The reason for taking it out again today was because he had a sudden inspiration, thinking of so possibility.
Zhao Sheng stared at the Golden Plate for a long ti, just as the reflected face suddenly gave a strange smile, about to recite a rhythm.
At that mont, a complex three-dinsional structure suddenly erged deep in his eyes, it was the "Thunder" Tao True Text.
As soon as the Tao True Text appeared, it instantly froze the expression on the reflected face, as if it had seen sothing unimaginable.
In the next mont, the face suddenly shattered, then reappeared as a new face, mumbling an ancient rhythm, long and obscure.
"...Thunder...!"
As the chanting sound rose in the air, another overlapped and intertwined, extrely complex three-dinsional structure appeared in Zhao Sheng’s mind.
At a glance, one could find that this new "Thunder" True Text structure was very similar to the "Thunder" text Zhao Sheng comprehended, but in nodes, line directions, and countless details, there were extrely significant differences.
At the sa ti, Zhao Sheng also started to recite that ancient rhythm.
But halfway through, he was shocked to find he couldn’t continue, as the two "Thunder" texts simultaneously appeared in his mind, instantly colliding countless tis.
During the collision process, the "Thunder" text Zhao Sheng comprehended gradually absorbed the other one, and in the process of constant collapse and reconstruction, slowly shaped a brand new three-dinsional structure.
Then, a unique and mysterious rhythm sounded in Zhao Sheng’s mind, which he instantly fully understood and grasped.
At this mont, the surface of the Golden Plate suddenly rippled with a golden wave, from which a ray of invisible and intangible brilliance flew out and flashed into his body.
In the next second, Zhao Sheng felt his whole body heat up as if a spark lit up in oil, his will blazing up all at once.
The burning fire of will unexpectedly manifested in reality for the first ti, looking just like a brilliant and colorful shower of sparks.
At this mont, all the lifeforms within the Hidden Dragon Pavilion and the surrounding ten miles suddenly looked in one direction.
Humans and animals alike showed expressions of indescribable awe, all clearly sensing so indescribable terrifying presence.
"This... this is..." At this ti, Chen Dacheng, playing with his great-grandchildren in the mansion, suddenly changed his expression, looking towards the deep part of the Inner Mansion, so shocked he almost couldn’t speak.
However, the next mont, that extrely terrifying pulse suddenly vanished out of thin air, leaving Chen Dacheng confused, almost believing he had hallucinated.
...
Half a day later.
Inside the Dao Field, brightness filled the room.
Zhao Sheng sat cross-legged, using his finger as a pen, rapidly drawing dense spiral patterns on a square Jade Plate.
As ti went on, the Jade Plate was already covered with countless strange patterns, with a faint halo appearing on its surface.
When the last blank space was filled by the space-ti spiral pattern, a brand new Orbit Instrunt Jade Plate was completed.
Zhao Sheng brushed off the jade powder from his hand, placing the Jade Plate on the ground in front of him, then flipped his hand, a palm-sized, crystal-clear Pocket World Jade appeared.
He placed this jade into the Orbit Instrunt’s center, then stood tall, solemnly murmuring: "吾䭃爥䙷䁕枍...実鵼澬䬕..."
Soon, an ancient, boundless, mysterious chant resounded in the room, as ti passed, strands of pale fog gradually rose from the spiral abyss, eventually forming a barely stable "Vortex" of infinite spirals.
The center of the "Vortex" was dark and deep, but very unstable, as if it could collapse at any mont.
After reciting the last note, Zhao Sheng suddenly had an epiphany: "The number of sacrifices is insufficient, requiring more space-ti treasures as offerings."
As this thought arose, Zhao Sheng waved his long sleeve, a Pocket World Jade slipped from his sleeve, dropping into the spiral abyss, instantly shattering into a cloud of dust.
The next second, the space-ti vortex abruptly stabilized, and Zhao Sheng instinctively took a step forward, imdiately sucked into the vortex passage, his destination unknown.
......
After a whirlwind, Zhao Sheng suddenly opened his eyes, surveying his surroundings.
The sight before his eyes was red light surging across the heavens and earth, dark clouds hanging low, a doomsday scene of dust shrouding a vast volcanic landscape.
Above the celestial canopy, within the black clouds, faint blood-red exotic light flickered. Vast volcanoes erupted, with black smoke billowing from their craters, resembling colossal black pillars connecting heaven and earth, joining with the thick clouds.
Scorching crimson magma gushed from the mountain peaks, rging into mighty magma rivers wider than hundreds of feet, flowing from all directions, converging at the foot of mountains into vast magma lakes.
Mysteriously, deep within the ground, a series of imnse "rumble" sounds emanated, the land constantly surged violently, cracking open bottomless ravines, or pressing together to form new volcanoes.
At that mont, Zhao Sheng clearly saw in the unstable ground and mountains, one by one, crimson strange flood dragons shaped like worms, but with flood dragon heads and fish scales as thick as giant pythons, continuously flipped over by the rumbling earth, stretching their massive bodies madly, attempting to absorb an unknown essence in the air.
Colossal bodies tens of thousands of feet long entwined relentlessly, writhing in a fervor, yet all suddenly broke apart into countless fragnts, reforming into nurous newborn exotic beasts.
The vitality of these crimson strange flood dragons was unimaginably formidable, yet as the magma rivers flowed across the land, they were quickly seared to ashes.
What amazed him was that after the crimson strange flood dragons died, they did not dissipate completely but transford into clusters of crimson mist rising from the magma lake’s surface, quickly condensing into a variety of spiritual ore strange stones, plumting back towards the lake surface.
Among these spirit materials, Zhao Sheng recognized so very familiar ones, among which the most common were the Fire Elent Top-Grade Spirit Stones and the Five Elents Essence.
Zhao Sheng stood on the spot, looking at the extre apocalyptic scene before him, his heart overwheld with shock.
"Could this really be... the Desolate Wall Settlent?" Zhao Sheng licked his dry lips, murmuring in bewildernt.
Before he could finish his thought, a breeze-like voice suddenly sprang up from behind.
Zhao Sheng abruptly turned around, his eyes sharpening.
In mid-air, a narrow vertical slit of light suddenly appeared, the sides of the light slit rippling gently, slowly revealing a new world.
Before him was a ruin of buildings and palaces, the deeper the ruins, the more intact and luxurious the structures revealed.
The most astonishing sight was the towering Heavenly Pillars scattered throughout the ruins, looking closely, those pillars were enormous, entirely grey-white bones.
At that mont, right before Zhao Sheng was a marketplace composed of three broad streets, lined with shops, bustling with people, voices clamoring.
Every street corner and wall was populated with stalls, displaying innurable treasures and a plethora of unknown curiosities.
"What are you standing there for, co in quickly! Or I won’t serve you anymore." An impatient voice suddenly snapped Zhao Sheng out of his daze.
Zhao Sheng quickly flew across the light slit, arriving beside a tall bald man in a green robe.
"I am Bai i, how shall I address you, Taoist friend? Surely here is the most astonishing
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