louisehourcade Chapter 239 Divine Vessel!
Chapter 239 Divine Vessel!
A golden scroll hangs high in the sky, its divine script flowing like molten gold.
Inside the Forbidden City's secret chambers, the atmosphere was so heavy it seemed to drip water.
"Not allowed to cultivate for a year..." Ma Tao's face turned pale. "This is tantamount to severing the foundation of our Chinese Divine Masters!"
Yuan Qingsheng's fists clenched so tightly they cracked:
"If we lose this battle, not only will our national fortune suffer, but there will also be a gap of a whole year in the new generation of Divine Masters. By the time they resume their cultivation, the new generation in the West will probably already be two or three major realms ahead of us."
Tang Sanzang, fiddling with his newly replaced prayer beads, a cold glint flashed in his eyes:
"This battle must be won. And it must be won decisively, shattering the West's confidence completely."
"Unfortunately, I am a Chinese deity and cannot represent China in the Myth Arena."
After saying that, Tang Sanzang sighed.
The others all sighed.
Then everyone's eyes turned to Old Master Mo.
As the person in charge of Huaxia, the final decision on who will fight in the next match rests with him.
Old Mo remained silent, his gaze sweeping across the faces of Su Fan, Yuan Qingsheng, and Ma Tao.
Old Mo slowly began to speak:
"Logically, this battle should be fought by either Qing Sheng or Ma Tao. You have made contracts with the ancient gods of water and fire, and your combat power is among the top tier of the existing divine beings in China. But..."
Old Mo paused for a moment, then continued:
"But the Western Alliance will definitely be wary of the two of you. Your abilities have been thoroughly studied. If you go up to the Myth Arena, it will be extremely dangerous."
Yuan Qingsheng and Ma Tao exchanged a glance and took a step forward at the same time.
"Old Mo, we can go into battle."
Yuan Qingsheng and Ma Tao said in unison.
Su Fan felt a surge of warmth in his heart as he watched this scene.
Su Fan thought for a moment, then opened his mouth and said:
"Mr. Mo, let me do it."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's eyes fell on Su Fan.
"Xiao Fan!" Yuan Qingsheng exclaimed urgently, "This is not the time to play the hero!"
"I didn't try to be a hero," Su Fan said calmly. "As you know, I have made contracts with many Chinese deities, and I have that confidence."
Old Mo was getting anxious: "Su Fan, your safety is the most important thing."
Su Fan shook his head: "If we lose this mythical arena, then China will be severely surpassed by the Western Alliance, and the chances of revival will be slim."
"Therefore, we must win this Mythic Arena, and I must go on stage."
As he spoke, Su Fan looked at Elder Mo and continued:
"Old Mo, the abilities of Old Yuan and Old Ma have been thoroughly studied by the Western Alliance. The Western Alliance will definitely send out targeted deities."
"On the contrary, I have many Chinese gods under contract, so I am not easy to be targeted. Moreover, although I am only at the fourth level, I can still defeat an eighth-level God Master if I go all out."
Old Mo remained silent for a long time before finally nodding heavily.
"Alright. Su Fan, the Divine Warrior of China, will now fight in the third match of the Mythical Arena!"
The golden scroll sensed the decision, and divine runes flowed:
[The Chinese representative has been chosen: Su Fan]
[Western Alliance, please designate your fighters within one hour]
The moment the news broke, the world was in an uproar.
"Has China gone mad?! Sending that fourth-tier Divine Master into battle again?!"
"Is this a sign of giving up on treatment?"
"Just because Su Fan won the first match by luck, doesn't mean we're unprepared for the second one, does it?"
Inside the secret meeting room of the Western Alliance, the twelve shadowy figures were also momentarily stunned.
The woman's voice was filled with disbelief:
"Su Fan? That fourth-tier kid again? What's China up to?"
The aged voice slowly said:
"A trap. There's definitely a trap. That old fox, Mo, wouldn't make a pointless sacrifice."
The chief figure said in a deep voice:
"But our divine vessel is ready. No matter what schemes China may have, they are all in vain before absolute power."
"Let Ares' divine vessel fight."
Some people hesitated.
"Ares? The god of war is powerful, but his divinity is too tyrannical. His vessel might collapse before the battle ends..."
The chief's voice was icy cold upon hearing this.
"Then let it collapse. In this battle, we will win at all costs."
"yes!"
The resolution was passed.
Ten minutes later, new divine script appeared on the golden scroll:
[The Western Alliance's representative has been decided: Augustine]
The moment the divine script appeared, all spectators around the world felt a surge of bloody battle intent erupting from a secret base in the west, soaring straight into the sky!
That fighting spirit was so pure, so brutal, as if it wanted to slaughter all living beings and wash the world in blood!
Sensing this violent and bloody aura, Old Mo's face turned ashen.
