Chapter 2112: Yuan Nightmare Ancestor

Fantasy Cultivation

**Volume 10: War of the Demon Realm**

"My Lady Baohua, these people have already found the Spirit Pool. Shouldn't we act now?" The black-armored man, seeing Han Li and the others enter the valley, asked with some hesitation after his eyes darted around.

"No rush. We don't need to act directly; others will stop them. That person will also arrive soon!" The white-clothed woman said calmly.

"Others?"

"My adventurous return to the Saint Realm this time is mostly to restore my former magic power, and partly for this person." The white-clothed woman chuckled softly, and the air around them instantly solidified.

The black-armored man was somewhat puzzled, but seeing the strange phenomena around the white-clothed woman, he felt a chill in his heart and dared not speak further.

The air around the white-clothed woman quickly returned to normal. After waiting a moment, she suddenly raised her eyebrows and, with a wave of her hand, drew an arc in the air before her.

Immediately, a strange, mercury-like liquid materialized in front of her. After solidifying slightly, it transformed into a mirror-like light screen. Inside, light flickered wildly, revealing an unusually clear image.

In the mirror, at the edge of a roaring sea of lightning, where countless arcs crackled, space rippled. A colossal black light mass, a hundred zhang in diameter, flickered out of thin air.

The light mass then receded, revealing its contents: a three-headed black flood dragon, seventy to eighty zhang long!

This demonic flood dragon was covered in shiny, dark scales. Its three enormous heads swayed slightly like pavilions, and streaks of black flames flickered across its vast body, making it truly terrifying.

But even more astonishing, a black-robed youth stood steadily, bare-handed, on the central head of the giant flood dragon.

The youth had pale purple eyes, a face as refined as jade, and sword-like eyebrows that extended to his temples. His expressionless demeanor added an aura of deadly intent.

The black-robed youth swept his gaze across the sea of lightning, then let out a cold snort. With an empty grasp of his hand, countless black runes surged out from his palm. They solidified, forming a misty black long spear.

It was about a zhang long, but its shaft was inscribed with layers of demonic runes and spells, causing dizziness with a prolonged gaze.

The youth flicked his wrist and, holding the spear in one hand, casually pointed it forward.

With a "crackle!"

A waterfall-like black streak of energy flashed from the spear tip, shooting fiercely into the sea of lightning.

An astonishing sight unfolded!

Wherever the black streak passed, all lightning arcs twisted and retreated, creating a channel in the sea of lightning that stretched beyond sight.

Thousands of thunderbolts roared on both sides of the channel, but not a single arc of lightning could enter, as if forcibly blocked by a powerful force.

The youth flipped his hand again, and the black spear in his grip burst apart with a "fwoosh," transforming back into black runes and vanishing into thin air.

He tapped the head of the black flood dragon beneath him with his toe, about to urge it into the sea of lightning.

But just then, the black-robed youth suddenly sensed something. His expression abruptly changed as he tilted his head, his entire face appearing clearly in the mirrored light screen. His purple eyes flashed, and he let out a low cry:

"Who dares spy on this Ancestor!"

As he spoke, an invisible ripple pierced through space and instantly appeared on the mirror surface.

After a muffled bang, the mirror shattered into countless silver fragments and vanished.

The black-armored man witnessed this scene, his face turning pale. After a long moment, he stammered:

"Ancestor Yuanyan... it's Lord Ancestor Yuanyan! Is Lord Ancestor Yuanyan the one my Lady intends to wait for?"

"Indeed, Yuanyan is precisely who I'm waiting for! What, are you afraid?" The white-clothed woman, ignoring the previous events, asked with a hint of coldness at the corner of her mouth upon hearing the black-armored man's words.

"With my Lady Baohua here, how could your subordinate be afraid? However, your cultivation has not yet fully recovered. Would it be inappropriate to meet Lord Ancestor Yuanyan now?" The black-armored man began to sweat profusely.

"With me here, what is there to fear? Besides, meeting Yuanyan doesn't necessarily mean a confrontation. However, in a moment, I need you to do something." The white-clothed woman chuckled softly, her voice suddenly turning cold.

"Please command, my Lady. Your subordinate will do everything in his power to fulfill it," the black-armored man replied with a slight sigh of relief, bowing respectfully.

"As long as you accomplish this, no matter what happens, I will ensure your safety. Listen carefully!" The white-clothed woman's lips moved slightly as she transmitted her voice.

The black-armored man lowered his head, listening intently. A moment later, a look of sudden understanding flashed across his ugly face. He finally understood why Lady Baohua hadn't brought anyone else but had kept him by her side all this time.

He immediately nodded repeatedly.

"Good, if you accomplish this, you will naturally be rewarded. But now, I want to see which of the intruders was indicated by my previous divination." The white-clothed woman revealed a satisfied expression. With another sweep of her jade hand before her, silver light flashed, and another mirror-like light screen appeared.

This time, however, the mirror displayed the scene within the misty green valley.

