Chapter 201: Dark Turmoil
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Protagonist:
Jiang Xuan
"The Xianlu is about to appear, and will truly manifest in the present day!"
"The Tianmen swings wide open, the Xian Yu is approaching, the ultimate passage long desired will soon connect the two realms!"
Ancient mysterious prophecies spread between heaven and earth, the sounds of the ceremony shocked all directions, the momentum was grand, the sound waves were captivating, making the star domains tremble on the brink of danger.
Fortunately, Beidou, this place of life, was extremely solid.
It benefited from the protection of the Emperor Array, and was also suppressed by many Ancient Supremes, remaining safe and sound.
Without these protections and suppressions, it would surely turn into dust like many stars in the Outer Regions, dissipating in the universe.
On this day, the light of the Beidou Star Domain shone brilliantly straight up to Jiu Xiao, but it itself was as firm as a rock, showing no sign of destruction.
At this time, the entire Beidou Star Domain trembled, and many strong cultivators had made final preparations.
People did not go to the Ancient Forbidden Land, but flew toward the sky, fleeing to the Outer Regions. Only because they knew that the Ancient Supremes might soon take action, and they must make way for them.
Countless cultivators surged toward nearby star domains, fleeing as far as they could, quietly waiting for the arrival of the crucial moment.
"Boom—!"
The stars shook violently, and between heaven and earth, auspicious colors flashed brilliantly, like a dreamlike wonder.
"The Immortal Gate has begun!"
Countless cultivators were shocked; since ten thousand households ago, everyone's ultimate dream was about to be realized in this moment?
Are there immortals in the world?
"Crack!"
Accompanied by crackling sounds, faint phantoms appeared, standing in the deep great rift, existing eternally in the chaos, majestic and spectacular.
Could it be the architecture of the Xian Yu? It was truly grand to the extreme, appearing through the barrier of the world, only its vague outline could be seen.
"Boom—!"
With a loud rumble, the great rift suddenly split open!
Fragments flew out, wrapped in Immortal Runes, carrying immortal greatness.
In a trance, people heard the clear cry of an immortal phoenix, and through a narrow crack, saw a lush and verdant Fairyland.
But in an instant, dark clouds surged, covering everything again, and all scenes were blocked on the other side.
"The Xian Lu has appeared, today!"
Inside the Life Forbidden Zone, a Master of the Forbidden Zone roared, the Void rippled layer by layer, and Space Cracks spread like spider webs.
"Crack!"
The earth shook and mountains trembled; the Xian Lu shot out dazzling light, sand, dust, bones, and debris shot out together, then were ground into powder; right at the center, the Primordial Qi was disturbed, revealing a majestic building.
Not built of bricks and stones, but purely forged by the Laws of Heaven and Earth; many Quasi-Emperors and a sect patriarch standing aside would tremble, unable to approach at all.
Except for some old cultivators too heavily injured to move, countless other cultivators fled for their lives, not daring to stay.
The Xian Lu has appeared!
The right timing, the right place, awaited by all living beings!
"After waiting for countless eons, dawn finally appears!"
There was a sigh from an Ancient Supreme, his voice hoarse, filled with endless vicissitudes and sorrow.
The wheel of years rolled on; how many great ambitions were worn away, how many heroic souls dissipated in waiting, before this glimmer of opportunity was awaited.
"Dong..."
A great bell rang loudly, as if from the time when the cosmos was first opened, shaking Qian Kun upside down and yin and yang into chaos.
A single Immortal Light, like a comet piercing the sun, slashed through the depth of the universe, rushing straight toward the crack in the Xian Lu; wherever it passed, Time collapsed and Laws shattered.
Instantly, beneath the vast sea of Ximo, an ancient stele burst out of the ground; the stele inscriptions flashed, shooting out hundreds of millions of rays of light, like the Curtain of the Heavens descending, crushing the Dadi into powder. However, in the blink of an eye, the ancient stele vanished into the Void, leaving only endless chaos and astonishment.
"This is a heaven-sent opportunity; just as the Immortal Gate is about to open, rushing straight into the sky!"
An Ancient Emperor roared to the sky; the sound waves swept across the heavens like a tsunami, the stars trembled, and the Star River stopped flowing.
Lights shot into the sky from the forbidden lands of all domains; the auras of Ancient Emperors and Great Emperors resurrected, like volcanoes erupting, about to burn this heaven and earth thoroughly.
The Tribulation of the Immortal Vault, Supremes descend to the world!
Heaven and earth changed; the bell of the chaotic age rang; the prosperity of this world appeared suddenly amidst the great calamity!
Under rolling thunder, Laws were chaotic, like dragons dancing wildly; heaven and earth trembled, as if about to collapse in panic.
