Chapter 1317: The Holy Land Descends

Nanhuangzhou, deep within the Phoenix Forbidden Zone.

With a resonant cry that shook heaven and earth, the figure of the Phoenix shot forth, spreading its wings across the firmament, stirring the heavenly winds.

Its massive form, radiating intense pressure, surged directly toward the harbor of the Seven Blood Eyes.

In an instant, it hovered above the Seven Blood Eyes, circling.

On the back of the Phoenix, Xu Qing's second senior sister wore an expression of deep anxiety, gazing toward the sect master's secluded cultivation chamber.

"The sect master has not yet emerged from seclusion..."

Over these years, her anxiety has only grown.

Huang Yan has seen this every time, and each time he feels only concern.

At this moment, he sent a sound transmission to soothe her.

But the second senior sister shook her head bitterly.

"How could I not be anxious... the eldest senior brother vanished, and before leaving, he sent a message saying he had gone to the former Imperial Heaven realm, and since then, there has been no word."

"The second senior brother has been at Ghost Emperor Mountain for many years; though his aura remains, he cannot be awakened..."

"The youngest junior brother has completely disappeared, his whereabouts unknown, and now his life or death is uncertain..."

"Now, on the Seventh Peak of the Seven Blood Eyes, only I remain here, but the holy land's catastrophe is about to descend, and the sect master... I had already sensed his intent to die."

Huang Yan fell silent, about to speak after a long pause, but in the next instant, his expression suddenly changed drastically as he jerked his head up.

The firmament, transformed!

A sound that shook the entire Eastern Wanggu continent erupted like heavenly thunder, becoming an eternal roar that shattered the firmament, forming a tidal wave of force that descended upon the entire Eastern Wanggu continent with devastating fury!

Heaven collapsed.

At this moment, all beings who lifted their heads to gaze upon the firmament, no matter where they were, could clearly see countless purplish-black thunderbolts, like a spiderweb, rapidly spreading across the heavens!

Wherever they passed, they tore through the void!

And each crack visibly oozed thick, turbid blood, which rained down upon the world.

At the same time, there came the sharp sound of breaking, penetrating the cloud layers after the earth-shaking roar that echoed across Eastern Wanggu.

This sound, in the hearts of all the myriad races of Eastern Wanggu, rang the funeral bell!

The sword qi curtain that had protected Eastern Wanggu for twenty-seven years now collapsed, transforming into countless strands of burning wind that fell to the earth.

This wind carried weight, and more importantly, it contained power from the holy land beyond the heavens.

That power was not that of a sovereign, but of a quasi-immortal!

And it was at the peak of quasi-immortality!

Even more terrifying, within this power lay a trace of sovereign might!

Though slight, it could not compare to the sovereign sword intent once contained in the sword qi at its peak, but now... the Sword Emperor has long perished, and his sword qi has utterly decayed.

Thus, for Eastern Wanggu, this trace of sovereign might displayed by the power from beyond the heavens is enough to shock all!

This sovereign might is stone!

Therefore, under the influence of this sovereign might, those shattered sword qi became like countless flaming meteors, causing heaven and earth to undergo a complete transformation of color.

The earth roared, riddled with thousands of holes, like cloth torn apart by a giant.

The earth shattered!

In Feng Haijun, vast tracts of land sank, and mountain ranges broke apart.

In Nanhuangzhou, the Phoenix Forbidden Zone burned, flames shooting straight to the heavens, scorching the hundred-thousand-zhang-high sky into crimson glazed glass.

Toward the Forbidden Sea came the mournful cries of deep-sea giants.

The frozen seawater instantly shattered, then boiled and evaporated, revealing ancient altars on the seabed unseen for countless years—those inscriptions inlaid with coral, pearls, or bones now melting into toxic foam that corroded the fleeing sea clans.

Some who fled too slowly were, under the sweeping force of the power from beyond the heavens, corroded into flying ash.

The Moon-Worshiping Great Domain also underwent a startling transformation.

The human imperial capital was no exception.

Inside and outside the imperial capital, it was as if molten wax twisted and distorted, the entire city steaming with green smoke, and every building within oozed foul black water from its cracks.

If it were only this, it would be bad enough, but in the next instant, as a calm voice from beyond the heavens echoed... an even greater transformation descended.

"Some heavenly ways should not exist!"

As these words were spoken, in the firmament of Eastern Wanggu, heavenly ways appeared one after another.

They wailed in sorrow, burned with anger, and fell...

These heavenly ways, refined by the first cultivators of Eastern Wanggu to protect the realm, now dragged flames as they smashed toward the ground.

Aside from the most primordial few, all other ranks were continuously stripped away!

And these heavenly ways varied in form—some were dragon-shaped spirits, some were humanoid heroes, some were of alien races—but in this instant, they all transformed into monsters composed of rotting flesh.

As they fell, they shed foul-smelling blood rain, corrupting the land in all directions into a honeycombed state.

Within it also contained a gigantic infant, his entire body rotted, weeping and shouting something, his body uncontrollably falling toward the direction of Feng Haijun.

The catastrophe has arrived.

Heaven and earth are tearing themselves apart into fragments, and all things are but dust clinging to skinsacks.

The heavenly peril barriers that once divided the territories of the myriad races have now become the fissures of the apocalypse.

Moreover, the wind from beyond the heavens, pouring through the shattered firmament into the world, carries the savage aura of primordial chaos, yet it is colder and heavier than ever before, as if urging all living beings to quickly write their own epitaphs.

