The Spirit Boat beneath Wu ng’s feet, if it were rely traveling normally across the sky, would suffice with just Middle Tier Spirit Stones.
However, in this storm with flashing lightning, if one wants to activate the defensive Array of the Spirit Boat, Middle Tier Spirit Stones are far from enough. High-tier Spirit Stones are necessary to et the normal consumption of this Spirit Boat.
In this storm, Wu ng had already maneuvered the Spirit Boat for seven to eight two-hours.
Reluctantly, he took out the last remaining piece of high-tier Spirit Stone in his hand, preparing to replace the exhausted, discarded Spirit Stone on the Spirit Boat.
At this mont, he suddenly blacked out.
He couldn’t see or hear; at this mont, not only his hearing and sight but even the senses of sll and touch inexplicably vanished.
"Damn, what the hell is this thing?"
"In an instant, my five senses are completely stripped; could this be the power of a curse, soone cursing ?"
"I’ve kept a low profile for years, never striving for success, always living unattached to worldly conflicts; I should have very few enemies."
"Could it be, the one cursing is that Chen Hai?"
...
With all five senses thoroughly gone, Wu ng now only had his mind functioning normally.
The high-tier Spirit Stone held in his hand had slipped, falling onto the Spirit Boat, yet he knew nothing about it.
"Boom..." A loud crash resounded.
The high-tier Spirit Stone at the core of the Spirit Boat finally exhausted its last wisp of power, turning into powder.
Without the Protective Shield for defense, the lightning from the sky struck the Spirit Boat, and in just a few monts, the entire Spirit Boat shattered to pieces, falling towards the sea below.
Wu ng, mixed among the fragnts of the Spirit Boat falling towards the sea, seed like a deliberate target for the lightning.
Amidst the thunder, which naturally contained strands of destructive intent, its powerful might was terrifyingly strong.
Especially the wild lightning in the Endless Sea; without appropriate ans to deal with it, even general Daluo Golden Immortals had to be extrely cautious facing these Nine Heavens thunderbolts.
Because of this, those Immortals wishing to cross the Endless Sea usually maneuver Spirit Ships. If they encounter places ravaged by storms, most would choose to rest nearby for a few days.
Only those wealthy and strong Immortals would dare to drive Spirit Ships directly into storms. As for those who resist the thunder with their Physical Body on the Endless Sea, although not unheard of, they are extrely rare.
One lightning bolt after another struck Wu ng, bouncing him around in the air like a ball, unable to truly fall.
Although a Golden Immortal, under the relentless bombardnt of terrifying lightning, his entire body was scorched black.
The unique Immortal Golden Intent of a Golden Immortal enabled occasional flashes of golden light to appear on Wu ng’s charred body.
Unfortunately, as lightning continued to fall, the Power of Destruction incessantly accumulated on him, and the so-called Immortal Golden Intent could not truly achieve eternal immortality, beginning to rapidly wear away under the Power of Destruction.
"What a terrifying curse, stripping of my five senses while continuously extinguishing my vitality..."
Without yet finding a thod to suppress this eerie curse and regain control over his body, Wu ng could clearly feel his vitality rapidly eroding, his consciousness starting to blur until he fell into eternal darkness.
...
Atop Black Water Immortal Mountain, within the Cultivation Hall.
With a face of contemplation, Chen Hai lifted the Hongming Blade, stabbing the last stab into the Mongolian Skin Grassman inscribed with Wu ng’s na.
Taking a deep breath, he began scrutinizing the Grassman before him.
According to past experience, those directly cursed by the Seven-day Curse Killing Technique would result in their Mongolian Skin Grassman exploding.
Starting from when he cast this curse on Wu ng, daily, he would stab the seven orifices of that Grassman before him with the Hongming Blade.
Today, with the completion of the Curse Killing Technique, despite wisps of black blood seeping continuously from the seven holes pierced by the Hongming Blade on the Mongolian Skin Grassman inscribed with Wu ng’s na, there had been no sign of explosion.
"According to Wan Zhongshan, over the past few decades, Wu ng’s strength hasn’t advanced much, still remaining at the early stage of a Golden Immortal."
"Be it in Realm or actual combat capability, I am unquestionably much stronger than him."
"With my current strength, casting the Seven-day Curse Killing Technique personally didn’t directly curse him to death?"
"I have to admit, this person is indeed extraordinary; perhaps, as I suspected, he is protected by great fate!"
After carefully examining the Mongolian Skin Grassman for a while, Chen Hai muttered with slight disappointnt.
"If one curse doesn’t kill, then twice; if twice doesn’t kill, then curse him three or four tis!"
"Hopefully, that guy puts up a good fight; this way, I can have proper entertainnt in between my cultivation!"
With such thoughts in his mind, Chen Hai’s mood instantly returned to normal, and that little disappointnt in his heart disappeared without a trace.
As he was about to put away the Hongming Blade and those other items for casting the Seven-day Curse Killing Technique, and genuinely sit in seclusion to begin cultivation, the Mongolian Skin Grassman standing before him suddenly exploded into countless fragnts with a pop.
Startled for a while, only then did Chen Hai react.
"When I completed the Curse Killing Technique, this Grassman didn’t explode; when I was ready to put it away, it suddenly blew up. What does this an?"
"The Mongolian Skin Grassman not exploding imdiately should be due to one casting not being sufficient to directly curse him to death!"
"But this situation now, is it because of external force intervening, causing Wu ng, who was resisting the curse power, to die instantly, making the Grassman suddenly explode?"
"If the reality is indeed as I suspected, then it’s sowhat unfortunate; the little entertainnt I found with difficulty is gone again!"
With a complex expression, Chen Hai sighed.
After clearing up the fragnts of the Grassman that exploded on the ground, he rested for a while, adjusting his own ntal State.
Once he felt his ntal State as calm as an ancient well and both his spirit and body were restored to their peak, he slowly walked to the center of the hall, sitting cross-legged on the mat.
Being at the Golden Immortal Peak, and having understood his own Tao Path, he could barely be considered to have taken half a step forward.
His Three Flowers and Five Qi seed ready to move.
Perhaps all it needed was an opportunity for them to further rge, ultimately condensing into one to form a Taoist Fruit.
With eyes observing his nose and his nose observing his heart, Chen Hai imrsed himself in Cultivation.
The amount of ti that passed was unclear, but he seed to feel his thoughts rising infinitely, appearing within a vast long river.
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