Chapter 4473: The Creature 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 was drawing the vast origin toward them.

He also secretly mobilized a trace of the power of the Vast Rank.

The Vast 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 still able to mobilize a trace of its power.

With such abundant vast origin, supplemented by the power of the Vast Rank.

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 World.

The fluctuations from that near-god-level great tomb grew increasingly violent.

Various strange phenomena manifested.

Drawing attention from all directions.

Many prodigies waited with bated breath for that great tomb to open.

After all, the inheritance of a near-god-level powerhouse was still extremely enticing.

It was precisely because of this that those tokens previously gushing forth from the depths of the great tomb — namely, the ancient bronze tablets.

Were also fiercely contested, sparking many great battles.

In a certain place in the Primordial World.

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 prodigies came from a major clan ranked in the top ten among the Vast Hundred Great Clans.

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 prodigies 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 bones.

One prodigy glanced back, saw that mass of black clouds, and his eyes held unprecedented horror.

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

They naturally refused, and a group of prodigies besieged it together.

But the result was, they were miserably slaughtered!

That's right, not defeated, not swept aside, but with absolutely no power to resist, slaughtered!

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

Were also absolutely not mediocre characters.

Yet facing that creature in the black mist, they actually had absolutely no power to resist.

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

And just at this moment.

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 at a prodigy with swift speed.

That prodigy desperately resisted, the power of laws 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, came a creepy crunching sound.

As if chewing on something.

Seeing this, the remaining prodigies felt their hair stand on end, a supreme chill surging 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 prodigy.

That prodigy'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, that creature in the black mist clung to them like a gangrene attached to the bone, following close behind.

One prodigy after another was hunted down.

In the end, only one remained.

His face was deathly pale, filled with panic.

At this 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 need this, do you? I'll give it to you anyway!"

This heavenly pride trembled as he produced the bronze ancient tablet he had obtained.

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

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

But in the next instant, the black mist partially dissipated, revealing the figure within.

Upon seeing it, this 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, a muffled sound came from within the black mist, like numerous beast roars, demonic tones overlapping.

"Indeed, the aura on this 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 mean being unable to reach the deepest parts.

So they could still drink a sip of broth.

Meanwhile.

On Jun Xiaoyao's side.

With his help.

The strength of the Cloud clan members increased enormously.

For example, Yun Huaxin and Yun Moxuan.

They themselves were evildoers cultivating in the Cloud clan's ancestral realm, and their realm had already reached the second level of the Emperor Realm long ago.

And after so much time of cultivation.

Adding to 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 Huaxin and Yun Moxuan also began to break through their realm.

They faced the Emperor Tribulation.

Finally, without the slightest suspense, 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 vast and grand.

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

They too had condensed the Vast True Seed within their bodies.

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

However, Jun Xiaoyao took the entire Primordial Creation Stele.

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

"Young Master, we..."

Yun Moxuan and others faced Jun Xiaoyao, clasped their hands, and were about to bow down.

Because they were indeed extremely grateful to Jun Xiaoyao.

If it weren't 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, what they compete for is 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 being like this, are you being too distant? Don't you treat me as one of your own?"

"Absolutely not." Yun Moxuan 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, holding tender affection.