Life Forbidden Zone; Immortal Sounds lingered, playing the final chapter of the end times. Dharma Forms were majestic, their might overawing the Mortal World; giant figures towered, spanning the Outer Regions; each one was like a Primordial Universe when the cosmos first opened, condensing the Great Dao Truth, majestic and awe-inspiring, none dared to look up.
Ancient Supremes resurrected, awakening from slumber of the Past Ages; to repair the shattered Dao Fruit, they spared no cost, devoted all their efforts, only seeking to restore their former peak Combat Power, pointing their swords at the Xian Yu, determined to obtain it.
This path was perilous; every step trod on the edge of Life and Death; at any moment, they could be reduced to ashes.
And once unsealed and sublimated, they would be like an arrow off the string, unable to return; the seals of their past bitter cultivation would also shatter; they had to stake everything—success meant a smooth Xian Lu, failure meant never recovering from ten thousand calamities.
One after another, towering figures surged out of the Life Forbidden Zone; their auras were vast like the Star River pouring backward, shaking the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
These existences all possessed the dignity of emperors and the might of Emperor Lords; each was earth-shattering, moving ghosts and gods to tears.
The appearance of Ancient Emperors and Emperors caused stars across the heavens to shine simultaneously; brilliant light tore through the long night of the Past Ages; the whole world was shocked, and the Eight Wastelands trembled.
Emperors gathered; Qian Kun shook!
Shocking! Terrifying!
Countless cultivators in the world were astonished and terrified; for a while, silence reigned, only the sound of gasping breaths, as the biting cold wind cut through the death-like silence.
Great Emperors are the most powerful and revered existences in the world, always few in number. In the past, they followed the rule that no two could meet; this was an unchanging law since ancient times.
Yet in this current era, eleven Great Emperor-level powerhouses actually appeared in the world at the same time.
Such a scene was like the beginning of Pangu's Axe, or chaos descending once more, far exceeding the understanding of mortals. Countless cultivators felt their scalps go numb, their hearts and souls trembling.
Even though the eleven Ancient Emperors and Great Emperors restrained their divine power fluctuations, their majesty was like towering mountains and deep abyssal seas.
Standing silently, the world was like a great bell about to be struck, the universe like a lonely boat drifting in surging waves, its situation perilous.
The mysterious qi was stern and solemn, penetrating every corner of the world, reaching the most secluded places of the universe. Wherever it went, starlight dimmed, and the order of the world fell out of balance.
The strange phenomena of this era violated natural laws; they had never happened from ancient times to the present, and would be hard to reappear in the future.
Immortal Path Final Battle, Star Array Shines the World!
Through the long ages, the river of years flowed silently in endless waiting and anticipation, until this moment, when all longing and desire burst forth like a breached sea, surging and roaring, transforming into power that shook the world.
The world had become a furnace of doom, blazing flames devouring all things in the world. Before this terrifying power, the eternal laws of the universe were like fragile ants, turning to nothing one after another, while terrifying mysterious qi spread across the wilderness.
Boundless and vast!
Like a sharp blade, it ruthlessly pierced through the river of history, reaching straight to the end of the future. Qian Kun was immersed in a solemn silence, and the boundless universe trembled with it.
The universe star river was no longer tranquil; they trembled under the deterrence of this powerful force, seeming to sense that a calamity capable of overturning the order of the universe was coming soon.
Northern Dipper Great Land.
The five great continents of Central State, Beiyuan, Nanling, Ximo, and Donghuang simultaneously burst forth with dazzling radiance. Five sacred altars rose from the ground, their light interweaving, and under the drive of mysterious force, they gradually merged and evolved into an enormous array.
This array was like the heart of the universe, slowly turning, drawing in the vast energy of the universe star river.
Countless dazzling beams of light were drawn from all directions, converging at a single point, like a newborn sun. Its majesty was as if Shang Cang had personally arrived, looking down upon all living beings.
Countless cultivators witnessed this shocking spectacle, their hearts filled with awe and terror, unable to help but feel deep doubt about the origin of the North Dipper Star Domain.
Incomprehensible, absurd!
Was this a game of chess carefully laid out by an Immortal at the beginning of the Northern Dipper Great Land's creation?
Or was it a stage prepared by a Supreme for this prosperous era today?
The mystery behind it was profound and mysterious, far exceeding the understanding of the world's people.
"Heaven's timing is right, and we have the advantage of the land. The Immortal Gate has opened. We must advance courageously, step into the Xian Yu, and attain the Great Dao!"
A resurrected Ancient Emperor's gaze seemed about to burn the Heavenly Vault.
The power of the Ancient Emperor and Emperor Law surged and roared, all poured into the mysterious and unfathomable Xianlu.
Eleven Supremes acted together. Such a grand event could be called a spectacle never seen since Pangu's Axe, like the brightest starlight shining in the long sky of history.
"Boom—!"
Deafening boom sounds, like the earth-shaking sound, the whole world trembling.
"Kill!"
Figures were decisive and tragic. The emperors explored secrets, the traces of the Immortal Path were mysterious!
