Chapter 1809: All Living Beings Annihilated

Of course it's not good—everyone here is not good!

At such a life-or-death moment, why does Island Master He still have the leisure to inquire after him? Wan Qi Liang, displeased, patted Luo Xie on the shoulder: "Our lord is asking you a question!"

"My grandfather died. Later, Yu Village..." Luo Xie said gloomily, "Only the three of us in the whole village were stuck in the rock crevice and survived."

He Lingchuan understood: Miao Zhantian had killed four immortals, implicating the people of Yu Village.

When Gao Ta of Ban Qiu was just built, Luo Xie had mobilized the entire village to relocate. This decision was very wise, but alas, the range of the immortal-demon battle was too vast; when Miao Zhantian activated the spacetime rift, the people of Yu Village had not yet fled five li, and in an instant they became sacrifices.

He Lingchuan could only pat his shoulder and say, "My condolences."

Zhu Xiuer then sent a mental message: "His life is very hard—even the spacetime rift couldn't kill him."

It also rejoiced that it had withdrawn early from the Ban Qiu battlefield; otherwise, facing the spacetime rift, it too would have been hard-pressed to escape death.

In this regard, He Lingchuan had saved its life.

Before a thought could fully turn, the great door before them suddenly slammed shut with a bang.

In an instant, one could not see five fingers ahead.

But it was only an instant; soon the lamps on the stone wall lit up automatically, and again it was brightly lit.

When the crowd looked again, they clearly saw only a thick natural stone wall—where was the door? Two disciples stepped forward and touched it; huh, not even a crack on the stone wall.

By now, even the dullest person understood: Qian Huan had used supreme divine power to rescue them from the threat of Divine Fire Heavenly Fall, transferring them to this unknown space.

And at the very instant those two great doors closed, the gate tower and gate guardian beast also vanished together.

The cliff face was bare and empty—besides withered vines, old trees, and hard rock, there was nothing.

Elder Liu picked up his brush and sketched on the stone wall, and somehow drew a sand table.

This sand table was covered by a transparent light shield; inside, the mountains, rivers, and terrain were lifelike, exactly as He Lingchuan had seen in the Phantom Realm's Literary Brilliance Pavilion. The townspeople, no larger than sesame seeds, ran to and fro in the sand table. The only difference was that more than ten dazzling light points fell from the heavenly canopy, now hurtling toward the ground.

He Lingchuan glanced and knew at once: this sand table simulated the real-time situation of Silver Pearl Island in this realm.

He also found the position of the Heavenly Palace troops in the sand table—namely, on the high ground north of Kidney Lake.

They had not built a lighthouse, but the troops were still enveloped by golden light.

Elder Liu frowned tightly, for the enemy's barrier formation was no longer the True Eye, but a giant lotus platform.

Had Miao Zhantian changed his divine power?

He Lingchuan noticed that when the great fireball passed through the floating clouds and thick mist in the sky, the latter would faintly glow blue.

Although the clouds and mist were immediately vaporized by the high temperature, the fireball seemed also to be cooled—the fierce white light turned blood-red, indicating the temperature had actually dropped. He Lingchuan even saw a fireball shrink in volume, revealing its true form:

"An iron ball?"

A huge iron ball, overall very smooth, but its surface still had dents and patterns.

How should one describe this appearance? Dong Rui blurted out: "Like a peach!"

Zhu Xiuer corrected: "Not a peach, but a lotus seed!"

It saw clearly—no matter how large the lump, it was a lotus seed, not a peach.

Elder Liu also stared fixedly at the sand table, his brows nearly knotting: "It's actually the secret technique of Zang Xi True Lord—how is this possible?!"

Miao Zhantian's manifested body could actually unleash a divine technique consuming enormous energy? The situation seemed graver than he, or even his master, had imagined.

Zhu Xiuer also sent a rapid mental transmission to He Lingchuan and the others: "The clouds in the sky seem to be Qian Huan's divine technique, meant to reduce the fireball's power."

Qian Huan True Person certainly would not sit and wait for the enemy's wide-range attack; at this moment he had to find a way to defuse it.

Interception was impossible—only reduction of its power was feasible, and He Lingchuan felt the approach was correct.

But who knew that suddenly on the fireball there flashed a purple-gold dual-colored light, so swift that He Lingchuan thought he was hallucinating, yet the fireball suddenly flared with ferocious flames and expanded again.

No one could see it, but Miao Zhantian, layered in protection by the Heavenly Palace troops, had his lotus lamp in his bosom flash with light.

Thus the fireball plunging from the sky not only renewed its dazzling white light, but even its flight speed doubled! Without doubt, Qian Huan's attempt to weaken it had failed; at this moment the fireball restored its original power and speed.

After two breaths, "Heavenly Fire" descended.

At the moment of impact with the ground, the strong light generated by the explosion—even when reflected in the sand table—made everyone turn away and close their eyes, unable to look directly.

Incomparable, more toxic than the noon sun by a thousandfold.

The first meteorite precisely struck the cliff, not only leveling it outright but even causing a huge mushroom cloud to rise here! The second shattered a mountain peak five li away, then came the third, fourth... all pouring down on Silver Pearl Island.

Up to the fifteenth meteorite, fifteen mushroom clouds had risen on Silver Pearl Island! He Lingchuan gazed at the scene in the sand table, his heart shocked.

Each impact of Divine Fire Heavenly Fall, to Silver Pearl Island, was an earth-shaking, mountain-moving event. With the impact point as center, the shockwave rushed outward in all directions with great speed, especially when conducted onto the sea surface, where that ring after ring of circular push-waves were especially evident, until they basically dissipated at the end of the overturned sea.

