Invincible Dad-Chapter 793: Immortal Artifact?_1

The spear was solid gold and emanated no fluctuations of Spiritual Energy. Among the countless Divine Skills and Magical Treasures, it looked utterly ordinary.

Yet Ruan Lan’s hair stood on end, her very soul trembling. She was inexplicably afraid!

Ruan Lan had never felt such terror before.

Without hesitation, she threw the Formation Chessboard above her head. Three complete, defense-oriented, small Starlight Arrays immediately enveloped her and Xu Yiyi, who stood before her.

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

Three successive booms echoed as the golden spear shattered the Formations as if they were bamboo. Its speed undiminished, it thrust straight toward Ruan Lan’s forehead.

It’s over.

This was the only thought in Ruan Lan’s mind. In terms of her Boundary, she was not a true Golden Core Realm Cultivator. Her only lifesaving trump card was the Defensive Array.

In the blink of an eye, Xu Yiyi drew her Yunxiao Sword. A cold gleam arrived first as the tip of her sword met the tip of the spear.

SCREECH—

The tremendous force of the spear sent Xu Yiyi stumbling back dozens of meters. She let out a soft cry. Wisps of Qingfeng Sword Intent radiated from the tip of her sword!

CRACK!

The golden spear instantly shattered.

Xu Yiyi’s small face was deathly pale. She gasped for air, the hand holding her sword trembling uncontrollably. In that single moment, she had overdrawn every last bit of her Spiritual Energy.

"Hm?"

Within the Moon Clan army, a man in white raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised his spear had failed to kill its target. He carried a wooden box on his back, inside which were six more spears. The man took out a second one and casually threw it.

This time, the spear was no longer inconspicuous. It blazed through the air, trailing a brilliant tail of black Spiritual Energy. It was like a thick stroke of ink on a vibrant canvas, a presence impossible to ignore.

This spear could kill a peak Nascent Soul Realm expert!

The faces of the Martial Artists in Chang’an City and the Moon Clan Cultivators alike drained of color. Even Crown Princess Ji Jie’s beautiful eyes widened in shock. She had no idea such a terrifying expert was hidden within the army. Her gaze shifted to her father, the king, who remained utterly unperturbed. It was then that Ji Jie realized her father must have known about this powerful individual all along; perhaps he had even personally arranged for his presence. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Another Divinity Transformation Realm expert?

Ji Jie’s heart tightened. She knew who Ruan Lan and Xu Yiyi were—they were the two people closest to Xu Lai. If they died on the Moon...

What kind of extreme actions would Xu Lai take?

As Ji Jie imagined the scenario that could bring annihilation upon the Moon Clan, a part of her was strangely eager to see what the perpetually calm and composed man would look like in a hysterical rage. Lost in thought, she bit her lip so hard that a trickle of bright red blood slid from the corner of her mouth. In the brief second it took for the drop of blood to fall, the black spear had once again broken through the blockade of the Human Race’s Nascent Soul Realm experts. It was now just three meters from Ruan Lan’s brow.

The Defensive Array was shattered once more.

Once more, Xu Yiyi met the attack with her sword.

But this time, she could not stop it. The black spear obliterated her Qingfeng Sword Intent. The sheer force of the impact slammed her from the northern battlements into the wall of Chang’an’s southern gate. Dust and smoke billowed, obscuring her small figure.

When the dust settled, Ruan Lan’s eyes were bloodshot. "Yiyi!"

She forgot all about repairing the Formation and rushed over like a madwoman. Her niece, the girl who always managed to infuriate her within three sentences, was impaled to the battlement by a black spear. The sharp tip had pierced Xu Yiyi’s shoulder, dripping with blood, missing her heart by a mere three inches.

"A bit off."

Outside the city, the man in white sounded slightly regretful. He drew two more spears from his back—one red and one green—and hurled them. One was aimed at Ruan Lan, the other at Xu Yiyi.

The man in white knew that as long as these two Human Race Cultivators died, Chang’an City would be completely unable to resist the Moon Clan’s invasion. The Defensive Array that drew down starlight was the key to holding the city.

He curled his lip. So these are Human Race Cultivators? Pathetically weak.

For the sake of these ants, Ji Jiuyou had activated the extremely precious Ji Order, summoning him from the distant depths of the Dead Realm to this remote Star System to participate in this boring battle.

It’s nothing more than ants vying for dominance. If the Ji Order wasn’t impossible to defy, why would I bother with a branch family that was demoted to this place? It took four spears to kill two Golden Core cultivators. If word of this got out, those self-important prodigies in the Ji Family would probably laugh their heads off, wouldn’t they?

A shadow of gloom crossed Ji Huanghun’s face. He was not part of the Seed Sequence among the Ji Family’s younger generation, and he was suppressed in terms of both resources and status. While they were lofty Seed Sequence prodigies, he was stuck handling this dirty, tiring work that would only make him a laughingstock.

"What awful luck," Ji Huanghun couldn’t help but mutter before turning to leave.

He was certain they couldn’t possibly block the next two spears. But just as he took a step, he froze and whipped his head around.

He saw the green spear, aimed at Ruan Lan, freeze just one centimeter from the back of her head.

At that moment, time and space themselves seemed to have frozen solid. Ji Huanghun realized that everything before him was locked in place—the swarms of Magical Treasures and Divine Skills, and the entire city of Chang’an, besieged by countless Moon Clan members, had all come to a halt. It was as if he were the only living person left in the entire world.

This is... a time stop!?

Ji Huanghun’s scalp went numb with dread. Only a true, mighty figure from the Immortal Domain could command such a power. How could such a person exist in this insignificant little Star System?

He then saw the Formation Chessboard in Ruan Lan’s hand emitting a soft glow; it seemed the chessboard was the cause.

A supreme treasure!

The Nine Kings’ Palace was a forbidden ground in the Immortal Domain, and the Ji Family was one of the nine Royal Clans who served it. Ji Huanghun’s insight was no less than that of the Saint Heirs and Saintesses from the ancient legacies of the Immortal Domain. He recognized the extraordinary nature of the Formation Chessboard at a glance, his eyes blazing with fervor. Even though moving was difficult within this time-stopped Domain, he quickly began to advance toward Ruan Lan. He had to obtain that supreme treasure.

"Sigh."

A soft sigh came from behind him.

A chill shot down Ji Huanghun’s spine. Without hesitation, he bit his tongue hard, and a brilliant golden light enveloped his body.

Somehow, a young woman shrouded in holy light had appeared behind him. She wore a Cloud Hairpin and a long, black-and-white interwoven dress, resembling a free-spirited ink wash landscape painting splashed across white rice paper, full of profound charm.

Her face was not the kind of beauty that stunned you at first sight. But after a blink, upon a second glance, Ji Huanghun’s eyes grew hazy, his consciousness slowly fading. The golden barrier around him then erupted in a dazzling light that snapped him back to his senses, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

Who is this woman? In this frozen space, she nearly lulled my spiritual soul into a deep slumber!

"You cannot touch her," the woman said, her body somewhat transparent and ethereal. She pointed at Ruan Lan in the distance, her voice exceptionally otherworldly.

"..."

Ji Huanghun suddenly understood. He grew wary. "I know who you are. You’re the Artifact Spirit of that chessboard."

The woman in the long dress neither confirmed nor denied it.

"Only an Immortal Artifact could possess such a lifelike Artifact Spirit. Is that chessboard an Immortal Artifact?"

At this thought, Ji Huanghun’s heart pounded in his chest. It felt as if happiness had arrived far too suddenly.