Chapter 834: Rain
However, what answered Wei Wu Ya was a pink tentacle extending from the black great door.
The tentacle, thicker than a thigh, struck towards the crowd like a battering ram. Yet, no one present was easy prey; the moment the tentacle attacked, they had already scattered into the sky, their bodies emanating protective spirit light of various colors.
A second.
A third.
...
Countless tentacles vied to emerge from behind the door, squeezing the great door, which burned with black flames, until it was thoroughly twisted and deformed.
That was the enemy of all living beings.
This concept appeared, without any reason, in the minds of all cultivators.
In just a few breaths, the great door, originally only slightly taller than a person, was forcibly squeezed into a passage wide enough for ten people to pass side-by-side.
"We must eliminate that monster before it fully emerges!"
"Catch the leader to catch the bandits! Let’s go kill the source that summoned this monster!"
"..."
The immense pressure emanating from behind the black great door prevented them from remaining calm and waiting to see what unfolded.
Regardless of whether they could win, they had to make a move first!
In a flash, over twenty Transcendent God cultivators completed their division of labor.
They split into two teams: one prepared powerful true intent Daoist arts to target the monster behind the black great door, while the other shot like released arrows towards Bai Mo on the ground.
Bai Mo slowly opened his eyes, his pupils a blend of black, white, and silver, and glanced at the black great door, then at the white great door.
Then, from within the white great door, another Bai Mo walked out.
However, compared to the first Bai Mo, the expression on this one’s face was even colder and more ruthless.
The Bai Mo who emerged from behind the door remained silent, gently raising his right hand. A shimmering, multicolored crystal wall instantly formed in the void, blocking the team of Transcendent God cultivators attacking the three-colored pupil Bai Mo.
"Do you think such a petty trick can stop us?!" The crowd casually cast spells, shattering the crystal wall before them, its scattered fragments drifting to the ground.
"Xuanhe True Monarch, come take a look at these fragments of the crystal wall?" Just as the others prepared to launch another assault, the voice of Grand Elder Ji Xuan De of Sunfire Palace drew their attention.
"Aren’t these just spirit stone fragments? What’s there to see."
"And they’re all low-grade spirit stones."
"..."
"Wait, spirit stone fragments? That Daoist Bai actually used spirit stones to form an earth wall spell?!"
"Approximately thirteen thousand spirit stones."
How powerful were the divine senses of Transcendent God cultivators? In just a few moments, they had already deduced from the number of fragments on the ground exactly how many spirit stones had been used to construct the "earth wall spell" that had just intercepted them.
"Thirteen thousand spirit..."
Over ten thousand spirit stones were not something even Nascent Soul cultivators would take seriously, let alone Transcendent God cultivators. But not taking it seriously was one thing; casually throwing them out as a spell was another matter entirely.
The feeling was akin to a billionaire watching someone throw wads of ten-thousand-dollar bills at them as weapons, only for them to casually take those bills and use them to fuel a fire for cooking mung bean paste.
"Thud!"
"Thud-thud!"
"Thud-thud-thud!"
"Thud-thud-thud-thud..."
"Is it raining?"
"Or hail?"
As they pondered why their opponent was using such a wasteful and utterly powerless move, something seemed to fall from the sky, repeatedly striking their protective spirit light.
The impacts were very slight, feeling no different from rain landing on them.
Moreover, any foreign objects that struck their protective spirit light were instantly pulverized.
"It’s not hail."
"It’s spirit stones."
"Spirit stone rain?!"
The pitter-patter of spirit stone rain not only struck the Transcendent God cultivators engaging Bai Mo but also befuddled the cultivators who had been charging up their ultimate moves, preparing to deliver a fierce blow to the monster from the black great door, leaving them utterly baffled by this inexplicable spirit stone rain.
...
The rain grew heavier and heavier.
From a misty drizzle at the start to a torrential downpour now, fine and dense spirit stones incessantly pelted everyone’s protective spirit light.
Of course, this couldn’t even be considered an attack, but what was happening before their eyes was simply too bizarre, causing them to involuntarily slow down.
With every breath, hundreds of thousands of spirit stones fell like rain.
"Daoist Bai?"
"Don’t you want resources?" The Bai Mo who emerged from the white great door, fighting until now, spoke his first words in a slightly stiff voice.
"I’ll give it all to you."
As he spoke, the spirit stone rain intensified.
"..."
Now everyone was completely bewildered.
One moment, he was a world-destroying monster intent on killing them; the next, he was a great benefactor crazily scattering spirit stones. Could it be that this Daoist Bai had two souls in one body?
The Yuan Yang Realm had no concept of schizophrenia, but there were similar situations where two or even multiple personalities shared one body, which they referred to as two souls in one body or multiple souls in one body.
"And there’s one last silver great door. What’s behind that? Could it be his third soul?" Wei Wu Ya made a slight analogy and arrived at this conjecture.
Compared to the first two doors—one evil, one cold—this silver great door, which had remained unresponsive, instead exuded an inexplicable sense of benevolence.
"Slaying the Three Corpses?" Wei Wu Ya suddenly recalled a collection of strange tales he had read many years ago, which mentioned descriptions of Immortals cultivating by slaying their three corpses.
Unfortunately, there were no true Immortals in the Yuan Yang Realm, so the authenticity of this method of slaying the three corpses could not be verified.
...
The vast spirit stone rain never ceased.
"It’s already approaching three hundred million spirit stones..."
Three hundred million low-grade spirit stones—even an ordinary Transcendent God True Monarch might not possess such wealth.
However, many high-grade treasures were difficult to price using ordinary spirit stones, so the true value of what Transcendent God True Monarchs held was hard to estimate. Nevertheless, regardless of how one looked at it, this amount of spirit stones was a very considerable sum for a great Transcendent God sect.
All those present were high-level Nascent Soul and Transcendent God cultivators, individuals who still cared about their reputation. No matter how numerous the low-grade spirit stones, they couldn’t bring themselves, at that moment, to shamelessly collect the mountains of low-grade spirit stones as if they were picking up scrap.
Such trivial tasks would naturally be handled by the low-level disciples of their respective sects once the matter was settled.
"Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!"
A violent will transformed into a nearly material psychic attack wave, sweeping towards the cultivators still floating in mid-air, bathed in the spirit stone rain.
Detecting this will, they finally came back to their senses. There was still a monster radiating infinite destructive true intent beside them... No, it wasn't just one now. In the brief period their attention had been momentarily diverted by the spirit stone rain—about half a cup of tea’s time—more than ten tentacle monsters had quietly crawled out from behind the "door."
These monsters had dozens of tentacles with built-in scythe-like blades growing all over their bodies, and only a gaping, blood-red maw at their heads.
If there were any elders in the Empire who had experienced the Moon Era, they might even still remember their existence.
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