Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant - Chapter 1708: 146: Like a Tide
Chapter 1708: Chapter 146: Like a Tide
The sky splits.
The sun and moon dim.
Stars fall as earth quakes and sky overturns.
A gigantic blood-red flower unfurls at the edge of Huangji Continent, a blood-red pillar crashes through the sky dome, extending deep into the shadowy and obscure Realm Sea!
Like a blood-red meteor shooting by, it illuminates the darkness that has shrouded the Outer Realm for countless years.
The sparse Chaos Origin Substance, the wandering World Eaters, and further afield, the drifting fragments of broken Dao Domains, outer meteors…
None of this can obstruct the profound obsession hidden within the blood of all beings!
The blood-red pillar silently shatters all this!
It streaks across the dark Realm Sea, like a rising blood-red smoke, beckoning wantonly towards a dangerous direction.
On a realm’s corpse not knowing the distance from the Little Cang World.
If Wang Ba were here, he would discover this realm is far larger than the Little Cang World.
Yet the ghostly realm has stopped pulsating, no longer glowing, no longer breathing the sparse Chaos Origin Substance surrounding it.
The oval heart-like realm now seems to have been ruthlessly scarred, leaving a vast and startling gash.
The blood-red pillar sweeps past here.
Illuminating this already dead realm’s corpse.
In that instant, it seems to have alarmed something.
The large gap suddenly twitches, next moment, countless shadowy figures stretch out their heads from under the gap, continuously leaping, overlapping, as the blood-red pillar illuminates them, pairs of greedy eyes stare at the pillar, flickering instantly.
And just then.
A gigantic six-fingered palm suddenly stretches out from the realm’s gap.
The surrounding figures instantly scatter screaming in all directions.
Their voices containing fear, terror, submission.
The six-fingered palm clings to the gap’s edge, as a huge humanoid figure crawls out from this desolate realm, slowly stands.
‘It’ slightly raises its head.
The blood-red light illuminates its features.
With horns on its head, a blue face and blood mouth, besides normal eyes, two additional eyes on the forehead, now all four eyes open, subtly turning to gaze in the direction of the blood-red pillar, possessing a peculiarly majestic handsomeness and wisdom that the surrounding creatures lack.
It suddenly extends a six-fingered palm.
Though an immense distance apart, at that moment, its palm seems to have transcended space-time, appearing beside the blood-red pillar.
Gently pinching.
The pillar, filled with the blood energy of all beings and Han Yanzi’s obsession, can no longer emit any light.
Simultaneously.
The humanoid figure slowly withdraws its palm.
The gigantic six-fingered hand lightly rubs a trace of blood light in its palm.
Tilted its ear, as if listening to something.
Soon, a light flashes in its eyes, it gently splits its blood mouth, revealing a joyful smile:
“To beg the reception of ‘Innate Divine Demons’, forming seal methods, sacrificing the site of a Small World?”
“That really is… too wonderful!”
It slightly raises its head, looking towards the direction from which the blood-red pillar originated.
Next moment, it lets out a deep, unintelligible sound.
A chorus of responses immediately echoes around the gap.
It then leaps out first from the realm’s corpse.
Countless figures also quickly leave the realm’s gap, following closely behind…
…
“The great calamity, at last it has come.”
Northsea Continent.
At the bottom of the Northern Ice Abyss.
Xuan Yuanzi stands with hands behind him on the gruesome dark tortoise’s head, staring distantly at the sky’s direction, he sighs quietly.
His eyes filled with a touch of deep complexity.
The great calamity, yet a great opportunity.
He trapped in this desolate North Sea for tens of thousands of years, today, seeing the sky fall and earth collapse, he finally sees a glimmer of hope for breaking free.
Though this hope isn’t the way he most wanted, even if the Little Cang World is destroyed, his years of hard work would also be for naught.
Yet this is perhaps a way to escape.
Still, in his heart, he holds a greater expectation for another possibility.
His gaze seems to pierce through countless distances, he mutters softly to himself:
“Wang Ba, let’s see if you can give me this surprise.”
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Wanxiang Sect.
Before a giant water mirror, Zhao Feng, Jiang Yi, Ji Ying, Xumi, Qu Shentong, Qi Yan, Ling Weizi, Qiu Zhongqiu, Shen Ying, Ding Chun, Guan Ao, Chijian, Liang Wuji, An Changshou… all Divinity Transformation cultivators, silently watch the grand but swiftly concluded battle on Huangji Continent.
Exchanging glances without words.
No one had anticipated that Vice Sect Master Wang and Demon Sect’s uppermost, everyone viewed as the archenemy Han Yanzi, would have such a brief and… heart-stirring confrontation.
Completely one-sided.
“What is he… now, now exactly…”
Ji Ying’s throat dry, wanting to ask something but couldn’t find the words to describe it.
Though he didn’t articulate it clearly, everyone present understood his implication.
Yet no one spoke, for they too felt the same shock and doubt.
Relatively speaking, the sky dome’s collapse within the water mirror seemed less horrifying.
Or perhaps, all had experienced that sky collapse hundreds of years ago.
The fear of the sky collapse deeply hidden in their Dao-heart, the images of predecessors sacrificing themselves to repair the heavens constantly tormenting those surviving.
Daily honing, repeated questioning.
In their hearts, they hadn’t forgotten their anticipation for another celestial downfall… then perhaps, they would make different choices.
Yet today, such a sky collapse unexpectedly descends again.
But at this moment, their hearts felt a sense of relief instead.
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