Chapter 550 - 540: Fallen Nether Puppet

Chapter 550: Chapter 540: Fallen Nether Puppet

"The Five Elements Sacred Domain was formed because the Primordial Power of these Five Elements Martial Artists was simply too immense—so vast that it could condense into physical matter. Combined with their incredibly resolute Spiritual Power and their unwillingness to simply vanish from the continent, they coalesced everyone’s power into substance, creating the Five Elements Mountains and the Eternal Saint Peak."

"Legends in the Outer Realm claim that the Five Elements Mountains gave birth to the Eternal Saint Peak, but that is merely a deceptive illusion. The truth is that the Eternal Saint Peak separated its excess Five Elements Elemental Power, which then formed the Five Elements Mountains. The remaining Eternal Saint Peak, due to the balance of the ten types of Attribute Elemental Power, created the Eternal Holy Domain."

Mu Junwu’s voice flowed through their hearts like a trickling stream. But as she spoke, her expression suddenly froze. Her words stopped, and the Seal Decisions her fingers were forming came to a halt. The ripples on the dark green flower petal abruptly spread out like a surging tide, a tempest crashing against the shore. A huge, circular passageway rapidly materialized before them, centered on the palm of Mu Junwu’s hand.

At that moment, Mu Junwu’s expression calmed once more. She smiled faintly at Mu Chen and Chu Aoqing and said, "And the Eternal Holy Domain is the true core of Holy Tomb Mountain. However, the Eternal Holy Domain is very different from the Five Elements Sacred Domain. Although entering won’t, as the rumors meant to scare students say, drain you into a dried-up husk, it possesses a spirit of its own and won’t allow ordinary people to stay for long. Not even I am an exception."

As she finished speaking, Mu Junwu stepped inside first, beckoning to Mu Chen and Chu Aoqing. "Come on in."

Mu Chen and Chu Aoqing nodded and stepped inside together. A comfortable sensation made all the pores on Mu Chen’s body tingle with activity.

Looking up, he saw a crystalline platform before him, just like the one in the Outer Realm. The only difference was that this one was at the pistil of the lotus blossom. Streams of ten-colored Primordial Power radiated outward in a spinning pattern. To Mu Chen’s surprise, although there were clearly ten streams of Primordial Power, they quietly transformed into five as they seeped from the Lotus Platform’s interior to its outer edge.

However, that wasn’t what Mu Chen was concerned with right now. His attention was fixed solely on the circular barrier of light at the center of the Lotus Platform, bathed in a ten-colored radiance. The moment he saw it, it felt as if his nine Dantians were about to tear out of his body and rush toward it! Without a doubt, that was the core of the Eternal Saint Peak.

But just as Mu Chen was staring at the ten-colored radiance, an intense burst of colorful light erupted from the circular barrier. It came and went in a flash. Yet, before Mu Chen could investigate, a muffled groan came from beside him. He turned his head to see Chu Aoqing’s body suddenly sway and fall straight toward him. Mu Junwu, despite seeing it happen, didn’t react in time. Mu Chen took a step forward and caught Chu Aoqing in his arms, only then realizing her body was completely limp, devoid of all strength.

"Quick, help her out of here."

Mu Junwu’s face was pale, her voice trembled, and even her body had grown weak. This was the first time something like this had ever happened to her. But when Mu Chen saw her condition, he wrapped an arm around her waist, and with a single leap, carried both women off the Lotus Platform.

Dilaka stared blankly at the scene unfolding on the Lotus Platform. He had been puzzled by Mu Chen catching Chu Aoqing, but when he saw him actually grab Mu Junwu by the waist and leap off the petals with her, his expression instantly turned to panic. He said nervously, "That brat dares to hold Jun Wu? This is bad! I have to stop that thing, but I don’t know if I can! Screw it, I’ll risk it!"

But by the time he finished speaking and leaped to Mu Chen’s side, he realized nothing had happened. This made him pause in confusion. Then, when he saw the limp body of Chu Aoqing and the pale, exhausted Mu Junwu, he snapped back to his senses and asked grimly, "What happened?"

Mu Chen shook his head. "I don’t know either. They were both fine when we first went in, but then a ten-colored radiance suddenly burst from the Lotus Platform, and this happened to Aoqing and Mu Junwu."

Dilaka nodded at his words. With a thought, he sent a wisp of Spiritual Power to envelop Chu Aoqing. A moment later, he frowned and said, "All the Primordial Power in her body has completely vanished. It’s not a serious injury, but she’ll be unconscious for at least an hour."

As he spoke, Dilaka looked at Mu Junwu, who was breathing a bit rapidly and seemed dazed. He sighed in relief. "Jun Wu’s condition is likely the same. It’s just that her Martial Arts Realm is slightly higher, so she has a little Primordial Power left. If she had stood there any longer, she’d probably be in no better shape than Chu Aoqing."

"But why is nothing wrong with me?"

Mu Chen pointed to himself, then quickly closed his eyes to feel the Primordial Power within his Dantian. He said in shock, "It’s not just that... it seems... it seems my Martial Artist Realm has improved slightly. It’s only been ten seconds, but it’s equivalent to two days of my Cultivation."

