Chapter 44: The Divine Thunder of Heaven and Earth

  Baili Muchen sank into thought for a moment before saying, "This seat does have several top-grade magical treasures in hand, but unfortunately none of them are earth-attribute. I wonder if Fellow Daoist Wumu would be willing to use magical treasures with other attributes?" "Wait a minute, since that's the case, this poor daoist will have to think carefully about it. After all, once these three treasures are handed over to you, this poor daoist won't have any other protective magical treasures left!" A hint of obvious disappointment seeped into the voice coming from beneath the earth.

  "How about this, I'll first give you two top-grade treasures, and next time we trade, you can exchange them back with earth-attribute treasures?" Bai Li Mu's eyes sparkled.

  The person on the dark wood path under the ground fell silent for a long time before saying, "Alright, but if that's the case, you have to add two more bottles of 'Snow Ginseng Elixir'. If you agree, then first let me take a look at the treasure."

  Baili Mu almost didn't think before answering, and then took out a snow-white small sword and a treasure that looked like an axe, offering them to the air. Then he took out two bottles of elixir and threw them on the ground, saying: "Alright, you've seen it too, these two treasures may not be as precious as the Three Treasures of Qiankun, but they are also rare items. And these two bottles of 'Snow Ginseng Elixir' are the only two left in my possession."

  While speaking, he infused a small amount of spiritual energy into the two magic treasures, and the two magic treasures suddenly rang out in mid-air.

  "These two treasures, the 'Frostbite Sword' and the 'Medicine King's Hoe', are both unbound and ownerless. The Frostbite Sword is an ice-attribute top-tier treasure that not only boasts unparalleled sharpness but also enhances the abilities of cultivators who practice ice-attribute techniques. If I didn't already possess my own innate treasure, I wouldn't have considered trading this sword with you. As for the Medicine King's Hoe, it's a wood-attribute treasure and was once the guardian treasure of the Divine Hand Valley. Not only can it be used as an offensive treasure, but it also has a special use - with it, many rare and unobtainable heavenly treasures can be transplanted and made to thrive."

  Two treasures floated in mid-air, motionless, yet each emitting a powerful spiritual pressure, clearly both were invaluable treasures.

  "Would the senior mind confirming the authenticity of these two treasures and elixirs?" Perhaps it was because he saw that the two treasures in mid-air were indeed not bad, Wu Mu Dao Ren surprisingly addressed him as "senior".

  Baili Mugui's mouth corner revealed a faint smile, saying: "Since I'm willing to take out these two treasures, I naturally want to make a deal with you in good faith. You can identify them! Your earth escape technique is indeed extraordinary, but staying underground forever isn't a solution. If you trust me, why not come out and have a chat?"

  The tense atmosphere was greatly eased with the appearance of these two treasures.

  "Heh heh, it's better to come out, my junior's magical powers are weak, it's safer to hide underground!" Before the words had even fallen, a burst of mud and dust flew up from the ground, and with it, a fine black thread that was almost invisible to the naked eye shot rapidly towards the nearest snow-white short sword. The thread flashed several times in succession, and both treasures and two bottles of medicinal pellets were all wrapped up by the thread and pulled into the ground."

  Baili Mu's pupils suddenly brightened after the black light thread burst out of the ground, and his mouth twitched involuntarily. Apparently, this black light thread was the legendary "Qiankun Silk". He restrained himself from attacking impulsively and waited quietly for the response from Wumuwu Dao person underground.

  This time, it was just a matter of a cup of tea, and the ground beneath them once again transmitted a humming noise: "These two treasures I'll take for now, if you're not willing to part with them, next time we trade, you can exchange them for other earth-attribute artifacts. Your mastery is profound, wanting to erase the divine thought I set up in the 'Dry Kun Silk' would be as easy as turning your hand over, and this 'Dry Kun Silk's' urging method isn't complicated, naturally there's no need for me to say more, let's continue!" Before he had even finished speaking, the ground beneath them once again burst forth with flying dust and debris, and a fist-sized black light shot out.

  Baili Mu's heart suddenly leapt with joy, seeing the "Qiankun Silk" treasure right before his eyes. Even after cultivating for hundreds of years, his spirit was still stirred up. He stretched out his large hand and grabbed towards that cluster of dark light. The dark light was easily grasped in Baili Mu's palm, and as it dissipated, a black, line-like object the size of a walnut appeared, with fine, silken threads tightly wrapped around each other.

  Baili Mu took a few deep breaths, calming his emotions. His magical powers slowly flowed out from his right arm and into the black thread cluster. The black thread cluster immediately began to hum with energy, stirring up ring after ring of dark light.

  Legend has it that "Qian Kun Silk" is made by Qian Kun Lao Ren, who collects deep-sea copper mother and refines it with over a hundred precious materials. It's as fine as silk but also tough and sharp. If a cultivator above the Yuan Ying stage wields this treasure, they can shatter most of the world's magical artifacts into dust.

  The black thread cluster's dark light grew brighter and brighter, immediately followed by a violent surge of power emanating from the thread cluster. At first, Baili Mu was overjoyed, but as the force bursting out of the thread cluster grew stronger and stronger, a sense of danger suddenly arose in his heart, and he shook his hand, about to toss the thread cluster into the sky.

