Chapter 633
"The seal has been lifted." Fu Shaoping turned to look at Nangong Wan and found that the same dragon pattern as his appeared on her forehead. "So you have already..."
Nangong Wan's gold threads suddenly turned silver, weaving into a star map in the air: "Three hundred years ago, the Silver Dragon Clan and the formation cultivators formed an alliance for this day. Do you think the trade fair was just a coincidence?"
The sea demon howled for the last time under the starry sky, and its huge body began to weather. The black nematodes spontaneously combusted, turning into a black rain and falling into the sea. There were continuous explosions from the direction of the Seven Star Island - the Seven Star Alliance headquarters was collapsing without the support of the sea demon.
The starlight sword in Fu Shaoping's hand gradually dissipated, revealing the blade that was originally covered with cracks. But now, silver light was flowing in each crack, as if the stars were moving in the blade.
"So now..." As soon as he opened his mouth, Nangong Wan sealed his lips with blood-stained gold thread.
"Let's get out of here first." She pointed to the closing crack in the starry sky. "Although the sea demon has been destroyed, something else has awakened in the starry sky."
As the two walked towards the sea in the silver light, no one noticed that half of the dragon ball was quietly rolling into the deep sea in the wreckage of the bronze gate. The red dragon shadow inside the ball showed a strange smile and gradually sank into the darker abyss.
The sea surface returned to calm, but the sky became increasingly gloomy. Fu Shaoping and Nangong Wan stood on the ruins of the broken Seven Star Alliance. Nangong Wan's golden thread suddenly tightened and pointed to somewhere in the deep sea: "The dragon ball is moving."
Fu Shaoping stared at the dark sea water, his dragon pupils shrank slightly: "It is sinking, but not falling naturally." The two looked at each other, and at the same time crushed the water escape talisman and dived into the deep sea.
As the depth of the dive increased, the pressure of the sea water became greater and greater, and the light around them gradually disappeared. Fu Shaoping was wrapped in the blood of the silver dragon to resist the pressure, while Nangong Wan used the golden thread to form a water-avoiding formation. Suddenly, Nangong Wan's golden thread trembled violently, and she flicked her fingertips, and the golden thread turned into a light net that illuminated a radius of ten feet.
At the deepest part of the sea, there stood a huge bronze coffin, with ancient dragon patterns carved on its surface. The half dragon ball was floating above the coffin and slowly rotating. Nangong Wan said in a low voice: "This is not the coffin of the silver dragon, it is a cage."
Before he finished speaking, the dragon ball suddenly burst into blood, and the dragon pattern on the coffin broke into pieces. An aura that was older and more evil than the sea monster slowly awakened. A deep voice came from the coffin: "Finally, we have waited for the silver dragon bloodline."
Fu Shaoping held the long knife tightly, and the cracks on the blade oozed silver light mixed with blood. Nangong Wan grabbed his wrist: "No! Your blood is being drawn by it!" Fu Shaoping then realized that his palm had cracked at some point, and blood was flowing uncontrollably toward the coffin.
The gap in the coffin became larger and larger, and a pale hand slowly stretched out. When the fingertips touched the dragon ball, the entire sea area boiled, and the sea water rolled back to form a huge whirlpool. The coffin was completely opened, and a figure wearing a broken silver dragon armor stood up. His face was 70% similar to Fu Shaoping, but his eyes were pure black.
"My name is Fu Cangming." The moment he opened his mouth, the silver dragon blood in Fu Shaoping's body surged wildly. Nangong Wan's golden thread formed a forbidden formation: "He is not a silver dragon! He is a contaminated dragon soul!"
Fu Cangming chuckled and grabbed the dragon ball: "The Silver Dragon Clan has suppressed the sea demon for thousands of years, but they didn't know that the real demon has never been a sea demon." He tapped his fingertips lightly, the dragon ball shattered, and a blood-red dragon shadow soared into the sky.
The entire sky was dyed dark red, and countless scarlet eyes appeared in the clouds. Fu Shaoping clenched his long sword, and the shadow of a silver dragon roared behind him. Nangong Wan's golden thread turned into a starry sky, interweaving with his sword light. The two stood side by side, looking at the disaster that had awakened from ancient times.
Fu Shaoping and Nangong Wan walked on the surging waves and returned to the deserted island. The charred trees on the island still maintained their posture after being burned by lightning and fire, as if time had stopped here. Nangong Wan's golden thread meandered on the beach, outlining the remaining traces of the formation.
"The flow of spiritual energy here is not right." Nangong Wan suddenly stopped, and the golden thread stretched into a straight string in the air, "It seems to be deliberately guided by something."
Fu Shaoping squatted down and ran his fingertips across the wet sand. The silver dragon blood allowed him to sense that there was some kind of sticky energy hidden three inches below the sand. He suddenly lifted the surface of the sand, revealing seven black scales arranged in the shape of a Big Dipper, with dark purple blood beads condensed on each scale.
