NABC Chapter 577 Yingzhou Immortal Island
Chapter 577 Yingzhou Immortal Island
hum!
A piercing buzzing sound rang out, the black sword embryo shone brightly, and a powerful spatial force erupted from it, distorting the surrounding space.
It's done! Chu Yang was overjoyed, but the next moment, his smile froze on his face.
The black sword blank suddenly dimmed, and then, with a crack, a fissure appeared on the sword.
"No..." Chu Yang stared wide-eyed at the scene in disbelief.
Click, click...
More and more cracks appeared on the sword blank, spreading out like a spider web.
boom!
With a loud bang, the black sword embryo exploded in Chu Yang's hand, turning into countless fragments that scattered all over the ground.
Failed!
Chu Yang stared blankly at the shards in his hand, his face deathly pale, speechless for a moment. He
The sword blank, forged with countless efforts and materials, has been ruined!
Even though he had mastered 90% of the spatial laws and everything was going smoothly, why did he still fail in the end?
Could it be that the Void Iron material is not good enough?
Or is there a problem with the refining process?
Chu Yang slumped to the ground, staring at the scattered fragments, his mind in turmoil.
This is not just a loss of materials, but also a waste of hard work.
Chu Yang took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.
Failure is not terrible; what is terrible is not knowing why you failed.
"Where exactly did things go wrong?" Chu Yang muttered to himself, beginning to carefully recall the refining process.
He strived for perfection in every step, from selecting materials and smelting to incorporating the laws, but the result was still failure.
First, there are the materials.
Void Iron and Celestial Star Stone, Time Crystal Sand and Eternal Gold—these materials are precious, but they are still inferior to the innate spiritual materials born at the beginning of chaos.
These materials contain impurities to varying degrees. For the lower-level laws, the impact of these impurities is negligible, but for the two higher-level laws of space and time, they are fatal.
Like a grain of sand, it can be ignored, but if that grain of sand gets stuck in the core component of a precision instrument, it can cause the entire instrument to malfunction.
"Is it necessary to use innate spiritual materials to refine a spiritual treasure containing superior laws?"
Chu Yang frowned.
Innate spiritual materials are extremely rare. Even he doesn't have many, and they all have other uses, so he simply can't bear to use them to forge flying swords.
Secondly, it is the understanding of the principles.
Although Chu Yang has mastered more than 90% of the laws of time and space, there is a world of difference between 90% and 100%.
Just like an ordinary person who has mastered 90% of the sword techniques, he still cannot compete with a true sword immortal.
The laws of space and time are mysterious and unpredictable; a slight misstep can lead to complete defeat.
Finally, there's the refining technique.
Chu Yang not only learned from Duobao Daoren's weapon-refining experience, but also gained weapon-refining experience from the Xianxia world.
Logically speaking, refining acquired spiritual treasures should not be a problem.
However, Daoist Duobao was most skilled at refining acquired spiritual treasures, and only had a superficial understanding of refining innate spiritual treasures.
What Chu Yang wanted to refine, however, was a flying sword containing superior laws, which was far more difficult than ordinary acquired spiritual treasures.
"I still lack experience!" Chu Yang thought to himself with a wry smile.
The art of weapon crafting is no less profound than that of array formation; both are vast and complex, and cannot be mastered solely through theoretical knowledge.
Without sufficient practical experience, even the most extensive theoretical knowledge is ultimately just empty talk.
"It seems that forging a natal flying sword with spatial and temporal attributes is not an easy task."
Chu Yang carefully put away the fragments; after all, these were valuable materials, and they might come in handy in the future.
Then he sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and repeatedly rehearsed the entire refining process in his mind, like a movie in slow motion, not missing a single detail.
"Impurities, understanding of laws, refining techniques..." Chu Yang suddenly opened his eyes. Innate spiritual materials, those things are not like cabbages. Even in this prehistoric world, they are treasures that are hard to come by.
"Looks like I'll have to go out and try my luck."
Chu Yang stood up, a resolute glint in his eyes.
We can't just give up because we lack materials, can we? He refused to believe that in this vast prehistoric world, we couldn't find a few suitable innate spiritual materials!
Before setting off, Chu Yang took out the eight flying swords he had previously successfully crafted.
These eight flying swords incorporate the eight lower laws of metal, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, thunder, light, and energy. Although there are no flying swords with dual attributes of time and space, they can still be considered rare treasures.
Chu Yang suspended eight flying swords in the air, formed hand seals, and chanted incantations.
As the incantation was chanted, the eight flying swords emitted a buzzing vibration, their blades shimmering with light, and a powerful aura emanated from them.
"Imperial command!" Chu Yang shouted softly, and eight flying swords transformed into eight streams of light, swirling and dancing around him.
