Chapter 78: Linglong Blessed Land Female Disciple, Fire the Cannon!

Is this the Great Calamity Ancient Cannon?

Inside the Five Prisons King Cauldron, Chen Zheng gazed up at the ancient massive cannon, his heart slightly stirred.

Since attaining Shen Tong Mi Jing, he has not possessed a single potent offensive divine ability.

In past battles, he basically relied on physical strength or overwhelming magical power to crush enemies, or used the blood-stained heavenly garb to exert domain suppression.

Now the Great Calamity Ancient Cannon has finally arrived!

This cannon is both mighty and fierce, surely powerful.

From now on, see who can withstand his one shot!

However, Chen Zheng quickly suppressed his excitement and continued to ponder the mysteries of the character 'cannon'.

This Great Calamity Ancient Cannon is still merely an illusion; it must be condensed into substance as soon as possible.

Outside.

Clear skies for ten thousand li.

On the sea surface came seven people, all wearing matching Eight Trigrams Purple Gold Daoist robes, obviously disciples of the Supreme Unity Sect, led by a middle-aged scholar.

This person's appearance was stern, his aura surging like tides, yet harmonizing perfectly with heaven and earth—clearly the sign of a cultivator at the Fifth Heaven of Divine Ability, known as Fushou True Person.

Under Fushou True Person's lead, the Supreme Unity Sect disciples' eyes were sharp, hovering a hundred or so zhang above the sea, scanning the sea inch by inch.

Not even the sea water was spared; with divine sense penetrating underwater, as if they wanted to overturn the sea to find anyone possibly hidden within.

Huh?

A disciple named Zhang Wei suddenly exclaimed in surprise, discovering the deserted island where Chen Zheng was.

He hurried to Fushou True Person's side, pointing at the towering Five Prisons King Cauldron standing in the center of the distant island and said: 'Fushou Senior Brother, look, there is an ownerless magic treasure there!'

Hmm… this is? It turns out to be a supreme treasure, the Five Prisons King Cauldron!

Fushou True Person followed Zhang Wei's gaze, paused a moment, then his eyes widened sharply, recognizing the origin of the Five Prisons King Cauldron.

What?

How could the Five Prisons King Cauldron appear here?

Several other disciples also flew over, staring in astonishment at the distant great cauldron.

Let's go take a look.

Fushou True Person fixed his gaze on the Five Prisons King Cauldron and flew straight toward the deserted island.

The others exchanged glances and followed.

Everyone soon arrived above the deserted island, circling the tens-of-zhang-high Five Prisons King Cauldron, constantly observing and touching it.

Especially Fushou True Person, his greedy undisguised, he had already come to above the cauldron's mouth, continually peering inside, somewhat eager to act, as if wanting to seize this cauldron.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Suddenly, six figures appeared in the sky, spotting Fushou True Person and company, and immediately flew toward the deserted island.

All six were women, with flower-like faces and moon-like beauty, graceful figures, adorned with dazzling ornaments—the hairpins on their heads, necklaces around their necks, bracelets on their hands, rings on their fingers were either spiritual treasures or precious treasures.

At a glance they were clearly wealthy, their riches not inferior to those of the Supreme Unity Sect disciples in the slightest.

No one knew which sect these women disciples belonged to.

In the blink of an eye, the women all arrived above the deserted island, standing in midair.

Yet as the women arrived, the expressions of the Supreme Unity Sect disciples turned as ugly as having eaten a dead fly.

Their gazes toward the women were like looking at enemies.

'A bunch of hypocrites.'

The women also gave no pleasant faces to the Supreme Unity Sect disciples, each letting out a cold snort.

Especially the leader, a woman in red clothes with her face covered by a red silk scarf, she glanced askance at Fushou True Person and said in a yin-yang tone: 'Fushou, your Supreme Unity Sect has sunk to this level—seeing any magic treasure outside, you immediately want to take it for yourself?'