In the mortal world, an unprecedented strange scene suddenly appeared.
Eleven Great Emperors stood side by side, their figures like towering mountains, steady and resolute, like Tai Gu Shen Shan.
Like a world-shaking roar when chaos first opened, in an instant, the world lost its color, and all realms trembled violently because of it, as if unable to bear its might.
Majestic aura, like thousands of angry waves surging from the vast sea, endless, surging and galloping.
What is divine might like a prison? This is divine might like a prison!
Earth-shaking sound!
Enough to make all heroes and valiant figures of ancient and modern times bow their heads, none daring to contend with them.
Deep within the Immortal Path Great Rift, various laws intertwined and coiled, chaotic and crisscrossing, like a net of world destruction that could cover all living beings.
That place was extremely dangerous. Even a Quasi-Emperor, if slightly careless and touched by not a bit, would be instantly crushed by the power of endless laws, turned into nothingness.
Even if a Great Emperor personally arrived, they would not dare the slightest negligence, and must respond with twelve ten-thousandths of careful caution.
This path to immortality was by no means the broad road imagined by the world, but a deadly land of thorns at every step and dangerous shoals everywhere. The fatal crises hidden within were like countless poisoned blades in the dark night; a slight mistake would mean eternal doom.
The Outer Regions realms had long been shrouded in heavy silence. Countless cultivators kept their lips tightly shut, daring not to make a sound. The taut strings in their hearts seemed stretched to the limit, everyone feeling uneasy.
Time passed slowly, but no news came from the Immortal Path Great Rift. The surrounding worlds seemed to maintain their former appearance, with no significant changes.
Only the Immortal Path Great Rift, like a primordial beast with its own will, slowly extended and spread into the Outer Regions. The terrifying aura it emitted grew stronger and heavier, like gloom covering the sun, plunging the entire universe into an oppressive and solemn atmosphere, as if doomsday was approaching and all living beings could not escape calamity.
Countless cultivators secretly pondered: Did the emperors go to attain the Dao and longevity, or to suffer defeat and sink into the sand? Could the Supreme powerhouses who revived from ancient times and returned to the world truly cross countless obstacles, step into the Xian Yu, and achieve the supreme position of the Immortal Class?
The Outer Regions were like being ignited by fierce fire, bustling and clamorous. The emotions long suppressed by countless cultivators burst forth like a breached flood, impossible to restrain.
After the long wait of the past ages, would it finally come to an end today?
Did those Supremes revived since ancient times successfully break through obstacles and step into the longed-for Xian Yu, with everything ending so quietly?
"Succeeded?!" This thought crazily sprouted in the hearts of countless cultivators. Many were certain this must be a sign of success.
Before the mighty power of so many Supremes joining hands, even the most difficult and dangerous obstacles were nothing but fragile earthen chickens and clay dogs. How could they stop their firm steps forward?
"Wrong, too quiet!"
Someone saw the clue.
This so-called "success" seemed to lack something crucially important. It was too quiet, too silent, completely lacking the magnificent waves and mighty grandeur that should accompany the moment of becoming an immortal.
In the beautiful fantasies in people's hearts, an Immortal's ascension should be accompanied by sky-filling rosy clouds, ten thousand auspicious qi around them, and a scene both auspicious and shocking to the heart, only then could it truly touch the depths of the soul and earn the world's endless longing, awe, and reverence.
"Did they truly succeed? Could it be that we have always been wrong, and this life is the legendary prosperous era of immortal fate?!"
Within the Taichu Ancient Mine, someone muttered to themselves. Their breath grew heavy, and a powerful force within their body was reviving and awakening, striving to climb to the Peak Realm. He wanted to use his own power to explore the truth behind it.
In addition, within the Shen Xu, someone let out a low roar, like a great bell, shaking Qian Kun, and the whole world swayed with it.
At this sudden moment, the vast Primordial Universe suddenly trembled. Immediately after, wisp after wisp of immortal qi slowly overflowed between heaven and earth.
Immortal qi was ethereal and mysterious, exuding an unfathomable aura, causing everyone who witnessed it to tremble in their hearts, sensing that something world-shocking was about to happen.
"Boom!"
With a thunderous boom, the apocalyptic thunderclap struck—the place where the Xian Lu lay suddenly exploded, and endless Transformation Light surged and burned, its radiance scorching and dazzling beyond compare, as if the entire universe were being utterly destroyed, chilling to the bone.
"No... it's fake... the scheme of the Past Ages..."
From within the Xian Lu came the wild roars of the Supremes, their grief and anger intertwined, their howls filled with despair and unwillingness, echoing between Heaven and Earth for a long time without fading.
Countless cultivators heard this sound and were instantly horrified, a chill rising from the soles of their feet straight to their minds.
Just what terrifying truth could cause so many Supremes who dominated Heaven and Earth and were awe-inspiring to let out such shrill cries?
