The Lord of Void and Real

Chapter 128: 127: God-descent Technique

Chapter 128: Chapter 127: God-descent Technique

The anguished screams of the demon opposite grew more and more piercing, and its strength was rapidly weakening, as if it were on the verge of having its spirit completely obliterated by the abruptly unleashed Technique of taming beasts and summoning spirits.

Shen Luo quickly steadied his thoughts and with great effort, managed to take control of the frosty flux and swiftly formed a Spiritual Communication Seal, passing it over.

Without any hesitation, the demon accepted the Spiritual Communication Seal, the dark black runes that had been violently gushing towards it gradually slowed to a stop.

Relieved, Shen Luo was about to investigate further when the frosty flux began to dissipate at high speed. In the blink of an eye, it completely disappeared, leaving not even a trace within his dantian. It was as if it had never even existed.

His vision blurred, and his Divine Sense withdrew from the blue space, returning to the real world.

Shen Luo suddenly felt empty, as if the meridians within his body were barren, his mental strength greatly depleted, sending throbbing waves of pain through his mind. He collapsed to the side.

“Junior Brother Shen, are you alright?” A hand extended from the side to support him. It was Bai Xiaotian who, unbeknownst to him, had come to his side.

Just then, rough waves began rolling over the surface of the lake not far in front of Shen Luo. A colossal, lid-shaped shadow began to emerge from the water. A water arrow shot out and zoomed towards Bai Xiaotian.

Caught off guard, Bai Xiaotian raised his hand urgently, releasing a red flash of light. His Copper Coin Flying Sword collided with the water arrow.

With a resounding “clang”, the water arrow splintered, but the Copper Coin Flying Sword was also knocked back half a foot, its surface shimmering vibrantly.

“Little Gui, he’s my friend, do not attack recklessly.” Shen Luo quickly interjected, although his voice sounded weak due to his lack of strength.

The shadow in the lake paused and then, with a light chirp, quickly sank back, disappearing into the water.

Seeing this, Bai Xiaotian waved his hand and recalled his Copper Coin Flying Sword.

“My spirit beast is protective of its master. Brother Bai, please don’t take offense to its actions.” Shen Luo apologized.

“Your spiritual beast is quite alert. Are you alright?” Bai Xiaotian asked, shrugging.

“I am fine, I just exhausted all my mana casting a secret technique.” Shen Luo replied weakly, unable to even turn his head to look at him.

“Gu Hualing might come at us any time now. You should recover quickly. I’ll protect you,” Bai Xiaotian said.

Shen Luo thanked him then slowly sat down and started to recover his mana using the Nameless Cultivation Technique.

It was unclear how much time passed before his mana gradually replenished, and his mental strength also recovered significantly, no longer feeling a stab of pain in his head.

When Shen Luo slowly opened his eyes, he was shocked to see faint golden lines, like some sort of runes, forming on the exposed skin of Bai Xiaotian’s wrist, neck, giving off a sense of mystery.

He had been too weak to notice it beforehand.

“My preparations have finally paid off,” Bai Xiaotian saw Shen Luo wake up and raised his hands, looking at the golden lines on them excitedly.

“What happened to you? Is it some kind of spell?” Shen Luo couldn’t contain his curiosity, and asked.

“This is the God-descent Technique of the Bai family. It’s my first time using it, so it took this long to complete. If my father saw me now, he would surely chastise me. I wonder when that demon woman will arrive. I’ll show her the power of this technique!” Bai Xiaotian said, looking toward the distant horizon with a smile.

Seeing that Bai Xiaotian intended to change the topic, Shen Luo did not posh for more information.

At this moment, the sky is pitch black. It’s deep in the night. However, a bright moon hangs in the middle of the sky, making the surroundings still quite bright.

He looks around and finds that the golden array on the shore has disappeared. It must have been retrieved by Bai Xiaotian.

Just as he is about to discuss tactics with Bai Xiaotian, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly sees a grey shadow flying swiftly toward them like a great bird from the distance. He squints his eyes.

“Gu Hualing!”

Bai Xiaotian turns to look when he hears the name. Far from being frightened, his face shows a trace of excitement.

“Has she finally arrived?”

He mutters, flips his hand to take out an object and pushes it into Shen Luo’s hand. It’s a jet-black awl, about two fingers long, with a crimson talisman attached to the end – the same talismanic instrument that Bai Xiaotian had used before.

“Junior Brother Shen, your talismanic instrument is destroyed. It is too dangerous to fight against Gu Hualing relying solely on the Water-control technique. Here is the Black Spirit Awl for you to use first.” Bai Xiaotian spoke rapidly.

Shen Luo is taken aback but doesn’t reject it. He thanks Bai Xiaotian and accepts the awl, silently operating his mana to infuse into it, familiarizing himself with its power.

The grey shadow soon arrives and lands not far from Shen and Bai, revealing Gu Hualing. She looks somewhat haggard at this moment, with an air of being battered by wind and rain, clearly having rushed here all the way.

“You two juniors, going by your postures, could it be that you have been waiting for me for quite a while?” Gu Hualing looks at Shen Luo and Bai Xiaotian with a playful expression, especially lingering her gaze on Bai Xiaotian. She chuckles lightly, surprisingly not attacking immediately.

“Friend Gu is right. Shen Luo and I have indeed been waiting here on purpose. We wanted to have a talk with you.” Bai Xiaotian reveals a bright smile and responds.

Although Shen Luo isn’t clear about what Bai Xiaotian means, he doesn’t ask, just keeps a close watch on every move of Gu Hualing.

“Go ahead, I’m listening.” Gu Hualing slightly raises her chin, her bright eyes are shining like crescent moons, and she prompts them, lips slightly parted.

“We can give the Pure Yang Scripture to you. In return, you must swear to let us leave safely.” Bai Xiaotian’s words astound everyone nearby, not only Gu Hualing but also Shen Luo.

“So, the Pure Yang Scripture is indeed with you, Junior Brother Bai?” Gu Hualing’s eyes narrow, showing a hint of cunning, her emotions unclear.

Shen Luo looks at Bai Xiaotian while his peripheral vision scans his own package lying on the ground. There’s no sign of the package being opened, the knot on it is still the one he tied.

Bai Xiaotian keeps his smiling expression, doesn’t speak but reaches into his bosom. When he removes his hand, it holds a round, milky-white jade piece about the size of a baby’s fist.

Seeing this, Shen Luo secretly releases a sigh of relief.

Gu Hualing, seeing the jade piece in Bai Xiaotian’s hand, starts to chuckle softly. Her body quivers as if she is holding back laughter, but her eyes are unusually cold.

“Why are you laughing, Sister Gu? Could it be that you’re not interested in this Pure Yang Scripture?” Bai Xiaotian says lightly.

“Bai Xiaotian, having set my heart on the Pure Yang Scripture, how could I miss identifying it, true or false? Do you think you can deceive me by simply showing me anything?” Gu Hualing stops laughing, a grim expression suddenly appears on her face, and she moves her foot slightly.

“Whoosh” “Whoosh” “Whoosh”

Three extremely thin, nearly transparent bone needles are shot out from under her foot. They glide close to the ground, aiming for Bai Xiaotian. These are the three bone needles Gu Hualing used before. Their appearance is so strange and their speed so fast that, after a few indistinct flashes, they are firmly embedded in Bai Xiaotian’s left calf.