525: Chapter 526 True...True Monarch?

He stammered.

"True Lord Qingxu... how is this possible... you... how is it possible... could it be that you have come to kill me!"

The Fake Nascent Soul Cultivator thought of many things in an instant, guessing that True Lord Qingxu had come to settle Karma and silence him.

However, the expected dialogue did not happen, because Lu Ming had not even glanced at him from beginning to end.

He simply did not take him seriously at all!

The Fake Nascent Soul Cultivator, known as a half-step Nascent Soul, was, in the end, nothing more than a semi-finished product whose dao flower had not even fully bloomed.

A piece of trash who had not even touched the threshold of the Nascent Soul, why should he be looked at directly?

Therefore, Lu Ming did not even have the intention to exchange pleasantries with them.

He just stood there, not even raising a hand.

The status of the Nascent Soul True Monarch was like an invisible mountain, pressing down on every corner of this space.

Even the Restriction supporting this Prison Peak began to disintegrate in the face of the Nascent Soul True Monarch's status.

Those few at Golden Core Perfection could not even let out a scream before their bodies began to crack, shatter, and turn into dust.

The moment the Golden Core shattered, like a fruit stripped of its shell, strands of Law overflowed from the fragments.

They floated in mid-air, flickering with multicolored light.

As for the remaining Fake Nascent Soul Cultivator, Lu Ming gave him a little respect.

He raised his hand slightly and clenched it in the void; the Fake Nascent Soul Cultivator's body was gripped by an invisible hand, starting from the feet, collapsing inch by inch.

Finally, it turned into a ball of flesh, from which a cluster of light, more solid and dense than a Golden Core, overflowed.

This was the crystallization of the Fake Nascent Soul Cultivator's hundreds of years of hard Cultivate.

Lu Ming raised his hand, drew the cluster of light into his palm, and clicked his tongue twice.

"The quality is acceptable, it's just that the quantity is too low."

There was no help for it; although this person had been a Fake Nascent Soul for a thousand years, he had fundamentally never Cultivate for a single day!

Therefore, there was only a cluster of semi-finished Nascent Soul Origin.

However, Lu Ming was not picky; even a small fly is meat, let alone a rare species.

A moment later, only Lu Ming remained in the cell.

He looked down at his palm, where a multicolored ball of light was slowly rotating.

Inside the light ball, the power of the Five Elements—Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth—intertwined and wrapped around each other, distinct and clear.

Wu Earth was heavy, Wei Earth was dense, Ji Water was flexible, Zhen Water was enduring, Jia Wood was vibrant with life, and Li Fire was scorching and flamboyant.

Some of these Five Elements Laws overlapped with the Five Elements Laws he had previously devoured, while others were brand new branches.

But all roads lead to the same destination, and in the end, they would all flow into the same great river.

As long as he continuously devoured Laws of the same attribute, the strength of the Five Elements Law would increase infinitely.

There was no need for sitting in meditation to comprehend, no need for long periods of polishing. It only required devouring and refining to achieve Fusion.

This was the terrifying aspect of the Hunyuan Law.

As long as enough resources were provided, he could improve infinitely.

After examining it for a moment, the Hunyuan Nascent Soul in Lu Ming's Dantian flew out, immediately swallowed it in one bite, and then dived back in to begin digesting.

The whole process was clean and efficient, as simple as eating and drinking water.

...

On the other side.

In a very distant place, the Zhao Family.

This place was once one of the most prominent aristocratic families in the Qingwei Grotto-Heaven.

Pavilions and towers, carved beams and painted pillars, Spiritual Qi mist swirling, and dao rhyme flowing.

The Zhao Family had operated here for hundreds of years, turning this ancestral land into a small blessed Grotto-Heaven.

In the Spirit Medicine garden, Peak Third Tier spirit plants could be seen everywhere; inside the Scripture Pavilion, Cultivation Technique secret manuals and Divine Ability classics filled the bookshelves.

In the past, guests came and went, the doorway was as busy as a marketplace, and it was glorious and prosperous.

But now, only broken walls and ruins remained.

Great Elder Lu Chenyuan was standing in front of the ruins of the Zhao Family's ancestral home, with a shattered plaque and broken remnants of a Formation under his feet.

