Blood mist tumbled.
Behind the Scarlet Altar, it was as if a behemoth of epic proportions had erged.
Long Zixuan and Wu Dade both stepped forward, staring intently into the midst of the blood mist.
Indistinctly, the form of a massive beast took shape.
Its colossal human head, akin to a small mountain, was attached to a body like that of an enormous python, with no fewer than eighteen arms.
Suddenly, the behemoth opened its mouth and inhaled.
The endless blood mist was instantly sucked into its maw.
The torrential blood river above the White Sand Riverbed was also swallowed whole.
If one were to look down from the skies of Dingxing Realm, they would surely be shocked, for the blood river that stretched for tens of thousands of li had vanished in an instant, revealing the riverbed.
The Youming Blood River, not a drop remained.
Above the White Sand Riverbed, Wu Dade and others saw that the blood-colored mist had disappeared, and in that region, an astonishing scene was revealed.
The Heretic’s true form was several kiloters tall, appearing fierce and peculiar, with its flesh as if intermixed with rocks, covered in thick grey stone shells.
This creature, at first glance, bore resemblance to the "Strange Spirit" that Wu Dade and the others had seen, but it still possessed its own life, with thick blood vessels visible within the grey musculature.
It was not a Strange Spirit, but its aura made one’s blood run cold.
"This Heretic... a relative of the Strange Spirit?"
Wu Dade spoke, confirming that the Heretic bore the aura of the strange grey mist within its body.
Big Black Dog said:
"Pretty much, tainted by the strange grey mist, yet not deprived of life, eventually feeding on the mist... These were once beings terrifying to the utmost, but in the end, they lost themselves."
At this, Wu Dade and Long Zixuan both shuddered.
The strange grey mist was unquestionably one of the most bizarre substances they had ever seen.
Every god or Buddha in the sky, once contaminated, would be utterly destroyed, without a chance of resistance.
But the Heretic... had withstood the corruption, and even ca to regard the mist as food.
Who could possibly be so horrific?
"I sense the aroma... of a delicacy."
At this mont, the Heretic’s true form emitted a vast and hoarse voice.
This voice did not belong to humankind, nor any language of the Yang Realm, yet Big Black Dog and the others could all understand it.
At a certain level of cultivation, all languages and sounds could be understood.
For, voice and language were but an outward manifestation of the Dao; to comprehend the Dao was to master all thods.
On the Heretic’s massive grey eyeballs, thick veins bulging like arms stared at Big Black Dog and the others, and said:
"You ate one of my bones, I will devour you whole!"
His words were grim, as he declared:
"By eating you... I shall return to the summit of power!"
Saying this, the Heretic’s body struggled forward!
But, its movents were extrely slow!
Only now did Long Zixuan and the others realize that the lower half of the Heretic’s body was buried under white grains of sand!
It was as though sinking into quicksand.
"One grain of white sand, one world... The battle of yore had destroyed countless worlds..."
Big Black Dog murmured, saying:
"The boss used the corpses of myriad worlds to suppress this Heretic, but, it seems, lacked the strength to kill it outright?"
At this, Wu Dade and Long Zixuan were even more astounded. Beneath their feet, could each grain of sand represent a world that had perished?
What kind of cataclysmic battle had it been that turned worlds to sand, forming such a riverbed?
The mightiest being who battled the Heretic in ancient tis, what realm did they reach? To need the sand of myriad worlds to suppress the Heretic.
And that Heretic, at this mont, was struggling frantically!
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"Do you think you can still hold down?"
"Impossible!"
"I have been accumulating power for eons, and today... I shall break free!"
The heretic’s frenzied aura burst forth.
Endless gravel rose into the air, pushed to the surroundings by the heretic’s imnse force.
As the white sand swirled up, the scene buried beneath it suddenly ca into view.
One could see that under the countless grains of white sand, there was a towering sculpture—a gigantic Kunpeng!
The Kunpeng looked lifelike, yet it was completely petrified. On the body of the Kunpeng were stone scales the size of human heads.
And beneath the feet of the Kunpeng, there lay a pile of scattered corpses, which were indistinguishable as to what ancient beasts they once were. They were similar to the heretic, filled with gray petrified flesh and blood, with limbs and severed arms everywhere, completely devoid of life.
