puppetry, and artifact refining.

Ever since this divine ability appeared, there had been extremely few opportunities to use it.

The main reason being that in the Tianyuan Realm, there were exceedingly few mechanism constructs that could catch Xu Zhangqing's eye.

However, this ink-colored Qilin before him was different; no matter how one looked at it, it was an existence of extreme value.

Therefore the divine ability activated; Thousand Machines Ten Thousand Transformations turned into countless slender silver light threads, spreading out from the wing tip, nimbly drilling into the gaps of the scale armor.

The light threads spread rapidly along the mechanism array patterns inside the Qilin's body, following the complex interlocking chains, gear meshing points, and energy conduits all the way, layer by layer, deep into the innermost core hub.

Those out-of-control dark-red commands, the moment they were touched by the light threads, were wrapped and suppressed by the power of Thousand Machines Ten Thousand Transformations, like docile swimming snakes gathered up one by one, reorganized, and sorted out.

Mo Yin stood to the side, not daring to breathe; he only saw Xu Zhangqing tremble slightly a few times.

Wherever the power of Thousand Machines Ten Thousand Transformations passed, those mechanism array patterns on the ink-colored Qilin flashing with dark-red attack commands changed color layer by layer.

From cold, tyrannical dark red, transforming into docile, peaceful pale silver.

Inside the Qilin's massive body, the gear meshing sounds that had been continuously humming for who knows how many years due to loss of control finally quieted down after all commands were completely re-sorted.

In the secret chamber, silence fell.

Mo Yin didn't speak.

Xu Zhangqing didn't speak.

Both stared ahead.

Not long after, the Qilin Mechanism Beast raised its inverted-triangular head; the dark-red light trace on its face mask struggled for several breaths before being completely covered by silver; the runes flowing at high speed within the light trace also gradually changed from chaotic disorder to stable order.

It looked like a lake surface that had been stirred up and then returned to calm.

On the Qilin's four limbs, the deep concave marks nailed dead by the Gengjin Sword Embryo for many years slowly healed under the action of Thousand Machines Ten Thousand Transformations; scale armor re-covered those exposed mechanism structures.

It stood up from the ground; its first step made the entire secret chamber tremble once, then it lowered its proud head and let out a low roar toward Xu Zhangqing.

Mo Yin's mouth gaped wide, staring blankly at that mechanism beast described by the Mo Family as untamable and out of control, never expecting it to be so easily subdued by Xu Zhangqing; a good long while passed before he squeezed two words from his throat: "Subdued?"

Xu Zhangqing flew over, feathers lightly brushing across the Qilin's icy-cold body, his mind already calculating how to improve this mechanism beast's attack methods and defensive arrays, when he suddenly remembered something, turned his head to look at Mo Yin, and asked: "What's the origin of that black lotus?"

The color on Mo Yin's face drained a few shades; his voice lowered several octaves: "Reporting to Sect Master Xu, this was summoned by Hui Jiuming.

He said that thing is called the Abyssal Black Lotus, able to assimilate everything, freeze everything.

"Previously, it had always been blooming inside the Demon Realm's Yuan Xu..."

The more he spoke, the quieter his voice became; in his mind, the scene of Ancestor Mo Teng along with the Golden Armor Puppet being silently devoured by the black lotus kept replaying, and his spine sent wave after wave of chills.

Xu Zhangqing nodded slightly, then cast his gaze toward the outside of the Secret Chamber, that stretch of sky which had turned mostly Gray White.

Deep within his Dao Heart, the Five-Colored Lotus was spinning at an unprecedented speed; with every revolution, the resonance between it and the black lotus grew a degree stronger.

Clearly, to others it is the most Terrifying thing, yet in his own case, it gave rise to an urge to refine it that was almost impossible to suppress!