Free Web NovelChapter 1707: Chapter 1316: Carriage on the Shoulder! Shakyamuni’s Treasure!
The strength of a person is divided into steady strength and maximum explosive strength.
If Jiang Dali’s formidable body can currently unleash nearly ten tons of force with just his arms, which he can sustain for a period, then the instantaneous explosive power and the integrated strength of his entire muscles are completely several times or even ten times that of his arms.
In addition, with the amplification of Inner Strength and various Martial Arts Combat Skills, his strength can be further multiplied, making him akin to a living prehistoric beast from Emperor Huang’s period. Even a Demon Dragon struggling against him would be forcibly pinned down to eat dust.
Thus, when Jiang Dali is in the Divine Demon Golden Body state, simply trying to dip his hands into the giant ice door handle and lifting it slightly causes the nearly nine-ton ice door to be effortlessly shaken with a "crack," instantly ripping apart and expanding the tightly adhered ice seam on the ground.
Sikong Zhaixing stared in horror at the broad-shouldered, thick-backed human beast before him.
At this time, Jiang Dali, in the Divine Demon Golden Body state, was over ten feet tall, with a thick neck and broad shoulders, his muscles resembling iron and steel, containing terrifying strength.
The muscles on his arms, in particular, were knotted, as if cast from iron bars, his entire skin surrounded by dominantly colored black and gold, glancing around like an invincible Demon God, full of terrifying and intense oppressive power.
This amazing strength and physique were beyond Sikong Zhaixing’s understanding, it was simply inhuman.
The Demon Dragon dragging the chains in the air felt the terrifying aura of its master below and also experienced a light tremor in its dragon heart, its eyes slightly narrowing, feeling a burst of fear.
It was this feeling, a sense of power strong enough to knock it out with a single punch, which had somehow completely conquered its last bit of defiance.
"Trying to lift this ice door in the normal body state just now felt very strenuous, though my arm strength far exceeds that of ordinary people. Even normal Returning to Truth Realm experts who are not born with Innate Divine Strength have at most only half my arm strength, but now, in the Divine Demon Golden Body state, it feels quite easy...
It seems I overestimated this ice door, or rather, underestimated the weight of this Void Heavenly Realm. If Sikong Zhaixing’s calculation isn’t wrong, this Void Heavenly Realm might exceed two hundred tons..."
Jiang Dali pondered, his heart slightly heavy.
Even at his full explosive strength, whether he could support the falling Void Heavenly Realm with the aid of the Demon Dragon and Xiao Feng is entirely uncertain.
After all, it is well-known that although the weight of an object does not change when it falls instantaneously, the acceleration of the fall increases the impact force.
Therefore, he must avoid triggering any mechanisms, and if triggered, he must immediately exert force to support it before it falls too much, reducing the added impact due to acceleration.
Jiang Dali bent down, slowly put down the giant ice door with a "boom," and then turned his gaze towards the dazed Sikong Zhaixing nearby, speaking in a muffled voice, "It’s about right, should be no problem!"
"Ah... oh, oh..."
Sikong Zhaixing came to himself and nodded like a pecking chick, stammering, "No, no problem then. I always knew this kind of weight is nothing for the village chief."
Jiang Dali said deeply, "This ice door may not be heavy, but the mechanisms within are critical. You must remind me in time when to stop, when to exert effort, and at what speed later."
Sikong Zhaixing swallowed and said, "Okay, rest assured! Leave it to me!"
After speaking, he stepped towards the dragon-carved and phoenix-etched door frame, pressing his face against it, ready to listen for any sound from the door locks at any moment.
Jiang Dali turned around, leaned half his body out, signaled to the waiting Xiao Feng and others below that he was ready, then used the Chain Whip skill to stretch his muscles, bent over, reached his hands into the door handle, exerted force, and pried open the smooth handle with his strong ten fingers, jamming them into the split crevice.
Then he took a deep breath, slowly exerting his arms, the muscles on his body rising in coordination.
"Rumble!"
The immensely heavy ice door was then slowly lifted.
Sikong Zhaixing closed his eyes, focused his ears, his keen hearing filtering out the vibrations from the lifting ice door, listening attentively to the sound of the mechanism within the thick ice layer.
Jiang Dali continued to lift slowly, and what was extremely heavy in the normal body state was not as light as if it didn’t exist at all but completely bearable within his range, moving it away steadily.
"Stop!"
Sikong Zhaixing suddenly transmitted his voice in a low shout.
Jiang Dali paused as appropriate and stopped.
"Lift!"
Sikong Zhaixing’s ears twitched lightly, almost immediately continuing to transmit his voice.
Jiang Dali exerted force again, continuing to lift the door steadily, so that the ice door was lifted, the sound of the heavy mechanism lock resembling wonderful musical notes ringing in Sikong Zhaixing’s ears.
The two worked closely together, and soon the incredibly thick ice door was lifted above their heads.
At that moment, Jiang Dali suddenly felt a heavy pressure on his lumbar spine as an overwhelmingly terrifying gravity from the entirely lifted ice door crushing downward nearly bent his arms immediately, caught off guard.
The sound of the mechanism lock also suddenly changed.
"Hold steady!"
Sikong Zhaixing urgently transmitted his voice, a layer of cold sweat instantly oozing from his forehead.
Jiang Dali gritted his teeth and forcibly entered the domineering body state, a layer of crimson energy erupting from his iron-like powerful body, stabilizing the bent arm joints forcibly. However, his boots were shattered in the face of the terrifying double pressure, his feet sinking into the ground, and the soles bursting open like a pie, scattering ice shards.
"Boom!——"
The exceedingly heavy ice door did not descend a bit under the strong support of Jiang Dali’s powerful arms. It completely aligned with the upper grooves of the door, perfectly settling into the frame as the lock mechanism moved.