The Kunpeng... stood atop a heap of corpses!
And the tail of the heretic, too, was pressed under the foot of the Kunpeng!
Therefore... the heretic could not break free.
This scene was extraordinarily shocking!
Be aware, heretics are definitely among the most terrifying existences.
But now, one Kunpeng, having slaughtered who knows how many heretics, had finally suppressed the last living one under its foot for eons!
"What is that?"
Wu Dade asked in shock.
"Kunpeng..."
Big Black Dog’s eyes filled with sorrow, said:
"Our boss faced, not one heretic, but several... They are all dead, leaving only the last one."
"Back then, he must have been driven to a desperate situation with nowhere to turn, yet no one could help... The battle was bitter for eons, bitter for eons..."
Wu Dade, upon hearing this, was dumbstruck.
And Long Zixuan stared intently at the Kunpeng sculpture.
An inexplicable familiarity, emanating from the soul...
At this mont, he seed to see the shifting lights and shadows of ti and space.
Eons of warfare, the sky collapsing and the earth caving in, wars consuming all worlds, until the stars extinguished and the void shattered...
The Age of Grey Mist swept over, the living wailed in despair, marking an era of hopelessness.
The fierce battles spread across all worlds, leaving no place to flee, no refuge to find.
There was a Kunpeng soaring through the heavens, sotis as a giant koi stirring the myriad heavens, and sotis as a giant bird, its wings cleaving through ti and space!
In the haze, the Kunpeng seed to transform into a human figure, dressed in black, standing shoulder to shoulder with another supre being who stood with his hands behind his back, his feet crushing Ten Thousand Dragon Souls.
"All worlds are perishing, that one has departed, the Age of White Mist has ended, and the Age of Grey Mist has begun... Do the living still have a chance?"
The Kunpeng seed to whisper.
The man standing on the Myriad Dao Dragon Souls looked towards the endless depths of grey mist, and said:
"That one will surely return."
"However, we may die, completely disappear."
Saying this, the man seed to let out a laugh, saying:
"It’s ti for to take my path."
"Kunpeng, this place, this battlefield, can only be left to you now."
After a long silence, the Kunpeng said:
"That path, is there any hope of breaking through? To lay down one’s life on a different path, body and dao both perish..."
"Soone must strike."
The man standing with his hands behind his back on the Myriad Dao Dragon Souls said:
"The blood of the World-Honored One can only flow on that ancient path..."
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Kunpeng articulated each word deliberately,
"Do you have any last wishes?"
But the man just smiled faintly and said, "Don’t be foolish, Kunpeng. Even if I had any last wishes, you wouldn’t be able to fulfill them."
"The battlefield here is extrely perilous; you won’t survive either."
As he spoke, he walked up to Kunpeng, patted his shoulder, and said,
"I wish you a quick death!"
Upon hearing this, Kunpeng seed to smile as well.
"You too, after death, please rember to return your soul to your holand."
"Ascendant Path..."
The man who trod on the Ten Thousand Dragon Souls vanished.
Kunpeng, watching the man’s departure, muttered the final phrase:
"Ten Supres extinguished, myriad spirits dead... May you all have your souls return to your ho soil!"
As his words fell, he soared into the heavens, charging into the endless grey mist. Within the mist, nurous fearso heretics erged, controlling the mist to reveal themselves...
That battle was exceedingly brutal. Kunpeng fought until his blood drained and his soul burnt out. Crushing his great enemies, he himself was consud by the grey mist...
"With the power of all worlds, bury everything... Bury it all!"
In the end, as Kunpeng fought to his last breath, his body turned to stone, buried under the sands of the world...
"Soul’s return to holand... Soul’s return to holand..."
Only a faint murmur echoed through the sands of the world.
...
A chill slipped down Long Zixuan’s face,
n don’t easily shed tears.
But at this mont, he could deeply empathize, his heart ached as if being sliced by knives.
"Soul’s return to holand..."
"I am here."
"Kunpeng, are you still there?"
Long Zixuan whispered.
And the heretic’s struggle grew even more violent at this mont!