With a thought, Chu Yang instantly formed a profound sword formation with eight flying swords. The sword energy crisscrossed, revealing its sharpness and radiating a terrifying pressure.
"The power of this Eight Desolations Sword Formation is comparable to that of a peak Taiyi Golden Immortal."
A smile appeared on Chu Yang's lips. With this sword formation protecting him, he could protect himself even if he encountered danger in the prehistoric world.
After making preparations, Chu Yang left Jin'ao Island.
The primordial world is vast and boundless, but also extremely dangerous.
Especially now that the primordial world is in the midst of a war between witches and demons, it is extremely dangerous.
Leaving Jin'ao Island, Chu Yang vanished like lightning, heading eastward.
Below, the vast blue waves stretch to the horizon, with a few seabirds occasionally gliding by and disappearing in an instant.
Beneath this vast ocean lies the legendary Penglai, Fangzhang, and Yingzhou, three immortal mountains, though their traces are elusive and difficult to find.
Chu Yang's trip was not to seek immortality or enlightenment, but to find the innate spiritual materials needed to forge his natal flying sword.
In the primordial continent, the witch and demon races occupied the land, and any rare and precious treasures that appeared were quickly divided up by these two races.
Although Chu Yang was highly skilled and daring, he did not want to cause trouble for no reason.
After all, when two tigers fight, one will inevitably be injured, and he didn't want to be the fish caught in the crossfire.
The vastness of the ocean and its countless hidden realms make it easier to find overlooked treasures.
As Chu Yang flew, he spread his divine sense, carefully searching the sea surface and the islands below.
Sometimes, when he gets tired of flying, he will take out a flying boat-shaped magical artifact that he has crafted and sail on the sea.
Half a month later, he arrived at a desolate island, barren of vegetation and filled with jagged rocks.
After inspecting the island, he was about to leave when he suddenly noticed a faint golden light emanating from a crevice in the rocks.
Chu Yang's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly stepped forward to check.
Pushing aside the rubble, a magical herb grew in a crevice, with only three leaves, each one as if crafted from gold, shimmering in the sunlight.
"Three-leaf Golden Heart Grass! Although it's not a naturally occurring spiritual material, it's still a pretty good one."
Chu Yang was overjoyed and carefully picked the spiritual herb, putting it into his pocket.
Just as Chu Yang was about to leave, he suddenly sensed a powerful demonic aura emanating from the depths of the sea.
This demonic aura was domineering and ferocious, carrying a nauseatingly bloody smell; it was clearly not a benevolent entity.
"Interesting." A cold smile appeared on Chu Yang's lips. "I've only recently learned the Eight Desolations Sword Formation and was just worried about not finding someone to practice on, but unexpectedly, one has come to me."
With a flash, he transformed into a streak of light and plunged straight into the turbulent sea.
Deep in the ocean, it was pitch black, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.
Chu Yang channeled his magical power, and two beams of golden light shot from his eyes, illuminating the surroundings.
A huge coral reef stood on the seabed, covered with all sorts of strange and wonderful marine creatures.
In the sea, Chu Yang's strength is slightly weaker than on land, but he should not be underestimated.
This place isn't too far from Jin'ao Island, so there's unlikely to be any powerful demons entrenched here.
In the center of the coral reef, Chu Yang discovered a giant octopus.
This octopus is blood red all over, with tentacles as thick as giant pythons, covered with suckers, and exuding a chilling, eerie aura.
"So it's a Blood Demon Octopus." Chu Yang recognized the origin of this monster at a glance.
This Blood Demon Octopus is at the Golden Immortal level. It feeds on the blood of other creatures, is extremely cruel and vicious, and is a tyrant of the sea.
The Blood Demon Octopus also spotted Chu Yang and immediately let out a deafening roar, its enormous tentacles striking towards Chu Yang like lightning.
Chu Yang snorted coldly, and eight flying swords instantly flew out, forming the Eight Desolate Sword Formation, blocking all the tentacles of the Blood Demon Octopus.
Sword energy crisscrossed, cutting into the tentacles of the Blood Demon Octopus, producing a piercing metallic clang.
"A mere trick!" the Blood Demon Octopus roared, uttering a human voice as it opened its blood-red maw and spewed out a foul-smelling black liquid.
This black liquid is highly toxic and corrosive, capable of instantly dissolving even rocks on the seabed.
Chu Yang dared not be careless and quickly dodged.
The black liquid missed its target, corroding a huge pit in the coral reef on the seabed.
"That's interesting." A glint of excitement flashed in Chu Yang's eyes.
He formed a mudra with his hands and chanted incantations.
The eight flying swords shone brightly, transforming into eight streams of light that circled and danced around the Blood Demon Octopus like swimming dragons.
