Chapter 834: Reunion with the Thunder Seal, The Relic's Backlash

As Mo Yu and his group stepped into the ancient hall, radiant light seemed to gather before their eyes. When they refocused, an imposing and grandiose great hall appeared before them.

The interior was paved with black stone, with numerous towering pillars engraved with thunderous storm-like patterns, as if they were supporting the entire structure.

At the center of the hall lay a dark pool, with wisps of white mist rising continuously from it, spreading throughout the hall.

As Mo Yu and his group inhaled a trace of the mist, their expressions shifted subtly in astonishment. They had just realized that this white mist contained an incredibly pure and vast spiritual energy.

“That pool…” Xuan Luo’s eyes gleamed as he fixed his gaze on the tranquil water, unconsciously licking his lips.

“Prison Lord, that’s a pool formed entirely from Supreme Spirit Liquid!”

Hearing this, Mo Yu’s eyes narrowed slightly. To condense such a pure pool from Supreme Spirit Liquid, the required amount must be in the billions of drops.

Such an amount was not a trivial sum, even for the current Thunder Prison.

“As expected of one of the Nine Halls. Truly wealthy beyond measure.” Mo Yu sighed in admiration, but he did not immediately attempt to seize the Supreme Spirit Liquid. Instead, he lifted his gaze and carefully examined the great hall.

With a single sweep of his eyes, his attention immediately locked onto the depths of the hall, where two massive stone pillars stood. Atop them, radiance bloomed, enveloping two objects within.

A silver thunder seal and a silver jade scroll.

Mo Yu’s gaze instantly fixated on the silver thunder seal, and his pupils involuntarily contracted as his voice trembled slightly. “That’s a saint artifact… the Baleful Thunder Dragon Seal?!”

Though the thunder seal appeared calm, Mo Yu could still sense a familiar and unnerving fluctuation emanating from it—it was precisely the Baleful Thunder Dragon Seal his true self had obtained before!

As for the silver jade scroll beside it, it was undoubtedly extraordinary; otherwise, it wouldn’t have been placed on equal footing with the Baleful Thunder Dragon Seal.

“Looks like we’ve hit the jackpot this time.” Mo Yu chuckled lightly.

“Though treasures are tempting, they won’t be so easy to claim,” Qing Yanjing suddenly murmured.

The moment her words fell, a sudden change erupted in the hall. From the stone throne above, an indistinct figure quietly emerged.

This person was clad in silver robes, appearing middle-aged, with a dignified yet imposing face. A powerful spiritual energy fluctuation slowly emanated from his body.

As Mo Yu and his companions took in the sight of this silver-robed man, their expressions tensed. Judging by his position and the overwhelming aura, this individual’s status within the Ancient Thunder Palace must have been extremely high.

Silence pervaded the hall as Mo Yu’s group stood motionless, their gazes locked onto the silver-robed man. They were uncertain whether he was a long-deceased corpse or… a creature corrupted by evil energy.

Under their watchful eyes, the silver-robed man’s body trembled slightly. Then, as if breaking free from millennia of slumber, his tightly shut eyes slowly opened.

His pupils were pitch-black, with faint traces of crimson—filled with overwhelming malevolence.

“Not good! He’s been corrupted by evil energy!” Mo Yu’s expression changed slightly.

Judging by his condition, this was identical to the corrupted corpses they had encountered before—the only difference was that this man’s aura was even deeper and more terrifying!

Boom!

The silver-robed man’s thunderous gaze locked onto Mo Yu. Then, he lifted his foot and stomped down.

Rumble!

A silver thunderstorm burst forth from beneath him, tearing through space like lightning and hurtling toward Mo Yu and his group, shattering the void in its wake.

Whoosh!

Just as the thunderstorm was about to engulf them, a radiant streak of light appeared. Xuan Luo and the others acted simultaneously, positioning themselves in front of the storm. Their combined spiritual energy condensed into a formidable slashing strike that cleaved downward.

The massive slash, spanning a hundred feet, roared like a dragon as it clashed head-on with the silver thunderstorm.

Boom!

Upon impact, space itself seemed to rupture, sending visible shockwaves surging outward, accompanied by deafening thunderclaps.