After the first two meteorites landed, wherever the shockwave passed, surface buildings were crushed like rotting wood. The towns and villages on the sand table looked like scattered building blocks, instantly collapsing in disarray.

The ghost civilians and ghost soldiers on the ground could not even withstand the first two rounds of shockwaves before being shaken into smoke and dispersion.

Hundreds of thousands of ghost troops instantly turned into illusions.

In the later meteorite impacts, He Lingchuan could even see from the sand table the displacement of the island's tectonic plates; some places split open into unfathomably large chasms, with red magma gurgling up.

At a glance, he saw six or seven villages suddenly swallowed by earth fissures that appeared out of nowhere, crushed by suddenly uplifted land, and even the Sunwheel City at the center of Silver Pearl Island was cut into a "thirty"-character shape by several suddenly emerged deep gullies.

Smoke and dust filled everywhere; not knowing where a gust of wild wind had sprung up, it temporarily blew away the gray smoke above the cliff.

He Lingchuan personally witnessed that so majestic a mountain range had vanished, leaving in its place a huge pit, fifteen zhang deep; the other side of the range collapsed downward, and countless broken walls and tiles rustled down into the abyss.

After just fifteen strikes of Divine Fire Heavenly Fall, the entire topography of Silver Pearl Island was completely transformed—no intact building remained.

Then came the sixteenth descent.

Because it was the sole conjoined lotus seed in the lamp, this meteorite's volume was double that of the previous ones, and during its tumbling there flashed purple light.

Earlier, Stone Dragon Mountain Range had already endured three meteorite strikes, and thus the range had cracked.

And this final meteorite, in mid-air, spontaneously disintegrated, splitting into two meteorites of equal size, one before the other, separated by three li, precisely wedging into the fissure like a key, triggering in the depths of the earth an explosion both intensely fierce and deeply muffled.

He Lingchuan saw from the sand table that the fissure was forcibly widened, and the entire land east of Stone Dragon Mountain Range had shifted seaward by a full five li! Though the Phantom Sect team hiding in the unknown space could not see outside, their space also trembled as if in a twelve-magnitude earthquake, with tremendous and continuous rumbling that deafened the ears, countless rocks rustling down, bouncing nonstop beside people's feet.

The crowd turned pale with fright, having imagined the meteorite impact force to be great, but not expecting such power; if they were still outside now, it would be ten deaths and no life.

On the sand table, even the Heavenly Palace troops were affected by the tremors.

The crowd then saw that before the heavenly fire struck the ground, some great power had summoned a huge stone bowl, inverting the several hundred Heavenly Palace troops onto the ground—aside from the lotus barrier, Bai Ziqi also worried, urging to add several more layers of insurance.

But after the last meteorite struck, the stone bowl covering the frontline troops cracked with a pop, splitting into two pieces.

The immortal treasures were all smashed to pieces.

Although Miao Zhantian and the four heavenly demons simultaneously opened barriers, and several ritual implements were ruined, some soldiers still died from the shockwaves.

Even with powerful beings protecting both armies, it was like this—how many living beings on the whole island must have died? After these sixteen strikes of heavenly fire, two to three hundred thousand ghost citizens on Silver Pearl Island were nearly wiped out.

The scene of the apocalypse was roughly like this.

"Heavenly Fire Meteor!" Witnessing Miao Zhantian's method, Elder Liu also turned ashen-faced, "Indeed, this is the signature ability of Lord Cangxi, Heavenly Fire Meteor!"

He Lingchuan and the others also gazed solemnly at the sand table. This place should have been a world controlled solely by Qianhuan, but Miao Zhantian's sixteen great divine powers nearly turned it into drifting continental plates.

"Earlier, one spacetime rift was opened, and now another Heavenly Fire Meteor!" Zhu Xiuer also exclaimed in admiration, "How many more trump cards does Miao Zhantian have!"

These all exceed the limits of immortal methods; each strike is a great forbidden technique, requiring astonishing energy support.

The elders of the Phantom Sect can move mountains and fill seas in the Phantom Realm, not by their own true abilities, but by borrowing the power of the Immortal Venerable Qianhuan; yet Miao Zhantian, standing under the rules of this realm, can still unleash such a grand move—clearly, his divine power is immense.

He has not even seen Qianhuan's face, yet he has already unleashed two great divine powers. Even Zhu Xiuer dares not imagine how many killing techniques this great heavenly demon still possesses!

Above immortals, the gap is vast indeed.

And the top three among the Virtuous and True Gods truly live up to their name—each time they strike in anger, it is heaven collapsing and earth splitting! Wan Qi Liang puzzled: "With such a grand move, why wasn't it unleashed earlier in the Phantom Realm?"

"It consumes too much energy." Zhu Xiuer stared intently at the sand table, "Furthermore, His earlier choice to release a spacetime rift was intended to kill all five Phantom Sect immortals in one go. Don't look at the effect of these sixteen Heavenly Meteor strikes causing heaven to collapse and earth to split—but they are mainly large-area damage, making it difficult to directly kill immortals like us."

"And, Miao Zhantian is now using Lord Cangxi's signature divine ability—it should not be merely to exterminate the ghost soldiers swarming the mountains and fields."

Although the ghost army is numerous and troublesome, Zhu Xiuer has always believed they are not worth Miao Zhantian expending such great effort.

Nowadays, the Virtuous and True Gods are all seasoned veterans of countless battles; Miao Zhantian must have deeper considerations.