Chapter 727 - 670: The Indestructible Millstone

"This thing is a sacred artifact of Yama Hall!"

The old Taoist pointed out the origin of the millstone with one sentence.

The Celestial Dao Sect has opposed Yama Hall for thousands of years, and this thing has appeared a few times.

But mostly in the form of replicas, there were once Spiritual Treasures crafted in this style.

Or Dharma Aspects, or offerings.

But the real thing seems never to have been seen by the Celestial Dao Sect, though the old Taoist speculates that it might belong to the same category as their Celestial River.

An unknown existence beyond the realm of Spiritual Treasures, or far superior to them.

The old Taoist could now ascertain yet another reason for Han Yu’s mistaken destruction. As a sacred artifact, no one from Yama Hall would ever desecrate it, so how could it be used as the array core?

Han Yu was completely dumbfounded; even the altar was destroyed, and yet it was said to be the wrong target?

Then what on earth was correct?

The old Taoist himself was bewildered, indeed!

He could affirm that the place where Han Yu bombed couldn’t possibly be the array core, yet it was definitely the place where Yama Hall activated the core.

Where did the array core go?

The old Taoist and Han Yu exchanged confused glances, the location was right, but the core was wrong.

At this moment, Han Yu truly wished that the genius Quan Xiaotong could be here; perhaps his unique mind could figure it out.

The old Taoist then remembered something and proactively asked Han Yu about the situation at that time.

Han Yu described in detail the situation, which involved a group of Initial Realm cultivators pouring Dragon Blood Stone.

The old Taoist pondered thoughtfully, muttering.

"Is it the absorption ability this time?"

Seeing Han Yu and Xia Wuyou looking at him with puzzled expressions, the old Taoist began to explain.

In the few times the millstone appeared, it exhibited tremendously powerful capabilities at different times, suppressing everything, and now it had an additional function, the ability to absorb power.

No, perhaps after absorption, it’s for release.

Thinking about it this way, the millstone was meant to activate the array core!

The old Taoist suddenly lifted his head, his eyes filled with disbelief!

"Impossible, how is this done!"

If the position was correct, and it wasn’t here, then it could only be...

In the sky!

The old Taoist’s expression was incredibly complex, he glanced at Han Yu and slowly spoke.

"What if I tell you the array core is above your head, would you believe it?"

Han Yu instantly looked up, disregarding the figures fighting in mid-air, only to see a void.

Too absurd!

How can a rootless duckweed stabilize, that’s not just cultivator knowledge, it’s basic knowledge.

So the old Taoist found it hard to believe.

But doesn’t this exactly conform to the modus operandi of Yama Hall?

Taking unconventional routes, doing things unimaginable to ordinary people, planning with wild imaginations.

"Theoretically speaking, since the position of the array core isn’t wrong, if it’s not underground, it can only be there."

The old Taoist craned his neck, suddenly he dropped abruptly.

"What are you doing?"

The old Taoist appeared puzzled, only because Han Yu was bending over behind him to touch the millstone.

It’s obvious, since this thing wasn’t the core, but was used to activate the core, how could Han Yu let it go?

"Of course, destroy it!"

With a fierce Wind Thunder Fist slamming into the millstone, there was a loud rumbling noise, and everything within a mile trembled.

Centering around Han Yu, an astonishing wave of energy blasted forth.

The old Taoist was amazed by Han Yu’s physical prowess while his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

"Did you not consider that such a big explosion couldn’t destroy it, yet you think your physical strength alone could?"

Indeed, after a cloud of dust settled, the object struck into a celestial pit was revealed.

The millstone was intact, deeply embedded into the ground, without a single crack.

This was beyond reason; his physical body was actually tougher?

"Didn’t you contemplate comparing your flesh and blood with an inorganic object in terms of hardness seriously?"

The old Taoist once again couldn’t help but voice out his inner complaints.

How could someone be so stubborn-headed?

Han Yu appeared unwilling to accept defeat, directly tossing the old Taoist over to Xia Wuyou, rolling up his sleeves and bombarding the millstone again, even resorting to biting in the end.

He truly embodied the word ’reckless’ to the fullest, leaving the old Taoist bewildered.

"Has he always been this daring?"

