Chapter 688: Crossing the River

Chapter 688: Chapter 688: Crossing the River

"Want to cross the river? Just give me a Soul Gemstone, or the soul of a Spirit Saint, and I’ll ferry you across."

In the incredibly eerie River of Seven Colors, a boat forged from countless white bones slowly approached. On it stood a skeleton draped in a gray cloak, its eyes flickering with shadowy flames as it addressed the Lord of the Origin.

The Lord of the Origin glanced at the skeleton. With a wave of his hand, an exquisitely crafted Leaf Boat, refined entirely from a single, giant leaf, materialized out of thin air.

The Nine-leaf Holy Tree was a wondrous tree that had long gone extinct on Blue Star. It grew one leaf every ten thousand years, and each leaf was a top-level material for boat building.

This particular Leaf Boat was a treasure refined from a leaf of the Nine-leaf Holy Tree, capable of sailing in many harsh environments.

"You, go!"

The Lord of the Origin pointed at a Spirit Saint under the command of the Ice Prince and gave the icy order.

"Yes!"

The Spirit Saint’s expression changed drastically. He exchanged a look with the few remaining Spirit Saints who had served the Ice Prince.

WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

The Spirit Saints unleashed various Secret Techniques, flying off in different directions.

With the Ice Prince dead, his Spirit Saints no longer had anyone to protect them. These Spirit Saints were all cunning individuals; naturally, they were unwilling to stay here and serve as cannon fodder.

The Lord of the Origin watched the fleeing Spirit Saints quietly, his hands clasped behind his back.

"Trying to escape? Too late!"

The God of Gray Mist grinned and snapped his fingers.

The fleeing Spirit Saints suddenly trembled as countless streams of gray mist poured from their bodies. They shuddered once more and were involuntarily pulled back to the God of Gray Mist’s side.

Before a Divine Spirit, even Spirit Saint Level experts were just as frail, like mere children.

"You, get over there!"

The God of Gray Mist reached out, tapped a Spirit Saint between the eyebrows, and two deep, dark vortexes appeared in his own eyes.

"Yes! My Lord!"

The Spirit Saint’s eyes became dazed for a moment before a flicker of fanaticism appeared within them. He carried the Leaf Boat to the edge of the River of Seven Colors and tossed it into the water.

Countless streams of gray, cursed energy surged from the River of Seven Colors, corroding the Leaf Boat.

A layer of green Spiritual Light emerged from the Leaf Boat, resisting the gray, cursed energy.

"You have no more use! Die!"

The Lord of the Origin smiled coldly and pointed at the bizarre ferryman.

A beam of Purifying Light descended from the sky, striking the ferryman.

The ferryman screamed as the Purifying Light corroded him. His body erupted in a cloud of gray mist before he finally disintegrated and vanished.

The moment the ferryman turned to dust, the bone boat also collapsed and disappeared.

Only then did the Lord of the Origin and his party board the Leaf Boat and set off toward the other side of the River of Seven Colors.

The Joy Goddess, Liu Mei, frowned slightly. "What should we do? On the other side of the river is the core of the Seven-Colored Divine Kingdom—the Seven-Colored Great Divine Hall!"

The Seven-Colored Great Divine Hall was the residence of the God of the Seven Colors, so his Treasure Vault was certain to be there. After all, for a Divine Spirit, their Divine Kingdom is the safest place.

A terrifying Divine Spirit wielding Intermediate Divine Power, while inside their own Divine Kingdom, could even match a Divine Spirit of the Powerful Divine Power Level.

If the Lord of the Origin’s party obtained the Divine Artifact of the God of the Seven Colors, their combat power would skyrocket. At that point, I’m afraid that even if Gabriel and his allies joined forces, they would be no match for him.

Gabriel stared intently at the Lord of the Origin’s party and said, "This River of Seven Colors isn’t that simple!"

As the Leaf Boat reached the middle of the River of Seven Colors, the river’s water suddenly began to churn violently.

A monster emerged. It had the head of a pheasant, the body of a snake, and was fifty meters long. Its flesh was tattered and torn, and it exuded an aura of decay and curses.

"The Ice Prince!!"

The Lord of the Origin’s brow furrowed slightly upon seeing the terrifying monster.

"Why? Why didn’t you save me? WHY?! Why didn’t you save me?! I want you to die! I want you all to die with me!!"

The Ice Prince, who had completely fallen and transformed into a bizarre curse, let out a piercing shriek. A twisted light glimmered in his eye sockets as he viciously slammed a claw toward the small boat carrying the Lord of the Origin and his party.

"Fog Lock!"

The God of Gray Mist, Burning his Divine Power, pointed a finger.

An immense fog instantly appeared and formed into mysterious shackles that wrapped around the Ice Prince. The mists roiled, attempting to corrode him.

A gray, cursed energy erupted from the Ice Prince’s body. In an instant, the mysterious fog shackles were corroded one by one, and the corruption began to spread toward the God of Gray Mist.

The God of Gray Mist’s expression changed drastically. He frantically started Burning his Divine Power and severed his connection to the fog shackles.

"Origin, Great Purifying Light!"

The Lord of the Origin’s gaze was like ice. Frantically Burning his Divine Power, he pointed at the Ice Prince.

A blindingly brilliant Great Purifying Light descended from the sky, bathing the Ice Prince in its glow.

The Ice Prince, formed from innumerable curses, let out a wretched scream. Gray mist billowed from his body as countless curses were directly purified.

The River of Seven Colors, a confluence of countless bizarre curses, churned. An endless Power of Curse surged into the Ice Prince’s body to resist the Lord of the Origin’s Great Purifying Light.

"Faster!"

With a thought from the Lord of the Origin, the Leaf Boat instantly accelerated, speeding toward the other side of the River of Seven Colors.

Just then, a terrifying aura emerged from the depths of the River of Seven Colors. A massive claw, shrouded in layers of gray curses, suddenly shot out and jabbed at the Leaf Boat.

The Leaf Boat’s Barrier instantly shattered, and the curse-laden, seven-colored river water gushed toward the Lord of the Origin and his party.

"Save me!! My Lord!!"

"Save me!!"

"..."

A series of piercing screams rang out. The Spirit Saint Level experts on the Leaf Boat used various Secret Techniques to try and escape, but they were grabbed by large, invisible hands and dragged into the River of Seven Colors, disappearing beneath its surface.

"Origin, Purification Barrier!"

"Origin, Light Feather Technique!!"

The Lord of the Origin remained calm in the face of danger. Frantically Burning his Divine Power, he deployed a Purification Barrier. A brilliant light bloomed around his feet as he stepped onto the seven-colored water and dashed directly toward the other side of the river.

"Vaporization!"

The God of Gray Mist transformed into a stream of fog and wrapped himself around the Lord of the Origin’s left arm.

"Curse Destruction Technique!"

The God of Gray Mist frantically burned his Divine Power, unleashing his one and only, incredibly powerful Destruction Curse Divine Skill. A hazy gray light fell upon the River of Seven Colors, where it intertwined with, neutralized, and annihilated the river’s curses.