GBP Chapter 118 He actually did it!
Chapter 118 He actually did it!
A strange power surged in like a tide, and Zhuang Yu felt his spiritual energy being suppressed, as if he were sinking into a quagmire, making it difficult to move.
His heart tightened as the beast's crimson eyes locked onto him, its intense killing intent almost tangible, making it hard for him to breathe.
The surrounding air seemed to freeze, oppressively so that it was suffocating.
The deep roars of the monsters filled his ears, making his eardrums buzz.
But he didn't panic.
He looked down at the divine artifact in his hand, its dim light seemingly affected by the power, becoming even weaker.
The cool sensation of the artifact calmed him down, and a spark of hope rekindled in his eyes.
He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and his mind raced as he tried to find a way out of the predicament.
He looked around and found that Master Zixiao was also being suppressed by this strange power, and his face showed a look of shock and resentment.
Li Ming's face turned deathly pale as he stared in terror at the arrogant monster.
Although Wang Yao's spiritual power was weak and she was less affected, she still looked at Zhuang Yu with worry. Zhuang Yu was secretly on guard. He knew that Master Zixiao would not give up so easily, and he had to be careful to guard against his next move.
Unlike the others who frantically tried to force their way through the spiritual power suppression, he closed his eyes, focused his mind on the artifact, and attempted to communicate with its spirit.
“Senior Artifact Spirit,” Zhuang Yu’s voice echoed within the artifact space, “I am currently in a predicament. Could you lend me the power within the artifact to help me break through this suppression?”
His request surprised everyone.
In such a critical situation, few people can reach a consensus with the spirit of the artifact, let alone borrow the power inside the artifact.
Upon seeing this, Master Zixiao's eyes flashed with a hint of mockery, and he thought to himself, "A desperate struggle!"
However, the spirit's response surprised everyone.
"I greatly admire your composure," an ancient and majestic voice resounded in Zhuang Yu's mind. "I can lend you a hand."
Zhuang Yu was overjoyed as a powerful force surged from within the artifact, flowing throughout his entire body.
He suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze sharp and intense, and an unprecedented sense of power filled his body.
He glanced at the arrogant monster, a cold smile playing on his lips: "The game is only just beginning!"
"You..." Master Zixiao looked at Zhuang Yu in disbelief.
The power of the divine artifact surged forth like a flood bursting its banks, instantly breaking through the strange power that suppressed Zhuang Yu's spiritual energy.
Zhuang Yu was surrounded by a brilliant golden light, his robes fluttering in the wind, as if a god had descended to earth.
He slowly raised his right hand, and a dazzling light condensed in his palm, radiating an aura of world-destroying power.
The surrounding air was distorted as a result, producing crackling and popping sounds.
A powerful pressure swept across the entire area, making it almost impossible for everyone to breathe.
"What kind of magic is this?" Master Zixiao's pupils shrank suddenly, and a strong sense of unease surged in his heart.
He had never seen such power before; it far exceeded the capabilities of a Nascent Soul cultivator in the early stages.
Zhuang Yu's lips curled into a cold smile as he stared coldly at the terrified monster.
"This is divine punishment!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the light in his hand suddenly shot out, transforming into a dazzling pillar of light that shot straight into the sky and then struck the demonic beast with overwhelming force.
Wherever the beam of light passed, space seemed to be torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound.
The monster let out a terrified roar, its massive body twisting desperately in an attempt to evade the fatal blow.
However, the divine punishment was incredibly fast, like a persistent, insidious disease, locking onto it tightly, making escape impossible.
With a deafening roar, the beam of light struck the monster hard.
The dazzling light instantly engulfed the monster's massive body, and a terrifying energy wave swept outwards, causing the surrounding mountains to shake violently as if they were about to collapse at any moment.
The monster let out a shrill scream, its massive body began to tremble violently, and shocking cracks appeared on its surface.
It struggled frantically, but could not stop its body from collapsing.
Zhuang Yu did not stop there.
A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and his hands quickly formed hand seals, unleashing several more terrifying spells in succession, completely engulfing the demonic beast in a dazzling light.
Finally, the monster let out a desperate howl, its massive body collapsed with a crash, turning into dust that dissipated into the heavens and earth.
Everything around fell silent, except for the mountain peaks which trembled slightly, as if telling the story of the earth-shattering battle that had just taken place.
