Journey to the West: Sun Wukong's Advice System Chapter 587 - 403: Depths of Distortion and Aura of Doom2

"Step!"

"Step, step, step!"

Suddenly, the urgent sound of hoofbeats arose.

At this mont, all the twisted creatures rigidly stood in place, daring not to make any rash moves.

Even the mighty dragon and the mighty eagle involuntarily lowered their bodies to the ground.

Their powerful bodies were trembling slightly.

Soon after, a blood-red horse sped past.

Blood Fiend!

As the Twisted Supre passed by, all the twisted creatures greeted it with reverence.

And the Blood Fiend, without any pause, continued at great speed towards the deeper darkness.

Along the way, twisted creatures could be seen everywhere.

Those of the stature of giant beasts were not few in number either.

However, the deeper they went into the darkness, the fewer the number of twisted creatures, until there were not even any to be seen.

This area seed to be forbidden territory for the twisted creatures; none dared to transgress it!

Finally, the Blood Fiend halted its horse.

No matter the Epoch’s powerhouses, they all harbored boundless imaginations about the endless dark distortion outside the Epoch.

So say that by crossing the darkness, one can reach the legendary other shore.

Others say the dark distortion is the cage of the Epoch, restraining its developnt, and that only above the Great Path can one truly break free from the cage, seeking eternal freedom and longevity.

Every Epoch had no shortage of those who ventured to explore the Twisted Realm.

And those who dared to explore were never weak.

Like the Wanderer of the Myriad Realms Epoch, who, it was rumored, went missing while exploring the darkness.

But there has never been news of anyone who has crossed the Twisted Realm.

Essentially, every creature that entered the darkness to explore eventually vanished without a trace, whether dead or alive, no one could tell.

And at this mont, a palace appeared before Blood Fiend.

To call it a palace was not quite right—castle would be a more appropriate term.

This place was eerily silent; even ti could not leave any marks here.

The twisted creatures were essentially the slaves of the dark distorted consciousness, driven by the Dark Distortion, with the vast majority lacking consciousness of their own.

Even those mighty Saint Emperor beasts were but dwellers in the darkness.

Only those with lofty status, the Twisted Supres, could enter this castle!

The next instant, Blood Fiend dismounted and stepped into the castle.

The interior was not a simple building, but a complete sealed space.

Within it, the dark distortion was so concentrated that it was ten tis stronger than outside.

This concentration of dark distortion could transform a Saint Emperor instantaneously.

"Blood Fiend, that being who grasped the transcendental Great Path, why didn’t you bring him back?"

In this space, several lofty thrones were floating.

Above the thrones, the Dark Distortion swirled, endlessly flowing, profound and mysterious!

As for how many thrones there were, one simply could not see clearly.

These thrones, half-hidden in the darkness, were each occupied by a Twisted Supre.

The faces of these Supres, however, were also concealed, not quite discernible.

"I extended him an invitation, and he refused!" said Blood Fiend.

Following that, a throne materialized behind him.

His throne, blood-red in its entirety, also had an armor-like emblem upon it.

After Blood Fiend spoke, the Twisted Supres seed sowhat surprised, falling into a brief silence.

"He refused? Does he not realize that his Great Path is not tolerated by the Epoch? Does he not wish to pursue a deeper Dao?" wondered a Twisted Supre.

"He may not yet have experienced the kind of despair that cos when one’s path to enlightennt is severed, but once he truly despairs, he will throw himself into the arms of the Twisted Realm." Another Twisted Supre spoke.

His voice was sowhat hoarse yet unmistakable, and upon hearing it, the other Twisted Supres ceased to dwell on this issue.

"The calamity of this Epoch once again descends, the Supre Lord has already issued the order, this to be the last epochal catastrophe, the opportunity for completely devouring the Epoch. Once everything has been swallowed by the Dark Distortion, our mission will be truly complete."

"For this epochal catastrophe, the Supre Lord has said, we can pour all our accumulated strength into it!"