Even the existences in the Life Forbidden Zones, always mysterious and inscrutable, high and lofty, now held their breath like cold cicadas, not daring to make a sound.
"Boom—!"
Another thunderous boom sounded, as if adding more terror and suspense to this unfathomable situation, the entire world shrouded in a blanket of unknown fear, awaiting the final revelation.
The Xian Gate exploded open once more, and several figures stumbled out.
They were precisely the Sovereign Strong who had emerged from the Forbidden Zones earlier; now, each had a sorrowful and tragic countenance, their bodies drenched in blood, and they were actually stained with Transformation Power that even Great Emperors would fear.
"Bang!"
With a dull thud, a Supreme's body suddenly exploded, like a brilliant star shattering, turning into endless light rain.
The light rain, like sharp blades, tore through the Void, drifting toward the depths of the boundless universe, then quickly dimmed, finally vanishing from sight.
Soon after, another Supreme's body collapsed and disintegrated, his divine weapon exploding along with it; amidst the roaring sound, it mourned the fall of its master.
An Ancient Emperor of one generation thus came to an end, his glory no more, leaving only endless desolation and deathly silence.
Dead!
Who could have expected that even Sovereign Strong could not escape this tribulation!
The eleven Supremes who had just stepped into the Immortal Gate, in the blink of an eye, only six remained; the vanished lives like meteors streaking across the night sky left shock and panic spreading in the hearts of countless cultivators, adding more awe and fear toward the cruelty and unfathomability of this Xian Lu.
The Longevity Heavenly Venerable, an Ancient Supreme who once dominated ancient and modern times and awed the myriad heavens, was now in a sorry state.
His body drenched in blood, his form mangled almost beyond recognition as human, having just crawled out of a mountain of corpses and sea of blood, his gruesome state was shocking; he was but a step away from Body and Spirit Both Destroyed—such heavy injuries inflicted upon a Supreme were truly beyond imagination.
"Looking down upon the myriad heavens and Past Ages, how could I fall just like this?"
Even after suffering such calamity, he still found Vitality beneath the Scythe of the God of Death, tenaciously surviving.
The Heavenly Venerable who created the Zhe Character Secret could stand undefeated in the Long River of Time through countless years, immortal through countless Tribulation Numbers, truly possessing something extraordinary.
The Longevity Heavenly Venerable—though his blood and qi were no longer vigorous, he burned tenaciously like a Life Flame in the wind, striving to repair his shattered body and heal his severe Dao Injury.
Every thread of blood and qi circulation seemed to speak of his intense desire for survival and unyielding will.
"Hum"
At this moment, a strange light tremor resounded through Heaven and Earth. The brilliant and radiant Sun Star suddenly extinguished, like a giant suddenly falling.
Immediately, streams of majestic and pure primordial qi surged forward like a raging tide, precisely entering the Longevity Heavenly Venerable's body, becoming the key aid for his repair and healing.
Countless cultivators in the Outer Regions were all deeply shaken.
The extinguishing of the Sun Star meant that the North Dipper Star Domain would henceforth fall into endless darkness, light no more, sun and moon hard to find; a starry Continent once full of Vitality and nurturing countless Legends would soon be shrouded in Darkness and the unknown, the gears of Fate quietly turning at this moment, the future full of variables and Confusion.
Another Figure appeared!
The Primeval Ancient Emperor, this Supreme who had stood at the peak of the Universe since ancient times, was now trapped in the endless nightmare of the Xian Lu.
His body was tall and majestic, once inviolable like a god, but now tightly entwined by an evil and terrifying Transformation Power.
The power was like a demonic shadow from Jiuyou Diyu, constantly eroding every inch of his flesh; wherever it reached, flesh withered and bones cracked.
His face twisted in agony, his eyes wide open, bloodshot; in his once profound and awe-inspiring gaze, only endless Despair remained.
"Ah—"
The Primeval Ancient Emperor roared furiously to the heavens, his voice like a great bell shattering the Heavenly Vault, yet it was quickly devoured by this deathly silence.
His arms waved desperately, trying to break free from the Transformation Power that clung like a bone-eating maggot, but all was in vain.
His skin began to peel away inch by inch, turning into specks of Blood Light drifting in the air, like withered flowers in the dark Abyss.
With a bone-chilling creaking sound, his bones began to break from within; each fragment of broken bone was like a cursed divine artifact, emanating an aura of Despair. The organs within his body were as if burned by fierce fire, all Vitality extinguished.
His imperial weapon, a peerless divine weapon that had once accompanied him in war across the myriad heavens and in expanding territory, now trembled and wailed in grief amidst his master's misfortune. The runes on the Sword Body gradually dimmed, weeping for the eternal farewell soon to come.
Finally, in a blinding flash of light, the imperial weapon exploded with a boom, turning into countless metal fragments, streaking across the sky like meteors, disappearing into the endless Darkness.
