Chapter 1937 – Wind, Forest, Fire, Mountain

Chapter 1937 – Wind, Forest, Fire, Mountain

There was already flesh and hair on the skull of empyrean crystal—they formed a woman’s face. Ominous ripples traveled out from it and it was infinitely close to peak grand supreme. It was almost on par with the Cen Sui!

Most frightening of all was that the ripples were still building in strength and growing ever closer to the level of a peak grand supreme.

Indeed, peak grand supreme! The woman manifested by the skull possessed cultivation levels! Lu Yun could even see tendrils of flesh, blood, and tendons extend downward from the skull, as if they were constructing a body.

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“Is your shamanic ancestor a woman?” Cen Sui turned to Wu Ru. The disordered beasts around them were spooked by the appearance of the skull and scattered, so he had nothing to kill at the moment.

“No.” Wu Ru stared intently at the skull. “The empyrean crystal skull belongs to my race’s ancestor, who is male. Not only is it our ancestral treasure, it contains the lifelong cultivation of our ancestor and a fragment of his will.

“Theoretically speaking, it is possible for him to resurrect, but the one coming back to life now is not him.”

“Stop it!” Lu Yun suddenly roared. “It’s the will of the disordered treasure, it’s trying to take possession of the shamanic ancestor’s skull!”

As he looked at the skull with the Spectral Eye, he could clearly see a fragment of pure spirit inside the empyrean crystal. A tendril of thought that wasn’t very strong, but particularly resilient was encroaching upon the fragment. Although it was a shard of true spirit, it would give rise to a full spirit if the thought took it over.

“How is that possible?? …it isn’t possible!!” Wu Ru couldn’t believe it. Generations of shamanic powerhouses had had their own designs for the skull, but they’d all failed.

The skull had been lost because a traitor dwelled among their ranks. The last shaman king’s most trusted junior disciple had betrayed them and stolen the skull; the king had lost his life over it.

The current shaman king had chased after the traitor and personally executed him, but the traitor was so strong that the king was at the end of his rope after the ordeal. Cen Sui had conveniently happened upon the scene at that time and made off with the treasure, giving rise to everything afterwards.

It was said that the infamous junior disciple was the greatest genius of the race. He’d determined how to take possession of the skull and retrieve the ancestor’s cultivation from it. But what the shamans wished to do was to resurrect their ancestor, not pillage his knowledge.

Hence, the junior disciple betrayed his race and stole the skull.

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“Lu Yun!” Wu Ru suddenly narrowed his eyes. “Do you have the guts to do something big?”

“What something big?” Lu Yun’s heart clenched, the foreboding feeling growing stronger.

"All of us will die if that woman fully possesses the skull. Even Yun Yi arriving in person won’t be a match for her.” Wu Ru was very confident in the strength of his race’s ancestor. Even if the cultivation level within the skull wouldn’t reach empyrean supreme due to the ancestor’s demise, it was still the strongest among peak grand supremes.

It had been a very long time since a peak grand supreme appeared among the shamans. Despite the prolonged interval, the peak grand supremes of the chief worlds remained extraordinarily respectful toward the shamans. The Autumnus and Cloudmist Realms had always viewed the race as equals.

“What do you want me to do?” Lu Yun’s breathing hitched—he thought of something.

“The shamanic art of extending lives!” Wu Ru responded. “The art that I used on you and Cen Sui earlier. I was in a hurry then and didn’t have time to deploy it to its maximum capability. Showing you the life form of a grand supreme was but the tip of the iceberg.

“My race has worshiped the skull for countless years and I am very familiar with it. If that thing is using the skull to manifest a body, I can deploy the art to link your lives together.”

“Alright,” Lu Yun agreed without further thought.

“Are you… are you not going to think about it?” Wu Ru paused.

“Think about what? That thing’s body will finish growing once it fully takes over the skull and it’ll be a peak grand supreme then. It’ll slap us to death with a casual backhand.” If they wanted to take action, they needed to do so immediately. The art also conferred too many benefits onto him and Wu Ru wouldn’t dare lie to him at this time.

“Cen Sui, hold off that thing while I focus on deploying the art!” Wu Ru called out.

“Okay.” Cen Sui took a deep breath as his blade flared with radiance. He rushed out of the lotus’ range and transformed the radiance into a mountain that blasted into the skull.

Having yet to reach the height of a peak grand supreme, that made Cen Sui the strongest beneath peak grand supremes. This blow was the cumulation of all of his strength and the peak combat art that his weapon could deploy. He shattered the disordered energy around them and broke it to pieces.

The mountain was as if dao itself, a tangible combat art that transformed blade into mountain and deployed the mountain as a blade.

The woman shrieked with agony and anger sparked in the depths of her deep eyes. In her simplistic line of thinking, she was about to transform into a living being after assimilating the enormous skull. All outside creatures should be fleeing in a panic, just like how the beings on the island had fled when the vortex first took shape.

In her muddled thoughts, she couldn’t understand why these three beings were attacking her.

Her mind spun from the blow. If it wasn’t for the skull being too durable and protecting her thoughts, the blow would’ve destroyed her.

She shrieked and spewed a disordered vortex from her mouth. It churned toward Cen Sui like a massive tornado.

He roared furiously in return and formed another shape with his blade. He manifested a dense forest this time instead of a mountain. It was instantly blown apart by the vortex, but the forest also shredded the tornado to pieces.

Cen Sui was starting to put his life on the line. He manifested wind, forest, fire, and mountain one after another, surrounding himself with the images.

Disordered vortexes gushed out of the skull’s mouth and ate away at his defenses. Cen Sui could clearly sense the treasure’s desire—it wanted their souls!

“Hurry up, you sons of bitches! I can’t keep this up!” he yelled.