They tried all sorts of flying sword techniques, but while the blood demon octopus's black liquid was powerful, it wasn't fast enough.
They could only become Chu Yang's sitting duck.
On the contrary, Chu Yang easily dodged its attacks by maneuvering and turning in the water, relying on his agility.
He even had the leisure to observe the octopus's attack patterns, occasionally striking it with his sword energy.
After playing around for a while, Chu Yang also lost patience.
The eight flying swords shone brightly, and their sword energy poured out like a storm, instantly engulfing the Blood Demon Octopus.
A piercing scream echoed across the seabed. The Blood Demon Octopus's massive body trembled violently, its tentacles flailing wildly, yet it could not withstand the sharp sword energy.
Before long, its life force rapidly weakened, and its scarlet blood stained the surrounding seawater crimson.
A moment later, the sword shadows dissipated, and the Blood Demon Octopus's enormous body had been cut into countless pieces, its blood staining the surrounding seawater red.
A blood-red inner core flew out from the shredded flesh and was caught by Chu Yang.
"Not bad, a Golden Immortal-level inner core. It can be used to refine some pills." Chu Yang put the inner core into his pocket.
After slaying the Blood Demon Octopus, Chu Yang didn't rush to leave. He searched the octopus's nest and found several fist-sized black beads that emitted a strong smell of blood.
"The Blood Demon Bead can indeed be used to refine some poison pills." Chu Yang put the bead away with satisfaction.
For the next several centuries, Chu Yang lived a carefree life. He traveled to every corner of the East Sea, searching for all kinds of rare and precious materials to cultivate and improve his cultivation.
He once dived thousands of feet into the deep sea and fought a monster that resembled a giant crab but had nine heads. The monster guarded a blue spirit pearl that emitted a soft light, and Chu Yang exerted tremendous effort to kill it and obtain the spirit pearl.
He also spent decades in seclusion on a deserted island, trying to comprehend the mysteries of the laws of time and space.
Time seemed to have lost its meaning for Chu Yang; only the pursuit of the Great Dao was his eternal driving force.
Three hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye.
On this day, Chu Yang arrived at an unfamiliar sea area.
There is a space here that is about three meters long and wide, and its fluctuations are abnormally chaotic, as if it could collapse at any moment.
But the surrounding area was the same as anywhere else.
If Chu Yang hadn't been extremely familiar with the fluctuations of spatial laws, he might not have been able to discover this space.
"Something seems off?"
Chu Yang thought to himself, a hint of curiosity flashing in his eyes.
He channeled his magic and cautiously explored forward.
Just as Chu Yang came into contact with this "strange" space, suddenly, his eyes lit up, the spatial fluctuations disappeared abruptly, and Chu Yang found himself above an island shrouded in immortal energy.
The island is covered with exotic flowers and rare herbs, and is teeming with mythical beasts and birds, making it a veritable paradise on earth.
Exquisite palaces and pavilions dot the landscape, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura.
"This is……"
Chu Yang's heart stirred, and a familiar feeling welled up inside him.
He recalled an ancient legend about the Three Immortal Islands in the East China Sea.
"Penglai, Fangzhang, Yingzhou..."
Chu Yang muttered to himself, his gaze falling on a huge stone tablet in the center of the island, on which were written two ancient characters: Yingzhou!
"It's actually Yingzhou Island, one of the Three Immortal Islands!"
Chu Yang was shocked.
Legend has it that the Three Immortal Islands were the dwelling place of ancient immortals, possessing countless rare treasures and powerful array formations and restrictions, making it impossible for ordinary cultivators to approach.
Chu Yang hovered above Yingzhou Island, his robes fluttering, like a banished immortal.
But his mood at this moment was far from as calm as it appeared.
Yingzhou Island, the legendary blessed land of immortals, suddenly appeared before him. Even after hundreds of years of cultivating immortality, he couldn't help but feel his heart surge with emotion.
Chu Yang took a deep breath and suppressed his excitement.
In the world of cultivation, the more beautiful a place is, the more dangerous it often is.
Caution is his greatest asset in surviving to this day.
Chu Yang slowly descended, attempting to approach the island.
As they drew closer, a faint golden light gradually appeared, enveloping the entire island like an inverted golden bowl.
"An island-protecting formation?"
Chu Yang narrowed his eyes, a sharp glint in them.
This golden light screen appears thin, but it actually contains powerful energy fluctuations, clearly indicating that it is not an ordinary formation.
He reached out and tentatively touched the light screen.
The moment their fingertips touched, a powerful rebound force sent him flying. Chu Yang frowned, secretly alarmed.
The power of this island-protecting formation was even greater than he had imagined.
It seems to be comparable to the Yin-Yang Dust Array that Lao Tzu set up back then! (End of Chapter)