Shrouding the Heavens

Chapter 371 - 372 Chapter 377 Sun Wukong

372: Chapter 377 Sun Wukong 372: Chapter 377 Sun Wukong No one knew what kind of Source this was.

Almost no one could recognize it; not even Ye Fan or Nangong Qi could understand it.

It wasn’t extraordinarily dazzling.

It resembled the vast expanse of stars or the Divine Radiance of the bright moon gathered together—gentle and hazy.

It gleamed brilliantly, greatly captivating one’s Heart Spirit.

Upon first sight, it felt extraordinary, no less than Divine Sources, with Holy Power circulating within.

However, the mysterious source seeds were not the most captivating.

The Goddess within was the focal point, attracting all eyes and drawing everyone’s attention.

The Stone Garden first erupted with cries of shock, followed by a deathly silence, then a cacophony like a tidal wave, leaving everyone astonished.

Witnessing this miracle, no one could remain calm.

The Goddess was cut from the stone, like a legend retold, reviving rumors from over a hundred thousand years ago.

In the crystalline Sources, like molten Moonlight, a stunning face as delicate as porcelain appeared.

It was serene, as if in deep sleep, and motionless.

Her purple strands of hair were smooth and glossy, covering half of her celestial visage, yet they failed to mask her earth-shattering beauty.

Her skin was remarkably radiant and fair.

It was as if carved from Mutton Fat Jade, not resembling flesh and bone.

It gave a dreamy impression, making one think this was a creation of heaven, not born of flesh.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

They confirmed that this was no illusion—the Goddess had indeed been cut out!

The peculiar source seeds, forged like stars, emitted Divine Power.

This power diluted the killing intent of the blood-red spear tip, invoking a feeling of soothing Qi Mechanism.

“Is this… real?

Why does it feel so surreal?!” “A living girl, an Ancient king!” She was undoubtedly an Ancient king.

In that era, there were almost no beings resembling the human race, but any that did exist must have been of the Royal Family.

Everyone noticed that this celestial face was quite young, appearing somewhat immature, not exceeding sixteen or seventeen years of age.

Did she wield an unparalleled War Spear and vanquish unimaginable supreme beings?

Whenever they pondered this question, everyone’s heart shuddered.

The girl seemed peaceful and quiet, but her real age and state might differ; perhaps she was a peerless king.

Among the crowd, the Ji Family’s Little Moon and the young nun in white tightly grasped the Divine Silkworm.

The Golden Little Spirit struggled intensely, yearning to rush over.

The Ji Family’s sovereign remained adamant and unmoved, his Silver Blade carving through the air.

Stone powder flew and scattered continuously.

Almost in an instant, he sliced away nearly half of the Sources, revealing one side of the Goddess’s body.

Her golden gauze clothes and ivory-white skin were tantalizingly visible.

The Ji Family’s sovereign persistently avoided the Supreme Evil Weapon.

He did not carve the stone material around the Blood Spear’s tip, preventing its premature emergence.

At last, the large block of Sources was almost completely cut away.

Only the girl’s left side remained hidden, where the blood-red War Spear lay.

CRACK!

The Ji Family’s sovereign finally acted.

Stone blocks crumbled and fell as he sliced away a large part of the Supreme Evil Weapon’s tip.

BOOM!

An overwhelming murderous intent surged like tides.

Those present felt as if plunged into purgatory.

When a section of the nearly dilapidated War Spear was revealed, its aura overwhelmed many.

It was like a peerless Demon Lord, capable of devouring mountains and rivers, was emerging.

A soul-based intimidation swept over all, as if crashing down from the Nine Heavens and surging up from the Nine Netherworld simultaneously!

THUD!

Many couldn’t bear it.

The killing intent seeped into their bones, and they collapsed to the ground, screaming aloud in extreme terror.

The form of the Supreme Evil Weapon might decay, but its murderous intent was indestructible!

“Retreat quickly!” Numerous cultivators trembled with fear and retreated swiftly.

Many elders were terrified, their hairs standing on end.

DING!

