A Sect from a Spirit Vein

Chapter 611: Chapter 485: Subjugation

A flash of five-colored light swept by, and with the radiant Tunneling Armor Divine Decree above his head, Lu Qian flickered and had already shifted above the Great Flood Dragon.

The Five Elements Grand Array instantly unfolded, enveloping the Great Flood Dragon within. The Niwan Palace trembled slightly, and the array transformation sparked into creation like lightning. Amidst the clear ringing sounds, twelve cyan chains, as thick as sea bowls, snaked out from the void, and with a slash, they coiled around the spiral horn, twin claws, dragon’s jaws, body, and tail, firmly locking the Great Flood Dragon’s limbs.

The Great Flood Dragon furiously struggled, its slender, pale body emitting a force as mighty as overturning mountains and seas, its entire body tense, violently wrenching!

With a series of resounding clangs, the Xin Metal Divine Lock binding its body shattered bit by bit.

The Triple Transformation naturally couldn’t restrain the Great Flood Dragon, which had advanced to the Golden Core level.

But just as it furiously turned its head, the shattered Xin Metal Divine Lock suddenly transformed with a rustling sound into a sky full of water flow!

Then, Water Generates Wood, Wood Generates Fire, Fire Generates Earth, Earth Generates Gold, Gold Generates Water—all brilliant and resplendent, circulating incessantly. A splendid sphere of light instantly formed, enveloping the Great Flood Dragon within, tightening abruptly inward.

Five Elements Immortal Prison!

The prison’s barriers, constructed of cycling Triple Transformations, suddenly contracted inward, instantly scraping off large sections of scales from the Great Flood Dragon’s body. The dragon roared in pain, blood flying everywhere, fresh blood oozing profusely.

The Immortal Prison continued to shrink, compressing its thirty-zhang-long massive body into a tight ball. The swiftly rotating outer wall violently rubbed against the dragon’s body, and amidst sharp sizzle sounds, stripped away even more flesh.

The Great Flood Dragon was both shocked and terrified, trembling its body, instantly shrinking down. In the blink of an eye, it had transformed from thirty zhang long to just one zhang, bowl-thick.

The ability to grow large or small, to soar or dive, to swallow clouds and exhale smoke, to summon thunder and call forth electricity—these were innate divine techniques of a flood dragon.

By actively shrinking, it gained a bit of space. As the Immortal Prison continued to contract, pale lightning surged from the horn atop the dragon’s head, arcs of lightning crackling, striking toward the Immortal Prison.

Meanwhile, six Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Yunshan Sect had also joined the fray.

Wang Yu roared in anger, his body trembled as he seized the Hornless Dragon Heaven-Piercing Halberd in his hand. The halberd moved with his body, like a swirling brilliance of snowlight. Wherever it passed, the human-snake monsters were cut into pieces, plummeting into the deep ravine from the sky.

Shen Jialuo spun and danced, the golden bells on her fair ankle jingling softly. Waves of golden ripples wafted into being, lifting her into the air. Her flexible waist swayed gently, a Vermilion Silk fluttering around her, with two rotating golden wheels painted with flora and fauna, slicing the human-snake monster in front into two segments.

Ding Shu held a petite, exquisite cyan conch shell in his palm, its light flourishing. The roar of torrential water echoed as a surge gushed forth from it. He gently pushed with his hand, and the surge raged through the sky, like the heavenly river in turbulence.

The next moment, he gripped a longsword tightly, his form flickering and disappearing within the flow. This rushing torrent swept past the sides of a dozen human-snake monsters, and suddenly, the sword gleamed within the water.

When his figure re-emerged at the other end of the stream, the heads of more than a dozen human-snake monsters had already hit the ground, plunged down from the sky.

Zhuang Hui’s long sleeves billowed, holding the Golden Rod Long Brush in his left hand and the Silver-Handled Brush in his right. Both hands moved swiftly, sketching in the air. One talisman after another shone with azure light, intertwining with each other. As his chain Dao Pattern activated, in an instant, the wind howled, lightning soared, and where the Spirit Talisman passed, the human-snake monsters were blown to pieces in mid-air.

Zhou Ang’s methods were simpler, merely wielding a pair of swords exuding a piercing cold light. But even using only a Spiritual Artifact, as someone who had reached Foundation Establishment, he effortlessly dealt with these Qi Cultivation level human-snake monsters, as easily as chopping vegetables.

And Jiang Qingfeng took a deep breath.

These past years, she had rarely engaged in combat, mostly focusing on sparring with fellow sect members. Now, truly fighting on the battlefield, the thick scent of blood assailing her nostrils, witnessing the scene of flying flesh and blood, she couldn’t help but feel nervous, a layer of fine sweat forming in her palms.

A few human-snake monsters saw her momentarily unmoving, shrieked, and flew toward her.

The membranes under their arms vibrated, their tails twisting behind them, their bodies covered with varicolored scales, their twisted and bizarre snake faces, mouths wide open lined with venomous fangs, and their eyes infused with pure bloodlust and murderous intent...

The enemy’s appearance was so hideous and terrifying that Jiang Qingfeng’s heart trembled, her mind momentarily blank, instinctively using her strongest technique.

Spiritual Power surged out from her Dantian, the Tri-Color Spirit Flower trembling slightly, the Spirit Bud atop it gleaming with the bright light of an ice-blue Dao Pattern.

Dao Pattern: Deep Cold!

In an instant, Jiang Qingfeng’s pupils turned a silvery-white, a layer of frost forming on her high-piled hair and two elegant brows, a thick frost flower covering her long dress. The dignified and elegant beauty suddenly transformed into a Snow Woman.

Within ten zhang of Jiang Qingfeng, water vapor froze into ice pearls, clattering down.

Facing the charging monsters, she seemed to move slowly yet quickly, gently exhaling a breath of cold air.

Silver frost spread in the air, and the charging human-snake monsters’ bodies instantly stiffened, their scales suddenly clad with a layer of hard ice, then plummeted down with a whoosh, shattering against the rock walls.

This was Jiang Qingfeng’s understanding on the path of Ice Technique. Initially learning ice techniques from Qian Ruyi’s insights, and later gaining further comprehension from Profound Monarch’s Collection, she had developed a profound understanding of how to condense water into ice, and how to amplify the power of cold ice.