"It's the reverse scale." Fu Shaoping's voice was trembling with metal. "It's the reverse scale of the dragon clan that was used to set up the formation. No wonder it was able to hide from my perception."
The sea breeze suddenly stopped. The reefs in the center of the island made a cracking sound, and the broken stones fell down, revealing a hole entangled by vines. As soon as Nangong Wan's golden thread touched the hole, it all turned into a strange dark green.
"Be careful!" Fu Shaoping slashed the vines that suddenly attacked him with his sword, but what spurted out from the broken ends was not juice, but a black mist with a fishy and sweet smell. A vague human figure emerged in the mist, and Ye Qingge's face could be vaguely recognized.
Nangong Wan quickly formed seals, and twelve golden talismans surrounded his body: "This is the manifestation of his obsession. He sealed his memories here before he died."
The black mist figure let out a twisted laugh and raised his hand to throw out seven cold rays. The moment Fu Shaoping swung his knife to block, the cold rays suddenly turned and sank into the sand under Nangong Wan's feet. A huge blood-colored formation suddenly appeared on the ground, and a half-broken jade slip slowly rose from the center of the formation.
"It's a transaction record!" Nangong Wan's golden thread wrapped around the jade slip, which contained densely packed records of secret transactions between the Seven Star Alliance and various forces. The last line of ink was still fresh: The owner of Qingming Island exchanged half of the "Xuanlong Jue" for three soul-suppressing nails from the Sea Demon Sect.
Fu Shaoping's dragon pupils suddenly shrank. He thought of Mo Canghai's rotting body in front of the bronze door. The chains that pierced his body were indeed nailed with three black bone nails at the end. The sound of the waves suddenly became distant, the air on the island began to distort, and countless sails appeared on the distant horizon.
"We've fallen into a trap." Nangong Wan's golden line trembled violently, "This island itself is a bait!"
Twelve ships flying the seven-star flag emerged from the fog, with purple-robed monks standing on the bows. Their simultaneous seals set off huge waves, and on the crest of the waves stood a figure wearing a bronze mask, holding a star-shaped long sword exactly like Fu Shaoping's.
The sea breeze blew across the island with a salty and humid breath. Fu Shaoping stepped barefoot on the soft sand, leaving behind a series of footprints of varying depths. The morning mist had not yet dissipated, and his figure was looming in the haze. From time to time, the sound of live fish flapping in the fish basket in his hand could be heard.
Nangong Wan sat cross-legged on a reef by the sea, the golden thread flowing between her fingers, weaving into a fine net. The sunlight penetrated the mist and sprinkled on her, coating her outline with a layer of light golden halo. She suddenly frowned, and the golden thread on her fingertips trembled slightly.
"Failed again?" Fu Shaoping's voice came from behind with a hint of smile.
Nangong Wan didn't even turn her head, and the golden thread suddenly tightened: "This is the 37th method of forming an array." There was a hint of annoyance in her tone, but she couldn't hide the eagerness in her eyes.
Fu Shaoping put the fish basket aside, picked up a branch and drew a few marks on the beach: "Try this?" His movements were casual, but he accurately outlined a complex array pattern.
Nangong Wan's eyes lingered on the array pattern for a moment, and she suddenly smiled. The golden thread on her fingertips moved like a spirit snake, weaving in the air to form a pattern exactly the same as the one on the beach. At the moment the array was completed, the sea breeze suddenly stopped, and a few fallen leaves hovered in the air. "It's done!" Surprise flashed in her eyes, and she turned to look at Fu Shaoping, only to find that he had already walked away and was squatting on the beach to process the fish he had just caught. The sun shone on his back, coating him with a layer of warm light.
In the evening, smoke rose from the small house in the center of the island. Nangong Wan sat on the stone bench in front of the door, the golden thread changing shape in her hands, sometimes turning into a flying bird, sometimes into a swimming fish. Fu Shaoping came out with two bowls of fish soup, and the hot steam rose in the twilight.
"Try it." He handed her one of the bowls with a calm tone but expectant eyes.
Nangong Wan took the bowl, the heat blurred her face. She took a sip and raised her eyebrows slightly: "Better than last time."
Fu Shaoping's mouth corners slightly raised, and when he lowered his head to drink the soup, he caught a glimpse of her golden thread quietly wrapped around the corner of his clothes. The sea breeze blew gently, bringing a salty and humid smell, and the sound of waves hitting the shore came from afar.
As night fell, the starlight sprinkled on the sea, reflecting the golden thread on Nangong Wan's fingertips. Fu Shaoping sat by the reef, closing his eyes to rest. His breathing gradually synchronized with the rhythm of the waves, and the silver dragon blood flowed slowly in his body, emitting a faint glow in the night.
Nangong Wan's golden thread suddenly touched his arm. Fu Shaoping opened his eyes and saw the golden thread on her fingertips forming a few words in the air: "Look."
He looked in the direction she pointed, and saw a group of glowing fireflies leaping out of the sea, like stars falling into the mortal world. The faint light shone on their faces, illuminating the rare tenderness in each other's eyes.