The Ji Family’s sovereign wielded the Silver Blade like the wind, continuously slicing away the stone skin surrounding the Blood Spear, which was nearing full disclosure.

At this moment, people keenly sensed something was amiss: the rusty War Spear didn’t appear to be grasped in the girl’s hand.

“No, that’s completely wrong.

This doesn’t seem to be the Goddess’s weapon.” “The Ancient king appears to have been pierced through by the Supreme Evil Weapon!” People were shocked to realize the truth.

It initially appeared as if the girl was holding a spear, but that was definitely not the case.

The Ancient Spear seemed to have passed through her chest, pinning her in place!

SNAP!

With a final soft sound, several hundred pounds of stone fragments all fell, revealing the marvels hidden within the Blood Sacrifice Platform.

This was a Peculiar Source approaching two meters in height.

It hovered in mid-air, not sinking, possessing traits akin to Divine Sources, with Holy Power flowing within.

Inside, a purple-haired girl with celestial beauty was sealed.

She was motionless, resembling one in deep slumber, yet everyone sighed.

A supreme Divine Spear pierced this Peculiar Source, revealing a section of its tip.

It nailed the girl, piercing through her heart.

No one had anticipated such a result: an Ancient king, brutally slain!

It left people utterly shocked.

How powerful the Ancient kings truly were, people couldn’t fathom.

Some speculated their might rivaled that of a Great Emperor, invincible in Heaven and Earth.

Too much time had passed.

Even the Sacred Lands could not have fought against the Ancient races, as they were separated by an entire era, creating a vacuum period.

Their true strength and the terrifying degree it reached were beyond explanation.

No one could return to the time immemorial to validate it.

“Why was an Ancient king, who could make Heaven and Earth shudder, pierced?!” “An existence invincible in Heaven and Earth, why was it nailed by a Supreme Evil Weapon?!” Even Daoist Chi Long and the Great Xia Emperor’s uncle were left in a daze, quite surprised.

Everyone was aghast, watching from afar.

They were unable to endure the murderous intent.

The spear tip was chillingly intimidating, its pressure bearing down, making everyone feel like prostrating.

SOB…

Suddenly, sorrowful cries erupted—very youthful yet endlessly mournful.

The Divine Silkworm suddenly broke free from Ji Ziyue and the young nun, rushing toward the suspended Peculiar Source.

“Forebear, do not harm it!” the Ji Family’s Little Moon transmitted through her voice.

The Ji Family’s sovereign did not block it, silently standing and watching.

The Divine Silkworm was not terrified by the spear tip’s murderous aura.

It charged directly at the Peculiar Source, crying desperately, tears rolling down its face in pairs.

Even the young nun in white, with her childlike appearance, heard the Divine Silkworm’s voice for the first time.

It had never made a sound before, always just acting, which made her assume it was mute.

However, at this moment, it was deeply grieved.

Its bright eyes brimmed with tears as it wept sadly, extending a small paw to continuously caress the girl’s face.

Yet, how could she come back to life?

She had been pinned there for so long, fallen for unknown ages.

“Little one, don’t cry,” the young nun in white gently consoled.

However, she was unable to go over, as she could not withstand the murderous intent from the weapon.

“Little precious, stop crying; I’m upset too,” said the Ji Family’s Little Moon.

What was going on?

Could the Golden Little Spirit recognize that girl?

Everyone was astonished.

Seeing it so mournful, crying as if its heart would break, everyone trembled.

Could there be some ancient history between them?

This thought greatly shocked people.

The Golden Little Spirit wept so intensely it nearly fainted.

It tremulously extended its golden paw, repeatedly caressing the girl’s cheek.

Its youthful cries were painful to hear.

It seemed to be repeating a syllable, from an Ancient dialect.

No one could understand it, yet people speculated that perhaps it was the girl’s name.

The Golden Little Spirit cried ceaselessly, murmuring that name repeatedly, its tears streaming.

Everyone was moved.

They had never expected such deep emotion from this little creature.

It was so saddened that it evoked various images in their minds.

In that Ancient era, the earth was vibrant.

A hundred clans thrived, and kings rose.

