289: Chapter 294: The Terrifying Old Taoist 289: Chapter 294: The Terrifying Old Taoist Chapter 294: The Terrifying Old Daoist What was the background of this old Daoist?
His ancient Daoist robe was clearly not of the current era; it looked exceptionally old.
“This stone mill has been used by my ancestors for generations, and I’m not planning to sell it,” Fifth Grandpa Zhang tactfully declined.
The old Daoist’s skin was bronze-colored, and his white hair draped over his shoulders.
Though his frame was withered, his Essence, Qi, and Spirit were vigorous, and his voice rang out like a Golden Bell, sonorous and powerful.
“I am not one to take advantage.
I’ll give you fifty pounds of Source as a starting price.
Moreover, if anything valuable is found in the mill, I’ll pay you its market value in additional Source.” Fifth Grandpa Zhang was in a dilemma.
He had already realized that the old Daoist was far from ordinary, and refusing him outright might be inappropriate.
He hesitated, saying, “This…” BOOM!
At that moment, a loud sound echoed from the horizon.
Dust billowed skyward, and an intense surge of energy rippled outward.
purple mountain!
The epicenter was the purple mountain, guarded by nine dragon veins.
Even from a great distance, one could feel the ground there trembling.
The old Daoist quickly turned, looking toward the horizon.
His eyes were like two golden beads, and his withered body emitted a chilling aura.
At this moment, he did not resemble a human but rather a colossal beast, like a primordial savage dragon that had not appeared in ten thousand years.
The aura he exuded caused those around him to nearly collapse to the ground.
SWOOSH!
The old Daoist soared into the sky.
His Daoist robe unfurled, nearly sweeping the entire stone village away.
With a mere flick of his finger, he stabilized the whole village.
Ye Fan’s scalp tingled.
The strength of this old Daoist is terrifying!
he thought.
The mere unconscious movement of his robe contained such overwhelming power.
The old Daoist transformed into a gray mist and rushed toward the purple mountain.
His passage made the Heavenly Universe tremble as if a True Dragon were soaring through the sky.
“The Eastern Wastelands are truly vast and teeming with experts.
They don’t all hail from the Sacred Lands; many extraordinary individuals roam the great marshes and wild forests,” Ye Fan muttered to himself.
The Eastern Wastelands stretched boundlessly.
Flying from one end to the other would take years.
For an ordinary person on foot, even a hundred lifetimes would not be enough to cover half the journey.
This vast land harbored the mysterious Great Wilderness, spanning millions of miles.
There were limitless grand lakes, as vast as oceans, ancient palaces perpetually floating in the sky, and primeval Herb Gardens, left from ancient times, that could bring the dead back to life.
Many Peacock Kings, in their later years, would typically leave their Sacred Lands and choose to enter the Great Wilderness.
It was not unusual for them to encounter matchless masters or figures from distant ages there.
“What happened at the purple mountain?” Many in the stone village were extremely anxious.
“Quickly pack your things!
Be ready to evacuate at any moment,” Ye Fan instructed.
After a brief hesitation, he too soared into the air and flew toward the purple mountain.
The purple mountain was extraordinary, towering majestically like a Purple Sword piercing the clouds.
Its surface was covered with numerous blade scars and axe marks, etched with the passage of time.
A massive Black Flood Dragon, hundreds of zhang long—whether this was its true form or if it had deliberately extended its body was uncertain—was horrifyingly immense.
It coiled around the Purple Mountain Peak, its black body constricting it tightly.
It was like a meticulously forged steel Great Wall of China, clamped onto the mountain, unshakeable.
Its black scales were tightly knit, each over half a meter long, gleaming with a dark, ominous sheen and filled with formidable power.
This colossal creature was attempting to uproot the mountain by sheer brute force, trying to tear it apart and break it open.
The earlier motion was its doing.
This Black Flood Dragon must have seen the Ancient Scroll; that’s how it found this place, Ye Fan thought, frowning.
The Sacred Lands have yet to arrive, but some formidable beings have already taken action.
HMPH!
The old Daoist let out a soft reprimand, his voice like a Golden Bell, causing the void to hum and tremble.
On the purple mountain, the Black Flood Dragon trembled violently.
Its gigantic body reeled as if struck repeatedly by a mighty hammer, swaying continuously and causing the mountain peak itself to rock.
Although the old Daoist appeared withered, as he stood in the void, he exuded an oppressive, suffocating presence, like a True Dragon lying dormant.
On the purple mountain peak, the vast Black Flood Dragon let out a low whimper, like a mouse before a cat.
Its body quaked and curled into a ball.
Then, not daring to make another sound, it flew away from the back of the mountain.
At that moment, it resembled anything but a massive Black Flood Dragon hundreds of zhang long; instead, it fled meekly like a loach.
“All of you hiding in the shadows, e out now,” the old Daoist spoke calmly, yet his words carried an irresistible authority.
Three elders emerged, each exuding abundant vitality, like great Fire Furnaces.
One could feel the terrifying fluctuations of their life force.
Ye Fan was startled.
Even before the major Sacred Lands have arrived, those capable of viewing the Ancient Scroll are undoubtedly peerless masters!
“Who might you be, Daoist friend?” one elder asked.
He had white hair yet a youthful face, and possessed an aura of the Great Dao, giving him a profound and unfathomable air.
“My name was forgotten long ago.
You should all leave.
This place is not for you to covet,” the old Daoist replied indifferently.
He exuded authority without anger; though a renunciate, his presence caused trepidation.
“You are being too unreasonable!
This place is ownerless.
On what grounds do you tell us to leave?” spoke the very aged elder, whose presence was as profound and unfathomable as an Abyss of the Great Dao.
The old Daoist said no more.
With a wave of his large sleeve, a fierce gale arose.
The three white-haired elders were instantly swept away, disappearing into the distant sky in the blink of an eye.
Could this be an old Peacock King whose lifespan had been exhausted?
Someone who entered the Great Wilderness and has now re-emerged?
Ye Fan was shocked as this thought occurred to him.
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