Behind him was the Law Enforcement Team escorting thousands of clansmen from the Zhao, Zhou, and Lin families.

The Old Ancestors of the families had their Cultivate crippled and were captured on the spot, while the remaining clansmen knelt all over the ground.

The air was still filled with the lingering scent of blood, the final traces left by those who had resisted just moments ago.

Raiding homes and exterminating clans should have been a gratifying conclusion. But at this moment, Great Elder Lu Chenyuan's brows were tightly knitted together, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

"Not good!"

As if sensing something, he shouted in a low voice, his figure jolted violently, and the Qi around his body suddenly soared, startling the few Elders beside him into subconsciously retreating several steps.

Great Elder Lu Chenyuan ignored them, instead closing his eyes as his Divine Sense surged toward the Prison Peak like a tide.

In his perception, the Restriction in the direction of the Prison Peak.

Those rune Formations he had personally laid out, nested layer by layer, and repeatedly reinforced, were now shattering piece by piece.

However, what made him frown was that in his sensing, those Restrictions were not broken from the outside, but rather seemed to be disintegrating from the inside.

It was as if some behemoth had appeared within them, and the Restrictions could not withstand it and were forcibly burst open.

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Great Elder Lu Chenyuan's mind, but he could never figure out what that thing was.

If it were an enemy, who would be so brave?

One must know, this is a Grotto-Heaven, the dojo of a True Monarch; who would have the guts to break a prison?

But if it wasn't, then how to explain what was happening now?

The Prison Peak's Restriction was the crystallization of his hundreds of years of effort, nested layer by layer and linked ring by ring; even a Fake Nascent Soul Cultivator would need to expend some effort to break it by force.

Could it be that someone was breaking out of prison from the inside?

But that was even more impossible.

The Cultivators imprisoned in the Prison Peak had their magic power Seal and their Spiritual Qi drained; they didn't even have the strength to stand up, so what would they use to break the Formation?

Then who was it?

A figure appeared in Great Elder Lu Chenyuan's mind.

No, impossible!

That person had been suppressed at the very bottom of the Prison Peak for almost a thousand years.

Moreover, his Fake Nascent Soul was Seal, his Meridians were locked, and his dao foundation was more than half destroyed.

Even if given another thousand years, he could not turn things around.

However, although Great Elder Lu Chenyuan denied it in his heart, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

He should not harbor wishful thinking!

This person was once exceptionally talented and gifted; he might have some wicked means to bypass the Restriction.

Then he endured for hundreds of years to recover and heal, finally taking advantage of the weak defenses to cause trouble and forcibly break the Formation from the inside to escape prison!

For a moment, Great Elder Lu Chenyuan even imagined a whole plot of endurance and revenge.

"No, I must go and see!"

Not to mention anything else, just those people imprisoned in the Prison Peak, although together they wouldn't be worth a slap from a Nascent Soul True Monarch.

But there was no lack of Golden Core Perfection Cultivators among them; if these people really caused trouble, although they couldn't turn the sky upside down, it would still be a not-so-small trouble.

Moreover, if he disturbed the True Monarch's quiet Cultivate, he could not bear the consequences.

"You continue the escort, there must be no mistakes."

Great Elder Lu Chenyuan dropped this sentence, and without giving the others time to respond, he directly raised his hand to tear the Void Realm, his figure instantly disappearing into the rift.

Leaving only a few Elders looking at each other, not knowing why the Grand Elder was suddenly so urgent.

...

Above the Prison Peak, a rift in the Void Realm suddenly split open in the sky, and Great Elder Lu Chenyuan stepped out from it.

Looking down from high above, what came into view was that most of the Restriction runes he had personally laid out and engraved on the mountain peak had already disappeared.

Faint Spiritual Qi still remained on the exposed rocks, the final afterglow before the Restriction shattered.

And many more runes had completely dimmed, like extinguished candle flames.

At this moment, the valley was dead silent.

Great Elder Lu Chenyuan did not rush to enter, but first used his Divine Sense to probe into the depths of the Prison Peak, scanning layer by layer.

The first two layers were fine; the Restrictions were intact, and the Cultivators imprisoned inside were still there.

But before Great Elder Lu Chenyuan could breathe a sigh of relief, as his Divine Sense continued to probe downwards, he was stunned, instantly frozen in place.

"True... True Monarch?"