Read Novel Full Chapter 1323 - 715: Cloud Mist Zhao Family
Chapter 1323: Chapter 715: Cloud Mist Zhao Family
"Immortal... Immortal Artifact! Who exactly are you?"
The Red God Spirit Venerable was originally the True Spirit of a Magical Treasure and was particularly sensitive to others of its kind.
The moment the Five Elements Thunder Ring appeared, it immediately recognized the true nature of the Five Elements Thunder Ring, and was instantly filled with fright, as if facing an absolute nemesis!
Zhao Sheng was unaware of the Red God Spirit Venerable’s fear and focused all his spirit on manipulating the Five Elements Thunder Ring, finding it extremely taxing given his current strength.
The Red God Spirit Venerable was so terrified that its soul seemed to flee to the heavens, and it instinctively retracted the Blood Banner, which flashed away in an instant, disappearing thousands of miles away.
BOOM~
An invisible and mighty thunderous sound echoed from the Five Elements Thunder Ring, which flickered briefly!
The next moment, the Red God Banner was ensnared by the Five Elements Thunder Ring. As layer upon layer of five-colored thunder light spread across the Blood Banner’s surface, the Chi Clan’s Divine Banner shook a few times before turning dull and lifeless, obediently surrendering.
Zhao Sheng flew forward, grasping the crystalline pole of the Red God Banner, and infused it with streams of Divine Thought, immediately sensing the True Spirit of the Magical Treasure in a near-death state, emitting only the faintest thought of pleading for mercy into his mind.
Seeing this, a fierceness flashed in his eyes as his will force field surged out, transforming into a chilling cold light that crazily penetrated the Red God Banner, beginning to seal the True Spirit’s Spiritual Sense bit by bit.
After a long while, the Red God Banner became completely silent, appearing like a most ordinary small banner, its True Spirit entirely sealed and temporarily in a state of perpetual stillness.
Only then did Zhao Sheng relax, removing the Red God Banner, and after applying several more sealing secret techniques, he solemnly placed it into the Sumeru Space.
Then, he formed seals with his hands, his entire body emitting a dazzling thunder light, with surging Divine Thought and a will force field, slowly lifting the Five Elements Thunder Ring, as if raising something tremendously heavy, gradually drawing the treasure into the Purple Mansion Soul Sea, continuing to let the Hundred Generations Book suppress it.
Shortly after, Zhao Sheng’s figure reappeared in the sky above the Ghost God Sect’s gate, now level ground.
He gazed expressionlessly at the earth below, a brilliant Divine Light radiating from his brow, and in an instant, a grand Divine Thought, vast as the universe, spread out in all directions with an unstoppable force.
In an instant, everything within a radius of thousands of miles came under his "control," his Divine Thought pervading every inch of land and extending to hundreds of miles underground.
At that moment, nothing could escape his all-encompassing search technique!
"Decree, rise!"
Zhao Sheng’s voice rang low, immediately followed by an immense and indifferent voice booming across thousands of miles.
The next moment, a shocking scene unfolded!
Countless clouds of dust suddenly erupted from the earth. Whether on the surface or buried deep underground, innumerable "objects" rose into the sky, dense like a sea of brilliant and varied colors in the heavens.
Magical Treasures, Jade Scrolls, Spiritual Medicine, Spirit Stones, Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures... Every single valuable item, without exception, soared high into the sky, converging into torrents of treasures, resembling majestic dragons of Treasure Light illuminating the Heavenly Vault.
Zhao Sheng extended his right hand, his fingers splayed wide, faint light swirling between them. Then the torrents of treasures rushed into his palm like rivers returning to the sea, disappearing in an instant without a trace.
This scene was like a divine miracle!
In the various hidden corners of the Ghost God Sect’s ruins, the few survivors who had narrowly escaped the annihilation by heavenly lightning stared in shock, their hearts overwhelmed with astonishment.
Moments later, the millennia-old accumulation of the Overlord-level sect, Ghost God Sect, was entirely in Zhao Sheng’s hands.
This harvest was vast, even though the Sumeru Space was immense enough to accommodate a mountain, it was ninety-nine percent full, almost unable to contain any more.
Zhao Sheng was deeply satisfied, although the vast majority of treasures held little personal interest, they were perfectly suitable as gifts for the Zhao Family.
This was considered an "offering" from the ancestors to the descendants.
As he organized his spoils in the space, two sneaky figures cautiously gathered together.
"Master... Master Ancestor! When will that... that person leave?"
"Shh, don’t transmit sound. Be careful not to let that one ’hear.’ My disciple, quickly follow the Master Ancestor to the secret vault to hide. Stay there for several years before going out. Be cautious in everything! The legacy of the Ghost God Sect cannot be broken, and you and I must rely on each other to revive the sect in the future!"
"Master Ancestor, I’m afraid... I’m afraid..."
"Hmm, what were you muttering just now?"
"Disciple was saying, I fear... I fear that one might not leave any of us alive!"
"Bah! You’re afraid of nothing..."
The "Master Ancestor" had just started cursing when his face suddenly flushed red, and his body stiffened like wood, as though bound by some force.
The "disciple" beside him experienced a similar fate, appearing almost suffocated, their eyes filled with fear and despair.
The next moment, the two involuntarily rose into the air, the layers of earth ahead splitting open to form a direct path to the surface.
At that moment, there were six others experiencing the same fate, including a Nascent Soul Ancestor.
These eight individuals thought they had narrowly escaped disaster, unaware that Zhao Sheng had been watching their every move.
Moments later, in the open sky, the eight pathetic figures lay prostrate at Zhao Sheng’s feet, their eyes rolling white, their bodies convulsing incessantly!