klisemfg Chapter 188 Breaking the Stalemate
Chapter 188 Breaking the Stalemate
The stone door slammed shut, the echo reverberating through the space, causing Wang Yao to sway.
That ancient power, like a giant beast awakening, let out a silent roar, and the spiritual energy in the space began to fluctuate violently, like boiling water.
Zhuang Yu looked at the ancient runes on the stone gate, which were flashing with an eerie light. Although he was worried, he remained calm on the surface.
He took Wang Yao's hand in his own, the warmth of his palm seeping through his clothes and silently calming her nerves.
“Don’t be afraid,” he said in a deep voice, his tone firm and powerful, as if it could dispel all fear.
Wang Yao felt the warmth of his palm, and her initially panicked heart gradually calmed down.
She squeezed his hand back and nodded gently.
Just then, a thick aura of darkness surged out from the awakened power, like a ferocious beast baring its fangs and claws, rushing towards them with a suffocating sense of oppression.
Wherever that dark aura passed, space seemed to distort, emitting a series of hissing sounds.
Zhuang Yu sensed the power of this aura and knew in his heart that something was wrong.
He knew that with their current strength, resisting this force head-on would be like throwing an egg against a rock.
His eyes sharpened, and he grabbed Wang Yao, flashing away into the depths of the space.
The treasures that were originally neatly arranged in the space were now scattered everywhere by the impact of that dark aura, like fallen leaves in a storm.
Some precious medicinal herbs were ground into powder and scattered in the air, emitting a rich medicinal fragrance; some shimmering ores were also smashed to pieces, making a crisp cracking sound.
While dodging the flying treasures, Zhuang Yu cautiously observed his surroundings, looking for a place to hide.
The light in the space grew dimmer and the dark aura grew stronger, almost threatening to engulf them.
“Young Master…” Wang Yao gripped Zhuang Yu’s hand tightly, her voice trembling slightly.
Zhuang Yu didn't speak, but stared firmly ahead, various thoughts flashing through his mind.
Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, his eyes lit up, and he whispered, "Yao'er, hold on tight to me!" Zhuang Yu held Wang Yao's hand tightly, feeling the slight sweat on her palm.
His gaze was sharp as he scanned the space around him, which was ravaged by darkness.
Memories flooded back, and he recalled that deep within a mysterious space, he had inadvertently perused an ancient book that recorded a defensive technique called "Diamond Glazed Shield."
This technique uses one's own spiritual power as a guide to form an indestructible light shield that can resist all external attacks.
With a thought, the spiritual power of the Nascent Soul stage within him surged like a rushing river, gathering in his palm.
A dazzling golden light burst forth from his hand, instantly enveloping the two of them.
A semi-transparent golden light shield, like an inverted giant bowl, firmly protected them within.
The thick, dark aura, like ink, pounded wildly against the light barrier, like an enraged beast.
The dull thud echoed through the space like a drumbeat, making Wang Yao's eardrums buzz.
However, the golden light barrier remained completely still, like an impregnable fortress, firmly protecting them.
Zhuang Yu's lips curled up slightly, a confident smile appearing on his face, revealing his wisdom and decisiveness.
However, the dark aura did not retreat; instead, it continued to condense and surge, eventually forming a hideous monster before their eyes.
It was entirely black, as if it had been painted with thick ink. It had no facial features, only countless tentacle-like limbs that waved wildly in the air, making a "whooshing" sound.
The suffocating sense of oppression hit her like a tangible force, making Wang Yao's heart leap into her throat once again.
The monster let out a sharp roar and lunged at them, its claws outstretched, and the space around it creaked and groaned as it passed.
Despite the danger, Zhuang Yu remained calm. With a flick of his wrist, a black disc gleaming with a cold light appeared in his hand.
The disc was engraved with dense runes, exuding an ancient and powerful aura.
This was an offensive magical artifact he obtained in the mysterious space—the "Demon-Slaying Wheel".
His eyes narrowed, and he channeled his spiritual power into the Demon-Slaying Wheel, causing a dazzling red light to erupt from the disc.
A crimson beam of light, like an arrow released from a bow, shot towards the dark monster with a destructive force.
"boom!"
With a loud bang, the red beam of light struck the dark monster's body, knocking it back a few steps.
The monster let out a hoarse roar, and fine cracks appeared on its body, but it quickly recovered.
It seemed enraged, its roars becoming sharper and its tentacles waving faster as it lunged at them again.
Wang Yao watched the breathtaking scene unfold before her with bated breath, gripping Zhuang Yu's hand tightly, her palms damp with sweat.
Although her heart was filled with fear, she still believed that the man before her would surely be able to defeat this terrifying monster.
Zhuang Yu watched the monster pounce again, a cold glint in his eyes. He slowly raised his head, a meaningful smile playing on his lips, and said softly, "Yao'er, watch closely..."