As if sensing the heretic’s struggle, a spot on the stone sculpture of the bird, resembling a dragon scale feather, suddenly emitted a faint light.
It was the only feather on the sculpted giant peng that had not completely turned to stone.
As the light shone, it transford into a gigantic claw, which astonishingly pinned down the heretic, whose power seed overwhelming.
This was the peng’s dying will; though it had turned into stone for eons, a single scale feather still sought to repress the heretic.
"Do you really think you can still suppress ?"
"All these years, I was rely healing..."
"Today, I shall break free completely!"
Suddenly, a cluster of nebulous Heavenly Dao Source Qi erged in the heretic’s hand!
"Years ago, I had taken a portion of the spoils of war by injuring you with so comrades in Avatar forms!"
"I intended to keep lying low, breaking free after engulfing the blood of Myriad Realms... but today, your old friend has shown up at my doorstep; I... no longer need to wait!"
The heretic swallowed that Heavenly Dao Source Qi!
Instantly, its shriveled flesh swelled.
It suddenly turned its head and chopped off its own tail.
A survival tactic – severing its tail!
The peng’s scale feather, having materialized a giant claw, thunderously descended, but the heretic, having recovered untold strength, astonishingly burst through the restraints of the peng claw!
The heretic... had broken free!
"Soul’s return to holand..."
The stone sculpture of Kunpeng resonated with a tinge of will but was already incapable of trapping the heretic any further.
"I am free now!"
The terrifying voice of the heretic spread throughout the Myriad Realms.
The endless universe trembled. At this mont, all beings within the Myriad Realms were in utter panic, as if the end of the world had arrived.
This aura was even more terrifying than the ancient grey mist that appeared in the Great Blessing Star Realm.
In the vast void, various universal Heavenly Daos seed to awaken at this mont, even the Heavenly Dao was panicking!
"Has the heretic that once attacked Grand Ancestor appeared again?!"
"Zu Tiandao has already been severely wounded, the World-Creating Supres have long perished into ancient history... Has the end of the Yang Realm co?"
Many Heavenly Dao Spirits muttered amongst themselves!
At this mont, even the Divine Realm above all realms felt the disturbance.
In the Divine Realm, today upon nine lands erged great cauldrons!
"A great disaster approaches, the World-Stabilizing Cauldrons appear..."
"What has happened?"
"Where is the calamity?!"
The Divine Realm was in an uproar, the nine grand cauldrons were instrunts laid by the Supre figures of the Thirty-Three Heavens, only materializing when a cosmic catastrophe occurred.
In the recorded history of the Yang Realm, they have erged no more than five tis.
During the gods and demons war, a Supre figure from the Demon Domain breached the Divine Realm and the nine cauldrons materialized...
In the Demon God war, a mysterious entity directly attacked the Thirty-Three Heavens, and the nine cauldrons manifested...
Each occurrence was an earth-shattering event.
Divine Realm was anxious.
Above the Thirty-Three Heavens, nurous Divine Palaces were now disturbed.
"A great disaster has befallen the Lower World!"
"What exactly is going on?"
Many towering figures demanded answers.
"Should we reflect upon the heavens and manifest in the Lower World?"
One of the towering figures spoke out.
"Do not, during the Demon God war, the nine cauldrons materialized, and a comrade reflecting upon the heavens mysteriously died... In the face of such a calamity, we must be cautious!"
Another imdiately stopped him!
Even the towering figures of the Thirty-Three Heavens were wary!
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within a certain Divine Palace.
"It’s that aura again... It seems that this life, an unprecedented opportunity is indeed about to arise!"
A towering figure murmured, who turned out to be the powerhouse that had reflected upon the heavens when the eternal grey mist appeared in the Great Blessing Star Realm.
He was also a person behind the Star Extinguishing God Monarch and others.
"After lying dormant for millions of years, so troubles that were suppressed might reerge, but clues to the Ten World-Creating Supres... might also resurface because of this."
The corners of this entity’s mouth revealed a touch of anticipatory smile as he whispered,
"Let the heavens be destroyed. Out of destruction and silence, we may welco a new hope..."
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The Myriad Realms trembled!
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Goodnight
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