The Great Desolate Monument, True King-level Alien Demon!

Chapter 109 The Great Desolate Monument, True King-level Alien Demon!

Qi Lei laughed heartily, turned around and stretched out his hand to Zhu Shan: "Zhu Shan, a bet's a bet, hand over the demon spirit of the Crimson Flame Dragon Carving."

Zhu Shan glared at him fiercely, but had nothing to say. With a flick of his sleeve, a fiery red jade box appeared and floated in mid-air.

The jade box was entirely crimson, with faint flame patterns flowing around it, clearly indicating that it was no ordinary object. Through the translucent jade walls, one could vaguely see a fist-sized demon spirit lying quietly inside, its color crimson, shaped like a coiled dragon sculpture, still radiating a scorching aura even after being sealed for so long.

Zhu Shan, looking pained, tossed the jade box to Qi Lei, muttering under his breath, "Take it! You old scoundrel Qi, it's a wonder you've been eyeing this for so long!"

Qi Lei took the jade box, but instead of putting it in his pocket, he turned to Lan He and handed it over with a smile: "Junior nephew, take this. Last time in the council hall, I heard you say you wanted to repair a Heaven-rank spiritual treasure. This Shengxuan Realm demon spirit is a good thing, enough to forge a spiritual treasure of at least the middle level of Heaven-rank. Your uncle has long recognized your extraordinary nature, so I specially got it for you."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Shan's pained expression instantly turned into astonishment. He then suddenly realized what was going on, slapping his thigh: "You old scoundrel Qi! So that's what you were planning! I thought you really wanted my demon spirit, but it turns out you were just using my things to curry favor with Junior Nephew Lan He?"

Qi Lei chuckled, completely unconcerned: "What? You have a problem with that? If you do, then produce something decent!"

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Zhu Shan opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word. He then realized that he had lost this round completely. Not only had he lost the demon spirit, but Qi Lei had also used this opportunity to curry favor with Lan He.

Xia Yan, watching this scene, twitched slightly at the corner of his mouth but didn't intervene. He stepped forward, looking intently at Lan He, and slowly asked, "Nephew, I have a question. You took three days to comprehend the Heavenly Emperor Scripture and three days to comprehend the Earthly Emperor Scripture, so why did you only take two days to comprehend the Great Scripture?"

Lan He smiled slightly, his expression calm: "After comprehending the Heavenly Emperor Scripture and the Earthly Emperor Scripture, I vaguely sensed that these three extraordinary scriptures seem to originate from the same source. There is a subtle connection between them. The deeper the comprehension, the clearer this connection becomes."

Upon hearing this, a glint of light flashed in Xia Yan's eyes. He remained silent for a moment, then slowly nodded: "I see—you guessed correctly. The Heavenly Emperor Scripture, the Earthly Emperor Scripture, and the Great Scripture were indeed created by the founding patriarch of my Daoist sect. The three share the same origin and complement each other."

He paused, and his gaze toward Lan He became more complicated.

In just eight days, this kid has mastered the three great scriptures of the Daoist sect, having comprehended the Hongjing in two days and the Tianhuangjing and Dihuangjing in the previous three days.

Such insight is simply unbelievable.

"It seems that only the Great Desolation Scripture of the Desolate Hall remains." Xia Yan looked at Lan He, his tone tinged with emotion. "With my junior nephew's comprehension, I'm afraid there won't be any problems with him."

Qi Lei chuckled and said, "Shall we go take a look? If this kid can comprehend the Great Desolation Scripture, then he'll truly be unprecedented."

Although Zhu Shan was still heartbroken for his demon spirit, he couldn't help but nod: "Let's go, I'll go and see what's going on."

The group immediately set off, heading southwest of the Dao Sect.

The Desolate Hall is located in the southwest corner of the Dao Sect, quite different from the other three halls. The Great Desolate Scripture is not hidden in any martial arts hall, but is sealed within an extremely large mountain.

