r18novel Chapter 29 A Narrow Escape
Chapter 29 A Narrow Escape
After passing through the Gate of Blockage and the Gate of Rest, they finally arrived at the Gate of Death.
At this moment, Wen Tianren was no longer the dashing figure he once was.
His purple robe was torn to shreds, his hair was disheveled like wild grass, his face was stained with dried blood, his lips were pale, and although his eyes were sharp, they could not hide the deep weariness and tension in them.
Clearly, this journey was not easy. If it weren't for the immense power of the Six Extremes True Demon Art, he would never have reached the Gate of Death so quickly.
Wen Tianren patted his storage bag and took out a jade bottle, drinking all the millennium-old spiritual milk inside to restore his magical power.
"Damn it, this time I really have to fight tooth and nail!"
After drinking the millennium-old spiritual milk, Wen Tianren's complexion improved somewhat. As long as he could pass through the Gate of Death, he could escape the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation.
However, he did not relax; instead, his expression became even more serious.
This Gate of Death is the path to life, but it is also the most dangerous of the eight gates. Not only will the Heart Demon Illusion Array be present here, but the Golden Mirrors of the other seven gates will also come to this gate and unleash all their power upon it.
Given the cultivation levels of Mo Wu, Shi Jing, and the others, if they didn't have any powerful trump cards, Wen Tianren guessed that these people would probably have already been burned to ashes by the Golden Divine Flame. At that time, the Golden Mirrors of the other seven sects would definitely fly to the Death Gate.
Wen Tianren urged the thunderclouds to fly rapidly toward the Gate of Death. Unbeknownst to him, he found himself trapped in a mysterious space, and the surrounding scenery suddenly distorted.
Black fog surged up like a tide, obscuring the sky and the sun.
In mid-air, an enormous, ferocious face slowly emerged, its eyes blood-red, demonic energy surging, and its mouth grinning to reveal menacing fangs.
"My dear disciple, where are you running off to? I've been searching for you for so long! If it weren't for the fact that your physique is compatible with mine and can help me cultivate, I would never have kept you back then. How dare you run away! Today you will die here and join your people."
The hideous face before him was none other than the Six Paths Supreme Saint that Wen Tianren had seen on ordinary days.
At the same time, Wen Tianren kept seeing the scene of his clansmen being slaughtered by the Six Paths Supreme Saint, their helpless cries for help, and his parents hiding in a corner watching him in fear...
That night, blood stained the bluestone, and heartbreaking cries filled the air.
"The Illusion of Inner Demons!"
Wen Tianren knew that the killing of the Six Paths Supreme Saint and his clansmen was a manifestation of the inner demon illusion. He bit his tongue to force himself to calm down.
"It's just an illusion. Sooner or later, I will annihilate you to avenge my entire clan."
Wen Tianren's consciousness surged, and the images of the Six Paths Supreme Saints and his clansmen, which were transformed from his inner demons, shattered like glass and dissipated inch by inch.
At the same time, he secretly resolved to destroy the Six Paths in the future, otherwise this inner demon would always exist in his heart.
Before they could catch their breath, seven golden flames shot out from seven different locations, surrounding the golden mirror above the Gate of Death.
"Just as I thought, success or failure hinges on this moment."
Wen Tianren's expression hardened, and the golden light between his brows suddenly became dazzling, then stretched and elongated as if it were a tangible thing.
In the blink of an eye, a small, exquisite unicorn horn suddenly appeared between his eyebrows.
It shone with golden light and was covered with profound and incomprehensible runes that spread from between his brows to his entire body. The golden runes did not appear to have any demonic aura; on the contrary, they were full of pure spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
Then, he stretched out his hands and shot out eight balls of golden flame from his sleeves.
These golden flames, about the size of a fist, were dazzling and radiant, and they quickly began to spin around Wen Tianren.
At this moment, their flames died down, revealing eight ancient mirrors crafted from pure gold, their style exactly the same as the eight golden mirrors floating above the Gate of Death.
A slender golden light suddenly shot out from between his eyebrows, like a serpentine snake, striking the nearest mirror and then quickly bouncing off to the small mirror next to him, bouncing off eight times in the blink of an eye.
After each ejection, the golden light grew stronger, and when it ejected from the last golden mirror, it had become as thick as a baby's arm.
After being reflected by the last golden mirror, the golden light gathered into a ball of golden light the size of a head, which floated in the air in front of his chest and flickered constantly, as if it contained thunder and was about to explode at any moment.
Without hesitation, Wen Tianren waved his hand at the light sphere, and with a "whoosh," the light sphere immediately flew into his palm.
He suddenly held the golden ball of light in his hand horizontally in front of his chest, then gently clapped it with his other hand, and then clapped his palms together.
