12dz Chapter 68 Kong Xuan Dapeng
Chapter 68 Kong Xuan Dapeng
Chapter 68 Kong Xuan Dapeng
In the vast Northern Ocean, within the Kunpeng Palace.
Since heading south to subdue the last surviving members of the Phoenix Clan, two more energetic figures have joined the Kunpeng Palace.
Kong Xuan and the Golden-Winged Roc were both innate deities born from the bloodline of the Primordial Phoenix, their exceptional talents being rare even in the entire prehistoric world. However, their personalities were vastly different: Kong Xuan was aloof and cold, like a peerless divine sword hidden in its sheath; while the Roc was unruly and untamed, moving like thunder, his eyes filled with the ambition to roam the heavens and earth.
Kunpeng sat upright on the cloud platform, looking down at his two sons, and nodded slightly. He knew that the key to education lay in teaching according to aptitude, and was by no means simply instilling knowledge.
"Dapeng, come here."
Kunpeng waved, and the golden-haired youth flapped his wings and instantly arrived at the front of the stage. His speed was so great that he left behind long-lasting afterimages of yin and yang in the air.
"Your origins are derived from the innate Yin and Yang energies, and you are naturally close to the laws of wind."
Kunpeng's expression was solemn. He flicked his finger, and two streams of light entered Dapeng's mind. "Your master transformed into a Peng and departed, taking control of the world's ultimate speed. Today, I will impart to you the Great Dao of Wind and the principles of Yin and Yang transformation."
"Thank you, Master!" Dapeng's eyes shone with ecstasy. He immediately sat cross-legged and began to meditate.
Dapeng's talent was indeed astonishing. In just a few years, he had integrated the movement techniques passed down by Kunpeng into his instincts. With each flap of his wings, although he could not traverse time and space like Kunpeng, he had already reached the fastest speed in the primordial world. In fact, he could vaguely slip into the gap between the Yin and Yang realms in the void, appearing and disappearing like a ghost.
Then, Kunpeng turned his head and his gaze fell on Kong Xuan, who had been standing quietly to the side.
"Kong Xuan, come with me."
Kunpeng stood up and led Kong Xuan out of the main hall, arriving at the foot of the Five Elements Fruit Tree that shone with divine light.
As a superior innate spiritual root, this tree has been rooted in the Northern Darkness for many years. Thirty Five Elements Fruits hang from its branches, each one flowing with the pure essence of the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, causing ripples in the surrounding void.
"You were born with a five-colored divine light, which is the origin of the five elements. However, your divine light is still somewhat impure at this time, and the cycle of the five elements is not yet complete."
Kunpeng looked at Kong Xuan, a rare solemnity flashing in his eyes, "Ordinary seclusion may allow you to break through realms, but it's difficult for you to reach your peak."
Kong Xuan looked up at the fruit tree, his breathing a little rapid. He could feel the blood in his body resonating with the tree.
"You have a great affinity with this tree."
With a wave of his sleeve, Kunpeng made a move that horrified Kong Xuan.
With a flick of his right hand, he instantly plucked the thirty incomparably precious Five Elements Fruits from the branch, transforming them into a highly concentrated, multicolored droplet.
Immediately afterwards, Kunpeng's magical power surged, forcibly activating the original essence of the Five Elements Fruit Tree!
"Master, no! This is the most precious treasure of our sect!" Kong Xuan exclaimed.
"Those who achieve great things do not concern themselves with trifles. A treasure that cannot be transformed into something useful is just a lifeless object."
Kunpeng remained unfazed, and his vast quasi-saintly power, like a dam bursting, forcefully poured the primordial energy of the five elements emanating from the entire fruit tree into Kong Xuan's body.
"Hold your breath and concentrate! Draw the five elements back to your back, and let divine light manifest!"
The Kunpeng Dao sound, like thunder, resounded in Kong Xuan's sea of consciousness.
Kong Xuan dared not be negligent and immediately gritted his teeth and sat cross-legged, enduring the terrifying energy that almost burst his body.
"boom!!!"
In an instant, five towering pillars of light, each tens of thousands of feet high, shot up behind Kong Xuan.
Green, yellow, red, white, black!
Each beam of light was as heavy as a divine mountain, representing the ultimate principles of the five elements of heaven and earth. Under the frenzied nourishment of the five-colored fruits and the essence of the fruit tree, the divine light behind Kong Xuan transformed from illusory to real, eventually turning into five crystal-clear feathers.