Zhuang Yu's lips curled into a cold smile, his eyes burning with a fierce fighting spirit.
He took a deep breath, and the spiritual energy within his body surged out like a flood breaking through a dam, gathering in his dantian.
He rapidly formed hand seals, and mysterious runes danced at his fingertips, radiating a chilling energy.
A suffocating sense of oppression filled the air, as if even the space itself could not withstand the impact of this force.
"Burn the heavens and destroy the earth!" Zhuang Yu shouted, his voice booming like thunder in the space.
He thrust his hands forward with a sudden burst, and a massive vortex of flame appeared out of thin air, like a burning sun, radiating intense heat.
The vortex of flames spun rapidly, emitting a whooshing sound, and crackling sounds echoed in its wake, as if the space itself was being torn apart.
The intense heat, even through the Vajra Glass Shield, made Wang Yao feel waves of scorching heat.
The vortex of flames, like a roaring fire dragon, carrying a world-destroying momentum, crashed violently into the dark monster.
"Roar!" The monster let out a shrill scream. Its pitch-black body began to twist and deform violently under the scorching heat of the flames, gradually melting like a wax figure thrown into a furnace.
Thick smoke billowed out, and the acrid smell permeated the space.
Countless cracks appeared on the surface of the dark monster, like shattered porcelain, with wisps of black energy shooting out from the fine cracks.
It struggled frantically, trying to break free from the flames' hold, but the power of the vortex was simply too great, clinging to it like a malignant tumor, constantly devouring its body.
The black tentacles, scorched by the flames, broke apart inch by inch like withered branches, turning into ashes.
Finally, with a mournful cry of despair, the dark monster's body completely dissipated, turning into wisps of black smoke that merged into the void.
The suffocating sense of oppression disappeared, and the spiritual energy in the space gradually returned to calm.
Zhuang Yu withdrew his technique, and his aura gradually subsided.
He slowly exhaled, the sharpness in his eyes gradually fading, replaced by a trace of weariness.
He turned around and looked at Wang Yao behind him, his eyes filled with tenderness.
Seeing that Zhuang Yu was safe and sound, Wang Yao finally felt relieved.
"Young Master, it's so good that you're alright..." Wang Yao's voice was choked with emotion, and her body was trembling slightly, as if she was still feeling fear from the danger she had just faced.
Zhuang Yu gently stroked Wang Yao's hair, feeling the softness and warmth of her body, and a surge of tenderness welled up in his heart.
He lowered his head, gently kissed her forehead, and whispered, "Don't be afraid, I'm here, everything will be alright."
Wang Yao raised her head and looked at Zhuang Yu. She gently rested her head on Zhuang Yu's chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, and felt a sense of security.
The ambiguous atmosphere between the two gradually intensified, and the air in the space seemed to become thicker.
Zhuang Yu looked around and saw that the treasures that were originally neatly arranged were now scattered all over the ground, and the space had become a mess.
He should have taken this opportunity to acquire these treasures, but he did not act hastily.
He frowned slightly, looking thoughtfully at the chaotic scene before him. Finally, his gaze settled on the stone gate not far away, where the runes that had once shimmered with an eerie light were now dull and lifeless…
"Something seems off here," Zhuang Yu said in a low voice.
Zhuang Yu did not rush to collect the scattered treasures, which puzzled Wang Yao.
She gazed at the rare medicinal herbs and minerals that shimmered with light.
Zhuang Yu's gaze swept over the scattered treasures, but there was no trace of greed in his eyes.
He seemed indifferent to these material possessions; his attention was entirely focused on the tightly closed stone door.
He slowly walked to the stone gate, carefully observing the runes on it, his brows furrowed as if he were deep in thought.
"Young master, aren't we going to take these treasures with us?" Wang Yao finally couldn't help but ask.
Zhuang Yu turned to look at Wang Yao. "Our most important task now is to find a way out."
Wang Yao nodded as if she understood, but she believed Zhuang Yu's words without a doubt.
She knew that Zhuang Yu was always able to make the right judgments, and all she needed to do was trust him.
Zhuang Yu's gaze fell on the stone door again. He reached out and gently stroked the cold runes on the stone door, feeling the ancient aura that remained on it.
His fingers moved slowly along the lines of the runes, as if searching for something.
Suddenly, his finger stopped in an inconspicuous corner.
There is a tiny groove there, almost blending into the color of the stone gate, and it is difficult to notice without careful observation.
He took a deep breath, extended his index finger, and slowly pressed it into the groove.
Just as his finger was about to touch the groove, a mysterious voice suddenly rang out in the space. The voice was ethereal and distant, as if it came from the ancient wilderness, and carried a heart-palpitating pressure.
"Who has disturbed my slumber..."