As for the firmament above, amidst the churning chaos, holy lands gradually emerged into view.

Within them could be seen figures, coldly gazing upon this continent about to return to stillness.

The myriad beings, under this gaze, felt their hearts tremble.

Just as it was twenty-seven years ago!

And at this critical moment, as the catastrophe fell, within the imperial capital of the human race, a stirring horn call rang out.

Twenty-seven years of preparation, at this moment, erupted within the horn's blast!

Within Feng Haijun, formations composed of cultivators shone one after another, forming luminous figures that rose into the sky.

On the Sacrifice Moon Continent, the Reverse Moon Palace turned, and countless Reverse Moon cultivators surged forth in unison.

Leading them was Old Nine, and beside him, Mingnan Shizi and others simultaneously unleashed their respective powers.

The myriad races were the same.

Within the Netherbone Tribe, bone soldiers stood in formation; tens of millions of white bone warriors wielded rust-marked bone blades, their eye sockets flickering with alternating bright and dim soul fire.

The tribe's chieftain stood at the forefront, touching the crack in his ribs, and suddenly he laughed—a sound like grinding broken bones, filled with madness and ferocity.

"Our tribe's tribute—is it our own bones?"

……

Within the Heavenly Knot Tribe, at the central mother nest, the insect mother's tendrils slowly coiled around her own skull.

The divination result she longed for was like the last glimmer of light, unable to penetrate the darkness of her insect nest, so she chose to abandon it.

Having prepared to feel the approaching death, but the unwillingness in her heart……

made her suddenly lift her head toward the heavens and let out a cry.

Beneath this cry, all mother nests exploded open, and groups of their cultivators surged skyward.

……

And the Turing Tribe, their totem fallen, their catastrophe arrived, yet their tribe chieftain merely cracked a grin.

Raising his broken scepter, he let out a deranged howl toward the sky; though his voice lacked its former grandeur, holding only endless sorrow and despair, it also carried……unyielding resolve!

……

All myriad races were thus!

Since death was destined, even the most timid tribe would burn with its bloodiness.

After all, if the slaughter before death could take a few enemies, at least one would feel……

Even if dead, it would be worth it!

And the human race's bloodiness was even more abundant!

At this moment within the imperial capital, the edict of the Summer Female Emperor echoed, and the imperial capital rumbled.

The domain-wide formation instantly lit up, and alongside the formation lights of other great domains, at this moment it spread rapidly, connecting while simultaneously, domain treasures were lifted into the sky by each tribe!

One could see the ancient vessel, comparable in size to a commandery, bearing world-destroying power, shaking heaven and earth.

One could see the seemingly simple and ancient copper sword emit a sword cry that shattered the void, soaring into the heavens.

One could see the mysterious remnant wood, unknown in origin, transform into a towering ancient tree, seeking to weave the heavenly canopy.

All domain treasures erupted.

Here among the human race, it was no exception.

Numerous Dawn Yangs, bearing radiant light, flew toward the heavenly canopy.

Launching a death battle!

From afar, countless cultivators, endless formations, and vast domain treasures, at this moment, converged into a torrent, rushing toward the sacred land above the heavenly canopy!

But just then, above the heavenly canopy, within the sacred land, a hoarse voice rang out.

"Yiyanzi."

As the voice appeared, within this multitude of sacred lands, a figure stepped forth.

Precisely the one who had previously bolstered the sword wind—the sacred land's quasi-immortal!

He was not of the human race, but of the Stone Tribe; his body was like a mountain, and at this moment, a single step crossed the void, appearing beneath the heavenly canopy, before all sacred lands.

Standing in the void, he calmly gazed upon the earth and raised his stone hand.

Pressed downward!

At the instant his palm fell, a cultivation of quasi-immortal peak erupted upon him, booming like thunder, causing heaven and earth to change color and winds and clouds to reverse.

For Eastern Wanggu, such pressure could be called terrifying, and it suddenly descended.

Under this pressure, even the Female Emperor trembled throughout her body, her stance somewhat unsteady.

If even she was thus, there is no need to speak of other cultivators.

Even the various deities, upon sensing this scene in their respective realms, all became solemn.

Quasi-immortal peak is equivalent to Divine Terrace peak.

For the current myriad races of Eastern Wanggu, resistance is impossible!

Thus, as this palm fell, all domain treasures lost their function, visibly turning to stone before the eyes.

The formation light of the earth was even more directly covered, and then……faded into darkness.

Cultivators from all tribes, moreover, instantly felt their internal cultivation surge turbulently, leaving them with no strength to resist.

To possess the Constitution is to be crushed by level; even if he had only sensed this thread.

But combined with his own cultivation, it has already become a legend of Eastern Wanggu.

Medical history within the sacred land quasi-immortals is likewise.

The sole quasi-immortal peak.

Thus, his strike is sufficient to let the despair of all tribes drown the mind.

"Fragile."

In midair, Yiyanzi shook his head.

At this moment, a wind blew past, and within that wind, it seemed to carry the sigh of the Sword-Wielding Great Emperor from years past.

The sigh was for Eastern Wanggu's frailty.

What is sighed is the helplessness toward fate.

What is sighed is even more the feeling of powerlessness that arose in the heart before death back then.

To Eastern Wanggu, the holy land……is irresistible! —

Still writing, there will be more later