Chapter 3708: Crushing Overwhelm

In a vast blue sea, a team of Wang family cultivators was on patrol. Leading them was a graceful young woman in a blue dress.

She was Wang Ruiyao, at the Mid-Integration Stage.

Currently, visitors were allowed to leave but not enter Qinglian Island. Even Wang Ruiyao could only rest on the outer island and was not permitted to enter Qinglian Island itself.

"Someone is approaching. Be careful," Wang Ruiyao said.

No sooner had she spoken than a golden streak of light appeared on the distant horizon, rapidly flying towards them.

Soon after, the golden light stopped, revealing a shimmering golden flying boat. Standing on it was a handsome young man in a golden robe.

"Ruixin!" Wang Ruiyao exclaimed, recognizing the young man. She breathed a sigh of relief.

"Is something wrong, Sister Ruiyao?" Wang Ruixin asked.

"No, nothing. Are you heading back to Qinglian Island?" Wang Ruiyao asked, curious.

"Yes! I acquired something good and plan to offer it to the Old Ancestor," Wang Ruixin replied with a smile.

"Then go ahead! We'll continue our patrol," Wang Ruiyao said, waving her hand as she led her team to resume their duties. Wang Ruixin then steered his golden flying boat and flew into the distance.

After about a quarter of an hour, the golden flying boat stopped. Following Wang Ruixin's gaze, one could see many clan members moving about on Qinglian Island, along with numerous buildings.

Two guards flew out, retrieved their detection treasures, and after confirming there was no issue, allowed Wang Ruixin to enter Qinglian Island.

Wang Ruixin arrived above Qinglian Peak and sent out a sound transmission talisman.

A short while later, a majestic male voice echoed: "A Soul-Devouring Crystal! It's rare to acquire such a material. Come in and speak with me!"

"Yes, Old Ancestor," Wang Ruixin replied. He formed a hand seal, and the golden flying boat descended, landing in a secluded courtyard with blue tiles. Wang Changsheng was seated in a blue stone pavilion.

He took out a Soul-Devouring Crystal and handed it to Wang Changsheng.

As Wang Changsheng took the Soul-Devouring Crystal, the surrounding void vibrated and warped. A powerful spatial force materialized out of thin air, and dozens of thick, long cracks appeared, shooting directly towards Wang Changsheng.

Simultaneously, ripples spread through the void, and a hundred-zhang-wide spatial rift appeared. Five figures, led by Jiu Wuying, flew out of it, their expressions icy.

The thick cracks swept over Wang Changsheng's body, but he dissolved into droplets of water vapor and vanished.

"An illusion! No, this is bad, we've fallen into a trap," Jiu Wuying exclaimed, her face filled with shock. They had probed with their divine sense multiple times and found no abnormalities. There was indeed a formation, and Die Wei had used her spatial divine ability to sneak them in.

"You few petty thieves dare to run wild on Qinglian Island? How ignorant," an ice-cold male voice rang out. No sooner had the voice faded than a blue, shimmering sky-reaching hand materialized out of thin air. A qilin pattern adorned its surface, and before it even descended, the void began to crack.

Die Wei was about to use her spatial divine ability to block the attack when an extremely strange roar echoed, resembling a beast's roar, then a bird's cry upon closer listening, and finally, like an insect's chirp.

Hearing this sound, her mind became disoriented. Of the five, only she was not a true spirit.

As the four others, including Jiu Wuying, attempted to evade, a powerful spatial force materialized, and an impassioned zither melody rang out simultaneously.

Hearing the zither music, their minds became unsettled.

Almost instantly, thick chains appeared, coiling around their bodies.

The sky-reaching hand descended. Die Wei's body, like paper, disintegrated into a mist of blood. The four others, including Jiu Wuying, were sent flying backward, spitting out large mouthfuls of blood.

A true spirit's physical body was incredibly powerful and not so easily destroyed.

A blue sound wave swept towards them. Niu Miao punched out, causing a loud sonic boom, and a giant blue fist flashed forth. It collided with the blue sound wave, but like an egg hitting a rock, the blue giant fist instantly disintegrated.