An untroubled girl, though a king, was unaware of worldly affairs.

She relied on the Golden Little Spirit, and they chased each other and played together under the night moon.

Yet sadly, one day she eventually encountered other kings and fell in battle during that era.

Only this Golden Little Spirit was left, surviving to the present day.

Its tender calls and childish cries were indescribably sorrowful.

The Golden Little Spirit clung to the Crystal Stone, crying with sadness.

Yet, when calling that name, its voice was gentle.

It carefully caressed the girl’s cheek with its golden claws, seemingly afraid to wake her.

How many past events have faded away, never to return?

Let alone the bygone tales of the Ancient times.

What stories lay between them, people did not know.

Tears flowed continuously from the large eyes of the Divine Silkworm.

After a long time, its crying subsided and eventually ceased; it had cried itself into unconsciousness.

The Ji Family’s sovereign picked up this little creature and brought it to Ji Ziyue and the young nun.

“Poor little one,” the two girls said, feeling waves of heartache.

The Divine Silkworm can undergo nine transformations, looking down upon Heaven and Earth, viewing the Mortal World with disdain.

But with each transformation, it must forget all past things.

Perhaps one day, it will forget everything, not remembering the girl from the time immemorial, nor a past that should not be forgotten.

“This is too unbelievable!

How could the Divine Silkworm know this Ancient king?

How could it be such a coincidence?” “Nothing is impossible.

Its revival in the present age is a miracle in itself.

Ancient kings are as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns, and the Golden Little Spirit is also of Royal Family.

Their acquaintance is not unexpected.” Daoist Chi Long spoke, “Perhaps they really knew each other in the past.

Or perhaps this girl is also a nine-transformation Divine Silkworm, and the Golden Little Spirit sensed a familiar Qi Mechanism.” The girl, a nine-transformations Divine Silkworm?

That was possible.

People looked on in amazement at the Peculiar Source.

Inside, the girl still appeared slightly childish.

Could she really be an invincible Holy Spirit after nine transformations, supreme in both Heaven and on Earth?

At this moment, people realized that the Blood Spear had pierced her heart from behind, not as the result of a frontal attack.

This inspired endless speculation.

Perhaps the girl, unversed in worldly affairs, had been ambushed and killed.

Or perhaps the Divine Silkworm, having forgotten the past after its nine transformations, had been taken advantage of by others.

The events from Ancient times—what really happened—had long since faded like smoke, and no one could truly know.

After a long time, people finally calmed down.

The value of this Peculiar Source was immeasurable.

The girl inside, being an Ancient king, was herself a priceless treasure.

“Huh?

What’s going on?” someone exclaimed, pointing at the Crystal Stone that glowed like moonlight.

“Why are there tears at the corner of the girl’s eyes inside?

I remember there weren’t any just now.” “It must be the Golden Little Spirit’s tears that dripped onto the Source, creating an illusion for us.” The Ji Family’s sovereign gently waved a hand, and all the tear marks on the Crystal Stone vanished.

Yet, the tears at the corner of the girl’s eyes inside the Source remained.

“Heavens, could she still be alive?” “How could that be possible?!” Many people were shocked, their expressions incredulous.

Someone laughed and said, “You all are too tense.

There were clearly tears from the start.” “Yes, they were there initially.

I think I saw them too.

Otherwise, even if she were alive sealed inside, tears couldn’t flow out.” “Impossible!

There definitely weren’t any at first.” An argument broke out in the Stone Garden, with various opinions being voiced.

“Stop arguing.” The Ji Family’s sovereign frowned and said, “She has no life signs anymore.” Only when a Saint Master-level figure spoke did people gradually calm down.

“Young friend, it’s your turn to cut the stone.” Nangong Qi smiled, looking at Ye Fan, and gestured for him to proceed.

Although the Goddess showed no signs of life, this giant piece of Peculiar Source, hanging in the air, was absolutely comparable to a Divine Source.

The young people from the Source Technique ancient families sneered, believing that no matter what, Ye Fan would not be able to turn the tables.

“Never mind this Peculiar Source; even the girl inside is top-grade material for refining Vessels!

