Chapter 1791: The Descent of the Holy Lands |
Deep within the Phoenix Forbidden of Nanhuang Continent.
With a piercing cry that echoed through heaven and earth, the Southern Phoenix soared into the sky, its massive wings stirring celestial winds as it circled above Seven Blood Eyes’ harbor.
Perched atop the phoenix, Xu Qing’s Second Senior Sister gazed anxiously toward her master’s secluded cultivation site within the sect.
“Master still hasn’t emerged from seclusion...”
Over the years, her anxiety had grown increasingly palpable.
Huang Yan, who noticed this every time, was filled with concern. He sent a comforting voice transmission, but Second Senior Sister shook her head bitterly.
“How can I not be anxious? Eldest Senior Brother disappeared after sending word that he was going to the former Brilliant Heaven—no news since.”
“Second Senior Brother has been at Ghost Emperor Mountain for years. Though his aura remains, he cannot be awakened...”
“Junior Brother has completely vanished without a trace—his whereabouts unknown, his life uncertain...”
Huang Yan fell silent. Just as he was about to speak, his expression suddenly changed drastically as he looked up—
Ads by PubFutureThe heavens were transforming!
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A world-shaking roar echoed across all of Wanggu—a thunderclap that would resonate through eternity—as the sky shattered. The sound brought with it an overwhelming force that crashed down upon the land like a collapsing mountain.
The heavens were breaking.
At this moment, every living being who looked up could clearly see countless violet-black lightning bolts spreading across the sky like spiderwebs, tearing through the void!
From every fissure seeped thick, turbid blood that rained upon the mortal world.
Simultaneously, the crisp sound of something snapping pierced through the clouds following the deafening roar.
To all races of Wanggu, this sound was the tolling of a funeral bell!
The curtain of sword energy that had protected Wanggu for twenty-seven years now collapsed, transforming into billions of burning strands that fell toward the earth.
This wind had weight—and carried with it the power of the holy lands beyond the heavens.
Not the power of a Ruler, but of a Quasi Immortal!
Moreover, a peak Quasi Immortal!
Even more terrifying was that this power contained a wisp of Ordinance might!
Though insignificant compared to the full majesty of the Sword Holding Great Emperor’s Ordinance at its peak, now... with the emperor long fallen and his sword energy completely diminished, this trace of Ordinance from beyond the heavens was enough to shake all of Wanggu!
This Ordinance was of Stone!
Thus empowered, the shattered sword energy became like countless flaming meteors, transforming the world.
The earth trembled, pockmarked and ravaged as if torn apart by a giant’s hands.
The land was crumbling!
In Fenghai County, vast areas collapsed as mountain ranges fractured.
In Nanhuang Continent, the Phoenix Forbidden burned, flames shooting into the sky and turning the heavens into crimson glass.
From the Forbidden Sea came the mournful cries of deep-sea leviathans as the frozen waters instantly shattered, then boiled away, revealing ancient altars unseen for countless years.
The prayers inlaid with coral, pearls, and bones melted into toxic foam that corroded fleeing sea tribes. Those too slow were reduced to ash by the extraterrestrial force.
The Moon Offering Region, too, underwent shocking changes.
The human imperial capital fared no better—the entire city warped like melting wax, black ooze seeping from every building’s cracks.
If this were all, it might have been bearable. But then, a calm voice echoed from beyond the heavens, heralding even greater calamity:
“Some Heavenly Daos should not exist.”
With these words, the Heavenly Daos of Wanggu manifested in the sky.
They wailed in fury as they fell—
These Heavenly Daos, refined by Wanggu’s first cultivators to protect their world, now trailed flames as they plummeted to earth.
All except the most primordial were stripped of their authority!
Their forms varied—dragon-shaped spirits, humanoid heroes, and alien figures—but in this instant, they all mutated into monsters of rotting flesh.
As they fell, they shed foul blood that corroded the land into honeycombs.
Among them was a gigantic, decaying infant, crying out as it uncontrollably tumbled toward Fenghai County.
The apocalypse had arrived.
The world was tearing itself apart, and all living things were but dust upon its skin.
The natural barriers that once divided the territories of various races now became fissures of doom.