The ball of light shattered, and countless thumb-sized orbs of light scattered out, but strangely, not a single one of them escaped and shot into the eight small mirrors.
His face was solemn, his ten fingers flew, forming intricate hand seals, and his incantations were deep and thunderous.
Immediately afterwards, he opened his mouth and spat out eight mouthfuls of blood essence. With each spit, his face turned paler. After eight mouthfuls, his face was as pale as paper and his breath was weak.
Suddenly, the golden mirror shone brightly, trembled, and eight golden flames as thick as bowls shot out from it.
In an instant, flames shot into the sky, converging at the center of the eight golden mirrors to form a tangible golden beam that shot straight toward the eight golden mirrors above the Gate of Death.
Then, as if it were free, he took out several kinds of defensive ancient treasures from his storage bag and, along with the replica of the Eight Gates Golden Mirror in front of him, threw them at the golden mirror.
The eight golden mirrors on the Gate of Death seemed to be enraged, and they also spewed out eight thicker and more violent golden divine flames, which merged into a giant golden pillar that blotted out the sky. Its power was so great that it seemed to burn everything in front of it to nothingness!
The moment the two beams of light made contact, they unleashed a deafening roar, and everything around them was engulfed by the aftershocks of the collision.
"Explode!" Wen Tianren shouted.
The six demonic phantoms protected Wen Tianren as he flashed towards the Gate of Death to escape. The ancient treasures and replicas of the Eight Gates Golden Light Mirror that had been sent earlier exploded in the distance in an attempt to block the attack of the pillar of light.
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When Wen Tianren staggered out of the formation, he could no longer hold on and coughed up three mouthfuls of blood. He collapsed to the ground like a broken sack.
He looked extremely disheveled at this moment, his clothes were all torn, his inner armor was covered with wounds, and blood was gushing from his wounds.
The six demonic phantoms dimmed like smoke, nearly dissipating.
The Six Demons released a thick red mist that quickly enveloped Wen Tianren's entire body. Afterward, the bleeding from Wen Tianren's wounds stopped, and his complexion improved somewhat. However, it was still evident that his vital energy had been greatly depleted. Clearly, such injuries were not something that the Six Demons could easily heal.
At this moment, the six demonic phantoms appeared even dimmer, almost unable to maintain their form.
After recovering somewhat from the loss, Wen Tianren then recalled the Six Demons.
"It seems that not only me, but also the Six Demonic Phantoms will need some time to recover. This was truly a close call," Wen Tianren said, his face pale.
I was injured by the beam of light from the Eight Gates Golden Mirror and almost had to use the Tribulation Removal Technique. Fortunately, the attack from the replica of the Eight Gates Golden Mirror, as well as the self-destructing ancient treasures and the six demonic phantoms, blocked most of it.
Otherwise, even with the Great Law of Transformation, it would be difficult to escape.
Wen Tianren was calculating how much he had lost when he saw the white mist churning behind him.
Wen Tianren thought that the Eight Gates Golden Light Formation was about to drag him in again, and he immediately panicked and fled to a distant place.
Unexpectedly, the white mist dissipated, leaving only eight ancient golden mirrors in the arena. These were the very Eight Golden Mirrors that had injured Wen Tianren in this state.
Upon discovering that it wasn't a formation being activated, Wen Tianren didn't immediately turn around. To be cautious, he first cast a detection spell from a distance.
Seeing that the golden mirror did not react, he cautiously approached and then returned to the golden mirror with a joyful expression.
"So this is the genuine Eight Gates Golden Light Mirror. It is indeed incomparable to the imitation. Even without human operation, it is set up with spirit stones and operates autonomously. Its power far surpasses the attacks released by ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators."
Looking at the genuine Eight Gates Golden Light Mirror in front of him, the heartache he felt for the imitation and those antique treasures instantly vanished.
After all, those things have already been recorded as templates, and they can be copied by consuming some spirit stones.
Wen Tianren thought he could handle ordinary early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators, but he ended up in a sorry state within the Eight Gates Golden Light Formation.
This clearly demonstrates the terrifying power of this treasure; it truly deserves its reputation as the number one offensive treasure in the Chaotic Star Sea, having once annihilated a Star Palace Lord.
Wen Tianren, with a delighted expression, put it into his storage bag.
He then looked around and saw the empty space in the arena, and felt a deep sense of melancholy.
He was the only one left of the group who had been exploring the ruins together.
Mo Wu, Shi Jing, and the others didn't even leave behind their storage bags; they were all burned to ashes by the golden divine flames.
At the same time, Wen Tianren was somewhat relieved: "Fortunately, I didn't appear as Xiao Ran, otherwise, if True Person Hongyue and Elder Jin Kui continued their investigation, I would have to worry about them."