Chapter 242: Into Thin Air

Chapter 242: Into Thin Air

The cracks over the barrier around the draconic palace began to propagate like a spiderweb. The barrier cracked and creaked for three days, until it was one good push away from shattering entirely.

Over those three days, the surroundings of the palace continued to shake violently, drawing the attention of more and more advanced cultivators. However, none dared to step into the palace.

Finally, with the entire barrier filled with cracks, it burst apart.

Seawater rushed into the draconic palace. The surface of the Eastern Sea seemed to cavitate, an awe-inspiring sight. At the same time, countless waves of energy emerged from the depths of the sea, forming giant sea dragons. A tsunami the likes of which had never been seen formed over the sea. All the ships still in the region were destroyed and obliterated by the growing storm.

The seawater churned so violently that all the aquatic lifeforms spat out blood. Read latest chapters at novelhall.com Only

Only Immortals were able to steady themselves despite the forces buffeting them every which way and clearly see what was happening at the seafloor.

Standing in the middle of a particularly wild current, an Immortal draped in rainbow light exclaimed, "All the black silt of the Eastern Sea Draconic Palace is gone! Wasn't the draconic palace formed from a foundation of black silt and rock? How could it all have vanished?"

"That black substance is cursed smoke. Impossible. The cursed smoke of the Eastern Sea Draconic Palace was the result of tens of thousands of years of accumulated treasure. How could it all have vanished?" Another Immortal gasped by the first one's side.

As the draconic palace continued to collapse, a few Immortals warily approached and began to examine their surroundings.

No one realized that, in a deepsea valley, the dragon king was infusing the last of the cursed smoke into Xiao Nanfeng's body.

"Elder, has the procedure been a success?" the dragon king asked expectantly.

"It has. The kilometer-long red rope has been completely affixed to Xiao Nanfeng's red moon," Madam Rouge replied from Xiao Nanfeng's mindscape.

"Wonderful. Wonderful!" the dragon king exclaimed. His body began to shake.

"What's the matter, Dragon King? Your spiritual avatar's shaking. Could the red rope cursed king's subordinate avatar be vying for control over your body again?" Blue Lantern asked.

The dragon king only chuckled. "It doesn't matter anymore. Blue Lantern, please take care of my son."

"You...!" Blue Lantern's eyes widened as he suddenly considered a possibility.

Just then, a ghastly howl came from within the dragon king's body. "You fools! Return me my cursed spiritual avatar!"

"Red Rope, you've brought doom to the draconic clan. Today, on behalf of all the Eastern Sea dragons whose deaths you're responsible for, I'll claim your life. Explode!" the dragon king commanded, his voice tinged with resolve and grief.

"No!" the red rope cursed king shouted.

Suddenly, the dragon king's spiritual avatar burst into countless fragments.

The shadow of a pitch-black dragon seemed to appear from within the explosion. With a flick of his tail, he rushed out of the valley and charged into a wave of seawater that threatened to drown it. He passed straight through, right toward the collapsing Eastern Sea Draconic Palace.

By then, whirlpools and eddies had formed around the Eastern Sea Draconic Palace. The underwater trenches and mountains were collapsing, and the last of the Eastern Sea draconic clan's riches were being destroyed.

The shadow of the black dragon looked toward the destruction, hazy images resolving into existence in his mind.

In his mind, the draconic palace radiated with light and fortune. Its floors were embedded with gems; its walls were made of crystal. All the spirits of the Eastern Sea came to pay tribute and their respects. Its treasuries and armories were filled with peerless treasures. Crab, lobster, and prawn soldiers and warriors maintained law and order under the guidance of whale generals. Shark spirits patrolled the region, clams frolicked in ponds and pools, and the descendants and children of the dragons were heaped with jewels and playing with each other amidst the coral. The elders of the dragon clan were gathered around the dragon king of the Eastern Sea, who had invited the top Immortals of the era for a banquet in which they would discuss the affairs of the world at large.

"If not for that old codger's self-destruction, which ruined the bulk of my strength, I would be far stronger. I'm only barely at Yin Body, aren't I? It's more than enough to deal with you, though. Brat, you're dead." The red rope cursed king shot forward again.

Xiao Nanfeng waved a hand. "Rope, come to me!"

A length of red rope descended from the air and tangled around the red rope spirit king.

"What?!" the cursed king exclaimed.

This was his technique! How could it have affected him?

"You can cast the Whip of Order, and one bearing the strength of a late-stage Lunar Deluge cultivator, at that? It's laughable for you to try to defeat me with my own technique, however. Break!" the cursed king gritted out.

It broke free of the red rope and continued charging toward Xiao Nanfeng, but the next moment, it noticed that something was amiss. It stopped short and looked up into the air, where a layer of red fog had formed. The red fog glimmered brightly, shining with the light of a crimson moon, immediately sending warning bells ringing in its head.

"No! This is my technique. You couldn't have grasped it.

"Come!" Xiao Nanfeng shouted, waving a hand in invocation.

With a huge rumble, hundreds of red ropes formed from within the fog. They shot toward the cursed king.

The cursed king blanched and punched forward with a fist.

Dozens of lengths of red rope exploded into fragments, but dozens more still remained. They tangled around the cursed king and wrapped him up like a dumpling.

"No! How have you gained control over the cursed spiritual power in my avatar? Impossible!" he exclaimed.

"Rise!" Xiao Nanfeng commanded.

Dozens of lengths of red rope tugged on the cursed king's body and dismembered it into five pieces.

The cursed king, destroyed by its own technique?

"Impossible. Explode!" the five fragments of its body roared.

Each fragment self-destructed, taking down all the red rope along with it. The fragments then flew toward each other in an attempt to merge together, but countless more red ropes emerged from the sky and tangled around the fragments.

"Release me!" the fragments thundered.

Xiao Nanfeng, who seemed to just have acquired this power and was now carefully exercising it, ignored the fragments' shouts.

Each of the dozens of fragments slowly filled out and transformed into dozens of cursed kings, each with two lengths of red rope attached. One tied up each body and the other hung around their necks, its other end attached to the red fog up above.

It looked as though dozens of cursed kings were committing suicide together.

The cursed kings gaped in disbelief. "No. This is my technique, my cursed spiritual power! It's mine!"

The red rope around the cursed kings' necks grew so tight that they popped, as if they were about to be asphyxiated the very next moment.

The cursed king could never have imagined that it would lose to its own technique. It felt as though its neck was about to break, but it couldn't resist at all.

"No!" the cursed king screamed in desolation.