Rumble!

Xuan Luo and the others shuddered violently, then were blasted backward by the terrifying backlash, crashing into one of the massive stone pillars and shattering it into dust.

Splurt!

They spat out fresh blood in unison, their auras instantly plummeting.

In just a single exchange, their combined attack—executed by fifteen peak-stage Ninth-Grade Supremes—had been utterly overpowered.

Seeing this, Mo Yu’s expression shifted slightly. It was evident that the silver-robed man’s strength was beyond ordinary.

Huff.

Taking a deep breath, Mo Yu’s eyes glowed with cold determination. His grip tightened as radiant energy surged forth, revealing a pitch-black stone staff.

It was none other than the Primordial Golden-Banded Staff.

Boom!

With the cudgel in hand, Mo Yu’s boundless spiritual energy erupted violently. Even a perfected Ninth-Grade Supreme expert would feel a deep sense of dread under this pressure.

Meanwhile, Qing Yanjing swiftly formed hand seals, her slender hands glowing with ethereal white light. Threads of spiritual energy gathered in her palms, forming a mysterious and ancient spirit array that radiated an oppressive force.

As the powerful formation emerged, it counteracted much of the silver-robed man’s overwhelming pressure.

Roar!

Despite lacking intelligence, the silver-robed man instinctively sensed danger from the formidable opposition before him. A low growl rumbled from his throat as the evil energy around him surged even more fiercely.

Mo Yu felt the torrential spiritual power coursing through his body, his battle spirit igniting in his eyes. Without hesitation, he stomped the ground and shot forward like a streak of light.

“Attack!”

His thunderous command reverberated through the hall.

Whoosh!

As his voice echoed, Mo Yu led the charge, wielding his cudgel with overwhelming force. Infused with his boundless spiritual energy, a devastating staff shadow tore through the void, aiming straight for the silver-robed man’s chest.

Augmented by the Primordial Golden-Banded Staff, Mo Yu’s strike was exceptionally ferocious, powerful enough to tear apart even a peak Ninth-Grade Supreme expert.

As the staff shadow expanded within the silver-robed man’s dark pupils, a sudden eruption of vast black light surged from his body, resembling an ominous, rising smoke—an aura of pure malevolence.

The silver-robed man stretched out his pitch-black hand, malevolent energy surging around his palm. As he grabbed forward, the space before him shattered, and a fierce staff shadow suddenly emerged—only to be caught firmly in his grasp.

Buzz!

The space trembled, and a low hum spread outward. However, the deadly staff strike, capable of effortlessly tearing through a peak Ninth Grade Supreme powerhouse, was completely halted within the grip of that dark palm, unable to advance even an inch.

Seeing his attack so easily stopped, Mo Yu’s gaze darkened slightly. He could sense the terrifying power contained within that pitch-black hand at the end of his staff.

That palm was like a black hole, devouring everything—no matter how fiercely his spiritual energy surged against it, it failed to stir even the slightest ripple before vanishing completely.

The silver-robed man’s sinister black eyes locked onto Mo Yu, a mocking smile tugging at his lips. Then, his fingers clenched abruptly.

Bang!

The fierce staff shadow was instantly crushed within his grip.

Crushing the staff shadow with one hand, the silver-robed man raised his fist and punched toward Mo Yu from afar. Black energy coiled around his knuckles, and as the punch descended, the void ahead shattered instantly.

Boom!

A streak of black light tore through space, appearing before Mo Yu at an indescribable speed before ruthlessly slamming into his chest.

Mo Yu’s body was sent flying as if struck by a massive blow. Along the way, towering stone pillars crumbled into dust under the terrifying force.

After being blasted back for over a thousand zhang, Mo Yu finally managed to stabilize himself in a rather disheveled state. Despite his formidable Primodial Ancestral Ape Physique, his internal energy churned violently, and a trace of blood surfaced at his throat.

“Mo Yu, be careful!”

At that moment, Qing Yanjing’s urgent cry rang out from behind. The silver-robed man had already vanished and was now charging straight toward Mo Yu.

