Chapter 684: Activating the Formation (Part 2)

Golden light flows like living tentacles, instantly wrapping around the bodies of the twelve people.

It is not warm.

Rather, it is scorching.

It seems like the purest fire of life, surging up from the Yongquan point on the soles, washing over the limbs and bones.

Yue Fei's body shuddered violently.

He closed his eyes and clenched his fists.

A mighty, unstoppable warm current is striking the deepest old wound between his heart and lungs—a dark injury left from a great battle years ago.

Wherever the warm current passes, stagnant qi and blood are forcibly cleared.

The withered meridians regain vitality.

He can clearly feel that some chronic ailment is being uprooted.

The feeling is more direct for warriors like Lin Chong, Guan Sheng, and Hu Yanzhuo.

They hear a subtle sound from within their bodies, like a bowstring being retightened.

The old dark injuries are quickly healing.

Their waning strength is returning to its peak.

A long-lost surge of abundant energy flows through the body with each heartbeat.

For younger ones like Zhang Xian and Yue Yun, the sensation is somewhat different.

It seems as if some innate origin of the body is being replenished, potential broadened, and the ceiling for future growth quietly raised.

But the reaction of the five ministers is completely different from the others.

Shi Dun gritted his teeth, veins faintly appearing on his ancient bronze-colored face.

He is not resisting pain.

Rather, he is desperately enduring the washing of a mightier and purer power than last time.

The familiar scorching sensation.

But it penetrates deeper into the marrow.

It seems as if even his soul and spirit are to be forged and refined again by this golden flame.

In his heart there is no fear, only a feeling akin to reverent awe.

"Here it comes again… this power that alters and creates…"

Qian Gui clenched his eyes shut, his body trembling slightly.

He can "feel" it.

This time the incoming flood of life is far greater in scale than that of decades ago.

If the previous one was a stream moistening,

this time it is a river pouring backward.

The dynasty's Fortune Momentum now is how many times greater than before?

And the portion that the sovereign can control and transform is even more a chasm apart.

Wang Ru felt her consciousness unusually clear.

Last time the endowment mainly brought a sense of bodily function restoration and youth regression.

And this time.

Besides the familiar infusion of vitality, she vaguely sensed something more profound—the texture of time.

It seems as if intangible scars are being gently erased and stretched by some force.

Zhao Lao Nian's attention, however, is somewhat different.

While enduring the wash, he actually diverted a trace of his mind, attempting to "parse" the structure of the incoming energy.

Of course, it was in vain.

But the rhythmic rules contained in this power, far surpassing the current level of energy technology, made him itch with curiosity.

Zhang Cheng was the most composed.

He had long since not been experiencing this for the first time.

At this moment he wholeheartedly felt his body's transformation, while directing most of his attention to the center of the stone platform.

He directed it toward the figure bearing the fiercest impact.

In the center of the secret chamber.

Chen Wen became the absolute focus and fragile fulcrum of the entire ritual.

Vast streams of golden light converged from the five main nodes, passed through his body's transformation, then diverged toward the twelve people.

His complexion had turned pallid, almost translucent.

Fresh blood foam continually seeped from the corners of his mouth.

The back of his dark-colored deep robe was completely soaked in cold sweat.

Yet his arms remained steadily holding aloft.

As if he were upholding twelve mountains, upholding a dynasty's future.

The system's breakthrough continues.

"The core rule of Lifespan Endowment is dangerously coupling and transforming the nation's fortune with the source of life."

Each transformation consumes a huge amount of Fortune Momentum.

Above Xijing.

The enormous golden vortex above spins faster and faster.

The low rumble of thunder turned into a clear roar, echoing throughout the city.

Countless civilians panicked and knelt, bowing toward the Huangcheng.

Fortune Momentum manifested, the nation's foundation shook!

Almost simultaneously with the roar of the golden vortex.

The light curtain, that invisible barrier spanning heaven and earth, suddenly blazed!

It was not the whole thing that lit up.

But rather, those fine cracks on it, now like red-hot iron wires, burst forth with piercing azure light!

The fissure was struggling.

It was resisting.

And it was also being clashed, squeezed, and torn apart by the mighty east-west tides of Fortune Momentum!

"Crack—"

A faint yet clearly audible sound, like glass shattering.

It rang out directly in the hearts of countless people.

Upon the light curtain.

A fissure originally as thin as a hair suddenly expanded severalfold!

Although it was still insignificant relative to the entire light curtain.

But it did indeed grow larger.

It became even more unstable.

Azure light surged wildly from it, faintly opposing the golden vortex above Xijing.

Huai Xi camp.

Zhu Yue sprang to his feet, knocking over the pottery jar beside him.

He stared fixedly toward the east.

Not with his eyes.

But with that newly awakened, mysterious perception.

He "saw" it!

On that "wall", a clear "wound" was bursting forth with light.

And a vast, majestic, life-filled golden tide was surging even more fiercely through that wound!

Within the tide were mixed fragments of signals similar in structure to those previously received.

Clearer.

More urgent.

As if conveying some kind of… urgent warning?

At the same time.

In the dark depths.

Countless icy "gazes" suddenly turned frenzied and furious!

Interference!

We must interfere immediately!

At any cost, prevent this destructive devastation of the "script" balance!

The intangible rule-layer attack aimed at the Chen Dynasty direction suddenly intensified.

Attempting to sever the flow of national fortune.

Disrupting energy conversion.

Moreover, a cold, filthy yin-energy dark current, like a poisonous snake, slipped along the light curtain's fissure and surged straight into the underground of Xijing Huangcheng!

Inside the secret chamber.

Chen Wen spat out a mouthful of blood.

The blood was not bright red, but carried faint golden specks.

His body swayed slightly.

Beneath the stone platform, Zhang Cheng and Zhao Lao Nian's faces drastically changed.

They felt it!

A malevolent, cold force seeking to pollute and destroy the ritual was advancing along the earth veins and Fortune Momentum channel, eroding in reverse!

"Your Majesty!"

Chen Wen, however, opened his eyes at this moment, filled with bloodshot yet terrifyingly bright gaze.

He not only did not retreat.

Instead, with his wounded body, he pushed the newly stabilized Lv. 7 authority to the extreme!

"Want it?"

His voice was hoarse, yet carried a disdainful cold smile.

"Then… I'll give it all to you!"

Boom!!!

A more violent golden light flow, mingled with his origin power bearing the will of authority, no longer streamed solely toward the twelve people.

Instead, it split off a torrent that actively surged to meet the invading yin-energy dark current.

Two energies of utterly opposite nature, clashing like fire and water, collided at the earth vein node beneath the secret chamber.

They clashed violently!