What do you have to compare?” “We’ve said it before: the more precious what he cuts out, the greater our harvest, because it will all belong to us.” “How dare you compete with us?” Their faces held cold and indifferent smiles as they stared at Ye Fan and Li Heishui.

The other party was arrogant and aggressive.

Li Heishui gritted his teeth and sneered, “What you cut out might not be as valuable as Divine Medicine Seeds!” “You dark-skinned brat, what are you saying?

Such a large piece of Divine Source is hard to find in the world!

Don’t be so stubborn,” a disciple from the Source Technique noble families taunted.

Li Heishui replied coldly, “In the eyes of the various Sacred Lands, Divine Medicines can extend the lives of geniuses with the potential to become a Great Emperor.

They are much more precious than a Divine Source.

Moreover, who knows what your Source even is?

Maybe it’s far inferior to a Divine Source.” “Ridiculous!

Your stubbornness is useless.

Soon we’ll find someone to appraise it, and you’ll be compensating us until you’re bankrupt!” Ye Fan didn’t say much.

He directly wielded the Silver Blade and began cutting the Immortal Tomb.

Nangong Qi did not secretly interfere this time.

He quietly stood aside with the three other elders, watching with a smile.

They were confident in their hearts, not believing Ye Fan could defy the heavens.

CRACK!

Ye Fan’s strike was fierce.

He sliced off dozens of pounds of stone material in one go, clearly not planning to break it down slowly.

“Young friend, be careful not to ruin our Immortal Treasure,” Nangong Qi laughed, seemingly having everything under control.

“Are you sure what I cut out will belong to you, and not that everything of yours will be won by me?” Ye Fan put down his Silver Blade and looked at him calmly.

“You seem to have little hope left,” Nangong Qi said, laughing as he stroked his beard.

“You won’t shed tears until you see the coffin!

Let’s see what rare treasure you can cut out!” the young people of the Source Technique ancient families all mocked.

“Alright.

Today, I’ll show you all how I defy the heavens!” Ye Fan replied calmly.

Hearing him speak this way, everyone present showed signs of astonishment, including several Saint Master-level figures.

All the Saint Heirs and sacred ladies looked over.

Some of the older cultivators also looked on with suspicion.

All eyes were focused on him.

CRACK!

Ye Fan’s second strike fell, slicing off another dozen pounds of stone skin.

He didn’t hold back at all, cutting as if he were slicing a turnip.

An elderly man reminded him, “Young man, you are cutting an Immortal Tomb, not chopping vegetables.

You should be careful.” “Yes, old timer, my heart aches watching this.

If the Immortal Treasure is damaged, it will be too late for regrets!” The people around were all on edge.

Ye Fan smiled.

With a turn of his Silver Blade, stone chips flew.

His movements became agile as he cut stroke by stroke, no longer hacking wildly.

Suddenly, an incomparable sacred aura burst out.

The Immortal Tomb glittered vividly with dazzling brilliance; it was very mysterious.

“There really is an Immortal Treasure in the Immortal Tomb!” people exclaimed in shock.

CRACK!

Ye Fan slashed down.

Many large pieces of stone skin cracked and fell off.

And at that very moment, two beams of golden light shot out, like two blazing torches—they were eyes!

Ye Fan decisively stepped back.

Even he hadn’t expected to cut out a living creature.

“Heavens!

There’s a creature in the Immortal Tomb!

Its eyes are like torches!” “A naturally formed Ancient Tomb with a living being buried inside!” “Could there be an Immortal Spirit sealed in this Heaven-sealed Immortal Tomb?!” A chorus of exclamations arose.

Everyone was stunned, shocked on the spot.

One voice was particularly abrupt, shouting, “Sun Wukong with the Eyes of Golden Flame?!” Others did not know who Sun Wukong was, but Ye Fan understood clearly.

He knew it must be Pang Bo shouting; Pang Bo had to be at the scene as well.

The ancient Immortal Tomb glittered brilliantly.

It was incredibly holy and peaceful.

Who would have thought that there would be a living entity inside!