Niu Miao was dumbfounded. He had opened one aperture, and even a Mid-Mahayana cultivator who had opened two apertures couldn't so easily neutralize his attack! Could it be a Late-Mahayana cultivator?

As the three, including Jiu Wuying, tried to cast spells to resist, a series of Sanskrit chants filled the air. Hearing them, they felt a sense of bliss, and the surrounding scenery became blurred.

By the time they recovered, the blue sound wave had already swept past their bodies. They all cried out in pain, and two of them glowed brightly as five shimmering substitute treasures floated high in the air.

Ten thousand miles away, five streaks of spiritual light lit up in the void, revealing the figures of Jiu Wuying and the others. Their eyes were filled with terror.

Never before had they encountered such a troublesome situation when dealing with major clans or sects. They had been "killed" once before even seeing the enemy. Had it not been for their substitute treasures, they would have perished.

Qinglian Island blurred and vanished. The cultivators and buildings on the island also disappeared, replaced by a vast expanse of blue seawater.

Ripples spread through the void before them, and a giant blue fist flashed out, heading directly for Die Wei.

As Die Wei was about to cast a spell to resist, rapid zither music, loud Sanskrit chants, and strange beast roars successively resounded.

She felt dizzy and could barely stand.

The four others, including Jiu Wuying, were also affected, their vital energy churning.

Die Wei was struck by the blue giant fist and instantly disintegrated into a mist of blood. A miniature Tiger-Phoenix Butterfly flew out of her body. A black glow descended from the sky, enveloped the miniature butterfly, and drew it into Wang Chan's mouth, where it vanished.

Wang Changsheng, Wang Ruyan, and over a dozen other Mahayana cultivators appeared, their expressions indifferent. After Wang Meng had opened one aperture, her illusion techniques had significantly increased in power.

She had conjured an illusory "Qinglian Island" near the real one, so perfectly that even Wang Changsheng couldn't detect any abnormalities, let alone Jiu Wuying and the other four.

Wang Changsheng raised his right hand, and a black light shot out, instantly disappearing. Wang Ruyan and the others swiftly brought out their treasures, attacking the four, including Jiu Wuying.

Jiu Wuying summoned a small, silver-glowing mirror. He cast a spell into it, and the mirror's surface lit up brightly, emitting a sheet of silver radiance that enveloped the incoming treasures.

This was the Profound Heaven Treasure, the Spirit-Fixing Mirror, capable of immobilizing treasures.

A dozen shimmering treasures touched the silver radiance and all stopped in mid-air.

The Soul-Slaying Plate appeared in the void above the four, including Jiu Wuying. After spinning rapidly, a vast expanse of thin black lights, like black sharp swords, shot directly towards them.

The four, including Jiu Wuying, tried to evade, but a powerful spatial force materialized, trapping them and rendering them immobile. Simultaneously, the zither music intensified.

In front of Grandmaster Miaode, a golden wooden fish floated. He channeled a spell into it, and the wooden fish emitted waves of Sanskrit chants as he recited Buddhist scriptures.

The dense black lights continuously struck the four, including Jiu Wuying, eliciting miserable cries. Their bodies trembled, and expressions of pain crossed their faces; they felt their souls on the verge of disintegration.

While true spirits could withstand Profound Heaven Treasures, they were powerless against soul attacks.

The sound of crashing waves echoed as vast amounts of seawater surged from all directions, creating a powerful momentum.

Wu Feng opened his mouth and spat out a stream of golden flames to meet it.

The golden flames collided with the seawater, erupting into a large expanse of white mist.

A faint green light flew out from within the mist, heading directly for Niu Miao.

Before Niu Miao could evade, Sanskrit chants sounded in his ears, and he immediately felt his spiritual power struggling to circulate.

The green light entered Niu Miao's eyes, and he let out a miserable cry. Clasping his head with both hands, he collapsed.

At the same time, Ni Tianlong formed a hand seal, and a golden halo emanated from his body, rapidly sweeping over the three, including Jiu Wuying.

Thousand Illusions Divine Light!

They felt a sudden dizzying spin, finding themselves in a space rich with spiritual energy.

"No! An illusion!" Jiu Wuying cried out in alarm.