YM778.TV Chapter 272: Between Life and Death, White Mist Becomes a Cocoon.
The middle-aged daoist furrowed his brow slightly, and the killing intent in his eyes subsided.
However, after a moment, a talisman suddenly appeared in front of him. Before Chen Chao could react, the talisman instantly shattered, turning into specks of golden light, drifting in the air.
The middle-aged daoist swept his hand across, and the tip of his finger was engulfed in a brilliant golden light.
In an instant, an extremely frightening aura was born in this place. This talisman that the middle-aged daoist shattered was called Spirit Talisman, which was considered by many cultivators as insignificant. It stored the qi of a powerful cultivator. Even after tearing the talisman, the dissipated qi would not cause any significant damage. This was normally a method for some cultivators to compensate for their lacking qi. But often, there was a huge difference between the stored qi and the qi that was absorbed in the end, resulting in more losses than gains. Therefore, this kind of talisman had always been regarded as low in value. But unexpectedly, at this moment, this middle-aged daoist still possessed one.
In this instant, while he might not have regained the terrifying strength of a Nepenthe Realm cultivator, he had at least reached peak Great Beyond Realm strength.
Facing a peak Great Beyond attack from a Nepenthe cultivator, even if Chen Chao possessed cultivation at this moment, he would likely still be completely outmatched.
The middle-aged daoist glanced at Chen Chao, saying nothing, only extending his finger and pointing it at his glabella.
If the middle-aged daoist\'s earlier gaze had brought about a raging storm and tumultuous waves, then at this moment, after truly possessing Great Beyond Realm strength, the middle-aged daoist\'s finger attack was a genuine killing move!
The aura stored in the talisman was previously infused by the middle-aged daoist himself. Retrieving it now caused no discomfort. A beam of golden light instantly surged out, causing tumultuous winds and clouds to billow in the world. Even the ancient tree that had long withered began to sway, and peculiar sounds echoed from the direction of the Dao Enlightenment Platform.
The black ox watched from a short distance away, its eyes full of astonishment.
It had not been mistaken, this middle-aged daoist was undoubtedly a remarkable figure of the current era, displaying an unimaginable grandeur with every move!
At this moment, the scene between heaven and earth was grandiose.
Having temporarily regained his cultivation, the middle-aged daoist once again made people realize just how powerful he truly was. The tip of the iceberg of being revealed at this moment about just what kind of existence the Chief Enforcer of the Infatuation Daoist Temple was.
A profound and extraordinary aura emerged here, following the fair and delicate fingertips as if it belonged to a woman, extending towards heaven and earth.
Chen Chao\'s black hair fluttered in the face of that aura, which bore a moderate and tranquil presence. It lacked the sharpness of a sword cultivator and any other distinct feeling, only exuding a sense of plainness. Similar to the middle-aged daoist before him, he seemed indifferent to worldly affairs, an existence capable of erasing anything he wanted to with a simple wave of his hand.
Making enemies with such a character was an immensely difficult task for Chen Chao.
But giving up was never the most challenging thing. The hardest thing was knowing that there would be no result, yet still being willing to make another effort.
He had nowhere to run.
At this moment, he could only swing the saber in his hand.
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Brandishing his saber countless times, Chen Chao always managed to seize the best opportunity to strike. But at this moment, even though he found the perfect timing, the saber did not descend.
That terrifying aura blocked his saber, also blocking everything of his.
Chen Chao clenched his teeth, but the saber could not descend.
He could only watch helplessly as that finger moved towards his glabella, unable to stop it.
A hint of helplessness flashed across Chen Chao\'s eyes. In reality, he had long thought about taking out the page filled with golden characters at the right moment, but he never had the chance.
The pressure exerted by the middle-aged daoist across from him was simply too great, leaving him no opportunity to make a move.
It was even more so at this moment.
It was too late...
A hint of regret appeared in Chen Chao\'s eyes.
He had thought of a hundred ways he would die, even considering the possibility of dying in this ancient ruin, but he never thought that the one coming to kill him would be one of the most powerful figures in the world.
A Nepenthe Realm Daoist from the Infatuation Daoist Temple...
When the gap was truly insurmountable, all means appeared rather ridiculous and meaningless.
Soon, that woman-like finger gently landed on Chen Chao\'s glabella.
As if just a light tap.
Chen Chao only heard a buzzing sound.
An incomparably intense sound exploded in his mind.
Like a bell ringing in his head, causing him to lose all consciousness in an instant.
The middle-aged daoist remained calm. At this moment, a bloodstain appeared on Chen Chao\'s glabella, and blood flowed out from the wound, trickling down from his glabella.
The long line of blood divided the two sides of his face.
Chen Chao\'s eyes were tightly shut, his complexion extremely pale right now.
The middle-aged daoist suddenly raised an eyebrow.
Because after Chen Chao\'s glabella split open, what happened next was not what he had expected.
Chen Chao\'s head did not explode.
Although his current cultivation was not at the Nepenthe Realm, it was also at the peak of the Great Beyond Realm. At this moment, the most likely result of that finger\'s touch should have been Chen Chao\'s death.
But it did not happen.
The middle-aged daoist\'s expression changed slightly. He did not ponder the reason behind this, but immediately forced out all the remaining qi from his fingertips.
He wanted to see what he wanted to see.
But the next moment, he furrowed his brows again.
