The Journey of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 482 - 280 Nangong Zhen

Ji Zhenzong finished reciting the mantra, nodded slightly, took a small knife from his bosom, cut his finger, and pressed the fresh blood onto the scroll. This masterfully painted scroll was now utterly marred by this streak of blood, its artistic conception completely destroyed. However, Ji Zhenzong naturally didn’t care about this; his eyes widened as he wanted to see what exactly the two Immortals looked like.

But after waiting for a long ti, the scroll remained motionless. The whole stone room was also eerily quiet.

"What’s going on?" He couldn’t help but speak out.

"Quiet! We’re discussing," ca the gruff voice impatiently. After a while, it continued, "Though you carry the bloodline of Guanglingzi, it’s very weak in you. Such a small amount of blood is not enough to break the Sealing!

"Ah?" Ji Zhenzong was stunned, "So my blood is no good. Then it has nothing to do with , I’m leaving." He picked up his feet and began to walk back.

"Co back!" The gruff voice thundered like a spring tempest, startling Ji Zhenzong into a shiver, "Who said your blood isn’t good? It’s just not enough! I want the essence blood from your heart!"

Ji Zhenzong glanced at his chest, making a cutting gesture with the small knife, estimating that it would be very painful, so he withdrew his hand: "No way, if I cut open my heart, I’ll die. Do you think I’m really that stupid? I won’t do it!"

The voice seed choked at first, taking a couple of heavy breaths before squeezing out the words: "You’re a Cultivator, a little prick to draw heart’s essence blood won’t kill you!" A Cultivator’s life force is much more robust than ordinary people’s; indeed, getting stabbed in the chest might not necessarily result in death.

"But, but..."

"Don’t forget, you’ve already made a Blood Oath to help us two escape our confinent. Break this oath and thunder shall strike you down!" The voice slowed down, "You just need to activate the Blood Coagulation Technique I have taught you, and give a gentle prick when the blood flows back to the heart chamber, it certainly will not harm your life!"

Ji Zhenzong thought about it and felt that probably thunder striking him down would be more painful. Thus, he muttered, "Okay then. I’ll get it." Encouraged by the mantra, after a long while, he finally raised the knife and gently drew it across his chest. Blood flowed out, but the wound was shallow.

The voice growled: "Don’t dawdle, hurry up!"

He gritted his teeth and finally aid the blade tip at his heart, plunging the knife down!

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The music of the Wind Chi had stopped at so unknown point, and now, a lodious and uplifting sound of a Jade Chi ca from the horizon.

Everyone turned their gaze towards the eastern sky. There, countless vibrant sparkles were moving, converging, these shining lights, bright as they were, did not fade even in the sunlight.

Fifteen minutes later, the points of light finally aligned completely, forming a new spectacle that made Ning Xiaoxian take a deep breath.

The Seven-Colored Rainbow Bridge!

A bridge, conjured out of thin air, spanning across Yuhu Peak and the Hidden Immortal Peak thousands of feet away, cutting through countless streams of clouds and fog, audaciously appeared in the Mortal World. Such a rainbow bridge of seven colors, inexplicably, reminded her of the words "graceful as a wandering dragon, quick as a startled swan."

Upon the rainbow bridge, a figure walked slowly.

In this grand rainbow bridge, in the vast expanse of the world, how minuscule does a human appear? However, the figure walking at leisure, surrounded by divine light with various wonders following, was even more eye-catching than the rainbow bridge.

This person, she now also found familiar, was none other than the current Sect Leader of Guangcheng Palace—Nangong Zhen. But the Nangong Zhen that stood before her was a far cry from the silver-haired elder she had seen before, all hesitation, curiosity, lancholy, and reflection had evaporated without a trace. The current Nangong Zhen, with golden light shimring around him, bore an air of calm authority that, with one glance, inspired a feeling of imnse respect in everyone.

This is truly the master of Guangcheng Palace, in charge of a hundred thousand disciples, this is truly the deanor and atmosphere befitting a Great Perfection Cultivator at the Tribulation Crossing Perfection.

Xu Moyou pursed his lips tightly, but Ning Xiaoxian heard his transmission: "The golden thread robe he wears is a secret treasure, exclusively for the Guangcheng Palace Master, donning it brings forth auspicious energy in thousands of strands."

She understood, it seems this treasure was specially made for show. Guangcheng Palace really had laid out an impressive scene, even building such a majestic rainbow bridge for the sect leader to step upon, creating such atmosphere, truly painstaking effort taken.

Alas, she said to Changtian with a sigh: "The presence is there, but with only him walking down such a splendid rainbow bridge, it’s quite loneso and solitary."