Chapter 4458: The Being in the Black Mist, the Cloud Clan Members' Strength Rises

In the time that followed, Jun Xiaoyao began to draw out the vast origin from the Primordial Creation Stele.

Distributing it among the Cloud Clan members present.

They each sat cross-legged on the spot, eyes closed in cultivation.

While Jun Xiaoyao drew the vast origin toward them.

He also secretly mobilized a wisp of the Vast Expanse Rank's power.

The Vast Expanse Rank was too special, its power too formidable.

Although it now fell under Jun Xiaoyao's control, Jun Xiaoyao had not inscribed his true name upon it.

Even so, he was able to mobilize a wisp of its power.

With such abundant vast origin, supplemented by the Vast Expanse Rank's power.

Helping the Cloud Clan members raise their strength was no great problem.

And just as Jun Xiaoyao was helping the Cloud Clan members raise their strength.

In the depths of the Primordial Realm.

The fluctuations from that Near-God-level great tomb grew increasingly violent.

Various strange phenomena manifested.

Drawing attention from all directions.

Many Heaven's Chosen waited eagerly for that great tomb to open.

After all, a Near-God-level expert's inheritance was still extremely enticing.

Precisely because of this, those tokens that had previously gushed forth from the depths of the great tomb — the ancient bronze tablets.

Were fiercely contested, sparking many great battles.

In a certain location of the Primordial Realm.

In the void, a group of figures fled at high speed.

Their faces were deathly pale, utterly bloodless, eyes revealing terror.

As if they had encountered something extremely horrifying.

This group of Heaven's Chosen came from a major clan ranked in the top ten among the Hundred Great Clans of the Vast Expanse.

Their own strength was not weak at all.

So previously, they had also seized an ancient bronze tablet.

Preparing to enter and seize opportunities once this Near-God great tomb opened.

But now, this group of Heaven's Chosen were all fleeing for their lives.

Behind them, a mass of black clouds followed close on their heels.

If one observed carefully, one would discover.

It was a mass of black mist, within which was wrapped an extremely blurry figure.

Although one could not see it clearly, it gave an inexplicably creepy feeling.

As if a single glance could make one feel a chill from the marrow of one's bones.

One Heaven's Chosen glanced back, saw that mass of black clouds, and his eyes held unprecedented horror.

Previously, the being in that black mist had suddenly sought them out, wanting to seize the ancient bronze tablet.

They naturally refused, and a group of Heaven's Chosen besieged it.

But the result was, they were miserably slaughtered!

Right, not defeated, not swept aside, but utterly without any power to resist, slaughtered!

Logically speaking, this group of theirs, not to mention being top-tier monstrous geniuses.

Were also absolutely not ordinary mediocrities.

Yet facing the being in the black mist, they actually had not the slightest power to resist.

They fundamentally did not understand just what kind of existence the being in the black mist was.

And just at this moment.

From within that hazy black mist, an arm suddenly shot out.

That arm, like a dragon claw, was covered in dragon scales, reflecting a cold metallic luster.

It directly grabbed swiftly at a Heaven's Chosen.

That Heaven's Chosen resisted desperately, nomological power surging from his body.

However, it was caught by that dragon claw in one grasp, his physical body seemingly crushed.

Then dragged back into that black mist.

Immediately after, from within that black mist, a creepy crunching sound actually rang out.

As if chewing on something.

Seeing this, the remaining Heaven's Chosen felt their hair stand on end, a surge of extreme chill rising from their hearts.

They fled even more desperately.

However, from within that black mist, an arm reached out once more.

It was a slender, pale arm, shaped like a human hand, wreathed in netherworld flames.

It directly seized another Heaven's Chosen.

That Heaven's Chosen's entire body was instantly ignited by the netherworld flames, turning to ashes amid miserable screams.

The rest, seeing this, were even more terrified, even burning their own origin, fleeing with reckless abandon.

However, the being in that black mist clung like a maggot in the bone, following close behind.

One Heaven's Chosen after another was hunted down.

In the end, only one remained.

His face was ashen, filled with panic.

At that moment, the black mist instantly shifted to appear before him.

His entire body stiffened.

He sensed the living beings within the black mist, and the faint aura they emitted.

It was absolutely not something he could contend with.

"You... you don't want this, do you? I'll give it to you!"

This heavenly pride trembled, producing the bronze ancient tablet he had obtained.

From within the black mist, a hand extended and took it.

"I, I can leave now, right?" the heavenly pride said in a trembling voice.

However, the next moment, the black mist partially dissipated, revealing the figure within.

Upon seeing this, the heavenly pride's face immediately froze rigid.

His thoughts seemed to congeal as well.

Instantly, the black mist enveloped this person.

From within came a miserable scream, and the sound of chewing flesh and blood.

Afterwards, from within the black mist came a muffled sound, like numerous beast roars, demonic tones overlapping.

"Indeed, the aura here is not simple..."

"This tomb is related to the lineage of the burial scholars."

"Perhaps there could be unexpected gains within..."

The living beings within the black mist spoke intermittently, somewhat stiffly.

Afterwards, this mass of black mist also fled into the distance.

Time passed.

The anomalies displayed by the near-divine great tomb became increasingly numerous.

Many people felt that this ancient tomb should soon emerge.

Although only a very few had obtained that bronze ancient tablet.

Yet everyone felt that entering it was still possible.

Without that token, it might merely be impossible to reach the deepest parts.

So they could still drink a sip of soup.

Meanwhile.

On Jun Xiaoyao's side.

With his help.

The strength of the Cloud Clan people increased enormously.

For example, Yun Xinhui and Yun Mo Xuan.

They were themselves evildoers cultivating in the Cloud Clan ancestral realm, and their realm had already reached the second level of the Emperor Realm early on.

And after so much time of cultivation.

Adding to that, the various opportunities and experiences in the Nine Heavens Tianhe.

Their strength had actually already reached the peak of the second level of the Emperor Realm.

Now, with the aid of Jun Xiaoyao's vast origin and vast status power.

Yun Xinhui and Yun Mo Xuan also began to break through their realm.

They welcomed the Emperor Tribulation.

Finally, without the slightest hesitation, they smoothly broke through to the third level of the Emperor Realm, their strength greatly increasing.

More importantly, they also successfully condensed the Vast True Seed.

Moreover, compared to ordinary people's Vast True Seed, theirs was more magnificent.

Furthermore, Cloud Clan heavenly prides such as Yun Hao, Yun Zixuan, and Yun Duo also made great progress.

Their bodies also condensed the Vast True Seed.

It can be said they consumed a vast amount of Vast Origin.

However, Jun Xiaoyao took the entire Primordial Creation Stele for himself.

The remaining Vast Origin was still extremely considerable, not insignificant.

"Young Master, we..."

Yun Mo Xuan and others faced Jun Xiaoyao, clasping their hands in preparation to bow down.

Because they were indeed extremely grateful to Jun Xiaoyao.

If it were not for Jun Xiaoyao, although they could still break through and condense the true seed.

It would obviously take much more time.

In the Nine Heavens Tianhe, the competition is about being a step ahead.

At least now, they also have confidence in competing for various opportunities within the immortal land.

This favor is immense.

Jun Xiaoyao raised his hand, stopping them from bowing.

"You doing this makes you seem too distant—don't you consider me one of your own?"

"Absolutely not." Yun Mo Xuan and others all shook their heads.

Yun Huaxin, Yun Zixuan, and even Yun Duo and other heavenly pride daughters of the Yun clan.

Their eyes looked toward Jun Xiaoyao, rippling with watery light, containing tender affection.