"A divine vessel... they really did use this forbidden technique!"
"What is a vessel for gods?" Su Fan asked curiously.
Old Mo's voice was heavy:
"A kind of evil magic developed in the West. It selects a divine master with a special constitution and transforms him into a vessel through a ritual."
"It allows him to merge with the god he has a contract with, unleashing power close to that of the god himself."
"But the price is that after the battle, the vessel will surely die, and even its soul will be corrupted, never to be reborn."
"This is a war machine built on human lives." Yuan Qingsheng gritted his teeth.
Su Fan nodded and didn't ask any more questions.
He sat down cross-legged and began to adjust his state.
His consciousness sank into his sea of consciousness, looking at the system panel that was floating there.
[Host: Su Fan]
[Realm: Fourth-Order Divine Master (Peak)]
Su Fan opened the system store directly. Since the Western Alliance cheated, he wouldn't be surprised if he used pills too.
The system store has been opened.
[1. One Nine-Turn Golden Pill (Imitation), which can temporarily elevate the host to the seventh rank during battle for thirty minutes. Requires 1000 million popularity points.]
2. Binding God Rope (One-time use): Can bind a god-level target for three breaths. Requires 500 million popularity points.
3. Substitute Puppet (Advanced): Can withstand one fatal attack. Requires 1000 million popularity points.
Su Fan glanced at it and smiled wryly.
Buying all three items would require 2500 million popularity points, which he simply doesn't have.
"Buy 1 and 3," Su Fan decided.
Although the Binding God Rope can control the situation for three breaths, it is probably not enough to decide the outcome when facing a god.
It would be better to focus resources on survival and explosive growth.
[Exchange successful. Remaining popularity points: 11]
Su Fan's lips twitched.
Well, now I'm really broke.
However, Su Fan had no time to feel sorry for himself, because the golden scroll had already been unfurled again:
The participating teams for both sides have been confirmed.
[The third battle of the Mythical Arena has officially begun.]
[Both sides, please proceed to the Tai Shen Yang Arena area immediately.]
Su Fan stood up, nodded to everyone, and walked outside.
"Su Fan".
Old Mo suddenly called out to him, and took out a jade pendant from his bosom. "This is a jade pendant from the Taishan Fujun Temple. It can nourish the soul. Wear it."
Su Fan took it; the jade pendant was warm.
Outside, the private jet was ready.
When Su Fan arrived above the deep ocean, the arena had already been set up.
This time, the arena was even more magnificent than the previous two.
A circular platform with a diameter of over fifty miles is suspended at an altitude of ten thousand meters.
The platform surface is no longer just simple stone, but is covered with dense divine runes. These runes form two huge arrays: one side is the Eastern Tai Chi Bagua, and the other side is the Western Twelve Constellations.
The array slowly rotated, emanating a powerful pressure that suppressed the void.
At the edge of the arena, the phantom images of the twelve divine pillars reappeared.
This time, however, the three divine pillars representing China shone brightly.
Meanwhile, in the west, four of the twelve divine pillars had already dimmed, and among the remaining eight, one blood-red divine pillar was trembling wildly, radiating an overwhelming fighting spirit!
Su Fan landed on the east side of the arena.
Almost simultaneously, a streak of blood-red light pierced through the western sky and crashed onto the west side of the arena!
The bloodstains dissipated, revealing a figure.
It was a giant over three meters tall, his entire body covered in dark red, menacing armor, from which thick, sticky blood mist constantly seeped.
His helmet was shaped like a howling wolf's head, with two blood-red flames burning around his eyes.
The most terrifying thing was his right hand, which was no longer a human hand, but a demonic claw covered with black scales and with fingertips like knives!
The container has become semi-deified.
"Chinese...Xia...insects..."
A hoarse, nauseating sound came from inside the helmet.
"My lord... I want your... soul... as... spoils of war..."
Su Fan did not respond.
A cold, mechanical voice echoed across the mythical arena.
[The third Mythical Arena War has officially begun!]
As soon as he finished speaking, Su Fan took a deep breath and communicated with the system through his consciousness:
"Use the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir (imitation)."
[Successfully activated. Temporarily raised your cultivation level to the peak of the seventh rank, lasting 29 minutes and 58 seconds...]
boom!
A tremendous power erupted from within him, and a faint golden aura emanated from Su Fan's body as his aura surged higher and higher!
Fourth order, fifth order, sixth order, seventh order!
In just three breaths, he crossed three major realms!
But this is only a false seventh rank, though it's enough for Su Fan now.
Su Fan needs power to fight against the gods.
"Oh? A breakthrough before battle?"
The container scoffed.
"No matter how much an ant struggles, it is still just... an ant..."
Before he finished speaking, he vanished!