The winds from beyond the heavens rushed through the broken sky, carrying the primordial chaos of creation—colder and heavier than ever, as if urging all life to inscribe their epitaphs.
Above, amidst the churning chaos, the holy lands slowly revealed themselves.
Within them stood figures gazing coldly at this continent on the brink of annihilation.
Under their gaze, all races of Wanggu trembled—
Just as they had twenty-seven years ago!
At this critical juncture, as calamity descended, a resounding horn blast echoed from the human imperial capital.
Twenty-seven years of preparation erupted at this moment!
In Fenghai County, formations composed of cultivators lit up, creating luminous figures that soared into the sky.
In the Moon Offering Region, the Moon Rebel Hall rotated as countless rebel cultivators charged forth, led by Old Ninth with the Crown Prince and others unleashing their full power.
Ads by PubFutureThe myriad races did the same.
In the Dark Bone Race, armies of skeletal warriors raised rusted bone blades, their eye sockets flickering with soulfire.
Their patriarch, standing at the forefront, touched the cracks between his ribs and suddenly laughed—a sound like grinding bones, filled with madness and ferocity.
“Shall our tribute be our own bones?”
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In the Sky Node Clan’s central nest, the Mother slowly wrapped her tentacles around her head.
The divination results she longed for were like the last glimmers of light, unable to penetrate her dark nest.
She had been ready to accept death, but the unwillingness in her heart—
Made her suddenly raise her head and scream at the heavens!
At her cry, all nests exploded as swarms of her clansmen surged skyward.
...
The Totem Spirit Race’s totems had fallen, their calamity had come—yet their patriarch grinned wildly.
Raising his broken scepter, he howled at the sky. Though his voice lacked its former boldness, filled only with endless sorrow and despair, there was also... defiance!
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All races were the same!
When death was certain, even the most cowardly would find their blood boiling.
If they could take a few enemies with them, at least they would feel—
Their deaths were worth it!
And humans were never lacking in courage!
Now, the Parting Summer Empress’s decree resounded through the capital as the entire region’s grand formations activated instantly.
Their light spread rapidly, connecting with formations from other regions while various regional artifacts rose into the sky!
An ancient ship vast as a county soared with world-ending power.
A simple bronze sword emitted blade energy that shattered the void.
A mysterious fragment of wood transformed into a towering ancient tree, weaving toward the heavens.
All regional artifacts erupted simultaneously.
Human race was no exception—
Numerous Suns of Dawn flew toward the sky with dazzling radiance.
The final battle had begun!
From afar, countless cultivators, endless formations, and numerous regional artifacts converged into a torrent charging toward the holy lands above!
Yet at this moment, a hoarse voice echoed from the holy lands:
“Yi Yanzi.”
A figure emerged from among the holy lands—
The same peak Quasi Immortal who had empowered the sword wind earlier!
He was not human but of the Stone Tribe, his mountainous form stepping across the void to appear before all holy lands.
Standing in the sky, he calmly surveyed the land below and raised his stone hand.
Then pressed down!
As his palm descended, peak Quasi Immortal cultivation erupted from his body, shaking heaven and earth as clouds recoiled.
A terrifying pressure descended upon Wanggu.
Even the Empress trembled, barely able to stand.
If She fared thus, other cultivators fared worse.
Even gods in their respective regions observed this scene with grave expressions.
A peak Quasi Immortal was equivalent to a peak Divine Platform cultivator—
Unstoppable for current Wanggu!
Thus, with this palm strike, all regional artifacts turned to stone mid-flight, their power nullified.
The formation lights across the land were instantly extinguished.
Cultivators from every race found their cultivation bases in chaos, rendered powerless.
Possessing Ordinance meant absolute superiority—even if only a wisp.
Coupled with his cultivation, he was already a legend to Wanggu.
Even among holy land Quasi Immortals, he stood alone as the only peak existence.
His mere action was enough to drown all races in despair.
“Fragile.”
Yi Yanzi shook his head mid-air.
A wind blew past, carrying what seemed to be the Sword Holding Great Emperor’s sigh from years ago—
A sigh for Wanggu’s weakness.
A sigh for fate’s cruelty.
A sigh most of all for the powerlessness he had felt before death.
To Wanggu, the holy lands... were invincible!
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