Imperial Cultivation Chapter 1511 - 1507: Eye Contact

The Golden Order pierced his bronze-like broad shoulder as if slicing through tofu.

"Sss."

He pulled out the Golden Order, a blood arrow spurted forth, and the excitement on his face froze when he saw that the Golden Order remained unsullied by a drop of blood.

"Still not working?"

Unconvinced, he stabbed the shoulder again, but it went through effortlessly.

This time he didn’t hurry to pull it out, letting the Golden Order stay embedded in the shoulder.

The next moment, his face changed drastically.

The Golden Order suddenly radiated brilliantly. Amid the golden glow, his sturdy middle-aged face twisted grotesquely, as if enduring the torture of a thousand cuts.

"Ah—!"

With a roar, he abruptly drew out the Golden Order.

The Golden Order was like a small sun, its golden light too dazzling to behold.

Despite his painful contortions, he grasped the Golden Order tightly, even though he grew increasingly grotesque, his grip remained firm.

"Ah—!"

He let out a miserable howl.

The surrounding mountain peaks’ trees all shed their leaves silently.

The abyss below revealed patches of silver white, with fish flipping belly up.

In the void, white clouds paused.

This wretched howl gathered all his life-long cultivation, its power astonishing.

The Golden Order was still like a small sun, while he still grasped it tightly, unyielding.

"Ah—Ah—!"

The miserable howling continued endlessly.

Yet it grew weaker.

However, the Golden Order didn’t diminish its brightness in the slightest, even as his screams weakened, his hand still clutched the Golden Order firmly.

At this moment, he resembled a statue of wretched howling.

His face twisted, mouth open to scream but no sound coming out.

Upon witnessing this scene, Chu Zhiyuan within the Heaven-Reaching Sect shook his head repeatedly.

Upon seeing the next moment, he shook his head even more.

The golden glow expanded swiftly, enveloping the burly middle-aged man, then contracted into his skin.

The next moment, the sturdy middle-aged man looked up and laughed heartily.

"Haha..."

Laughing, he leapt up, moving through the air as if walking on flat ground, assuming a peculiar posture.

Left palm upright, right fist pressed against the palm.

Serious and solemn, devout and respectful.

The Golden Order in his hand had disappeared.

He assumed the solemn and respectful posture, remaining motionless.

After about ten breaths, a golden shadow gradually appeared two yards away, seeming to flicker like a shadow beneath clear spring water.

He bowed to this golden shadow, then changed his posture again.

The golden shadow solidified slightly.

He changed his posture again.

The golden shadow solidified slightly again; its contours vaguely discernible.

Resembling a four-meter tall giant, stately and towering, quietly hovering in the void.

The golden light flowed continuously, with indistinct and hazy shadows.

Upon seeing this, Chu Zhiyuan frowned.

This gold medal isn’t Divine Language; if it were Divine Language, he wouldn’t be able to read the characters on it.

He could read the words on it through the Donghuan Saint Technique, but unfortunately, he couldn’t recognize them.

And the blurry shadow, in the eyes of that sturdy middle-aged man, is it clear?

If it’s not clear, he should continue practicing instead of staying still, offering respectful salutes.

"Humsufuh..."

An unusual sound floated out.

Fumbling and obscure, one heard only the sound, finding it difficult to derive the corresponding phonetics from the sound.

The mouth of the golden blurred shadow emitted clusters of golden light, which spread and transformed into sound, manifesting as those strange notes.

The burly middle-aged man showed a look of intoxication, a look of ecstasy, as if listening to celestial music.

Upon witnessing this, Chu Zhiyuan frowned more tightly.

This was definitely not Divine Language.

As the sound penetrated his ears, he immediately felt alert and wary.

This was a mysterious reflex reaction, not a feeling formed after discernment.

Born from intuition.

He then knew that this golden statue was not of good origin, very likely dangerous.

The burly middle-aged man as a Spirit Venerable surprisingly had no power to resist.

He shook his head and sighed.

This was succumbing to greed, even a Spirit Venerable couldn’t be exempted.

Too craving, too excited for Divine Clan Martial Arts, thus losing judgment.