No, it didn't disappear, it was too fast, leaving a bloody afterimage in the air, instantly traversing thousands of meters, its demonic claws aimed straight for Su Fan's heart!
fast!
too fast!
Su Fan's pupils shrank sharply, and he almost instinctively turned to the side, while his right hand shone with golden light as he threw a punch!
"clang--!!!"
Fists and claws collided, producing a metallic clang!
The shockwave exploded in a ring, causing the divine runes on the surface of the arena to flicker!
Su Fan was sent flying backward, tumbling more than a dozen times in the air before regaining his balance. His right fist was torn open, and blood was flowing out.
The container simply took three steps back, leaving a white mark on the demon's claws.
High judgment.
"The power... is acceptable." The container shook its hand. "But it's not enough!"
After saying that, he pounced again, this time without holding back. With a wave of his demonic claws, countless blood-red claw shadows enveloped all of Su Fan's vital points!
Each claw strike tore through the air, emitting a shrill, ghostly wail!
Su Fan gritted his teeth, formed hand seals, and the Nezha statue in his sea of consciousness shone brightly:
"Great God of the Three Altars and Seas, please aid me in this battle!"
boom!
Red ribbons filled the sky, and the flaming spears were drawn!
Behind Su Fan, the phantom of a child with three heads and six arms appeared and overlapped with his figure!
With the Fire-Tipped Spear in hand, Su Fan's aura changed, and the spear moved like a dragon, clashing with the countless claw shadows!
"Clang clang clang clang clang—!!!"
A series of explosive sounds echoed throughout the arena!
Gunshots and claws clashed, blood and gold collided, and each clash shook the void!
Thirty moves!
Fifty moves!
One hundred moves!
Su Fan fought with increasing ferocity, wielding his Fire-Tipped Spear with such skill that it was impenetrable, completely blocking all of the container's attacks!
The container suddenly sneered: "You do have some strength."
After he finished speaking, he suddenly shuddered, and the blood mist around him exploded and spread, instantly enveloping the entire west side of the arena!
Within the blood mist, countless grotesque war visions emerge: severed limbs and remains, wailing soldiers, burning cities, and mountains of skeletons...
Supernatural Power, War God Realm!
In this divine realm, Su Fan felt that the Fire-Tipped Spear in his hand suddenly became ten times heavier, and every movement required several times the strength!
However, the container's speed and power increased by 30%!
"die!"
The demonic claw broke through the gun's defenses and thrust straight at Su Fan's throat!
At the critical moment, the jade pendant on Su Fan's chest suddenly shattered!
The incense and prayer power of the Lord of Mount Tai erupted, transforming into a blue barrier that blocked the fatal blow!
But the barrier shattered in response!
Su Fan seized the opportunity to back away, a surge of blood rushing to his chest.
"The substitute puppet didn't trigger... which means that the attack just now wasn't fatal."
Su Fan's mind raced.
"We must force him to use his ultimate move!"
With this in mind, Su Fan no longer held back, his consciousness sinking into the deepest part of his sea of consciousness to communicate with the divine power of Zhulong Zhujiuyin.
"Lord Zhulong, please help me!"
The divine power of the creator god Zhulong surged forth.
The next moment, Su Fan's aura changed again.
Su Fan raised his right hand and lightly pressed it against the container.
The war domain surrounding the container suddenly froze.
The wailing visions, the burning cities, the piles of skeletons—all froze in time, and then…
Shattered into pieces!
It was as if an invisible giant hand had crushed the entire divine realm!
"This...is impossible!" The container showed shock for the first time. "What kind of power is this?!"
Su Fan did not answer.
He didn't summon the divine image of Zhulong, so the vessel wouldn't recognize Zhulong's abilities from the first mythological arena match.
Meanwhile, containers have gone completely insane.
"Aaaaaaahh ...
The container roared to the sky, its armor shattering inch by inch, revealing a completely inhuman body beneath.
Those were writhing pieces of flesh and blood, countless blood vessels throbbing beneath the skin, and at the heart, a blood crystal the size of a fist was burning wildly!
He is sacrificing all his remaining life in exchange for the complete liberation of the contracted god!
"War...trampling!!!"
The container is standing firmly on the ground!
The entire arena shook violently, and a blood-red shockwave emanated from him, spreading out in a ring!
Wherever the shockwave passed, the divine runes on the surface of the arena shattered in patches!
Su Fan gritted his teeth and poured all his strength into the Fire-Tipped Spear. The tip of the spear ignited with a blazing white flame, and he thrust the spear into the ground!
"Samadhi Fire - Spreading Like Wildfire!"
Flames collided with a blood-red shockwave!
Rumble, rumble, rumble—!!!
The flames and shockwave collided violently, unleashing a blinding light.
A powerful force sent Su Fan flying backward, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, leaving him extremely weak.
At this point, more than half of the time required for the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir had passed.