Cultivation: From Poor Peasant to Celestial Lord

Chapter 259: Chapter 145: Divine Dao Seal, Undying Spirituality

Then, in full view of everyone, Chu Bai displayed a nearly barbaric might.

He lifted Qii Pan with a single hand, power exploding from his waist and hips with a thunderous crack of bone and sinew. In one fluid motion, he swung the man around, turning him into a cannonball too fast for the eye to follow, and launched him flying!

CRASH!

Qii Pan smashed heavily onto the Chaotic Stone Beach, the sound of his bones snapping clearly audible.

Before the dust had even settled, dozens of Demon-slaying Guards swarmed out like phantoms, surrounding and pinning him firmly in the mire.

These Demon-slaying Guards were all elites personally trained by Chu Bai. Their movements were ruthless and decisive. In an instant, several long sabers imbued with the Breaking Technique attribute were pressed against Qii Pan’s vital points.

Although Qii Pan was at the Qi Cultivation Sixth Layer, Chu Bai’s brutal throw had shattered nearly half the bones in his body. He could only lie limply on the ground like a half-dead dog.

His bloodshot eyes were filled with ashen despair. As he stared up at the cold, stern faces above him, he ultimately didn’t dare to channel the slightest bit of Magical Power.

He knew full well that if he resisted now, the Demon-slaying Guards had the authority to execute him on the spot. Besides, Chu Bai’s god-demon-like display had utterly shattered his nerve.

Chu Bai slogged through the mud and onto the shore, ignoring the wailing Qii Pan. Instead, he turned his gaze back to the heart of the river, to the mass of black mist that lingered and would not disperse.

With his [Microscopic]-level Divine Thought locked on, he could feel the shattered golden Seal still pulsing stubbornly within the ruins.

The Divine Dao aura it emitted was faint, yet it carried an unyielding Spirituality, as if sending faint cries for help to the outside world.

’The Divine Seal isn’t destroyed. This means the Stream Water Spirit hasn’t truly perished in the eyes of the Law. At the very least, its Divine Dao Origin is still locked inside this Seal.’

Chu Bai’s heart felt incredibly heavy.

In the Great Zhou Immortal Dynasty, if a Divine Spirit’s fall was so complete that even their Seal shattered, it meant they were utterly erased from the nation’s destiny. The Seal’s survival meant the Godslayer had either made a mistake at the final moment or had simply run out of time.

’I can’t wait for the people from the Prefecture City to arrive.’

Chu Bai clenched his fists. Since Qii Pan was so desperate to destroy the evidence, the faction behind him must have realized this as well.

If he delayed, the black mist would eventually corrode the Divine Seal completely. Either that, or a stronger expert from the other side would return. In either case, the only clue to the truth would be forever lost.

He took a deep breath and drew the Communication Token from his waist.

”Master.”

Chu Bai sent a strand of Divine Thought into the token, his mental voice urgent and firm. ”The Water Spirit’s Divine Seal isn’t destroyed—it still has Spirituality! I’ve apprehended their agent, but they’re sure to have another move. I need you to come in person and secure the scene. I’m going in the water to retrieve the Seal now!”

Back in Anping County, County Captain Zhang Cheng was being overwhelmed by reports from all departments and pressure from the Prefecture City. He was even in the middle of a briefing with a few advance officials who had rushed over from the Prefecture City.

When he heard Chu Bai’s voice from the token, a fierce look flashed across Zhang Cheng’s exhausted face. He shot to his feet, ignoring the startled expressions of the officials beside him.

”Understood.”

That was the only reply from the token, a voice like rumbling thunder.

”Chu Bai, are you crazy?” Han Xingmo cried out in horror. ”That black mist is no joke!”

Chu Bai didn’t answer. He only took one last, deep look at the roiling black mist.

SPLASH!

Chu Bai leaped. It wasn’t a simple dive; a condensed, five-colored radiance suddenly erupted around his body.

He had pushed the Guiyuan Technique to its absolute limit, creating a miniature cycle of the Five Elements around his body.

The moment he plunged headfirst into the viscous, bone-chilling mist—as thick as black tar—the wails of countless Fierce Ghosts echoed in his ears. It was the lingering resentment of the souls slaughtered by the Godslayer.

The black mist madly corroded his Magic Shield, producing a sizzling sound. Chu Bai felt as if he had been plunged into an ice cellar, a frigid cold that seeped straight into his bones.

”Suppress!”

With a cold bark, Chu Bai’s [Iron Bone] hummed within him. An obsidian-gold luster flashed beneath his skin for an instant, and he forcibly withstood the corrosive assault. Like a sharp sword piercing the darkness, he shot resolutely toward the deepest part of the Divine Ship’s wreckage—toward the sliver of golden light.