Xia Wuyou didn’t know if Han Yu was daring, but he knew Han Yu wasn’t that foolish.

After attempting to destroy something, you usually have a rough idea of whether you can break it, after so many punches, yet it wasn’t broken, how could he still persist?

Unless he had another reason.

So Xia Wuyou wore a strange expression, neither commenting nor answering, just quietly watching with the old Taoist.

"How about it? Is there any movement?"

In the Sea of Consciousness, one person and one Artifact Spirit continuously exchanged.

Han Yu naturally couldn’t be so foolish, his initial strike on the millstone was tentative, and it didn’t react to him.

As he continued his assault, the millstone still showed no reaction.

The Artifact Spirit had been helping to keep a close watch, the residual power within the millstone was nearly depleted, seemingly drawn out in that explosion, causing it to lose its power now.

If so, Han Yu could then rest his mind.

"Try the West River Slash!"

Han Yu craftily adjusted the posture of the invisible blade, with every slash it was as if he was pounding the millstone with a punch.

It appeared no different from before, but in reality, he had started furiously hacking at the millstone.

Whether it was effective remained unknown, but the remaining power of the millstone was completely exhausted.

After dozens of strokes, the Artifact Spirit’s eyes suddenly lit up.

There was an effect, the millstone appeared to become "lifeless," it was a sensation as if it suddenly weakened quite a bit.

The old Taoist also had this feeling.

The old Taoist unbelievingly rubbed his eyes, seemingly unable to accept it.

Damn it, was the old man’s eyes deceiving him, this thing seemed somewhat different.

Han Yu, on the other hand, grew more spirited, the speed of his "slashes" increased, in their view, Han Yu’s punching force seemed weaker, yet the millstone’s change was greater.

Finally, the old Taoist confirmed that he wasn’t seeing things incorrectly, this young man indeed had the capability to destroy this object.

While seeing the key point clearly, Xia Wuyou remained silent, he naturally understood Han Yu’s special ability.

As for why he didn’t reveal it, unless Han Yu stated it himself, he naturally wouldn’t mention it.

Strictly speaking, Han Yu was truly one of their own.

Whether it was the Celestial Dao Sect or the Yama Hall, they were all from outside the Central Continent.

As for why Han Yu didn’t wish to reveal it in front of the old Taoist.

"Mu Zili and the old Taoist’s Realm is too high, such a capability is too astonishing."

The Artifact Spirit explained, especially the greater the West River Slash appeared, the more terrifying it indicated.

"Not necessarily that terrifying."

Han Yu pouted, having slashed so many times already, with only minimal power.

The Artifact Spirit couldn’t help but roll its eyes, still dissatisfied, the West River Slash probably didn’t have anything it couldn’t cut, even if... even if its power was indeed a tad small.

But it was already astonishing enough.

Doesn’t this imply it could pose a threat to many?

Of course, the prerequisite being Han Yu could withstand anyone he wanted to slash resisting him.

Meng Yun, on the other hand, was putting up his final resistance, his sea of blood exhausted by Mu Zili.

The five-colored twilight was light, but it contained five types of negative aura.

Under such power, the recovery ability of the sea of blood was greatly restrained.

Meng Yun had already lost consciousness in half of his body, relying solely on his will to survive, rushing toward the Dao Palace.

If only he could rush into the Dao Palace, he’d have a significant chance of survival.

From the start until now, although a brief moment, it felt like an eternity to him.

Especially the ease with which Mu Zili could render him unable to fight back, intensifying his fear.

Seeing the Dao Palace less than ten miles away, Meng Yun hardened his heart to divert all his evil energies into himself, dramatically increasing his speed, covering five miles in an instant.

Mu Zili also stepped forward, but chose not to pursue further.

Safe, seeing the situation, the stone in Meng Yun’s heart fell heavily.

He survived.

No, not yet.

For Mu Zili raised his hand quietly, a radiant burst of five-colored divine light occurred, erupting brilliantly.

"Go!"

Five differently colored beams of light chased after him simultaneously, reaching incredible speed, exuding incredible beauty.

Just a short distance from the Dao Palace, Meng Yun suddenly stiffened, his entire body engulfed by the light.

Holding an expression of disbelief his eyes continuously widened...