  Just as he raised his right arm, the black thread suddenly burst into four or five pieces, and a mighty force wrapped in fierce flames and thunder shot out rapidly in all directions.

  A deafening explosion shook the sky, and Baili Mugen was enveloped in a ball of crimson flames shaped like a mushroom cloud. In an instant, he vanished into thin air, along with his primordial infant and the spiritual beast that accompanied him. Golden lightning arcs and crimson flames danced across the sky, and a mountain cliff hundreds of meters away collapsed with a deafening crash, creating a massive crater dozens of meters deep on the ground. The shockwave from the explosion was felt hundreds of miles away.

  Half an hour later, the lightning in the sky finally disappeared. A few thousand feet away from the edge of the big pit, a huge boulder appeared beside a flash of black light, revealing the figure of Wumeng Daoist. Although his hair was disheveled, his face was covered with mud and dust, his complexion pale, his clothes tattered, bloodstains at the corners of his mouth, his eyes shone brightly, scanning the nearby ravaged mountain cliffs and valleys. A smile appeared on his ugly face as he muttered to himself: "You dog, you don't give it to me when I want it, but when I do get it, you can't swallow it!"

  He stretched out his hand, and in it appeared a black object the size of a walnut. He stared at the object for a long time before his expression gradually calmed down. He muttered to himself: "I didn't think that 'Qiankun Divine Thunder' had such great power. Unfortunately, only one is left, and even then, it requires the power of the late stage of the Golden Elixir to control it. If not, I could have a showdown with those old demons at the foot of Yuding Mountain!"

  He shook his head, a hint of helpless bitterness on his face, and said: "Wu Mu, Wu Mu, the Jade Cauldron Sect has wronged you time and again. Now that you're no longer a disciple of the Jade Cauldron Sect, why bother with its life and death?" His voice carried an inexplicable sense of desolation.

  He took a last look at the huge crater blown out by the "Qian Kun Divine Thunder", swung his sleeves, and a five-foot-long black sword appeared in the air. Wu Mu Dao Ren's body moved, landed on the long sword, urged his magic power, rode the sword in mid-air, and fled to the horizon!

  Who would have thought that Wu Mu Dao Ren not only had the Qian Kun Four Treasures, but also the incredibly powerful "Qian Kun Divine Thunder"? With one strike of the "Qian Kun Divine Thunder", Bai Li Mu, a Yuan Ying period cultivator, was unable to even escape with his Yuan Ying, and his personal treasure as well as the Grey Feathered Great Peacock in his spirit beast pouch were all reduced to dust. The massive commotion from earlier had already spread hundreds of miles away, and Wu Mu Dao Ren, despite suffering severe losses to his magical powers, did not dare stay here any longer!

  About 500-600 li west of Yuding Mountain, there is a mountain peak over 200 zhang high that has been shrouded in thick fog for years. Whether it's sunny or windy and rainy, the thick fog remains undispersed. No matter whether it's flying birds or walking beasts, once they enter the fog, they can't come out again.

  This mountain appeared here more than a decade ago, as if it had descended from the sky. The villagers living in the surrounding areas still remember its original appearance: it was over 300 meters high, resembling a coiled black dragon with its head raised. Unfortunately, after just one year, white fog began to appear around the mountain, and within two years, the dense fog had completely obscured the mountain's true appearance.

  From then on, whether human or animal, anyone who mistakenly entered the white fog would never come out again, as if there were man-eating demons hidden inside. Moreover, the dense fog in the mountains would surge twice as much whenever it rained heavily, and slowly but surely, even the foot of the mountain became a place where few people dared to tread. Over time, the locals began to refer to this strange "Fog Mountain" as "Man-Eating Mountain", and no longer dared to take a step into the dense fog.

  At this time, on a flat mountain cliff less than a thousand feet away from the edge of the "Cannibal Mountain" white fog, there were more than ten cultivators busy with something. Judging by their attire, these dozen or so people were clearly cultivators belonging to the Di tribe of the Ice Seal Valley. The leaders were two Golden Core period cultivators. On the left was a person wearing a green robe, in his early twenties, eight feet tall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and curly long hair. On the right was a slender figure, wrapped from head to toe in a white robe, making it impossible to tell whether it was male or female, except for two round holes on the face of the white robe, revealing a pair of shiny black eyeballs.

  At noon, under the scorching sun, in the empty space tens of meters above the crowd's heads, a snow-white gourd about 5-6 meters long was suspended. The mouth of the gourd was wide open, and thick white mist, like a flying white giant python, came from the "Man-eating Mountain" continuously and poured into the belly of the gourd.

  More than two hours have passed, no matter how turbulent the white fog is, it can't fill up that giant gourd carved out of white jade. Every time the speed of the white fog slows down, a thick white light pillar will burst out from the ground and enter the gourd, causing it to hum loudly. Following this, the flow rate of the distant white fog increases greatly. Looking at the direction where the white light pillars appear, they seem to match a set of magical arrays.

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