Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1509: 817: Alien Demon Mystery, Lifebound Magic Treasure Newly Forged

“Damn it, I’m going to fight you to the death!” A furious roar abruptly burst from the depths of the lake.

Boom!

The enormous whirlpool came to a sudden halt, then shattered with a deafening crash, whipping up colossal waves in an instant.

These towering waves roared upward, infused with the mighty power of gales and thunder, barreling straight at the red-robed colossus hovering in the air.

Gah!

The red-robed giant let out a sharp cry, lifting his right arm swiftly before slamming a punch into the oncoming waves; his strike compressed the atmosphere, erecting a dense barrier of compressed air that he thrust forward with force.

At that very moment, a boundless field of icy pale Gang Wind materialized from thin air, screeching through the space and chilling the atmosphere bit by bit, even solidifying the emptiness across a thousand meters.

The frigid Gang Wind barreled through the waves, and the violent surges of water froze solid in mere moments, forming a craggy behemoth of ice that loomed over the lake, its appearance downright horrifying.

Buzz!

While the watching cultivators reeled in shock, the ancient bronze mirror floating high above buzzed loudly all of a sudden, its cyan ray expanding to almost double its width—like a massive bronze column that ten men could encircle—plunging down to overpower the white beam underneath and smashing directly into the lake's depths.

The instant after, a deep rumble echoed from below the lake, causing the surface over ten thousand meters to erupt at once, with vast quantities of water blasting skyward and raining down everywhere.

For a time, several treasure ships in the vicinity got swept into the turmoil; the less fortunate ones flipped over from the massive swells, though most had their protective shields up, just managing to ward off the tons upon tons of falling lake water.

Seeing this terrifying spectacle, the spirit boats that had stuck around nearby panicked and scattered in every direction, steering clear of the chaotic zone from a safe distance.

The silver-white massive ship carrying Zhao Sheng was among them.

As they sped away, a booming bellow erupted from behind them: “Humph, where do you think you’re fleeing, you foul creature!”

Glancing over his shoulder, Zhao Sheng spotted the red-robed giant flinging both arms wide, unleashing the gold and silver locking chains coiled around them; these chains ballooned in size exponentially, like a pair of gigantic Canglongs lunging and coiling, stabbing viciously into the lake below.

Crack, crack, crack…

The gold and silver locking chains inched upward steadily, as though hauling something of immense weight; the dual chains went rigid, producing a clear sequence of snapping noises.

Shortly after, the lake waters split apart, revealing a enormous black shell the size of a mountain rising gradually from the depths. It was overgrown with eerie green aquatic weeds and marred by cracks of all sorts.

The gold and silver locking chains encircled it loop by loop, their tips buried deep within the shell itself.

Just then, a pair of huge iron-green claws poked out from the shell, clamping down hard on the gleaming chains.

Yet despite its efforts, even though those claws could shatter a peak with ease, they failed to scratch the chains even a little.

Unable to cut through, the claws released their hold right away, instead churning the waters around and wildly rotating the shell, whipping up endless whirlpools and surges.

From inside the shell's core, a voice laced with rage and dread resounded: “Damn it, let me go!”

However, the red-robed giant paid no heed, urging the ancient bronze mirror to keep the cyan ray pinning down the huge shell while channeling his mana into the Demon-locking Lock, methodically dragging the massive shell from the lake.

Two breaths later, the giant shell emerged fully from the water.

Upon exiting the lake, its savage energy waned sharply, and the claws grew feeble and limp.

Next, the shell ascended passively along the cyan ray, shrinking noticeably all the while.

When it finally settled into the ancient bronze mirror, the once-giant shell had dwindled to palm-sized, looking delicate and tiny.

The red-robed giant gave a faint smile, extending his hand to seize the black shell and tapping it lightly.

Suddenly, an iron-green crab darted out from it, but it barely moved before the mirror's pure light trapped it, rendering it immobile.

Right away, the red-robed giant shook the black shell once more and tapped it again.

At once, the black shell shimmered with radiant glow, and strands of white light burst from its gap.

Within every strand of white light floated a tiny “little man” the size of a grain of rice.

The white light faded swiftly, and the “little men” expanded in a flash, turning into full-fledged Foundation Establishment Cultivators.

As though rousing from slumber, the cultivators wore dazed looks at first, then shifted to alarm, evidently sensing something off.

After freeing the cultivators, the red-robed giant departed silently, morphing into a streak of rainbow light and vanishing into the heavens.

With the rainbow light gone amid the endless night, the retreating treasure ships and spirit boats wheeled around, hurrying back to scoop up the stunned Foundation Establishment Cultivators.

In the meantime, numerous Golden Core Masters dove into the lake's depths, hoping to snag some gains amid the disorder, though most came back with nothing.

Zhao Sheng joined the effort too, surfacing with a small, vibrant green lake crab clutched in his palm.

Three days passed, and the silver-white colossal ship lifted off gradually into the air before picking up speed, soaring toward the distant horizon.

Inside the top-floor hall of the great ship, Zhao Sheng faced another figure across from him, chatting about the red-robed giant who had shown up so fleetingly before.

Zhao Yongxian let out a sigh, “Sigh, my eyes have certainly been opened this time. I never expected that the legendary fearsome Qintian Guards would look like this.”

Days prior, a bunch of Golden Core Masters had huddled together in talk, and sharp observers had already pegged the red-robed giant's true identity: the Qintian Guard envoy, infamous for slaying demons and crushing beasts with his awesome might.

To this, Zhao Sheng replied gravely, “Brother, you’re focusing on the wrong thing. The ‘Water Mansion’ is the one we should truly pay attention to.”