Fushou True Person stared at the woman coldly and said: 'Piao Yun, what nonsense are you spouting! This Five Prisons King Cauldron is the demonic treasure my senior brother seized eight hundred years ago when he wounded the Great Heavenly Demon King; I intend to bring the treasure back to the sect and hand it to the Elder for destruction, to prevent calamity in the mortal world.'

Heh.

The red-clad woman named Piao Yun showed no respect, sneering: 'Back then your Supreme Unity Sect shouted and attacked the Patriarch of my Linglong Blessed Land, forcing her to hand over her treasures—this is exactly that line; three thousand years have passed and you still use it—aren't you disgusted by yourselves?'

This woman is actually from the Linglong Blessed Land.

No wonder they are at odds with the Supreme Unity Sect.

They have a generations-old grudge.

Because the Linglong Blessed Land sect was founded three thousand years ago by the Linglong Immortal Venerable, who broke away from the Supreme Unity Sect.

From then on, the Nine Immortal Dao Sects became the Ten Immortal Dao Sects. 'I think you're looking for death!'

Fushou True Person's face turned livid with anger, his gaze at Piao Yun flashing with murderous intent.

He waved his hand, and a green flying sword shot out.

This is the Great Marsh Sword, refined from the essence of the Great Marsh and the quintessence of five metals and other precious materials, taking a full sixty years to complete—a top-grade treasure.

Swish swish swish!

The other Supreme Unity Sect disciples also brandished their Supreme Unity Dividing Light Swords, their aura fierce.

As soon as Fushou True Person gives the order, they will immediately strike and slaughter these women before them.

Killing any Linglong Blessed Land disciple on sight is written into the Supreme Unity Sect's sect rules.

Hmph, afraid you won't succeed!

Piao Yun and the other women refused to yield, various gold hairpins and bracelets flying around them.

'Fire the cannon.'

This novel you have reached

The battle was about to erupt, the world turning murderously still, but abruptly, a cold voice came from within the Five Prisons King Cauldron.

Everyone's momentum stalled, they all looked doubtful, gazing at the Five Prisons King Cauldron.

Fushou Zhenren was most astonished; he had been standing above the mouth of the cauldron for quite a while.

He even swept his divine thought into the cauldron to investigate.

He hadn't found anyone inside at all.

But now, there was actually someone speaking inside.

Who is it?

And what cannon is being fired?

There's only a cauldron here; where would a cannon be?

"Demon, cease your pretence of divinity…"

Fushou Zhenren let out a cold snort and prepared to summon his divine thought again to pull out the person inside.

But just as he began to act, a burst of "Boom—boom—boom" explosive noises erupted from within the cauldron.

It was as if some primeval beast had emerged, spitting endless destructive aura from the cauldron's mouth skyward.

Fast!

Fast beyond any description.

"Ah!"

Boom!

A terrifying, earth‑shaking roar and Fushou Zhenren's mournful scream rang out together, shaking the women in the arena so violently they staggered and could see nothing.

Even Piao Yun, who had reached the Shentong Wu Chong Celestial Realm, lost all sight and divine‑sense perception.

The world between heaven and earth was plunged into darkness.

They could do nothing.

Only bone‑chilling fear remained.

After an unknown amount of time, the fear that had enveloped Piao Yun and the other women finally dissipated.

Their vision also returned.

The women then witnessed a scene they would never forget.

They saw that several Taiyi Sect disciples had vanished without a trace.

Fushou Zhenren, hovering above the cauldron's mouth, had his expression frozen, his whole body lifeless, with a huge hole piercing his chest and heart.

Around the hole's edge swirled a ring of black mist, like a cosmic black hole devouring everything, expanding continuously and instantly engulfing the person entirely.

Fushou Zhenren completely vanished from the mortal world.

The Great Swamp Sword and his Hundred Treasure Pouch fell into the Five Prison King Cauldron.

And the extreme horror in Piao Yun and the other women's eyes surged at this moment, spreading from their eyes to their faces.

Then it spread from their faces to their entire bodies!

In the end, the women trembled all over, as if struck by a massive fright.

(End of chapter)