The brilliance flows and transforms, mutually generating and restraining each other.
A powerful aura belonging to the early stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal erupted from Kong Xuan, but his combat strength was far beyond that of an ordinary Great Luo.
"receive!"
Kong Xuan suddenly opened his eyes, and the five-colored divine light swept backward.
A hundred miles ahead, a ten-thousand-year-old ice mountain vanished silently the instant the divine light swept across it, forcibly absorbed into the divine light space.
"Excellent! The Five-Colored Divine Light can capture anything!"
Seeing this, Kunpeng smiled with satisfaction.
Although Kong Xuan is only at the early stage of the Great Luo realm, with his perfected Five-Colored Divine Light, let alone a spiritual treasure at the peak of the Great Luo realm, even an ordinary Quasi-Saint would likely suffer a hidden loss if he is not careful.
The Beiming lineage finally has a successor.
Just as the master and disciple were living in harmony and diligently practicing in the Beiming Palace.
Far beyond the easternmost reaches of the primordial East Sea, in a mysterious place called "Tang Valley," a cataclysmic event is brewing that could rewrite the fate of the primordial world.
In the Valley of Tang, there stands a towering tree called Fusang.
This place is the dwelling place of the Golden Crow clan.
To protect his young sons, the Heavenly Emperor Di Jun set up numerous restrictions here, sealing all ten of his underage sons, the ten little golden crows, within this place, forcing them to cultivate day and night and forbidding them from stepping out without permission.
However, while one can confine the body, one cannot confine the restless heart.
On this day, a streak of light quietly descended upon the sea outside Tang Valley.
As the light faded, an old Taoist priest appeared, dressed in a withered yellow robe, his face showing a mixture of sorrow and kindness.
It was none other than the second leader of the Western Sect, the Daoist Zhunti.
Zhunti stood in the void, his eyes, which seemed to contain endless Zen wisdom, now revealed a strange and calculating look.
"The war between the Lich King and the Demon King has been deadlocked for a long time. If we allow you to pass through this great calamity unscathed, how can our Western Sect even begin its grand plan to advance eastward?"
A faint, cold smile curled at the corner of Zhunti's mouth.
He glanced at the heavily fortified Emperor Jun's restrictions, and with a slight sweep of his divine sense, he found the weakest point in the great formation.
With a flick of his fingertip, an invisible force of cause and effect, mixed with the aura of annihilation, silently disintegrated the foundation of that array.
The once golden barrier suddenly cracked open with a barely perceptible fissure.
Then, Zhunti transformed into an old rogue cultivator with a pure and ethereal aura and an otherworldly air.
He staggered towards the hibiscus tree and shouted at the ten bored little golden crows that were breathing fire, "Alas, what a pity, what a pity—"
Upon hearing the sound, the ten little golden crows all flew down at once, staring with their big, curious eyes.
"Old Taoist priest, what are you regretting here?" the youngest, Xiao Shi, asked in a clear voice.
The old Taoist priest, who was actually Zhunti, sighed with regret: "It is a pity that you young princes, as sons of the sun, should be touring the heavens and receiving the worship of all spirits. But now, you are confined in this small Tang Valley, like birds in a cage. How tragic!"
"Look at that vast and boundless primordial land, filled with countless rare and exotic beasts, and countless blessed mountains and lands, all awaiting your glorious arrival."
"Moreover—that lowly witch clan is now openly slaughtering you demon race people, and even claims that they will use Mount Buzhou as a boundary to completely block the sun's rays."
Zhunti's voice carried an indescribable magic, as if it directly aroused the violent and arrogant instincts within the Golden Crow bloodline.
"Your father, in protecting you, has caused you to lose the bloodthirstiness of the Golden Crow. Don't you want to go out and see the world, don't you want to avenge those who died?"
The Golden Crows are young and their minds are not yet firm. How could they withstand the sage's words, which were both deliberate and unintentional?
"But Father has set up a barrier, so we can't get out," the leading golden crow said, somewhat dejected.
"Hehe, Heaven is on your side. The restriction seems to have developed a gap due to years of neglect. If the young princes don't come out now, when will they?"
The old Taoist priest pointed, and sure enough, a crack was faintly shimmering in the previously impenetrable sky.
The ten little golden crows looked at each other, and the flames in their eyes instantly blazed fiercely.
"Let's go! Let's go have some fun in the prehistoric world!"
"We must show those barbarians who the true masters of this world are!"