The mountain peak was a withered yellow, barren of any vegetation, devoid of any lush greenery. From afar, it appeared desolate and barren, as if time had drained all its vitality. The entire mountain exuded a desolate and ancient aura, inspiring awe and fear in those who gazed upon it.

When Lan He and the others landed, two figures had been waiting for them for a long time.

It was none other than Wu Dao and Chen Zhen, the master of the Desolate Palace.

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Upon seeing Lan He, Wu Dao's face showed a hint of resentment. He stroked his beard and said, "Boy, you promised me you'd come to the Desolate Palace after you finished studying the Heavenly Emperor Scripture. What happened? You went to the Earth Palace first, then the Flood Palace, keeping me waiting for ages."

Lan He was slightly taken aback, then remembered that Wu Dao had indeed reminded him of this matter when they came out of the council hall that day. He quickly cupped his hands, his tone tinged with apology: "Uncle Wu Dao, please forgive me. I did not mean to delay. It's just that after fighting with my senior brothers that day, I gained some insights into both the Earth Emperor Scripture and the Hong Scripture, and I thought I would strike while the iron was hot and study them together, which is why I was delayed."

Upon hearing this, Wu Dao's expression softened slightly, and he waved his hand, saying, "Alright, alright, I know you didn't mean it. But you can't run away this time."

He turned and pointed to the withered mountain peak, his expression becoming solemn: "The Great Desolation Scripture is located within this mountain peak. But to comprehend it, one must first irrigate it with the Dan River, causing the Great Desolation Stele to break through the mountain."

Qi Lei nodded and added, "Irrigating the Dan River is extremely costly; just drawing the Dan River requires a massive amount of Nirvana Qi. Therefore, the Great Desolate Stele is not easily activated on ordinary days; it is only used once when the Desolate Hall recruits new disciples."

Zhu Shan stroked his beard and chimed in, "The last time it was opened was ten years ago. That girl Xiaoxiao wanted to try to comprehend the Great Desolation Scripture, so the sect leader made an exception and opened it once. Unfortunately—she ultimately failed to comprehend it."

Chen Zhen sighed, a hint of helplessness appearing on his aged face: "It's not just Xiao Xiao. In the past hundred years, apart from Zhou Tong back then, no one in the Desolate Palace has been able to comprehend the Great Desolation Scripture. That kid—he's truly an anomaly."

Wu Dao nodded in agreement, then looked at Lan He with a hint of expectation in his eyes: "Boy, the disciples of the Four Halls are all watching you now. Whether you can break this curse depends on you."

"Are they all looking at me?"

Lan He was slightly taken aback upon hearing this. Before he could react, countless whooshing sounds suddenly rang out in the surrounding sky.

Within minutes, the surrounding sky, giant trees, and mountain peaks were densely packed with people.

The once tranquil mountain forest was instantly transformed into a cacophony of voices and noise. The various clamors combined and spread jarringly, even shaking apart the clouds in the sky.

Lan He was stunned by the sudden turn of events.

Qi Lei leaned closer, chuckling as he lowered his voice, "How was it? The message I specially had released, wasn't that generous enough?"

Blue River:

Qi Lei stroked his beard, a smug look on his face: "Wouldn't it be a pity if our disciples didn't witness such a grand event? The Great Desolation Scripture is the most mysterious and profound skill of our Daoist sect. Throughout history, every person who has comprehended it has become a renowned figure in their region."

Xia Yan nodded slightly: "It's good for them to come and broaden their horizons."

Lan He looked up and, sure enough, saw many familiar figures in the crowd.

Ying Xiaoxiao, still dressed in black, stood quietly on the cliff, her gaze fixed on him, her expression calm as still water. Beside her, Ying Huanhuan was much more excited, her red dress billowing as she waved her arms vigorously, shouting something unintelligible.

Qingye stood not far away, her expression somewhat complicated, yet she still nodded slightly to him. Mu Li and Pang Tong stood side by side; though they had been defeated by him before, they had also come, their faces filled with anticipation.