In the current image, Han Li and the others were gathered around the pond, each unleashing various magic treasures, desperately attacking an invisible barrier that covered the entire area.

Multicolored treasures danced wildly in the air, and various lights, lightning, and fire rained down from all directions. Yet, the invisible barrier remained as unyielding as a mountain, showing no signs of breaking or dissipating.

"No, this barrier must have been set by the Demon Ancestors. Ordinary methods won't break it. We must use our trump cards," the Old Ancestor of the Long Family suddenly stopped his attack and declared loudly.

"Indeed. I, Bai, brought a Ten-Thousand-Year Decay Pearl, which should have some effect on this barrier. However, relying solely on this, I'm not entirely confident. We'll need cooperation from other fellow cultivators. Brother Long's golden axe from before was astonishingly powerful; it would be quite suitable," Bai Qi said gravely after retracting the dozen or so white sword lights he had unleashed and glancing at the Old Ancestor of the Long Family.

"Although that Golden Sand Axe is incredibly powerful, each use drains a significant amount of my true essence. I've already used it once, and repeated use might harm my cultivation. How about this: I have another divine ability specifically for breaking various barriers, which can also assist Brother Bai's efforts," the Old Ancestor of the Long Family replied with a frown.

"That works too! Fellow Daoist Han, you've always been unfathomable; you must have some special methods as well, right?" Bai Qi pondered for a moment, nodded slightly in the white light, then turned his head and spoke to Han Li.

"I also have two exotic treasures in my possession, whose power far surpasses ordinary top-tier magic treasures. They can certainly lend a hand to both of you," Han Li said nonchalantly, his expression unchanged.

"Excellent. The three of us will lead the main attack, and the other fellow Daoists should do their best to assist us. No matter how profound this barrier is, I believe we can destroy it in a single strike with our combined efforts," Saintess Qianqiu said with a joyful expression.

At this moment, Bai Qi tapped a leather pouch at his waist, and a grey crystal pearl instantly flew out. After circling briefly, it hovered erratically before him, emitting wisps of grayish-white vapor.

This vapor was exceptionally strange; it was filled with an indescribable scent of decay, yet it wasn't pungent. Instead, it subtly contained a faint fragrance.

The Old Ancestor of the Long Family and Han Li, standing nearby, also made their respective moves.

One's body swelled, and as he rubbed his hands together, a golden glow appeared between his palms. It grew longer and thicker, rapidly forming a hazy, conical artifact.

Han Li, on the other hand, was simpler. With a flip of his hands, two small mountain peaks, one green and one black, each about a foot tall, simultaneously materialized.

Saintess Qianqiu, Elder Hui, and the others, seeing that the three late-integration stage cultivators were ready, dared not delay. They frantically activated their cultivation techniques and treasures, making their combined attack appear even fiercer.

"Attack!" Bai Qi roared. He was the first to act, pointing a finger at the round pearl before him. The grayish-white vapor emitted by the pearl instantly solidified, transforming into over a dozen white streaks that shot directly towards the invisible barrier.

The Old Ancestor of the Long Family, without a word, unleashed the conical golden glow in his hand.

With a roar, the golden glow shot out like lightning, seemingly capable of destroying anything.

As for Han Li, he simply flicked his wrist. The two small mountains were tossed out, but instantly, they flashed and transformed into mountains over a hundred zhang tall.

One was wreathed in gray mist, the other radiating myriad green lights.

"Hmph, so it *is* you outsiders causing trouble! Since you've come, none of you shall leave!" A black light flashed above the pond, and a colossal creature, dozens of zhang long, suddenly appeared. Shaking its head and tail, it was none other than the three-headed giant flood dragon.

And in the void, a zhang above the flood dragon, the black-robed youth stood expressionless. He simply raised his hand and gently pressed down into the air towards the attacks from Han Li and the others.

With a "Rumble!"

A colossal, misty black hand, a thousand zhang in size, materialized in the air above the pond. With a single downward press, all the attacks aimed at the invisible barrier instantly melted away. At the same time, an immense, unannounced force bore down on everyone present, including Han Li.

After several "thuds," the Old Ancestor of the Long Family and the others felt their entire bodies go numb. A significant portion of their bodies was forcefully pressed into the mud beside the pond.

Han Li almost subconsciously gave a violent shake of his shoulders. Simultaneously, his skin abruptly turned crimson-gold. With a tremor of his body, only his feet sank about half a foot deep into the ground.

Aside from Han Li, the spirit-body youth named Zhishui, after his body sank slightly, merely swayed a few times before standing still as if nothing had happened. However, he suddenly looked up at the black-robed youth, his eyes bursting with dazzling silver light. Layers of silver spirit-patterns then emerged on his skin, almost entirely covering his body.

He looked utterly bizarre!

Meanwhile, the Old Ancestor of the Long Family and the others felt their bodies become incredibly stiff, and their feet completely lost all sensation, as if they no longer existed.

For a moment, everyone was filled with both shock and rage!