And the Primeval Ancient Emperor's Primordial Spirit, once a soul-fire vast as the Star Sky and brilliant as the proud sun, was also gradually extinguished under the merciless encirclement of the Transformation Power.
It struggled and trembled, like a moth trapped in a Spider Web, futilely fluttering its last hope.
"I am unwilling..."
The Primeval Ancient Emperor's Primordial Spirit let out one last mournful cry, its voice crossing the Long River of Time, planting endless awe and desolation in the heart of every witness.
His Primordial Spirit completely dissipated, turning into a thread of Cool Breeze of nothingness, leaving only deathly silence and Darkness, proclaiming the complete fall of a Supreme.
This Heaven and Earth also mourned his departure in silence, stars dimmed, the Universe soundless, only the lingering might of the Transformation Power still cruelly Rampant.
Beside the Xian Lu of the end times, a Supreme was madly wrapped in demonic flames dark as ink. The demonic flames, once his reliance for dominating Heaven and Earth, now struggled and twisted like a trapped beast under the erosion of the Transformation Power, emitting painful whimpers.
His countenance was ferocious to the extreme, his eyes bulging from their sockets like burning blood balls, staring fixedly at the endless Transformation Light.
Every strand of hair stood straight up, each like a black steel needle stabbing toward the Void, yet mercilessly snapped and dissipated.
"Crack!"
A heaven-shaking thunderous boom—his skull was as if suddenly crushed by a pair of invisible giant hands, brain matter mixed with blood spraying upward like a fountain; under the effect of the Transformation Power, it instantly turned into Blood Mist, then evaporated into wisp after wisp of eerie qi.
His body, starting from the head, crumbled inch by inch like a collapsing Mountain. Muscles, as if corroded by strong acid, rapidly rotted and fell away, revealing the grim white bones within.
The bones too could not escape; under the gnawing of the Transformation Power, they became brittle and fell scattered, like a rain of ghastly white bones.
His Primordial Spirit, originally a vast and boundless, profound and mysterious soul entity, under the encirclement of the Transformation Power, was compressed into a small ball of light emitting a faint radiance.
Within the ball of light, this Supreme's soul imprint flashed madly, trying to break free from the Constraint, but was tightly bound by chains woven from strands of Transformation Power.
"I am a Supreme of Heaven and Earth, how could I fall just like this!"
His soul let out a final furious roar, the sound waves sweeping across the entire Xian Lu like a tsunami, shaking the Space into countless cracks.
However, as a blinding flash of light passed, his soul ball of light was finally completely crushed, turning into nothingness.
This shocking scene caused Heaven and Earth to lose color, the stars to tremble, and the entire universe to mourn the passing of a Supreme; the lingering terrifying aura did not dissipate for a long time, plunging every witness into endless fear and awe.
"Immortal Lord of Longevity, you have your day too—get out here and fight!"
A roar like an Ancient Ferocious Beast breaking free from its seal erupted from beneath the Ancient Forbidden Land, surging out like a raging tide of thunder.
Wherever the sound waves reached, the Void trembled, as if unable to withstand its might, rippling with layers of distorted ripples.
In an instant, a brilliant golden light like a dawn tearing through darkness shot out violently from the depths of the forbidden land.
It was actually a giant covered head to toe in golden fur.
The giant was burly and massive, every muscle seeming to contain the greatness of Pangu's Axe; as he moved, they bulged and tensed, like gold and iron flowing beneath his skin.
His eyes were like two golden suns, within which leapt roaring flames of anger, wanting to burn to ashes all injustice and evil in this World.
Beneath his tightly furrowed brow, a pair of eyes locked firmly onto the Immortal Lord of Longevity in the distance, his gaze filled with hatred and resolve.
Suddenly, he streaked across the sky like a golden meteor, his sandpot-sized fist wrapped in howling wind, carrying power enough to shatter stars, as he slammed ferociously toward the Immortal Lord of Longevity.
This punch seemed to condense countless years of his grievances and unyielding spirit; wherever the fist wind passed, space was forcibly squeezed into a black passage, as if Time itself had to make way for it.
"It's him—the Great Accomplished Holy Body."
"Yes, he was once the master of the Ancient Forbidden Land, later occupied by the Desolate One; I never expected he actually didn't die!"
Among the crowd, a knowledgeable old man was the first to recognize the newcomer, his voice filled with barely concealed surprise and shock.
Looking back to those years, the fame of the first Great Accomplished Holy Body once shook the Myriad Realms; his legends were like brilliant stars, embedded in the heart of every cultivator.
However, the river of Years flowed mercilessly; he gradually disappeared into the mist of history, replaced by later generations.
Who could have expected that at this critical moment of life and death concerning the opening of the Xian Lu, he would reappear in this World like a phoenix reborn from fire, and return in such a powerful and domineering posture, issuing a world-shaking challenge to the Immortal Lord of Longevity the moment he appeared.