Everyone stared in disbelief at the scene before them. They had never imagined that Zhuang Yu, with his early Nascent Soul cultivation, could so easily kill such a powerful demonic beast.
"He...he actually did it..." Master Zixiao's face was deathly pale, his lips trembling.
Wang Yao...
Wang Yao ran excitedly towards Zhuang Yu, tears blurring her vision, and glistening teardrops rolled down her cheeks like broken pearls.
She buried her face in Zhuang Yu's arms, holding him tightly, as if she wanted to pour out all her worries and longing.
Zhuang Yu held her tightly, feeling her body temperature and her heartbeat, a warm feeling welling up inside him.
The two embraced and wept. Some of the cultivators around them looked on with envy, while others silently blessed the couple who had survived the test of life and death.
"Silly girl, why are you crying?" Zhuang Yu gently stroked Wang Yao's hair and whispered in her ear, "I'm perfectly fine, aren't I?"
Wang Yao looked up at him, her eyes brimming with tears, and choked out, "I...I...I'm afraid...afraid of losing you..."
Zhuang Yu gently wiped away her tears and said tenderly, "No, I promise you, I will never let you worry again."
He gently kissed her forehead. Wang Yao closed her eyes, feeling his tenderness and love, her heart filled with sweetness and happiness.
In the distance, Master Zixiao sat slumped on the ground, his face filled with despair and resentment.
He watched Zhuang Yu and Wang Yao embrace, and his heart felt like it was being torn apart.
Everything he had painstakingly built up—his reputation, his status—vanished in an instant.
His disciple Li Ming has long since disappeared, perhaps fleeing to escape punishment, or perhaps already perished in the jaws of a demonic beast.
He, once a powerful Nascent Soul cultivator, has now become a complete failure.
He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his flesh, yet he felt no pain whatsoever.
He hated, he envied, he resented the injustice of fate. Why was it Zhuang Yu, a humble grassroots boy, who possessed such great power and such perfect love?
"No... I'm not reconciled..." he hissed, his voice filled with resentment and despair.
Suddenly, Zhuang Yu released Wang Yao and slowly raised the divine weapon in his hand...
The instrument once again emitted a dazzling light...
The artifact shone brightly in Zhuang Yu's hands, like a rising sun illuminating the entire valley.
The light shone on Zhuang Yu's face, highlighting his resolute features and adding to his sacred and inviolable majesty.
He surveyed his surroundings with piercing eyes, and a powerful aura emanated from him, making the surrounding cultivators almost unable to breathe.
"Today, I, Zhuang Yu, in the name of the master of the divine artifact, declare to you all," his voice booming like a great bell, "that I will embark on a new journey with the divine artifact, to explore a wider world, and to pursue a higher realm!"
His voice was firm and resonant, full of confidence and determination.
The cultivators present all knelt down and worshipped Zhuang Yu. They knew that from this moment on, Zhuang Yu would become a new legend in the entire cultivation world, a myth that no one could surpass.
"Master Zhuang Yu will live forever!"
A thunderous roar of cheers echoed through the sky, and Zhuang Yu, bathed in the admiration of the crowd, was filled with lofty ambitions.
He never imagined that he, a once unknown grassroots boy, could have reached this point today.
He felt the surging power within him and the warm touch of the divine artifact, his heart filled with boundless hope and anticipation.
Just then, Zhuang Yu suddenly felt a strange movement. A peculiar energy fluctuation came from deep within his dantian, making him feel a chill.
He subconsciously looked at his dantian, only to see that the originally calm and mysterious space was now rippling, as if something was about to break out of its cocoon.
"This is..." Zhuang Yu frowned slightly, his heart filled with doubt.
The sudden change caught him off guard.
He didn't know what this strange movement meant, whether it was a blessing or a curse, but he had a vague feeling that it seemed to be a new beginning, a beginning full of unknowns and challenges.
He took a deep breath, suppressing his doubts and unease, his eyes shining with anticipation.
He turned to look at Wang Yao, a confident smile playing on his lips.
"Yao'er, let's go."
Wang Yao nodded, held Zhuang Yu's hand tightly, and the two smiled at each other. Their figures gradually disappeared from everyone's sight, leaving only a legendary silhouette that will be forever engraved in the annals of the cultivation world.
"The gate to space seems... to be opening..." Zhuang Yu murmured to himself, his tone filled with excitement and anticipation.