Chapter 742: San Feng Divine Altar (8,000, End-of-Month Request for Monthly Votes)

"This Spirit Puppet has no spiritual energy at all—how can its physical strength be so terrifying!"

"Top-grade Divine Weapon! This Spirit Puppet's body is already comparable to a Top-grade Divine Weapon!" Seeing that the five Sovereigns had still suffered losses, a powerful cultivator cried out.

"But how come this Spirit Puppet can't fly?" Someone found it incomprehensible, seeing Xing Tian fall from the sky after throwing a punch—Spirit Puppets should at least be able to control Spiritual Energy to fly.

Controlling Spiritual Energy to fly isn't the most basic skill?

Of course, no one gave it deep thought—after all, this ancient Spirit Puppet had been sealed for who knew how long; who could possibly know what it was truly capable of, let alone imagine that this headless puppet wasn't even a product of the Great Thousand World, and thus couldn't control Spiritual Energy.

"Suppress him with your Sovereign Form, then rush into the second layer!"

Lu Ming roared loudly, showing no intention to retreat—he stepped forward, his figure instantly appearing above the heavens, where behind him a thousand-zhang-wide vortex of Spiritual Energy coalesced; Spiritual Energy from a thousand li around surged wildly, finally forming behind Lu Ming the Sovereign a colossal shadow nearly three thousand zhang tall, standing almost between heaven and earth.

That shadow stood between heaven and earth, its head crowned with massive deer antlers; with every breath, gales howled and clouds swirled, an indescribably terrifying power radiating from the thousand-zhang giant, causing heaven and earth to moan and tremble.

"It's Lu Ming's Sovereign Form—the Great Deer! Though it doesn't rank among the top hundred, the power unleashed by its antlers is surely comparable to those in the top hundred!"

As Lu Ming activated his Sovereign Form, spirals of Spiritual Energy coalesced, transforming into dozens of colossal shadows roughly a thousand zhang tall.

Some Sovereign Forms blazed with flames, appearing from afar like lava titans descending from the sky.

Others were towering golden shadows a thousand zhang high, their forms forged of gold, crowned with imperial diadems, radiating imperial authority across the land.

Some were dark, shadowy giants wreathed in black mist like sea giant pythons, their icy chill lowering the Infernal Heat of heaven and earth.

Others were unremarkable, merely cloaked in Spiritual Energy, hidden within the ocean of Spiritual Energy.

Seeing five colossal Sovereign Forms, each a thousand zhang tall, suddenly appear in the sky and seize control of Spiritual Energy across a thousand li, the cultivators within the Heavenly Tomb couldn't help but gasp in shock, their hearts filled with awe.

Standing before these Sovereign Forms, they felt like ants—without a doubt, if any of those Sovereign Forms reached out a hand, all of them would be doomed.

Below the Sovereign, all are ants!

"This is the unique power of the Great Thousand World—the Sovereign Form resembles the Dou Emperor's Body, yet is fundamentally different," Xiao Yan thought, not fearing at all—his eyes even gleamed with excitement, for he too possessed a Sovereign Form; though it still lacked the Cycle Six Leaf Grass to be fully completed, Xiao Yan had a feeling that if this Dou Form were finished, it would shock the Great Thousand World.

After all, it was the lost Original Form.

The Great Thousand World indeed had reason to be proud—even after achieving Spiritual Energy assimilation, the Dou Saints of the Dou Qi Continent could not match the Sovereigns of the Great Thousand World; the Sovereign Form was one such gap!

At this moment, the five colossal shadows above simultaneously struck—giant hands radiating terrifying Spiritual Energy surged downward toward Xing Tian below, Spiritual Light surging wildly; those five giant palms paid no heed to the cultivators searching for treasures within the Heavenly Tomb.

"Aaaah!!"

"Lord of the Domain, don't!!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!! All five palms slammed down at once—the entire Heavenly Tomb shook violently; the combined force shattered everything within ten li, blood sprayed, corpses littered the ground.

To the Sovereigns, these people were no more than ants—not worth their attention.

Seeing the overwhelming power of the five Sovereign Forms above, Xiao Yan merely smiled faintly and murmured: "If it had been a few days ago, you might have had a slight chance to break into the second layer."

Those capable of transforming Spiritual Energy couldn't possibly be limited to just Xiao Yan and a few others—Xing Tian also possessed consciousness, and as a Puppet, it felt no pain; transforming Spiritual Energy could be done far more brutally.

A hum—suddenly, space twisted; the five Sovereign Form arms were twisted like wet towels by terrifying spatial forces. In that instant, a bizarre scene appeared: where each Sovereign Form's palm had been, a distorted, void-like black hole now opened.