"Huff—Huff—"
Sikong Zhaixing seemed even more exhausted than Jiang Dali, gasping heavily as he moved his cheek away, beads of sweat emerging on his face pressed against the icy surface. Excited yet fearful, he said, "We did it! I didn’t expect this ice gate to be designed with a guillotine trap at the end. If it weren’t for the Village Chief’s immense strength, without causing the ice gate to sink even a fraction, the mechanism would’ve been triggered just now."
Saying this, he felt a surge of genuine admiration. Even the sudden activation of the guillotine trap was forcibly resisted, proving that Jiang Dali’s strength was even more terrifying than he imagined. No wonder he is renowned in the Martial World as the Black Wind Village Chief who can carry a carriage on his shoulders.
Jiang Dali shook his head, withdrawing his hand, dissatisfied, "You’re Sikong Zhaixing, you should have anticipated such a trap."
Sikong Zhaixing chuckled awkwardly, "I was careless, I was careless!"
After speaking, both of them simultaneously looked toward the mysterious void behind the gate, illuminated by the external light, revealing the bizarre scenery of the Void Heavenly Realm, where massive Xuanbing Pillars stood within its hundred-zhang space.
Aside from this, in the entire mysterious Void Heavenly Realm, there’s only an Ice Crystal Throne carved from profound ice, nothing else.
Jiang Dali frowned, glanced at Sikong Zhaixing, seeing him nod, immediately took the lead and stepped into the Void Heavenly Realm, heading straight for the seated Ice Crystal Throne.
Below the Void Heavenly Realm, Xiao Feng and others saw Jiang Dali and Sikong Zhaixing had successfully entered, all breathed a sigh of relief, the tense atmosphere slightly dimmed.
"Should we go up and have a look?"
Lu Xiaofeng looked at Xiao Feng, tentatively asking.
Xiao Feng appeared tempted, but after glancing at the sneezing, cold-discomforted Fire Qilin beside him, shook his head, "Let’s wait until they’re down! If we all go up and there’s another trap inside, there’ll be no one outside to respond."
Yin Zhong, hands behind his back, smiled, "This Void Heavenly Realm is never approached, Shakyamuni likely wouldn’t have set many traps at his own resting place."
Finally, he inwardly added, unless there’s indeed some treasure.
Nonetheless... having smoothly obtained Phoenix Blood and Infinite Heart Transformation Pill on this trip, he was already satisfied. Even if there were further treasures, he wouldn’t covet them, avoiding damaging the relationship with the Black Wind Village Chief.
If it were someone else, he’d surely not be so agreeable.
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"This throne also has a mechanism; clearly storage can be hidden beneath the seat, really not that simple."
Inside the Void Heavenly Realm, Sikong Zhaixing, excitedly rubbing his hands after thoroughly observing the Ice Crystal Throne from various angles, said.
Jiang Dali was unsurprised, calmly said, "Can you open this mechanism? Or attempt to directly move this ice chair out and dismantle it forcefully?"
His words had barely fallen when Sikong Zhaixing effortlessly used a blade thin as a cicada’s wing to pry open the throne’s ice surface seat plate, instantly revealing a pile of items beneath.
They saw various unique tokens, assorted bottles and jars, books, and some scrolls all lying in the throne’s hidden compartment.
After Sikong Zhaixing confirmed there were no errors, Jiang Dali casually picked up a bottle to inspect, noticing the white clean bottle engraved with "Divine Beast Pill."
Further checking other bottles, such as "Youthful Appearance Pill," "Lifespan Extension Pill," "Infinite Heart Transformation Pill," "Shaolin Great Rejuvenation Pill," and "Infinite Immortal Pill," all exceptionally renowned and precious elixirs in the Martial World, were astonishingly all stored within.
Sikong Zhaixing, though accustomed to treasures, was still shocked.
Who would’ve thought Shakyamuni collected such many Martial World coveted precious elixirs over the years?
The sight made Sikong Zhaixing’s expression change dramatically, his mood fluctuating violently. If not for the fearsome man beside him who couldn’t be provoked, this thief might have already planned to snatch all the treasures and make a run.
Jiang Dali continued examining the tokens, finding most were sect forces identity tokens.
Among them, some even denoted identities of certain sects from the Holy Dynasty, even top families’ identity tokens, making him gently exhale in astonishment, feeling a surge of fervor inside.
Shakyamuni, this thousand-year-old ghost, lived his life fruitfully.
He left Jiang Dali such a vast and rich heritage.
He immediately looked at other books and scrolls, wanting to find Shakyamuni’s various mystical Martial Arts, yet only saw Martial Arts like "All Swords Return to the Sect," "Ten Thousand Blades Piercing Cloud," "Snow Blood Claw," "Three Points Return to Essence Energy," "Five Thunders Transformation Hand," "Return to God," "Blood Transformation Divine Skill," and some books related to divination and fortune-telling, not seeing Shakyamuni’s created ultimate secret technique "Holy Heart Formula."
"This throne contains so much Martial Arts, even Blood Transformation Divine Venerable’s ’Blood Transformation Divine Skill,’ but not Shakyamuni’s created ’Holy Heart Formula?’"
Jiang Dali felt strange, reached for another scroll at the bottom, seemingly appearing very significant, suspecting its position to relate to some important secrets of Shakyamuni.
Mere moments after picking it up, he felt the silk thread tied to the scroll being tugged.
Sikong Zhaixing, still enamored with admiring the various elixirs, suddenly changed expression and urgently stopped, "Wait!"
The word ’wait’ was hardly spoken when, due to inertial force, the scroll’s silk thread untied itself and detached. Jiang Dali’s heart tightened...
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