Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1715 - 924: Capturing the Divine Remains, Freezing the Primordial Spirit (Part 2)

He vaguely felt Lu Qing's location and immediately set out to meet him.

Within moments, Zhao Sheng spotted a colossal flame illuminating the darkness ahead, his eyes instantly gleaming with anticipation.

In the blink of an eye, he had traversed thousands of feet of water, witnessing Lu Qing transformed into a colossal, hundred-foot-tall flame spirit.

Lu Qing, upon seeing Zhao Sheng's arrival, expressed surprise but quickly projected his voice: "Fellow Daoist Zhao, you've arrived at an opportune moment! It's quite a spectacle unfolding here."

Zhao Sheng followed the guidance of his will and immediately sensed two immense, powerful presences fiercely clashing in the waters five hundred miles away.

Upon closer inspection, he discerned that both sides were extraordinary. One was a Great Ability of the Demon Clan, possessing a white-browed, indigo face and resembling a magnificent horse-monkey. The other was a monk clad in crimson robes, with benevolent eyes and nine hair vortexes atop his head.

The two sides had not yet engaged in physical combat but were instead locked in a contest of 'inner strength' across the void, relying solely on their willpower.

Suspended precisely at the nexus of their clashing wills was a gleaming silver wine pot.

The wine pot emanated a subtle silver luminescence, making it remarkably conspicuous against the pervasive darkness.

Zhao Sheng could not help but feel a sense of astonishment at this sight.

"Fellow Daoist Zhao, shall we venture over and lend our assistance?" Lu Qing transmitted, his voice tinged with eagerness.

Zhao Sheng, after a moment of rapid thought, decisively declined: "There's no need! While treasures are valuable, timing is also crucial. Who knows how many fellow cultivators are observing in secret. It is best for us not to get involved."

In the Burial Immortal Ruins, where all things eventually fall silent, if a treasure spontaneously emits a radiant glow, it signifies that the item has given birth to a True Spirit.

This implies that the bright silver wine pot is, at the very least, a True Form Spirit Treasure. Whether it qualifies as a Primordial Yang or Heavenly Treasure would require further refinement through a ritual.

Zhao Sheng surmised that the treasure likely belonged to the True Form Spirit Treasure category; Primordial Yang and Heavenly Spirit Treasures that have awakened sentience would not typically find themselves in such a diminished state.

Lu Qing, his body flame flickering a few times, transmitted his voice with a trace of reluctance: "Very well... If you insist! The Gun God's Skeleton is what's most important right now."

Zhao Sheng nodded, gradually constricting the range of his will fluctuations, and focused his attention on Jixian Island, which was rapidly disintegrating.

Without the sustaining power of the Gun God's Divinity, the icy layer rapidly succumbed to the corrosive influence of the black water.

Rather than a simple melting, the process was more akin to 'contamination'.

The Pure Water ice crystals and the black water originated from the same source; thus, once they recombined, they swiftly became indistinguishable.

Within mere hours, Jixian Island had 'shrunk' to nearly half its original size. Amidst the dense remnants of debris, a colossal, pale white skeleton gradually materialized within Zhao Sheng's sensory range.

This pale white skeleton bore a resemblance to a coral reef, riddled with countless apertures, spanning approximately thirteen hundred miles in diameter.

At first glance, its surface appeared entirely encrusted with dense 'coral stones,' but upon closer examination, they were clearly numerous bone tumors and spurs of peculiar shapes.

The larger formations rivaled mountains in size, while the smaller ones were as delicate as fish scales, measuring no more than a foot in length.

Gazing upon the immense Gun God's Skeleton below, Zhao Sheng's heart stirred. His will, infused with heart-light, instantly coalesced into an invisible, hundred-mile-wide giant hand, which then slammed down upon the dense debris above.

With a deafening roar, countless fragments of debris were propelled towards the Gun God's Skeleton, carrying with them vast quantities of the surrounding black water.

After a single breath, the deluge of debris completely engulfed the Gun God's Skeleton. Yet, a bizarre phenomenon occurred.

The torrent showed no sign of deceleration, passing directly through the Gun God's Skeleton and plunging into the deeper darkness below, ultimately crashing against another mass of debris.

The Gun God's Skeleton remained suspended in its position, serenely unaffected.

"As anticipated... it is no longer within the same dimensional interface. What kind of realm did the Gun God inhabit during his life? Could it be... the level of a Constant Sun Golden Immortal?" Zhao Sheng's mind raced, ceaselessly contemplating the Gun God's past might and status.

Lu Qing, having observed Zhao Sheng's previous action, could not help but shake his head inwardly, thinking, "The Human Clan is indeed fraught with suspicion and cunning. It appears this king must devise several contingency plans."

Just then, Zhao Sheng suddenly transmitted: "Fellow Daoist Lu, approximately when do you anticipate the Gun God's Divinity will awaken?"

"It should be within seven days, the longest will not exceed nine days." Lu Qing quickly put away his small thoughts and secretly transmitted back.

Zhao Sheng nodded thoughtfully, a cold gleam quietly revealed near his right sleeve.

Time passed day by day, Zhao Sheng continually sensed the sudden appearance of unfamiliar will fluctuations.

By the fifth day, the old monsters no longer restrained their aura, each unleashed their self-will, occupying a piece of water territory.

Zhao Sheng and Lu Qing also occupied a space of several dozen miles and selected their target for action.

Over the course of five days, he discovered that around the Gun God’s Skeleton were seventeen strong will fluctuations, five of which were gathered together, while the lone individuals numbered only three.

Since the Gun God’s Skeleton was large enough, everyone had ample space, thus the scene was very harmonious, almost no fights occurred.

Seeing this situation, Zhao Sheng felt increasingly unsettled, wondering why Lu Qing would voluntarily approach for an alliance if there was ample space?

There must be something fishy!

Consequently, Zhao Sheng secretly heightened his vigilance, and Five Zhas quietly blended into the Five-Colored Barrier, ready to defend against any surprise attack.

Time passed swiftly, and in a flash, three days went by.

In these days, Zhao Sheng kept his eyes glued to the Gun God’s Skeleton below, with his heart light of will ready to burst at any moment.