"This is a Spatial Tear!!"

"Heavens, that's a power only an Eight-Star Sovereign can wield!" Elder cultivators who recognized it screamed.

"A Six-Grade Sovereign-level Spirit Puppet!"

In the instant space twisted, the five Sovereigns had no time to react—the torn space opened like an invincible maw, swallowing all five giant hands whole; they tried to withdraw, but were powerless.

A hiss—in the next instant, the severed space collapsed, the black hole imploded.

"No!"

Only now did Lu Ming and the others feel pain, only now did they realize fear—but by the time space was torn, they had already lost any chance to counterattack.

In that instant, the five Sovereign Form hands were utterly destroyed; Lu Ming and the other four Sovereigns roared in agony—but by the time they understood, it was already too late.

When Lu Ming and the other four realized the horror of this Ruins was beyond their grasp and tried to flee, it was already too late—the headless Xing Tian now traversed Space, standing silently behind them.

At first, Xing Tian had only been at the peak of Four-Grade Sovereign power, for back then it could rely only on its own hardened body, unable to control spatial forces as it did on the Dou Qi Continent, unable to harness Heavenly Earth Spirit Qi, and even unable to fly.

But that was a few days ago—Xiao Yan had kept Xing Tian at the passage between the first and second layers precisely to let it rapidly complete the transformation of Spiritual Energy, converting its internal Dou Qi into Spiritual Energy.

Xing Tian's body originally possessed strength comparable to a Star Eight peak Dou Emperor; though it couldn't perfectly replicate that power upon entering the higher-dimensional Great Thousand World, it certainly couldn't be reduced to only Four-Grade.

Even now, Xing Tian hadn't fully converted its Dou Qi into Spiritual Energy, but it was already comparable to a Six-Grade Sovereign—its raw physical strength alone could tear open Space.

At this moment, Xing Tian resembled a legendary ancient war god: though headless, it used its nipples as eyes and its navel as a mouth; a deafening Spiritual Soul voice boomed from its abdomen: "Those who intrude upon the Heavenly Tomb—die!!"

Boom—a spatial explosion—Xing Tian stomped upon Space, its body shooting forward like a beam of light, straight toward the nearest Li Huang.

Xing Tian's full-speed burst was far too swift for ordinary Sovereigns to perceive; by the time Li Huang sensed danger, it was already his final moment!

Xing Tian's right fist twisted Space and slammed toward the golden Sovereign Form—its punch was terrifyingly immense!

With just one punch, the golden Sovereign Form shattered instantly, dissolving into a storm of Spiritual Light; Li Huang within the Form had his face obliterated by the punch, brains splattered everywhere.

One punch—killed a Sovereign!

A hiss—the Lord of the Imperial Domain, who had dominated a domain, lost his head, his spiritual core destroyed; his corpse plummeted rapidly from a thousand meters above.

Xing Tian turned to face the remaining four Sovereigns; though it had no head, all four Sovereigns now felt as if pierced by a pair of blood-red eyes.

"Run!!"

"Split up!!"

Lu Ming and the others had no will to fight—Five-Grade Sovereign was the dividing line! If Xing Tian couldn't control spatial power, they might still have dared to be bold; but now that Xing Tian wielded power comparable to a Six-Grade Sovereign, who dared challenge him?

Seeing the four Sovereigns scatter in flight, neither Xiao Yan nor Xing Tian had the slightest intention of letting them escape.

Come when you please, leave when you please? Do you think this is a public toilet?

Xing Tian tore open his hands—space within a hundred li froze solid, imprisoning the four fleeing Sovereigns.

Boom! Boom! Boom!! One per second, Xing Tian traversed Space; whether protected by a Low-grade Divine Weapon or shielded by defensive Divine Arts, all defenses crumbled like paper before absolute power—nothing could withstand Xing Tian's punch.

"No no!!" Lu Ming screamed, watching his minor Divine Art fail to block it—his final sight was the descending fist.

Boom—five explosions in total; five headless corpses. Of all the Four Domains of the Western Realm and the Two Major Sects, only six Sovereigns existed—five now perished!

Finally, Lu Ming's dying scream echoed through the meteor crater, filled with unbearable regret.

Such an outcome was unimaginable to countless others—these were Sovereigns, overlords—and yet they died so miserably, with no value at all.

At this moment, everyone who had been enthusiastically exploring the first level of the Heavenly Tomb was terrified into collapsing to the ground; some even urinated themselves. If the Supreme could be slain in an instant, they were less than ants!

