Chapter 00069: Spirit Words
# Spirit Words
Chapter 69
Novel: After the Immortals Disappeared
Chapter 69: Spirit Words
He Lingchuan's sharp eyes caught the details: "No blood. It shouldn't be dead!"
Besides, the creatures here had the ability to regenerate automatically.
Could it be that the Black Flood Dragon, as a spirit artifact, didn't possess this ability?
As if responding to his doubts, a burst of smoke erupted from the Black Flood Dragon's head, and soon a complete lower jaw grew back.
The parts that had been severed and fallen to the ground turned into black water, rolling back onto its tail and merging back into one.
No matter what, this was the Black Flood Dragon's territory, and the rules here favored it the most.
Needless to say, another round of life-and-death struggle ensued.
The Black Flood Dragon desperately tried to swallow Nian Songyu whole, while the latter fought with even more ferocity and wildness than before.
The most astonishing thing was the bright green light emanating from his body, indicating that he had reached the peak of his utilization of the Qiankun Coin.
It seemed that the suppression of the illusionary world on Nian Songyu had disappeared.
After the white light attached itself to him, Nian Songyu seemed to have gained an extraordinary boost, shattering the Black Flood Dragon twice in a row.
Fortunately, the latter could quickly regenerate, fighting with extreme tenacity.
The surrounding demon apes and sand leopards that attacked were also swept away by him, shattered into pieces.
This was very strange.
Logically, the cost of using the Primordial Power was high.
After enduring for those few dozen seconds, Nian Songyu should have been weak, short of breath, with dark circles under his eyes and unsteady footing.
Although he wouldn't need to lean against a wall to walk, he certainly shouldn't have been able to fight He Lingchuan for thirty rounds.
Now, Nian Songyu had suddenly regained his vigor, and even more fiercely than before.
It must have been the work of the white light that had attached itself to him.
He Lingchuan wasn't envious at all.
There was no such thing as a free boost in the world.
Nian Songyu's sudden surge of strength must have come at the cost of damaging his tendons, exhausting his bones, and draining his vital essence.
The aftermath would likely leave him with severe side effects.
Obviously, neither side present cared about this.
Another round of battle ensued.
"Too weak! Is this all you've got?" Nian Songyu pointed his blade at the ground.
"It's not worth my trip here."
He Lingchuan could hear the genuine disappointment in his tone and felt a stir in his heart.
He didn't know how complicated the process of summoning a deity was, but historically, there had only been three successful divine descents.
Including this one, it was only the fourth.
It must not have been easy.
Disappointment meant that the effort didn't match the reward.
So why was this guy disappointed? Wasn't it better for the artifact spirit to be weaker? That would make it easier for them to claim the Great Square Pot.
The Black Flood Dragon wasn't angered and laughed instead.
"I can keep fighting for three to five years. Can you?"
This time, even after being cut into three pieces, its body quickly regenerated.
In no more than twenty breaths, it would be as good as new.
The demon apes that had been cleared away also regrouped and were about to launch another attack.
Stability and endurance were the keys to victory.
No matter how strong the opponent was, the borrowed body was already in tatters, and the foundation was too weak.
Time and victory would eventually be on the Black Flood Dragon's side.
Nian Songyu didn't waste words.
He bit his fingertip and drew three runes in the air.
The blood that flowed out solidified mid-air, turning the runes into blood characters.
At first, his movements were quick, but as he went on, they became slower and more laborious, as if each stroke weighed a thousand pounds.
By the time the Black Flood Dragon had fully regenerated and charged at him again, he had just barely finished the last few strokes.
Then, he let out three loud shouts.
Each shout was in a different tone, strange and otherworldly, but each immediately drove one of the blood characters to transform into red light and rush toward the Black Flood Dragon.
After the three shouts, three blood-red chains appeared on the Black Flood Dragon's body!
These chains were illusory, seemingly without physical form, but the Black Flood Dragon was immediately crushed to the ground as if carrying three great mountains.
