Immortal Supreme: Sovereign of the Grand Dao

Chapter 178 Monkey King Sun Wukong...is Back!



Chapter 178 Monkey King Sun Wukong...is Back!

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Time flowed seamlessly, carrying with it the aspirations and endeavors of the cultivators within the Heavenly Sword Secret Realm.

As days turned into weeks, each individual forged their path, seeking growth and revelations amidst the realm's mysteries.

In a scene drenched in vibrant hues of gold and green, Kira found herself amidst a fierce battle.

Before her stood a majestic golden bird, its feathers radiating a brilliance that matched the sun itself.

The creature was a guardian of a coveted treasure – a golden lotus of profound significance.

"Ambrosium Golden Lotus...what a pleasant surprise."

Kira's eyes blazed with determination as she fought, her movements a dance of calculated strikes and swift evasions.

She was well aware, however, that her current approach wouldn't lead to victory.

The golden bird's defenses were formidable, and if she persisted, the toll on her would be immense.

Her resolve unshaken, Kira knew what she must do.

Just as she had done once before, she would have to break a seal on her powers.

She knew the consequences – the immediate strain on her body, the temporary loss of control.

Yet, the golden lotus held a significance that outweighed the price.

"This is what it means to be a true cultivator," she muttered under her breath, remembering the lessons her mother had imparted.

The memory bolstered her determination. Kira acknowledged her lack of preparation for this particular encounter, an oversight that was unlike her.

'Mother could have just told me what she sensed... what's it good being all secretive for anyway?' she was a bit dissatisfied yet grateful at the same time.

'Anyway with all I have gathered so far it is enough to make that pill.'

The golden lotus was a rare treasure she had sought for years, but its discovery had remained elusive until now.

Drawing upon the depths of her strength, Kira's voice rang out, "First seal, release!"

The world seemed to tremble in response to her command.

An aura of unleashed power surrounded her as the seal she had placed on her own abilities was broken.

The toll was immediate – her energy surged, her muscles strained, and her senses sharpened to an almost painful degree.

'Damned curse!'

The golden bird faltered for a moment, as if sensing the sudden surge of energy.

In that fleeting moment of advantage, Kira seized her opportunity.

Her movements became a blur of precision, each strike aimed with calculated intent.

The golden bird fought back fiercely, but it was as if Kira's every move was guided by an otherworldly force.

As the battle raged on, the golden lotus seemed to glow with an even brighter light.

It was as if the treasure itself recognized the tenacity within Kira's spirit and wished to join her cause.

Elsewhere, atop a rugged mountain range, a sight of carnage and determination unfolded.

A solitary figure emerged from the entrance of a cave, his form drenched in the blood of his adversaries.

The figure was none other than Sun Wukong, or as he now thinks of himself? after a transformation - The Indomitable Monkey King.

In one hand, he held a gourd of wine, a symbol of his defiance against mortality.

In the other, an aged staff with countless tales etched into its wooden surface. His countenance was fierce, his gaze like a wildfire, burning with a desire that refused to be contained.

With a confident swagger, Sun Wukong raised the gourd to his lips and took a sip, his eyes never leaving the horizon.

His voice carried the weight of centuries, "Monkey King Sun Wukong... is back!"

A tail, a trademark of his being, materialized behind him, swaying in the wind.

Yet, there was something different about it – a subtle shift that spoke of evolution.

With a profound exhalation, Sun Wukong summoned forth his martial spirit.

Once a constellation resembling a human with a monkey tail, it now exuded an aura of newfound strength.

The martial spirit's eyes held a deeper understanding, a wisdom that had grown in tandem with its master.

Sun Wukong raised his staff high, and as if responding to his call, halos of light enveloped his martial spirit.

Each halo was a testament to his power, a symbol of his mastery over his art.

Not one, not two, but ten rings adorned his martial spirit, signifying the pinnacle of the earth tier.

Peak Tier Earth Grade Martial Spirit!

It was a power that surpassed any seen in the Southern Continent, where earth tier martial spirits were rare and formidable.

In the heart of the realm, Kira's battle reached its climax.

With a final surge of determination, her strikes found their mark, and the golden bird's defenses crumbled.

The guardian let out a resounding cry, a tribute to its valiant effort.

As its form fell down to the ground lifeless, the golden lotus floated gracefully to the ground.

Kira, panting yet triumphant, looked upon the treasure before her.