Everyone heard Xing Tian's words: "Whoever intrudes upon the Heavenly Tomb shall die!"

This is not a Secret Realm—it is a tomb, the tomb of intruders!

Yet, the matter was far from over.

Boom—boom—boom!!! The heavens and earth shook, then came the crash of collapsing land. Outside the meteor crater, boundless territory suddenly split into countless fissures. Mountains crumbled, rivers snapped, and in an instant, the world beyond the Heavenly Tomb resembled the end of the world.

"What's happening? Is this ruin about to explode!" Having been terrified by Xing Tian and thinking they were about to die, the crowd snapped back to their senses, all filled with horror.

"No, this is… this is a Spirit Array!" As vast stretches of land seemed to sink, someone who sensed something murmured.

"It's time to act!" At this moment, from the deepest darkness of the heavens, a voice rang out.

Boom! Suddenly, the heavens split open. From above, an invincible Spiritual Pressure slammed downward, instantly crushing the airspace above the Heavenly Tomb—as if a true god had torn the sky and descended to destroy the Heavenly Tomb.

A colossal light array appeared above the Heavenly Tomb's sky. This array was so vast it rivaled the Refining Heaven Ancient Formation, and it was entirely embedded within Space—impossible for outsiders to detect.

"This is… a Sealing Array?" Xiao Yan, on the third level of the Heavenly Tomb, also sensed it, his heart trembling slightly. Though Xiao Yan was not an expert in Sealing Arrays, he understood some—he had combined Sealing Array techniques into his Alchemy.

So Xiao Yan quickly realized the problem: this so-called Spirit Array differed greatly from the Sealing Arrays he knew.

Within the massive Spirit Array, two figures appeared—naturally, Xin Xiangyang, the Lord of the Xin Region, and the boy named Zhu Ye. This enormous Spirit Array had been arranged by the boy, Zhu Ye.

"Three-Feng Altar, suppress!" The boy sat cross-legged within the array, his palm pressing downward toward Xing Tian.

Boom! At that moment, the colossal Spirit Array transformed into a Celestial Altar, appearing above the Heavenly Tomb. This Altar was profoundly mysterious, as if capable of suppressing both Spiritual Energy and Space.

As the massive Celestial Altar descended, the surrounding Spiritual Energy was sealed, unusable; Space itself was locked, escape impossible.

Roar—roar—roar!!! Facing the Celestial Altar descending from heaven, Xing Tian roared in fury, stomped Space, and pushed his palms upward toward the heavens.

Boom—boom—boom! Continuous explosions echoed as the Celestial Altar unleashed endless might, like a giant foot stamping down. Crash—crash—crash! Even though Xing Tian possessed the power of a Six-Grade Supreme, his body unbreakably hard, he still could not resist the divine might descending from the Altar—he was steadily crushed downward from the sky.

Thud! Xing Tian's feet stood firm on the ground of the Heavenly Tomb, not easily subdued. He bent his legs, raised his hands high, assuming a posture as if lifting the heavens.

Seeing Xing Tian still holding out, even the boy showed a flicker of surprise, shaking his head: "My Three-Feng Altar Spirit Array is among the pinnacle of High-Grade Earth-Class Spirit Arrays. Even a peak Six-Grade Supreme would be suppressed. You are merely a Spirit Puppet."

The boy changed his hand seals; his Spiritual Energy surged again. His strength far surpassed that of any Lord.

At this moment, even countless cultivators who had fled far from the Heavenly Tomb were crushed by the Spirit Array's might, prostrated on the ground, utterly unable to resist its invincible force.

This Spirit Array was too vast, too invincible. As it descended, even the ground of the Heavenly Tomb—a Secret Realm forged by a Dou Emperor, having endured countless blows—began cracking in layers!

Boom! Finally, the Celestial Altar slammed heavily onto the land of the Heavenly Tomb, instantly crushing and pulverizing ten thousand li of earth. Xing Tian was buried beneath the Altar.

"Who is this Spirit Array Grandmaster beside Lord Xin Xiangyang? I've never heard of him!"

"My heavens! He suppressed that invincible Spirit Puppet!"

"Are we saved?"

Seeing Xing Tian suppressed, Xin Xiangyang's face lit up with ecstatic joy. He had deliberately waited until now to act, hoping to reap the benefits of others' labor—but he never expected the Spirit Puppet to be so powerful, slaughtering Lu Ming and the others!

Now, the Supreme Secret Treasury was all his!

As Xin Xiangyang prepared to rush toward the second-level passage, Zhu Ye beside him blocked him. His gaze blazed with sharpness as he said sternly: "You've watched long enough. It's time to show yourself."

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