Chapter 00063: Primordial Power
# Primordial Power
Chapter 63
Novel: After the Immortals Disappeared
Chapter 63: Primordial Power
Could it be?
He Lingchuan couldn't help but glance westward.
The direction where the official residences had been burned down lay there.
"No reason. Young Master, let's just stay hidden here!" Mao Tao had killed many and suffered many injuries, but he wasn't reckless.
He didn't want to tangle with an opponent he couldn't defeat.
Just then, someone from behind exclaimed in surprise, "Young Master, you're here!"
That voice, could it be?
He Lingchuan's joy was immense.
He turned around sharply and indeed saw Zeng Feixiong standing at the entrance of a cellar with five subordinates.
"Why did it take you so long?" He Lingchuan immediately complained.
"Where's my father?"
With six skilled fighters joining their side, He Lingchuan felt much more secure.
"The Prefect sent us down to assist you, Young Master. He stayed above to fend off the vengeful spirits," Zeng Feixiong explained, looking around in confusion, his mouth agape.
"What's going on? Why aren't we helping the State Preceptor?"
"He has ill intentions. He just tried to ambush me," He Lingchuan said with a serious expression.
"Stay here with me. Don't go up!"
Though unsure why the State Preceptor would ambush He Lingchuan, Zeng Feixiong hesitated for a few seconds before deciding to stay by the young master's side.
Despite the fierce battle ahead, both the State Preceptor and Commander Nian were formidable and could surely handle themselves.
He Lingchuan narrowed his eyes.
Since he first met Sun Fuping, the State Preceptor had always carried himself with an air of superiority.
Why hadn't he unleashed any major counterattacks yet? Most of the monster's attacks were being blocked by Nian Songyu.
Where was the State Preceptor's power?
Even a bystander like him knew the principle of capturing the leader first.
Without eliminating the black serpent on the city gate, the monsters on the ground would never cease.
Why hadn't Sun Fuping acted yet?
He Lingchuan was puzzled.
If he had known the State Preceptor was a paper tiger, why had he and his father endured so much while obeying him?
Or perhaps the weakening fortunes of the Great Falcon Kingdom had also diminished the power of the State Preceptor, who was closely tied to the kingdom's fate?
In truth, He Lingchuan didn't know that Sun Fuping's power was being used to maintain the reality barrier.
After all, He Chunhua and the others outside were dealing with no ordinary foes but the mighty Wind Army!
With his power and focus divided, the State Preceptor was struggling in this battle, much to his frustration.
At the southern gate, Nian Songyu was already panting heavily.
"State Preceptor, if we don't use our trump card now, it'll be too late!" Their individual strength was limited, and the black serpent seemed to have boundless power on its own turf.
The fight had been unfair from the start.
How could they win?
Sun Fuping had long since drawn his sword.
He had just slit the throat of a demonic ape.
"Fine, buy me thirty breaths of time, completely undisturbed!" His swordsmanship wasn't as good as Nian Songyu's, but it was still formidable.
Taking advantage of the brief respite, he scattered a dozen copper beans on the ground.
This was the secret art of turning beans into soldiers.
The golden-armored soldiers that sprouted were identical to the two fallen comrades before.
They formed a protective wall, firmly shielding Sun Fuping in the center.
Using battlefield techniques consumed a lot of spiritual energy, and in this illusionary realm, the cost was doubled.
Sun Fuping was going all out, even willing to use two deep-green profound crystals in one go.
Earlier, the walnut plate had traversed the desert for several hours, carrying over two hundred people, and had only consumed three low-grade profound crystals, far inferior to these two.
If He Lingchuan had seen this, he would have slapped his thigh in regret, lamenting the loss of three grand estates complete with manors, beautiful maids, and productive lands.
Speaking of productive lands, some legendary estates had unique outputs, such as springs that brewed fine tea or wine, or old plum or jasmine trees with extraordinary fragrances, making their pastries and cakes uniquely delicious.
These estates had unique geographical and water advantages that could nourish their owners, but their greater significance lay in their prestige, making them far superior to ordinary mansions in status and value.
Truly, it was a display of extravagance without humanity.
Ah, but I digress.
Nian Songyu, of course, had no time to lament.
He looked at the monsters swarming from all directions and calculated the thirty breaths of time.
Gritting his teeth, he said, "Fine!"
If they didn't seize the chance to fight while they still had strength, they would soon be at the mercy of their enemies.
Sun Fuping's gaze swept over the southern city ruins and, for some reason, locked eyes with He Lingchuan.
Of course, he also saw Zeng Feixiong and Mao Tao.
Since discovering that the monsters summoned by the black serpent didn't attack him, He Lingchuan had grown bolder.
He even dared to climb to the second floor of a ruined tavern to watch the spectacle, with Zeng Feixiong and the others naturally following.
This was the corner between the eastern and southern city walls, no more than thirty paces from the wall.
When their eyes met, He Lingchuan felt a chill run down his spine, for Sun Fuping gave him a strange smile.
Just a smile, as if to say, "You're in big trouble."
At that moment, Nian Songyu let out a roar to the heavens.
A green light gathered around him, and a giant phantom, about five zhang tall and rippling with muscles, appeared above him.
The giant, like Nian Songyu, wielded dual blades.
Though it was a phantom, the blades were four zhang long!
Just as monsters were closing in from all sides, Nian Songyu slashed horizontally twice and then made a vertical slash in the air.
Where his blade passed, the giant's phantom blade followed, extending an additional three zhang.
In a flash of cold light and crisscrossing blade energy, all the monsters within a seven-zhang radius were cleaved in two, leaving no intact corpses.
Even the demonic birds in the sky fell to the ground with a series of thuds.
A few more slashes, and the field would be nearly cleared of monsters.
This martial technique had a name that He Lingchuan was all too familiar with: Primordial Power.
It was Nian Songyu's ultimate skill, allowing him to borrow the strength of a primordial giant to dominate the battlefield, even suppressing others' supernatural abilities.
The only drawback was that the duration of this overwhelming power was too short, lasting a mere fifty seconds of absolute dominance.
With the immediate threats temporarily gone, Sun Fuping took out an ivory carving from his robe, bit his index finger, and smeared the blood on the sculpture.
He Lingchuan was too far away to see the details of the carving, but he noticed it had a slight yellowish tint, a sign of aged ivory, indicating it was an ancient artifact.
Interestingly, after applying the blood, Sun Fuping released the carving, closed his eyes, and began to chant silently.
The ivory carving floated in mid-air, motionless, and started to emit a faint glow.
As soon as the carving appeared, the black serpent, which had been observing from the city gate, could no longer remain idle.
It swiftly descended.
Over fifteen zhang in length, it moved faster than a galloping horse, landing almost instantly in front of Nian and Sun!
The black serpent's target was the ivory carving.
At this moment, Sun Fuping remained motionless, his eyes closed, his lips moving in silent incantation.
He was in no position to defend himself.
The only hope lay with Nian Songyu.
The commander was in the midst of a killing spree, the giant phantom above him gradually turning red, filled with a savage aura.
(End of Chapter)