The sudden change left countless cultivators present speechless, with stormy waves surging in their hearts.
Except for the Immortal Lord of Longevity, the other five surviving Supremes stood like five ancient statues on the Xian Lu, lonely and resolute.
Their Figures appeared somewhat disheveled amidst the brilliant yet deadly Transformation Light, their clothes tattered, their bodies covered in bloodstains.
But even so, the immense pressure and unyielding emperor's aura emanating from them remained like towering Shen Shan, immovable.
Complex and mysterious Law power surrounded them; the light of these Laws sometimes bright, sometimes dim, as if engaged in a silent and cruel tug-of-war with the surging Transformation Power.
Every Supreme's face was filled with unwillingness and obsession.
The invincible Existence that once made Heaven and Earth tremble and All Living Beings worship was now trapped at the edge of death, struggling desperately.
Their gazes revealed a strong desire for survival and endless yearning for the supreme Immortal Position.
In their hearts, they were the Rulers of Heaven and Earth, the controllers of Fate; how could they be willing to be easily swallowed by this Transformation Power and fall halfway on this path to immortality?
They were like drowning people clutching the last straw of hope, relying on their deep Foundation and tenacious will, gritting their teeth to persist in this desperate situation, never giving up easily.
Their slightly trembling bodies were not from fear, but from a final struggle against the power of death.
Every tremor was a silent roar toward this cruel fate: "We are the Supremes of Heaven and Earth; how could we fall just like this!"
"Why do I feel that the greatest upheaval of the Past Ages has not yet ended; these Supremes..."
An old Great Sage with a weathered face and deep gaze said with a slightly trembling voice.
His gaze was fixed on the Supremes struggling to hold on on the Xian Lu; he could see through the endless Transformation Light to the deeper secrets hidden behind.
Before he finished speaking, he seemed to suddenly realize something; his expression changed drastically, he quickly closed his mouth like facing a great enemy, his eyes filled with terror and unease, bean-sized sweat beads rolled down his Forehead, and his body trembled involuntarily.
"Go, leave this place!"
A quasi-emperor-level powerhouse could no longer endure this fear like a thorn in his back. He felt a chill rush straight from his spine to his Mind, and all the hair on his body stood on end.
Under this extreme terror, he made a quick decision, exerted all his strength, and the power within him surged wildly like a raging tide.
He waved both hands violently; the space before him instantly twisted and deformed, revealing a bottomless dark Space Crack.
Without hesitation, he leaped into it, his whole person sinking into the crack and vanishing without a trace in an instant.
His fleeing was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, triggering a chain reaction; some people around him followed suit one after another. For a while, light flashed in this Heaven and Earth, Space Cracks appeared one after another, and countless cultivators rushed to flee this dangerous place.
"Clang!"
A tremendous sound like divine artifacts colliding when chaos first opened shook the universe. The duel between the Great Accomplished Holy Body and the Immortal Lord of Longevity was like the collision of two giant stars, brilliant and heart-stopping.
The Great Accomplished Holy Body's peerless fist, like a golden blazing sun, carrying power enough to destroy stars, slammed fiercely onto the Immortal Sword of Longevity in the Immortal Lord of Longevity's hand.
Where fist and sword met, endless radiance burst forth; the light was like countless extremely sharp blades spreading outward, and wherever it reached, the Universe shook.
The stars flickered uncertainly, like children startled by this power; space rippled in layers, like a fragile silk that could be torn at any moment.
"Why aren't you leaving yet? Do you want to become someone else's food?!" The Great Accomplished Holy Body roared in anger, his sound waves sweeping out like a raging tsunami.
The voice contained immense power, actually shaking the Void of the Outer Regions until it cracked, forming spiderweb-like fissures. This power was not only a warning to the onlookers around him, but also a bit of spare strength he drew from his fierce battle with the Immortal Lord of Longevity, showing how powerful and domineering he was.
Countless cultivators, upon hearing these words, were even more terrified out of their wits; those who had been hesitating and watching now no longer cared about anything, fleeing desperately toward the distance, hating that they had not grown a few more legs.
The angry roar was like a Devil's roar breaking free from the depths of Jiuyou Purgatory, carrying world-destroying pressure, sweeping across the Heavenly Vault outside like a surging black tide.
In an instant, an unprecedented atmosphere of terror, like thick gloom, weighed heavily on everyone's Mind.
Countless cultivators felt a chill coming from the depths of their Souls, like ice snakes rushing wildly up their spines, instantly freezing the blood in their entire bodies.
Every inch of Skin was tense from extreme fear, as if in the next moment they would be torn apart by invisible hands of fear.
In the minds of countless cultivators, various terrifying images instantly filled them.