Right before his eyes, a white mist gushed out from Chen Chao\'s glabella.
The mist was like wisps of smoke, constantly pouring out of Chen Chao\'s glabella, with even golden threads within it.
The white mist, interwoven with golden threads, blocked the terrifying aura.
Then, it began to devour the aura continuously.
The middle-aged daoist\'s fingertips came into contact with the mist and he felt a peculiar sensation. Without hesitation, he retracted his finger in an instant.
However, the white mist kept spreading.
After encountering the white mist, the terrifying aura was gradually devoured and eventually disappeared.
The black ox cried out, "Daoist Master, something is wrong with him!"
It had remained silent from the beginning until now. But after it saw the white mist, it suddenly opened its mouth, its voice full of horror.
The middle-aged daoist glanced at it, not saying anything, but the emotion in his eyes was clear.
The black ox said, "Daoist Master, haven\'t you noticed that the white mist is exactly the same as the one in that grand formation!"
The middle-aged daoist raised an eyebrow slightly. He could naturally tell that the white mist emanating from Chen Chao at the moment was exactly the same as the mist in that formation. However, he did not delve deeper into the matter. After entering this ruin and having the white mist invade the body, would something like this not happen?
At this moment, the black ox also understood the middle-aged Daoist\'s thoughts and exclaimed, "Daoist Master, even if the white mist is absorbed into the body, there will only be a small amount, not too much!"
It did not finish the second half of the sentence, and the middle-aged daoist understood.
Without hesitation, a talisman suddenly appeared at his fingertips.
Although the white mist was strange, it was not necessarily a threat to him.
But just as he held the talisman, the middle-aged daoist sensed that something was amiss.
Between heaven and earth, a gust of wind arose.
No.
Not wind.
The middle-aged daoist clearly felt that at this moment, there was a strange aura flowing between heaven and earth. It came from outside the mountain, about to surge into the mountain.
What was that?
He raised his head and looked at the sky. In the distance, an extremely strange scene unfolded.
Endless white mist was now heading toward this place, quickly blotting out the sky and covering the earth.
The expression of the middle-aged daoist turned somewhat ugly at this moment. Even though he was still thinking of crushing the talisman in his hand, he found that he no longer had the ability to do so.
The suppression of heaven and earth at this moment had reached an extremely terrifying level.
With a thud!
The black ox knelt down.
Under this terrifying suppression, it could no longer stand firm. At this moment, it could only kneel down, looking extremely miserable.
"Save me, Daoist Master!"
It pleaded as it looked at the middle-aged daoist, only to find that the middle-aged daoist\'s body was also trembling slightly at this moment. This Chief Enforcer of the Infatuation Daoist Temple was also under immense pressure when standing between heaven and earth right now. The threads of his daoist robe actually begun disintegrating.
As the Chief Enforcer of the Infatuation Daoist Temple, it was natural that his daoist robe was no ordinary item. Not to mention being impervious to water and fire, even an ordinary cultivator probably could not cut it. But at this moment, his daoist robe was disintegrating.
From this, one could infer the kind of suppression he was currently facing.
As for Chen Chao over there, blood continued to flow from his glabella, and his black robe had long been torn apart, revealing his body covered in scars.
The white mist wrapped him up.
The middle-aged daoist\'s expression became increasingly grave.
The world believed that the Nepenthe Realm was the end of cultivation, but only existences like them knew that there must be other realms above the Nepenthe Realm. Moreover, that realm must have once existed in this Rongshan Sect.
To transcend Nepenthe did not necessarily mean achieving immortality, but it definitely meant being able to effortlessly kill cultivators at the Nepenthe Realm!
Faced with this strangeness, the middle-aged daoist\'s expression became extremely unsightly.
Cracks had already appeared beneath his feet, and at this moment, numerous bones all over his body were creaking.
He was like a house with leaks on all sides; as if it could collapse in an instant.
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The white mist continued pouring in, shrouding the divine mountain like an immortal realm, making it impossible to see any trails.
The black ox\'s limbs were already broken. At this moment, it could only lie on the ground, looking somewhat miserable in this direction. It did not know what its fate would be, but it was very clear that if things continued to develop this way, it would definitely die here.
"Ah! I really don\'t want to die!"
It started wailing miserably.
Not because of the pain in its body, but more because of fear.
Being alive was such a wonderful thing. If it were to die like this, it would definitely feel very disappointed.
The middle-aged daoist\'s face was expressionless, merely silently reciting a passage of daoist scripture. At this moment, he could not let his cultivation recover, but reciting this scripture temporarily calmed his mood somewhat.
He needed to break the deadlock.
It was not easy to cultivate to his current realm. If he were to die here, it would be a great waste.
Not only did he have to survive, he also had to obtain that immortal medicine.
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The white mist grew thicker and thicker.
It was as if all the white mist outside the Rongshan Sect had gathered at this place.
Between heaven and earth, dense white mist pervaded everywhere. Even the middle-aged daoist could no longer see Chen Chao clearly in front of him at this point.
Even if they were so close.
Everything in the world was white mist.
The middle-aged daoist saw the white mist slowly converging toward Chen Chao. Before long, Chen Chao would become a huge cocoon.
Perhaps not.
It was an incomparably white cocoon.
The middle-aged daoist\'s eyes were somewhat curious.
Even for him, after cultivating for so many years, he had never seen such a sight before.
What was this?