It was late at night, and the lights in the hut went out. The sound of the waves continued, gently lapping against the shore. Fu Shaoping lay on the roof, looking at the starry sky. The tiles beside him made a slight sound, and Nangong Wan sat down beside him, the golden thread looming in the night.
"Let's try that new formation tomorrow?" she asked softly.
Fu Shaoping hummed in a low voice. The two of them fell into silence, but it didn't seem awkward. The sea breeze blew, carrying the breath of the unknown far away, and at this moment, this small island was their whole world.
The morning light on the island always comes especially early.
Fu Shaoping stood on the reef with his upper body naked, his silver dragon tattoo gleaming in the morning light. The long knife in his hand cut through the sea surface, startling a group of silvery flying fish. The sea water automatically parted as the blade passed, revealing the school of fish swimming below. With a flick of his wrist, three plump sea fish landed on the beach behind him.
Nangong Wan stepped barefoot on the wet beach, the golden thread flowing through her fingertips, weaving into a fine net. She suddenly frowned, the golden thread on her fingertips trembled slightly, and the crabs just caught in the net took the opportunity to slip away.
"The thirty-seventh time." Fu Shaoping's voice came from behind, with a hint of teasing.
Nangong Wan didn't even turn her head, and the golden thread suddenly tightened: "Shut up." Her tone was full of annoyance, but she couldn't hide the eagerness in her eyes. The golden thread suddenly turned into dozens of streams of light, surrounding the escaping crab.
The midday sun scorched the beach. Fu Shaoping squatted under a coconut tree to process his catch, the knife flashed, and fish scales flew like snowflakes. Nangong Wan sat under the shade of a tree, golden thread running through his fingers, mending a torn piece of clothing. Occasionally looking up, I saw Fu Shaoping's focused profile, sweat dripping down his chin.
"Here." Fu Shaoping suddenly handed over a split coconut.
Nangong Wan took it, and her fingertips accidentally touched his palm. The warm touch made her slightly startled. The coconut juice was sweet and had the scent of sea breeze.
On the beach in the evening, the two walked side by side. After the tide receded, countless shells were left on the beach. Nangong Wan's golden thread flickered in the twilight, and from time to time, it rolled up a special shell. Fu Shaoping walked in front, dragging his long knife behind him, leaving a winding trail on the beach.
"This." Nangong Wan suddenly stopped, and a rare purple conch was wrapped in golden thread.
Fu Shaoping turned around and his eyes fell on the conch. He reached out to take it, and his fingertips brushed the golden thread, feeling the residual spiritual power fluctuations on it. The conch glowed with a strange luster in the sunset, just like the purple light that occasionally flashed in Nangong Wan's eyes.
As night fell, a bonfire danced on the beach. Fu Shaoping flipped the fish skewers, and the fat dripped into the fire, making a sizzling sound. Nangong Wan's golden threads danced in the firelight, weaving into various shapes and projecting onto the rock wall.
"Try it." Fu Shaoping handed over the grilled fish with a calm tone.
Nangong Wan took it and took a small bite. The fish was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with the salty aroma of sea salt. She didn't say anything, but the slightly raised corners of her mouth made Fu Shaoping look at her twice.
Late at night, Fu Shaoping lay on the reef and looked at the stars. The sound of the waves echoed in his ears, and his silver dragon blood allowed him to hear the movement of fish in the distance. There were light footsteps, and Nangong Wan sat down beside him, with the golden thread looming in the night.
"The Big Dipper has shifted," she said suddenly.
Fu Shaoping hummed, and followed the direction of her golden thread. The starlight sprinkled on the sea, interweaving with the light of the golden thread. The two of them fell into silence, with only the sound of waves hitting the shore echoing in the night.
The morning sea breeze, carrying a salty and humid smell, gently pushed the wooden window open a crack. Fu Shaoping opened his eyes, and the morning light fell on the purple conch beside his pillow. When he stood up, he heard the sound of spatulas colliding in the kitchen.
Nangong Wan was controlling three spatulas with the golden thread, and the fried egg in the pan flipped beautifully. There was still moisture on the ends of her hair, and she had obviously just returned from the shower. Seeing Fu Shaoping standing at the door, the golden thread suddenly trembled, and the egg yolk was accidentally pierced.
"It's overcooked." Fu Shaoping took the spatula naturally, and when his fingertips brushed the back of her hand, they both pretended not to notice the pause. He flipped his wrist, and the burnt fried egg miraculously returned to golden color.
On the shallow beach after the tide receded, Nangong Wan's golden thread was weaving through the sand. Every time it found a special shell, the golden thread would tremble gently. Fu Shaoping stood in the waist-deep sea water, with a long knife inserted at his side, his hands immersed in the cold sea water to sense the fish. Suddenly, the sheath of the knife shook, and three groupers were shaken out of the water and fell accurately into the fish basket on the shore. (End of this chapter)