To Lan He's surprise, there were quite a few female disciples in the crowd, all staring at him with bright eyes, cheering him on without any hesitation.

"Go, Senior Brother Lanhe!"

"You must thoroughly understand the Great Desolation Sutra!"

"We all believe in you!"

Lan He's lips twitched slightly as he turned to look at Qi Lei.

Qi Lei stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Kid, don't be nervous. The Great Desolation Stele is no ordinary treasure; it possesses its own spirit. Only those recognized by it are qualified to comprehend the Great Desolation Scripture. As for these disciples—"

He glanced at the densely packed crowd around him, his smile deepening: "Consider it as cheering you on."

Zhu Shan glanced at him and couldn't help but urge, "Alright, alright, stop talking nonsense and hurry up and draw the Dan River to activate the Great Wilderness Stele."

The four hall masters exchanged a glance and attacked simultaneously.

Above the desolate palace, the Dan River that stretched across the sky suddenly surged, and a vast expanse of Nirvana energy poured down like a torrent, fiercely drenching the withered mountain peak!

Buzz!

Under the irrigating power of the Dan River, the entire mountain trembled violently, with rocks constantly falling and huge cracks appearing at the summit, as if something was awakening from its slumber.

Rumble!

As the cracks spread, a colossal, grayish-yellow monument slowly emerged from the mountain. It rose inch by inch, sending rubble flying and dust billowing into the sky. The desolate aura originating from ancient times silently permeated this world.

When the mountain's collapse finally stopped, a massive stone tablet, thousands of feet tall, stood majestically atop the mountain.

The surface of the monument has a yellowish hue from the passage of time, and a sense of vicissitude and antiquity emanates from it, gradually enveloping the entire area in an atmosphere of desolation.

Everyone's expressions turned solemn amidst the desolate landscape, and the previous clamor instantly fell silent. Each figure gazed with burning fervor and awe at the colossal stone monument that had broken through the mountain.

The Great Desolate Monument!

"Go ahead, my junior apprentice."

Qi Lei's voice rang in my ears.

Lan He nodded and stepped forward. Countless gazes were fixed on him from all sides, but he seemed oblivious, walking step by step toward the majestic Great Desolate Monument.

Arriving at the monument, he slowly raised his hand and placed his palm on the cool surface of the monument.

In an instant, a strange fluctuation surged from the depths of the monument, as if something was sensing its presence. Within the Blue River's Niwan Palace, the dormant Devouring Ancestral Symbol suddenly trembled slightly.

hum!

The Great Desolate Monument suddenly trembled, and beams of dark yellow light shot out from its body, instantly enveloping Lan He!

The moment the light enveloped him, Lan He's body trembled violently. An irresistible suction force surged from the surface of the monument, and in the next instant, his consciousness began to blur, and his vision quickly plunged into darkness.

All eyes were fixed on the figure enveloped by the beam of light.

The comprehension of the Great Desolation Sutra has already begun.

On a desolate land, Lanhe's figure suddenly appeared.

He looked up and saw an endless expanse of desolate land beneath a hazy sky. The ground was dry and cracked, with occasional withered grass swaying, but devoid of any sign of life.

Cracks meandered and stretched to the horizon, as if the years had drained all the vitality from this world.

"Is this the interior of the Great Desolate Monument?" Lan He murmured to himself.

He looked around, pondered for a moment, and then said loudly, "Senior, this junior has a way to remove the evil demons suppressed under the monument."

The surroundings were deathly silent, and the Great Desolate Monument remained unresponsive.

With a slight thought, Lan He's phantom of the Devouring Ancestral Symbol slowly emerged in his Niwan Palace, radiating a chilling light. He waited quietly for a moment, but there was still no movement in the world.

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He frowned slightly and activated the Qiankun Ancient Array again, the array diagram swirling around him. However, the Great Desolate Stele remained unmoved, as if it disregarded his methods.

