Chapter 184: Dead!
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
After the second clone had entered, they lost contact with the man again after a while; this time faster than the first clone.
"This is rather odd." The skinny man chuckled humorlessly and said, "Why don"t you folks try as well?"
Only three men from his group stepped out.
One of them said, "Brother Fei, we don’t have your replicating skill. We’ll have to enter personally if we were to go in; the risk is huge."
Brother Fei answered with a frown, "This situation unprecedented. My clones didn’t meet any obstacle upon entering. Although they are illusory, they can still sense physical objects. This residence is huge, but there must be a limit to it. How can they not have come into contact with anything?"
"It’s better if a real person could go in to get a feel of the place. The emptiness now makes me miserable; even though my clones are still not gone yet, they can’t do anything!"
Another person commented with another frown, "Since the Residence of Nine Supremes came into existence, no one has succeeded in probing it. Every trespa.s.ser has died, without exception. Are we really going to violate the place in person?"
"This trip holds a substantial risk indeed, it’s not worth undertaking…" Another person stroked his beard and said with a grim face.
Brother Fei clenched his teeth and said, "Brother Liang, just go in. I’ll let my remaining three clones go in with you. As long as you stay together and never separate, I believe there has to be something that can be found."
He smiled and continued, "Even if the Residence of Nine Supremes had lurking danger, with my clones going in the frontline and Brother Liang’s Tenth… It shouldn’t be a problem to ensure you come out unscathed."
The one being called Brother Liang was an old man, who had seen some fifty to sixty years of age. He looked at Brother Fei with an icy gaze and hesitated. After some thinking only did he speak, "If so, this old man will enter and check it out. See if I can be the exception to the definite death of the Residence of Nine Supremes’ trespa.s.sers!"
Brother Fei did not complete what he said just now but Yun Yang’s eyes had still flickered in surprise.
Brother Liang? Tenth…?
Could this be Liang Yunqi, the man whom people called the Dragon of Clouds, the legend of Empire of Dayuan?
If Ling Xiaozui was the world’s legendary myth, then this person was the Empire of Dayuan’s legend.
He had countless disciples and cultivated generations of exceptional talents; he was also a Tenth Perfection expert himself. It was said that Dayuan’s emperor had to address him Tutor Liang respectfully when His Majesty met him in person.
As Yun Yang was wondering if this man was Dayuan’s legend, the three clones had moved together and soared airily to charge towards the Residence of Nine Supremes.
Brother Liang floated as if he held no weight as well, tailing the three clones as he entered the thick fog behind them.
The thick fog closed up, engulfing all traces of the clones and Brother Laing.
The thick fog was like a devil with its mouth opened wide, swallowing these four people with a large gulp.
"Although not all their experts have gone in, it’s still more than enough with that Liang fellow…" With a switch in thought, Yun Yang secretively lowered his head; the light in his eyes glowed with a flash as one of his hands that was in his sleeve took hold of Nine Heavens Dictum – the real Nine Heavens Dictum.
Everyone was still staring at the fog above the Residence of Nine Supremes, waiting.
Suddenly, the fog that had been quiet without any movement rose abruptly. With a swoos.h.i.+ng sound, a ferocious wind bellowed within the cloud of fog.
The dense fog was swished around then, rolling and gliding with the noise of the wind roaring; the scene was formidable.
There was a clump of gray clouds gathering in place in midair. After a while, a glaring brightness came from the cloud of fog!
Those who were boring their eyes into the situation at the Residence of Nine Supremes felt their eyes burn from the blinding light.
A purple lightning as thick as a man’s thigh materialized and struck with a deafening cry.
With the first came the second… Purple lightning appeared incessantly as they crisscrossed in the dense fog, growing from dozens to hundreds and finally to thousands.
The thunders roared alongside the cracks of lightning, the ground beneath everyone’s feet seemed to be quaking from it.
Watching such s scene, the veterans who were observing from the side wore mocking expressions.
Just you vermin want to destroy our Lord Nine Supremes’ residence?
You must be seeking death!
Since you seek death, you should really die then!
The lightning and thunder flashed ceaselessly. As they grew more violent, a ball of fire burned brightly within the clouds; the wind that swished the clouds around grew more vigorous as well, a green trace of wind could almost be seen within the fog…
It seemed like a solid wind was blowing,
At this moment, a ball of red appeared without any warning, turning the cloud of fog crimson at once.
A pained moan then sounded – Brother Fei who had been gesturing incantations outside suddenly paled as he spat a mouthful of blood.
