NOVPUBBoom!
The pitch-black seawater, surging white waves pierced the sky, stretching horizontally from south to north.
The seawater, rushing towards the sky, mysteriously washed back onto its original spot.
Waterfalls crisscrossed, rushing in all directions.
The violent waves collided with the sea’s surface, creating a thunderous roar similar to an Evil Dragon’s roar.
This scene, ceaselessly ongoing, seemed it would continue for countless years.
However, on this day.
Behind the massive waterfalls, a shadow suddenly surfaced.
Soon, this shadow swiftly enlarged, and then thunderously broke through the waterfall!
A dragon-shaped Spirit Beast, whose eyes were blood-red, with dark-colored horns on its head, and a sleek black body covered in shimmering black scales, was hovering in the air. The massive unicorn-like black dragon’s head swayed lightly, shaking off the black water from its body.
At this moment, the dragon’s mouth opened, and numerous figures swiftly streamed out.
"Junior Brother Qi’s Ghost-eyed Chi is truly extraordinary!"
A figure that resembled an old farmer flew out of the dragon’s mouth, looking back at the massive waterfall, and couldn’t help but exclaim.
Responding to his praise, a grey-haired middle-aged figure responded with a plain expression:
"Let’s leave idle chatter for later. We’ve been to this sea area before. Even if we only reached that sea barrier ahead and stopped, the north-south latitude is so extensive that the area is also very vast. If we want to search again, we can’t blandly go about it. We still need a plan."
Upon hearing his words, the old farmer nodded immediately.
On the side, a green-robed cultivator with faint green tips on his hair mused for a moment before quickly speaking:
"Let’s stick to the old method; let Hu Zaixi first explore the geographical position and check if there are any signs of activity or old sites nearby. We can use this as a center point for our sea exploration. The situation in the sea is ever-changing, so it’s best for us to move together. Although it might be a bit slower, it’s safer."
"Can he wait for us to do all this while still alive?"
From among the group, a figure with an intensely aloof expression suddenly spoke.
Hearing this skeptical remark, the green-robed cultivator knitted his brows:
"Wei Rong, do you have a better plan?"
Wei Rong shook his head simply: "No."
"If you don’t, then stop speaking. Don’t waste time."
The green-robed figure scoffed with a cold laugh.
Wei Rong, upon hearing this, remained silent.
However, the words of the green-robed cultivator won the approval of everyone present.
"In that case, let’s follow Ling Weizi’s plan and start searching the nearby areas first, shall we?"
The old farmer proposed.
"All right."
"Agreed."
The short-statured Hu Zaixi, who resembled a child, immediately nodded.
The nearby Miao Jilong, the peak master of Qianliu Peak, also immediately agreed.
However, at this moment, a figure flew straight towards the depths of the sea.
Everyone was suddenly stunned, and subsequently looked over with surprise.
"Wei Rong?!"
"What are you doing!"
Wei Rong’s voice came from afar:
"Looking for Martial Nephew Wang."
"This blockhead! It’s total nonsense! Does he even know where Wang Ba is!"
The green-robed cultivator couldn’t help but curse in anger, then turned around to face the others, vexedly saying:
"Let’s follow him!"
The group looked at each other, with no choice but to follow.
…
The incomplete Buddhist statue.
The sounds of Buddhist chants were hovering in the airspace of the entire sea area, with golden rays of light pouring down, making it seem like the Buddha Kingdom.
Ci Wu was looking at the war drum and konghou in the Buddha’s palm.
Countless Buddhist lights converged.
The drum’s beats gradually became more and more spaced out.
And the plucking of the konghou strings also became a low hum.
The images of the White Clothed Child and the exceptional beauty on the two Fifth-order Magic Treasures were becoming increasingly faint.
Ci Wu brought his palms together, his eyes were filled with compassion and bitterness, but he didn’t say another word, instead he just kept on his low chanting with his head bowed.
However, at this moment, from the sea barrier behind Ci Wu.
A man covered in colors, wearing a golden colored Feather Serpent necklace, golden serpent head waist buckle, holding a Feather Serpent Wand, and with three golden feathers on his head, broke through the water!
As soon as he surfaced, he was immediately attracted by the incomplete Buddha statue and the war drum and konghou in its hands.
He glanced at Ci Wu without a trace, a deep sense of wariness crossed his eyes. He then immediately leaped up.
He landed in front of the Buddha’s palm that was restraining the war drum and the konghou, with an expression full of surprise:
"These are two Fifth-order Magic Treasures."
He gazed at the war drum, then swiftly turned his eyes to the konghou, the more he looked at it, the more he liked it. His interest grew stronger.
The sound of the strings floated in the air.
In the man’s eyes, the color of greed was close to overflowing.
His mind stirred, and he immediately flew towards Ci Wu, laughing heartily, saying:
"The holy monk is indeed formidable... But it’s rather a pity for these two magic treasures to be destroyed like this. Why not let me handle them? The holy monk doesn’t need to worry about breaking the precepts of killing."
However, upon hearing his words, Ci Wu only pressed his hands together and gently shook his head:
"Amitabha, Chief Wu Yan, you have been deceived."
"Deceived?"
Chief Wu Yan’s face was taken aback, but within that moment, a flash of viciousness crossed his eyes.
The next moment, his mouth suddenly opened wide, a Feather Serpent coated in golden feathers and scales shot out. Its teeth grinded and sucked blood, swelling at an astonishing speed in a blink of an eye. The snake body quickly coiled around the incomplete Buddha statue, and the snake’s head went for Ci Wu’s chest!
This sudden change was truly shocking.
Yet Ci Wu’s eyes did not show any sign of surprise. From his clasped and shriveled hands, he extended one and lightly grasped.
A buddha’s large hand was thunderously birthed from the body of the buddha statue, and effortlessly grabbed the snake’s head along with Wu Yan, holding them both in its palm.
Chief Wu Yan, as if possessed, struggled frantically, even resorting to self-harm in an attempt to escape. However, he could not break free from the buddha’s palm and was instead suppressed, unable to move a muscle.