"The Twisted Realm has already annihilated seventeen Epochs, this ti will be the eighteenth. The foundation we have built up is unimaginable. If we make our move with all our strength, what can the Myriad Realms Epoch use to resist?"

"All beings of the Chaotic Myriad Realms are inconsequential, the only obstacle is that Supre of the Dao Realm. He once planned and avoided the epochal catastrophe, regardless of the thods, he succeeded! But this ti, the Chaotic Myriad Realms won’t have that kind of luck."

"In the ultimate Epoch, whether it’s the Primordial Source of the Epoch or the laws, all will resist with their utmost effort. The Chaos is likely to experience an explosive revelation of its depth."

"And there’s also the sudden ergence of the Chaotic Martial Ancestor, who must be taken into account! Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning could also beco an early phase help for us. He thinks he has beco a pawn of the Dark Distortion, but in reality, he is rely being used by us, bold but thoughtless."

"..."

Above the throne of God, one Twisted Supre after another expressed their opinions.

Although they dwelt deep within Darkness, they had an intimate understanding of the situation within the chaotic universe.

Whether it’s the existence of Sun Wukong or their assessnt of Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning, it was evident that these Twisted Supres did not simply use absolute power to unleash the epochal calamities.

Moreover, from their words, one could guess that this epochal calamity is extraordinary!

anwhile, within Chaos, a figure was traveling through several desolate worlds, as if searching for sothing.

"Ancestral Martial once said, in this direction lies my destiny, but after tens of thousands of years of searching, why is there no trace?"

This person was none other than Misfortune Demon God Shen Gongbao.

Last ti, he was captured by the sword master Wu Feng of the Sword Realm who also spread the false news that the Chaotic Martial Ancestor was a fraud, luring several Supres to their deaths.

After handling the matter, he began searching for his own destiny.

This search lasted tens of thousands of years, yet still without any clues.

If not for the words of the Chaotic Martial Ancestor, he might have long lost patience.

"Everyone who has followed Chaotic Martial Ancestor has gained significant destiny, several Saint Emperors have erged, how can I, Shen Gongbao, fall behind others?" Shen Gongbao was full of confidence.

Previously, he thought becoming a Saint King would suffice, but according to the current progression, being a Saint King is far from enough.

Everyone else has beco Saint Emperors, how could he, a re Saint King, stand out?

Moreover, as the Misfortune Demon God with many enemies, he must beco stronger.

"Hmm?" Shen Gongbao was exploring a desolate world when suddenly, he felt sothing like a fluctuation.

Boom!

Suddenly, a dull roar resounded through the Chaos.

Imdiately following, an enormous shadow erged.

"This is..."

The powerhouses of the Myriad Realms Epoch had just turned back not long ago when they saw this sudden anomaly appear.

Everyone looked over, only to see this shadow was a massive black halo, giving one the impression of being struck by supre misfortune at a re glance.

"This shadow, is... the Misfortune Supre of the Halo Epoch!!!"

Soone recognized the origin of this figure.

The Halo Epoch was also one of the past annihilated Epochs, known for producing strong beings adept in various amplification laws.

The Misfortune Supre was a Supre of that Epoch, formidable in strength.

And the amplification law he was most skilled at was misfortune. His path of misfortune, even among the eighteen Epochs, was amongst the strongest.

"The Misfortune Supre perished when the epochal catastrophe descended, didn’t he? Could it be that he left behind so legacy? Even if there was a legacy, why after so many Epochs, has his legacy now manifested?"

Many doubts erged in the hearts of the strong beings from all sides, including the Myriad Realms Epoch, the perished Epochs, and the Secret Forces.

"I rember, in the Halo Epoch, there should still be a surviving bloodline adept at the laws of fire and poison," one Supre remarked.

Above the Pure Land of the Perished Epoch, a Supre spoke.

The chaotic universe had a total of seventeen past Epochs, but the number of Supres from these perished Epochs was definitely not seventeen.

The vast majority of Epochs saw no Supres survive their destruction.

However, each Epoch would always preserve a small spark of life at the ti of its obliteration.