And possibly too close, previously recognizing master with blood, raising expectations, and becoming overly excited upon emergence.

A series of strange notes sounded, and the burly middle-aged man recited alongside.

At first, he couldn’t produce these strange sounds.

Gradually, again and again, tirelessly, he finally managed to utter them.

With each note uttered, his breath expanded a portion, growing stronger.

Golden light began to emanate from him.

As he produced more strange notes, his golden light grew dazzling, eventually transforming into a small sun, blindingly radiant.

The Donghuan Saint Technique couldn’t discern his form anymore, only an eye-catching cluster of golden light, a round golden sun remained.

At a certain moment, the golden sun shone brightly, with ten thousand feet of golden light spreading.

When the golden light vanished, everything at the original location disappeared.

The towering golden shadow was gone, the burly middle-aged man was gone.

Nor was the Golden Sword Token seen.

Chu Zhiyuan watched in bafflement, frowning in deep thought.

He then focused his spirit on the transformation during the golden light.

Spiritual power drained like a dam bursting, exchanging for all changes to slow down.

The originally swift, too fast to see clearly movements turned into slow motion.

Through slow motion, he clarified the true changes.

The sturdy middle-aged man radiated brilliantly, then turned illusionary; amidst illusion, the golden sword token vaguely appeared.

Simultaneously, the golden shadow suddenly solidified, transformed into a golden statue.

The statue bore four faces, each with different appearances, unlike one another.

A sharp face was a cold, indifferent middle-aged man; a square face was a refined middle-aged man; a horse face was a rugged middle-aged man; a round face was an ugly middle-aged man.

Each face looked toward a different direction, their expressions solemn and dignified, eyes aloof as if gazing upon all beings.

Upon seeing this statue, Chu Zhiyuan felt a rise of vigilance in his heart.

They glanced at the sky directly above.

Chu Zhiyuan felt a chill, wishing to shut his eyes immediately.

He distinctly sensed that the gaze was directed to him.

Despite spanning thousands of years, their gazes met.

Waves rippled in his mind.

The once quietly suspended red sun in the Jade Sea and Sky suddenly burst with radiance.

The Void above his head, the Demon Suppressing Divine Tree slowly manifested, swaying, scattering stardust onto him.

He awoke, with divine essence flowing, sweeping away all dust.

Discovering himself drenched in sweat.

"Junior Brother, what’s wrong?"

Zhang Ji Yuan asked Chu Zhiyuan, sitting cross-legged on the Heaven-Reaching Hall mat, with concern.

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head, "Had a nightmare."

He and Zhu Lingyun’s hearts and spirits were connected, while using Donghuan Saint Technique, they both endured the gaze.

Should be said it was four gazes.

Ning Dongge said, "Nightmare?"

Spirit Venerables should not have nightmares anymore.

He exchanged glances with Zhang Ji Yuan.

Apparently, Song Wantao brought enormous pressure, making Junior Brother dream a nightmare.

Zhang Ji Yuan said, "Junior Brother, maybe we should go guard the Prince Mansion?"

Ning Dongge shook his head, "Going would just cause them trouble."

"No need." Chu Zhiyuan said, "I have already made arrangements."

"What arrangements? How did you arrange it?" Zhang Ji Yuan curiously pursued.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled, "Used a Spiritual Artifact, if there’s danger, he can return instantly."

Zhang Ji Yuan said, "Unless we have Grandmaster Wang help."

Ning Dongge said, "Then it would be better to directly move into Grandmaster Wang’s Cave Mansion."

"That’s even better." Zhang Ji Yuan said.

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head smiling.

Ning Dongge said, "Junior Brother, you should start building your Cave Mansion, having your own will be more convenient."

Zhang Ji Yuan said, "Cave Mansion is too time-consuming; distant water can’t quench present thirst."

Chu Zhiyuan slowly nodded.

His own Cave Mansion should indeed be on the agenda, already Fourth Transition, surpassing Lower Three Transitions, possessing self-preservation abilities.

Moreover, the Cave Mansion can set up arrays, link to Spiritual Artifacts, providing stronger protection.

But first, Song Wantao must be eliminated.