Lan He was not discouraged. After a moment of silence, he slowly spoke: "Senior, I know the whereabouts of the second Ancestral Talisman. I will be able to subdue it within a year."

As soon as he finished speaking, this desolate world finally began to change.

Rumble!

Above the sky, the hazy clouds suddenly surged, as if stirred by an invisible giant hand.

The earth trembled violently, cracks spreading and crisscrossing beneath our feet, emitting a muffled rumble. The deathly stillness seemed to be torn apart at this moment, and an ancient and vast will was awakening from the depths of this world.

The scene before them suddenly distorted and changed; the gray-yellow earth rapidly faded away, replaced by a desolate expanse of rubble. Not far ahead, an ancient yellow stone tablet, about ten feet tall, stood silently.

The stone tablet was exactly the same as the Great Wasteland Tablet, except that its surface was covered with dense ancient runes.

Lan He's gaze slowly moved downwards, and then his pupils suddenly contracted.

At the very bottom of the stone tablet, wisps of black lines crawled out as if they were alive. These lines, like the tentacles of a demon, were evil and cold, wriggling slightly as they continuously eroded the stone tablet, resembling a virus and emanating a chilling aura.

Just then, specks of light suddenly appeared on the stone tablet, and a somewhat aged voice slowly emanated: "Young man, do you know what kind of demon I am suppressing, yet you dare to speak such arrogant words?"

The voice was ancient and distant, as if it came from countless years ago, carrying a hint of scrutiny and a barely perceptible expectation.

Upon hearing this, Lan He remained calm and composed, saying, "What you suppressed was a True King-level alien demon whose strength had reached the second level of the Reincarnation Tribulation."

"It seems you know quite a lot, young man."

The aged voice paused, a complex meaning creeping into its tone, "The Devouring Ancestral Symbol in hand—was it that little brat Black Pupil who told you? Did he—also—fall?"

When the words "black eyes" were mentioned, the voice became noticeably lower, as if it had touched upon some past events that the speaker did not want to mention.

Lan He remained silent, simply standing there quietly.

The Great Desolate Monument remained silent for a moment, as if processing the answer. When the aged voice sounded again, it no longer pressed for details, but simply sighed softly: "So be it. Reaching this point is fate. You, young one, have quite the good fortune."

He paused, his tone becoming more serious: "Tell me, how do you plan to obtain the second Dao Ancestral Symbol?"

Upon hearing this, Lan He's spirits lifted, and he immediately said, "This junior has found the reincarnation of the Lord of Life and Death and is preparing to send him back to the Undying Holy Whale Clan. With this opportunity, I should be able to borrow the second Ancestral Talisman for you, senior."

He had his own considerations. The prototype of the Ancestral Symbol of Life and Death in the urn was related to the secret of Emperor Chengzu, and he absolutely could not reveal a single detail to outsiders.

However, using Jiang Yinyin as an excuse is perfectly reasonable. Given his gratitude towards the Eagle Martial Arts School, he figured the Lord of Life and Death wouldn't care about such a trivial matter.

The Great Desolate Monument remained silent for a moment, then the aged voice slowly resounded: "The reincarnation of the Lord of Life and Death? You've truly found him?"

Upon hearing this, Lan He nodded, his expression frank: "Of course I wouldn't dare to deceive you, senior."

He paused, then asked, "I wonder how much longer you can hold on, senior?"

The Great Desolate Monument fell silent for a moment, then a heavy tone appeared in its aged voice: "Three years, at most three years."

"Within three years, you must find the second Ancestral Symbol. Otherwise, this King-level Demon will surely break free. At that time—" his voice lowered, "devastation will be inevitable."

"Three years?"

A glint of light flashed in Lan He's eyes as he secretly calculated in his mind. With his current progress, three years would be more than enough.

By then, one's cultivation should have made a breakthrough, and all necessary preparations should be complete.

The Great Desolate Monument seemed to read his mind, and its aged voice rang out again, carrying a profound meaning: "Young man, you didn't come here just to help me eliminate the alien demons, did you?"

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