She had paid a price for this victory, a price she willingly accepted for the sake of her goal.

"Moreover, I have gained two treasures today," she smiled widely.

The body of the? Spirit Beast itself held tremendous value as it was a lost species from thousands of years ago.

Two scenes, each marked by perseverance and strength, unfolded within the Heavenly Sword Secret Realm.

In this realm of trials and revelations, cultivators carved their destinies, embracing the challenges and rewards that lay before them.

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In the shadowy depths of the cave, Crixus and Julius, accompanied by their team, stood surrounded by an eerie, blood-red glow emitted from the stones they held.

The crimson light painted their faces with an otherworldly hue, setting the scene for a momentous event.

Amidst the glowing stones, Julius couldn't contain his excitement, his laughter reverberating off the cave walls.

"By the stars, Crixus, it's all real! The legend of the blood cultivator is real!" He practically shouted, his voice a mix of exhilaration and desire.

Crixus, however, remained enigmatic, his expression inscrutable as his gaze settled on the peculiar glow of the blood-red stones.

He knew that amidst this treasure hunt, there were more profound motives at play, motives that stretched far beyond immediate gains.

'That's your gain...mine has a far more grander purpose.'

Approaching a nearby coffin, Crixus's eyes locked onto a withered corpse sprawled within.

It held an ethereal aura, as if it had retained a vestige of its former glory.

Resting upon the corpse was a sword, its blade reflecting the same crimson hue as the stones.

The allure of the sword was undeniable.

Crixus, driven by a potent mix of curiosity and ambition, extended his hand, cautiously reaching out to touch the weapon.

The moment his fingers brushed against the hilt, a surge of power coursed through him.

It felt like the sword itself hungered for the life force within him, drawing it with an irresistible magnetic pull.

The sensation was not unfamiliar to Crixus.

It reminded him of a risky maneuver he had executed before, when he received an inheritance...of the one this very corpse belongs to.

Yet, the allure of the sword was too tempting to resist.

As the process began, Crixus could feel his life force draining, his body growing weaker with each passing moment, as he blood essence was absorbed.

It was a perilous gamble, one that could cost him dearly.

But in the back of his mind, he held onto the memory of his previous triumph and the rewards it had reaped.

Just as his vision began to blur, and the edges of his consciousness grew dim, the sword's glow intensified.

It radiated a blinding light, and a primal, beastly cry echoed through the cave—a cry that resonated with the very essence of the blade.

Julius, who had been observing with a mix of concern and skepticism, couldn't help but tense.

His initial excitement wavered as he saw Crixus on the brink of collapse. He doubted if the gamble was worth it.

Struggling for breath, his body pushed to the limits, Crixus mumbled incantations, summoning a reserve of power from the depths of his being.

His words held a calm edge, a call for strength as he teetered on the precipice between life and oblivion.

And then, in a burst of ethereal radiance, Crixus experienced a transformation unlike any other.

His body, once frail and weakened emitted a blood-red glow, and then underwent a miraculous rejuvenation.

The air itself seemed to pulse with vitality as his form regenerated, his strength replenished at an almost unnatural pace.

'Wait!... isn't that?!-'

Hidden within the cave's shadows, Zaith's astonishment was palpable.

He watched with wide eyes, his mind racing to make sense of the impossible.

Could it be that Crixus had stumbled upon a part of their clan's long-kept secret?

'No, it isn't the same as the secret technique but a rather bastardised version of it. He must have gotten it from the inheritance of the Blood Sword Demon outside this secret realm.' a voice replied to Zaith.

'I see.'

With renewed vigor, Crixus rose to his feet, the crimson sword clutched in his hand.

He looked different—changed. A newfound confidence emanated from him, intertwining with the power he now wielded.

"The Blood Sword Faction can live up to its name," he proclaimed, his voice tinged with triumph.

"Or should I say the Blood Sword Sect!"

The words reverberated through the chamber, their resonance carrying a weight that seemed to touch the very foundations of their destiny.

The members of the Blood Sword Faction erupted into fervent cheers, their loyalty and excitement ignited by Crixus's transformation.

The cave seemed to pulse with a renewed energy, a testament to the birth of a new era for the Blood Sword Faction...or...

The Blood Sword Sect. [A/N: or whatever that means...]

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A/N: still in a recovery process but I managed to pull off a chapter today...hope I can do the same tommorow!

leggo!


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