Six more mouthfuls followed before he collapsed on the ground soft like mush without any more sound. He had lost consciousness.
Everyone on the spot understood the situation – his six clones inside were all dead.
No matter how magical the technique Shadow Clone was, being able to recover as long as one clone survived, it was not without its price. Brother Fei, whose six clones were all dead suffered from grave damage, his basic Qi greatly ruined.
The thunder did not stop while a person’s silhouette could still be seen vaguely in the rolling clouds. It was hopping and sprinting to avoid the storm within the fog at an incredible speed. Obviously, Brother Liang was still holding on and fighting against the combined attacks of the wind, thunder, and flame…
"Tenth Perfection expert indeed… Liang Yunqi, Dragon of Clouds… he can even hold on in such a situation, an amazing feat!!"
The rest of the group was mesmerized by the storm.
One who could avoid the ceaseless thunder and lightning, bear the sharp graze of the traces of wind, the attack of blood, and the burning flame at the same time… Dayuan’s legendary expert was indeed a grandmaster of one’s times, a legend of Dayuan!
However, this legendary expert could not get himself out. He was so near yet he could do nothing.
The next moment witnessed a cry from deep within the fog.
The color of blood grew even more radiant!
From the vague view, hundreds of thousands of lines of blood erupted from the grandmaster"s body that was hovering in the air!
The wind billowed ferociously like it never had before, almost deafening everyone with the vibrations it made. It was at this moment that the thunder grew vicious with an alarming speed!
The burning flame turned white-hot as well, its fumes soaring high into the heavens…
Boom!
One last splitting quake sounded; even the ground tremored thrice.
Everything then returned to silence, not a sound could be heard.
The color of blood was gone; the blazing flame was gone; the thunder was gone.
As the wind quieted down, the fog of clouds returned to its still state.
Even the most distinct smoke and traces of previous violence were all concealed by the clouds. It was as if… nothing had ever happened.
Everyone on the spot stared wildly, their backs seeped through with cold.
Everyone knew that not only Brother Fei’s six clones were all gone, Liang Yunqi, who was called a legend of one’s time, the Dragon of Clouds… had really turned into a dragon no one could ever see again in the clouds inside now
He was entirely gone!
This was the end of the legend, the last chapter of his life!
The old general from Dayuan stared at the clouds unblinking. Suddenly, with a roll of eyes, he fainted.
He had not expected this. It was just a simple probe but he had actually lost a great pillar of Dayuan’s martial artists!
With a worldly grandmaster’s level of Tenth Perfection cultivation base, he could not even escape the Nine Heavens Demesne that had lost the Nine Supremes!
"Why are none of you moving?"
Yun Yang shouted anxiously, "Call your people out quickly! The Residence of Nine Supremes is Yutang’s sacred place. It’s really ill-mannered and unreasonable for you all to do this! Make them come out quick! Otherwise, none of us from Yutang will ever stop going against you! I’m speaking the truth, I’m not even threatening all of you!"
Come out?
Everyone sighed. If the old marshal from Dayuan had not fainted, perhaps he could even sigh out loud, "If I can call them out, I would have f*cking done so long ago! How I wish I could call them out – no, I wish that this has never happened at all. Why make Master Liang seek death inside?!"
What could possibly "come out"?
Six clones of Brother Fei had entered and a Tenth Perfection grandmaster expert… most likely they would not be able to come out again.
As for Brother Fei himself who was standing outside, he would more or less be like trash in the recent eight to ten years from the severe damage, as his six clones would be killed continuously in such a short period of time.
All six clones were dead and had almost brought his soul along… There would be a way to recover, definitely, but how could it be any easy with the humongous price that came along with the method?
Everyone’s face was pale and filled with disbelief.
Looking at the dense cloud above Residence of Nine Supremes, their bodies could not help shuddering as the thunder storm was still ongoing and striking each one of them…
Such ending was extremely surprising.
Han Sanhe was rather rigid. He actually felt some sense of fate. It was lucky that the initial rash side was not his side. If it had been his side who had made the first move, the one suffering losses would be Dongxuan’s force then. It could have been worse.
"Residence of Nine Supremes is indeed mystical. It’s not destructible by human force," Han Sanhe sighed softly.
Those around him nodded silently, their emotions inexplicably complicated.
"No wonder Ling Xiaozui, who has frequented Yutang, has never come close to the Residence of Nine Supremes. It’s the sense of an ultimate expert to automatically avoid danger yet we probe around arrogantly. We’re really killing ourselves, seeking our own death… we can’t blame anyone else." Another old marshal sighed as well, his expression solemn.