They saw the scroll of the apocalypse slowly unfolding before their eyes: stars like fragile Glass fell one after another, turning into burning rain of fire; space like rotten paper was easily torn, revealing the endless dark Abyss;
Once glorious civilizations were destroyed in an instant, turning into dust and ruins.
This fear of the unknown and powerful destructive force made their hearts be tightly gripped by an invisible giant hand; their breathing was rapid and difficult, every gasp like struggling with the God of Death for thin air.
"Flee! Flee quickly!"
No one knew who first let out this desperate cry, instantly breaking the suffocating silence. The crowd was like a powder keg ignited, exploding in a boom, turning into countless panicked Lu Guang, running wildly for their lives in all directions.
On the formation platform, light suddenly burst forth like a blazing sun; the brilliant Radiance seemed to want to pierce through the dark Universe completely.
Runes like spiritual flood dragons shuttled and wandered in the light, interweaving mysterious and complex patterns.
The Domain Gate slowly opened; at first just a narrow gap, but dazzling light shot out like sharp swords, accompanied by a powerful suction, wanting to swallow all things in the World into it.
With a "Boom—" of thunderous sound, the Domain Gate gradually expanded, its massive door frame like the gaping maw of an ancient beast, exuding a gloomy, cold, and profound aura, connecting to an unknown yet hope-filled other world.
Various formation arrays also revived one after another; they were like awakened ancient beasts, emitting dull, low moans.
The light within the formation arrays rose and fell in succession, resonating with each other; some were like soaring pillars of light, some like rotating wheels of light, some like spreading nets of light.
As runes flickered, they released powerful energy fluctuations, opening one temporary safe passage after another for this life-and-death great escape.
The heroes each displayed their divine abilities; their figures were swift as lightning, tracing dazzling trajectories across the starry sky.
Some rode magic treasures, speeding like brilliant stars; some cast space secret arts, leaping and shuttling through the Void; some borrowed the power of powerful divine beasts, crossing star domains swift as wind and lightning.
However, under this endless shroud of fear, their gazes still could not conceal panic; they dared not have the slightest pause or slackness, for behind them soul-chasing, life-taking devils followed close.
In merely a moment, the originally bustling scene in the Outer Regions had already vanished completely, leaving only a stretch of emptiness and dead silence.
Only some aged, frail, mobility-impaired people remained; they either sat paralyzed on the ground, gazes hollow and despairing, or stood quietly in place, awaiting fate's final judgment.
The Great Accomplishment Holy Body and the Longevity Heavenly Venerate stood facing each other; between them seemed to be an invisible Mysterious Qi colliding and twisting madly.
The universe's essence Qi was ignited, crackling and popping; space also rippled layer upon layer under this powerful compressive force, as if unable to bear the burden, about to shatter.
Where gazes met, contained the universe's origin and end; pupils reflected the universe from the Chaos Light of Hongmeng's initial opening, to the splendid scene of brilliant stars and myriad things flourishing, then to the doomsday arrival, stars falling, space collapsing, everything returning to nothingness — a terrifying scene.
Star systems were effortlessly crushed like dust; black holes wantonly devoured all matter and energy; time and space intertwined in chaos,
In the Outer Regions, not long ago still extraordinarily lively, heroes gathered, the auras of experts from all sides permeated every inch of space, magic treasures' lights reflected each other's brilliance, like a prosperous realm that never ended.
But in the blink of an eye, all this vanished completely, leaving only a stretch of bleak desolation.
The once clamorous planets now silent; only a few twilight-qi, weathered old cultivators remained, their gazes hollow and despairing, looking at this suddenly strange and terrifying world, bodies trembling slightly, unknown if from fear or the erosion of years.
The Stone Emperor, this once awe-inspiring existence, now bathed in blood all over, black armor also damaged beyond repair, yet still could not conceal his tall, majestic figure, like a black great mountain rising from the dark abyss; merely standing there, he released a suffocating pressure.
He tightly gripped the Heavenly Desolation Halberd; runes on the halberd shaft flickered, as if chanting past glory and present tragedy.
The Stone Emperor slightly raised his head, gaze cold and hollow, as if everything in the world had nothing to do with him anymore.
"Useless, what difference does a moment earlier or later make? Even fleeing to the Universe Wasteland is useless!"
Grim, icy cold!
The voice echoed in the silent space, like tolling despair's funeral bell, making every listener's heart sink into the endless dark abyss, never again a shred of hope or longing for the future.
"This is a feast; Ancient Supremes emerge, everything will be rewritten — that is the Dark Era spoken of in the world, and this time will be the largest in history!"
The icy voice seemed to come from the Jiuyou Hell, carrying endless chill and determination, echoing in every corner of the universe.
"I don't want to die yet; borrowing your life essence for a use, to delay the expansion trend of the cracks on my Immortal Platform!"
A Supreme spoke indifferently; voice held not a shred of pity or guilt, only an ultimate yearning for survival, even if this yearning cost countless living beings' lives.