The one who spoke was shocked, but the one who listened was even more so. After a moment of stunned silence, Dilaka looked at Mu Chen with a delighted expression and shouted, "Two days?!"

But after the excitement, Dilaka grew contemplative. ’As far as I know, Mu Junwu has entered this Lotus Platform many times, but she’s never once been weakened like this. The so-called draining of Primordial Power was just a pretense to declare it a forbidden zone. But what just happened has thrown my thoughts into chaos. Forget Mu Chen touching her waist—even if he hadn’t, given Mu Junwu’s current physical state, Mo’Er should have appeared by now. Could it be that the ten-colored radiance can even affect Mo’Er?’

Glancing at Mu Chen with a look of relief, Dilaka suddenly whacked him on the head. The sound wasn’t quiet, either.

Mu Chen yelped in pain, rubbing his head in confusion. "Teacher, what was that for?"

Dilaka snorted coldly and scolded, "You rotten kid, you got lucky this time! Next time, do not touch Mu Junwu under any circumstances. Remember, you can’t even touch her clothes!!"

Mu Chen froze at his words. ’To think Dilaka has remained single his whole life because he’s into younger women,’ he thought to himself. ’What a cradle robber. The old man’s still got it, huh?’

Giving Dilaka a strange look, Mu Chen grinned suggestively. "I get it, I get it."

Dilaka’s old face flushed red. He smacked Mu Chen on the head again and cursed, "You don’t get shit! How could I possibly be that kind of person!"

With that, Dilaka’s expression turned cold. His sharp gaze fixed on Mu Chen as he said in an extremely serious tone, "This is the only thing I will ever ask of you as your teacher. Otherwise, you will die."

BOOM...

The moment those words were spoken, a roar echoed in Mu Chen’s ears. This was the first time he had ever seen Dilaka speak in such a tone—a tone that conveyed an undeniable certainty, leaving no room for doubt. It made him involuntarily turn his gaze to Mu Junwu.

Mu Junwu had already entered a state of Cultivation, but after what just happened, how could she possibly focus enough to cultivate deeply? ’In all my years in the Eternal Holy Domain, I’ve entered the Lotus Platform at least eighty, if not a hundred times,’ she thought. ’But never before have I been drained to this extent in just ten seconds.’

That was only a small part of her shock. What truly astounded her was that Mo’Er hadn’t appeared when Mu Chen wrapped his arm around her waist. ’Normally, if any man were to touch me, the outcome would be absolute. They would be instantly destroyed by Mo’Er. Even touching the corner of my clothes would offer no chance of survival.’

’Could something be wrong with Mo’Er?’

At this thought, Mu Junwu felt not a trace of worry, but instead, immense joy. She had a premonition that if Mo’Er had killed Mu Chen over this, she would have been tormented by guilt for the rest of her life.

’Mo’Er.’

She called out silently in her mind, wanting to test her theory. But just as her call faded, a pair of crimson red pupils suddenly opened. At the same time, Mu Junwu’s own eyes snapped open as she said in surprise, "Nothing’s wrong!"

Yet, the moment the words left her mouth, a massive surge of Primordial Power erupted into a violent hurricane, blasting Dilaka and Mu Chen away. Chu Aoqing, who was lying in Mu Chen’s arms, also woke up at that very moment.

Streams of dark green energy seeped from Mu Junwu’s body, instantly forming a massive black screen behind her. The screen took the shape of a bizarre Scroll. The Scroll unfurled, revealing a page covered in countless ancient patterns. As these patterns were revealed, a monstrous pressure descended from the heavens. It would be no exaggeration to say that this pressure had reached the Saint Realm.

’Holy crap! It came out after all! But its reaction was so slow... that doesn’t make any sense!’

A bead of sweat slid down Dilaka’s temple. Muttering to himself, his figure flickered, and he was already shielding Mu Chen and Chu Aoqing. He formed a Sword Point aiming at the sky, and a golden Array Map abruptly appeared. The Immortal Extinction Sword descended in a flash, its tip aimed at the Scroll, yet he didn’t dare to release even a sliver of killing intent.

Seeing this, Mu Chen asked in surprise, "What’s coming out?"

"..."

Dilaka didn’t explain, because the moment Mu Chen asked, a piercing sound of grinding machinery echoed from the Scroll. Immediately after, a colossal, three-meter-tall figure wreathed in dark green energy stepped out from it.

"That’s—!"

The instant he saw the giant figure, Mu Chen’s pupils contracted violently. The same feeling he’d had when he first saw Mu Junwu returned, and a series of never-before-seen images flashed through his mind. But just as Mu Chen tried to process these images, that foreign power within his body appeared again, forcibly pushing the images back and sealing them away tightly. This time, however, the seal wasn’t perfect; a few images and pieces of information were still absorbed into his mind.

With one arm holding Chu Aoqing, he pressed his other hand firmly against his face, trying to hide his pain from the others. This time, however, the agony lasted much longer than before. Only when the imposing figure had fully emerged did the color return to Mu Chen’s face.

He lifted his gaze. When he saw the figure with a metallic sheen standing behind Mu Junwu, he murmured, "Fallen Nether Puppet..."