Mo Yu’s expression darkened further at the sight. This person had likely been a Greater Earthly Supreme, or even at the Perfected Earthly Supreme stage, before his death. Even without cultivation, his powerful physique alone was not something Mo Yu could contend with.

Gritting his teeth, Mo Yu suddenly retrieved a Thunder Orb from his robe and hurled it at the approaching silver-robed man.

A streak of silver light flashed across the sky, hurtling toward the incoming foe. Faintly, the sound of rolling thunder echoed, carrying a sense of utter destruction.

Buzz! Buzz!

In an instant, the silver light appeared before the silver-robed man, trembling slightly before unleashing a deafening thunderclap.

Rumble!

It was as if divine lightning had descended to annihilate the heavens. The resounding explosion shook the entire grand hall!

Endless thunderous radiance, thick and viscous like molten lightning, flooded the hall.

A terrifying force brewed and erupted.

Such power was capable of truly annihilating heaven and earth.

Anyone below the Earthly Supreme level would be utterly incapable of withstanding such an attack.

The surging lightning storm swept forward like an unstoppable tidal wave, shattering space wherever it passed.

Everything it touched was reduced to ashes.

At the heart of it all stood the silver-robed man. Vast torrents of black energy erupted from his body, momentarily resisting the oncoming lightning storm.

However, in the blink of an eye, the lightning roared forth with unstoppable momentum, tearing through the black energy and drowning the silver-robed man entirely.

For a moment, the entire world seemed to be composed of nothing but lightning.

Yet, even as the silver-robed man was consumed, Mo Yu was not spared from the devastation.

A mighty wave of lightning surged forth, carrying a destructive force as it crashed into Mo Yu.

Pfft!

Even with his Primodial Ancestral Ape Physique mitigating the impact, Mo Yu still spewed a mouthful of blood. His body felt as if it were on the verge of shattering before he was violently slammed into the ground, embedding deep into the earth. His entire skeleton seemed to have fractured completely.

Despite his severe injuries, Mo Yu gritted his teeth and forced himself to look toward the silver-robed man. He saw Qing Yanjing wave her sleeve, instantly activating the pre-prepared Extinction Evil Formation, which surged toward the enemy.

Just as Mo Yu let out a breath of relief—

Boom!

A shattering sound suddenly erupted!

A streak of black light tore through the Extinction Evil Formation, dashing toward a towering stone pillar.

Mo Yu’s face changed dramatically. Somehow, the pitch-black silver-robed man had appeared atop the stone pillar, his hand stretching out to grasp the Baleful Thunder Dragon Seal.

Boom!

Terrifying thunder force erupted from the seal, as if about to tear the entire space apart.

That was a true Saint Artifact!

Mo Yu and Qing Yanjing’s expressions shifted drastically. Neither of them had expected that the silver-robed man—who lacked intelligence—would suddenly display such cunning, seizing the Saint Artifact.

However, after the initial shock, Mo Yu quickly recalled something, and his gaze flickered with realization.

If he remembered correctly, Saint Artifacts possessed their own spirit and would not allow themselves to be wielded by members of the Extraterritorial Evil Clan.

As expected—

A sudden change occurred the next moment.

Buzz! Buzz!

Billowing waves of black energy erupted from the silver-robed man’s body as he attempted to activate the Baleful Thunder Dragon Seal for a devastating attack.

Yet—

A powerful surge of thunder force erupted from the seal, scattering the invading black energy in an instant.

Roar!

A beast-like growl escaped the silver-robed man’s throat, carrying a hint of pain. His hand clenched tightly, trying to hold onto the Saint Artifact.

Boom!

However, the seal seemed to possess a will of its own, forcibly breaking free from his grasp before slashing toward him instead.

Boom!

A massive bolt of thunder materialized out of thin air, resembling a roaring Thunder Dragon that tore through the void and viciously struck the silver-robed man.

Bang!

A thunderous explosion resounded as the silver-robed man was sent flying, crashing heavily against the grand hall’s walls. The entire hall trembled violently from the impact.

Taking the full brunt of the attack, the silver-robed man’s black radiance rapidly dimmed, and his once-vast black energy began to dissipate.

Seeing this, Mo Yu couldn’t help but smile slightly, murmuring, “So this is the backlash of a Saint Artifact…”