Aside from the Longevity Heavenly Venerate currently confronting the Great Accomplishment Holy Body, the other five Supremes all had stern, cold expressions; they were like ancient evil demon gods, standing quietly in place, yet releasing pressure enough to crush everything.
Their bodies seemed built from endless darkness and Law power, indestructible, yet also like demon walls spanning between heaven and earth; where they passed, the Primordial Universe's space was squeezed into twisted deformation, emitting pained wails, about to thoroughly collapse in the next moment.
These ruthless words, like surging black storms, rapidly swept across the universe's Eight Wastelands.
Every syllable was like a sharp Scythe of Death, mercilessly tearing at people's souls.
Countless people only felt their soul depths pierced deep by an irresistible terrifying force; whole bodies' blood instantly froze; chill from head top straight through soles, deep into bone marrow; every bone wrapped in bone-piercing cold Qi; bodies involuntarily trembling violently.
Too terrifying!
The remaining few Ancient Supremes actually intend to launch history's most terrifying Dark Turmoil!
This means countless lives will wither in an instant; prosperous star worlds will be shrouded in warfire and death's shadow; light and hope will be thoroughly buried.
The universe's order will be thoroughly overturned, falling into endless chaos and darkness; all living beings can only struggle and wail in this desperate abyss, awaiting unknown terrifying fate's arrival.
The Immortal Road's curtain call is not the storm's dying down, but tolling the doomsday funeral bell, drawing open the truly terrifying upheaval's bloody curtain.
It is a calamity overture surpassing imagination; history's most spine-chilling great catastrophe, like a world-destroying demon god awakened from the Ancient Times abyss, eyes splitting, gaping maw swallowing heaven and devouring earth, vowing to roll the universe's Qian Kun into endless chaotic nothingness.
This moment is merely the start of it revealing ferocious fangs; the great calamity's curtain slowly rises; death and despair's aura has already spread rapidly like miasma.
Countless cultivators' ominous premonitions, at this moment, descend like icy curses.
Originally, the greatest upheaval previously feared was not the nine-deaths-one-life yet longevity-hope-bearing Immortal Road, but the Dark Turmoil like Avici Hell reappearing.
Like a surging, unstoppable black tsunami, carrying destruction's angry torrents, once more ruthlessly scouring every speck of dust in this universe, drowning all vitality and hope in the abyss of despair.
The sages fled in panic; their figures turned into flowing light, disappearing into the universe's depths.
"Heh!"
All this before Supremes is merely futile struggle.
For those standing at the power peak, controlling life and death reincarnation, the vast universe is merely a plaything in their palm; a step crosses what is near yet far.
Even if escaping to the universe's edge, even if hiding in Void folds, as long as the soul still drifts in the world, it is like an ant trapped in a cage, nowhere to flee, inescapable from this tribulation.
"Dong!"
A dull boom, like heaven and earth's palpitation when Chaos first opened, came from the universe's depths, heavily striking every soul. It is the Dark Turmoil's life-claiming drumbeat, beat by beat, like a devil's heartbeat, playing death's rhythm, making hearts and gallbladders split, panic-stricken.
Each beat proclaims this unprecedented great calamity has quietly arrived like a ghost, about to trample the world's prosperity and peace into blood mud with overwhelming force, leaving only eternal dead silence and desolation, and endless regret and despair, echoing and wailing among this universe's ruined walls and broken ramparts...
A Supreme seemed to slowly awaken from immemorial slumber; cold light suddenly appeared in both eyes, like a cold night meteor streaking across the dead silent night sky, then slowly lifted a foot.
The seemingly casual step was like a heavy hammer ruthlessly smashing onto the universe's scales, also like an ancient beast stepping out the first step of trampling mountains and rivers.
This time, he no longer had the slightest forbearance and restraint from the Immortal Road; his whole body's strongest invincible aura, like a surging world-destroying flood, instantly swept out covering heaven and earth; where it passed, the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths were all deeply shaken, like frail children trembling in a gale.
In the vast starry sky, endless stars seemed to sense doomsday's arrival; like lives frightened into panic, they all violently trembled; brilliant starlight instantly became dim and lightless, like dying candles in wind, possibly extinguished completely by this terrifying force at any time.
At the instant the Supreme's aura spread over, the entire star domain seemed gripped tight by an invisible giant hand; space structure cracked and collapsed inch by inch like shattered glass.
Only heard an earth-shaking boom, like the Chaos rumble when the universe first opened; the Burial Emperor Star, this star carrying countless legends and mysteries, before this irresistible force, like a fragile eggshell, instantly split into four or five pieces.
Large chunks of star-body fragments splashed outward like a meteor shower, drawing piercing fire light in the dark universe, like death's fireworks, gorgeous yet despairing.
It was like an aged old man, at life's final moment emitting a pained, powerless wail,
(Chapter End)
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