Every step it took was excruciating, requiring three to five times the effort.
The people on the city walls were shocked.
How could the Black Flood Dragon be suppressed to such an extent in its own territory?
Was this the "Heavenly God" that Sun Fuping had gone to great lengths to summon? Truly formidable.
"This is my imitation of the Spirit Words technique, corresponding to the effects of heaviness, stagnation, and fatigue. Even your regeneration will slow down."
Nian Songyu smiled.
"Strange, can't you break free?"
The Black Flood Dragon silently stared at him, steadily and slowly crawling toward him.
"If you can't break free—" Nian Songyu's eyes gleamed, his voice filled with excitement.
"Then you're not the true master of this realm!"
He Lingchuan frowned.
Even if this was the master of the illusionary realm, it couldn't do as it pleased, could it? Otherwise, it could have just crushed its enemies with a finger.
Why bother dragging things out like this?
But this summoned Heavenly God clearly had something more to say, and his expression was so excited, as if he had hit the jackpot.
Thinking of the cost of the divine descent and of He Chunhua, He Lingchuan suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest.
This pain seemed to be deeply rooted in the memories of his original body.
Since the divine descent had occurred, it was almost certain that He Chunhua was dead, wasn't he?
He Lingchuan quickly shifted his thoughts elsewhere.
The dead couldn't be brought back to life.
The most important thing now was what he should do next.
After being enveloped by the white light, he felt a splitting headache and a foggy mind, wishing he could lie down and sleep for three days.
Recalling the bizarre experiences he had just gone through, he knew he must have suffered some damage.
If nothing else, the shadow that had transformed into a sand leopard had nearly gutted him.
After waking up, he had checked his chest and abdomen.
Aside from internal injuries caused by the rolling stones, his skin was intact.
So, the injury was in his head?
He Lingchuan tried to ignore the discomfort in his heart and mind, focusing on calming himself.
The two rounds of ballista fire had completely destroyed his relationship with Sun and Nian.
Now, he could only help the Black Flood Dragon deal with his own country's Grand Tutor.
But could the Black Flood Dragon be trusted?
After dealing with Sun and Nian, would the Black Flood Dragon just swallow them too? After all, the Black Flood Dragon guarded the Great Square Pot, and they were also intruders, no different from Sun and Nian in essence.
At this moment, everyone on the city walls was leaning over the battlements, watching the fight below, with no time to pay attention to anything else.
He Lingchuan's eyes darted around, and suddenly a peculiar thought popped into his head.
It seemed a bit feasible.
Why not give it a try?
...
Under the effects of the Spirit Words curse, the Black Flood Dragon's attacks were greatly diminished.
If it had once been as agile as a swimming dragon, now it was as slow as a snail.
Not to mention Nian Songyu, even Zeng Feixiong could roll up his sleeves and engage in a few rounds of combat.
Nian Songyu stabbed his long blade into the Black Flood Dragon's head and once again drew blood characters in the air.
This time, there was only one character, and Nian Songyu's writing was even more laborious, his fingers trembling, barely able to continue.
If the Black Flood Dragon hadn't been restricted in its movements, he wouldn't have been able to complete this task.
Nian Songyu's face turned red and then pale.
Finally, after finishing the character, he shouted it out, only to vomit a mouthful of black blood.
The blood contained chunks of flesh—fragments of his internal organs.
But the effect of this Spirit Words curse on the Black Flood Dragon was even better than the previous ones:
The area where the blade had struck began to frost over, spreading from the head downward.
Wherever the white frost spread, that part of the Black Flood Dragon's body would completely freeze.
Clearly, Nian Songyu had finally figured out a way to deal with the Black Flood Dragon: freezing it completely, thus avoiding the trouble of it regenerating after being shattered.
The only downside was that he had to chant additional spells to continue this process.
Obviously, the Spirit Words curse wasn't so easy to use either.
(End of Chapter)