Chapter 1667: Untitled Chapter 2
Even the dinsions of this space have not been touched.
Extrely calm.
Energy that does not exist in ti and space itself does not belong to any ancient history or era. It symbolizes annihilation, so how could it be touched or sensed by existing things?
If both Immortal Emperors at the end of the road and the Phantom Primordial Ancestor of the Sacrificial Path Realm are stages of “presence” in terms of power,
then the palm Jiang Hui stretched towards Gu Chen, Shi Hao, and others belongs to the tangible “absence” stage.
This ‘absence’ is a supre understanding of the Tao itself.
It doesn’t an that having nothing equates to absence.
The Great Taoist has no bounds; transitioning from absence to presence is simple, but from presence to absence is as difficult as climbing to the heavens.
In so sense, leveraging the dual effects of rule sprouts and the altar ford by Cangtian Dao,
Jiang Hui can be considered as having half a step transcending the Sacrificial Path Realm, with one foot nearly stepping into the next true greater realm—Above The Sacrificial Path.
Of course, this amplification isn’t permanent. It only works in this mont and cannot continuously sustain this boost.
If it could be maintained, then Jiang Hui would genuinely have one foot in Above The Sacrificial Path realm.
But even being able to sustain it for a brief mont is already enough.
“Boom!”
Above Ye Fan’s head, the Tripod of Everything let out a mournful sound, showing nurous cracks.
Treasure tools have spirit, not to ntion such Imperial Soldiers, once sensing Ye Fan in danger, they do everything to ascend, but how can they resist the Phantom Primordial Ancestor? In just a mont, the body of the cauldron cracked, filled with countless fissures.
Ye Fan sighed and forcibly put away the Tripod of Everything, unwilling to let the companion that accompanied him for countless tis perish here.
While people may perish,
weapons have graves.
Gu Chen, Ten Crown King, the Banished Immortal, and others, however, remained imbued with fighting spirit from beginning to end, refusing to accept fate.
In a mysterious way, they sensed that their master would certainly take action and rescue them.
At their level, still resembling greenhouse flowers, truthfully, was remarkably rare.
Willow God fully extended True Body.
Countless willow branches descended, towering and majestic, abruptly moving, transforming into Divine Order Chains, forcibly breaking free from bindings and launching a counterattack, leaving the Phantom Primordial Ancestor slightly startled.
An existence at the Immortal Emperor’s Realm road’s end could do this is already unimaginable.
But ultimately, He transcends existence in the Sacrificial Path Realm, overriding the Immortal Emperor.
The Phantom Primordial Ancestor made no response, rely following as the eerie hand descended; it seed to penetrate the Heavenly Road. The willow branches, encountering it like fire, burned up entirely. Willow God spewed blood, her expression calm, having anticipated this outco long before, realizing she ultimately fell short a realm. Her deanor was serene, awaiting the arrival of death.
Just as darkness enveloped Willow God’s vision, her consciousness began to beco blurred, that hand which traversed countless eras and approached from infinite remoteness finally arrived, carrying vast and mysterious power.
This hand seed to originate from the ends of ti and the Nirvana of space, carrying an aura surpassing all rules of the world. Its pace wasn’t swift, yet one felt it instantly arrived the mont it appeared. Every inch of its movent seed to remodel the entire world’s structure, with surrounding ti and space undergoing peculiar distortions under this hand’s cover, as if all things in existence were being rearranged according to the rules it set.
When the hand descended, an invisible ripple spread rapidly outward from its center. Wherever this ripple passed, everything beca illusory, the void originally fixed by the Phantom Primordial Ancestor’s power appeared to be brushed with an invisible curtain, becoming unreal. That vast eerie hand began trembling slightly under the impact of this ripple, and the previously pervasive ominous aura seed to be suppressed by so force, thinning considerably.
Subsequently, everyone covered by the Phantom Ancestor’s hand suddenly felt pulled by a mysterious force and disappeared instantly. From being on the brink of life and death one second to finding themselves in a completely unfamiliar space the next.
This space was pure chaos, devoid of distinction between top and bottom, or front and back, left and right. Dense chaotic mist surged all around, occasionally, mysterious runes flickered within the mist, emitting gentle luminescence, whispering the mysteries of the universe’s beginnings.
“Where is this?” Ye Fan spoke first, his voice tinged with slight confusion and vigilance. His gaze scanned back and forth within the chaotic mist, attempting to identify familiar scents or symbols to determine where he was.
“It must be the master who saved us!” Gu Chen’s eyes sparkled with excitent, fully convinced that at this critical mont of life and death, only Jiang Hui could have rescued them from the Phantom Primordial Ancestor.
Within everyone rose a mix of feelings, a relief from surviving calamity and an awe of Jiang Hui’s formidable power. They knew deeply, without Jiang Hui’s intervention, they would have been already reduced to dust under the Phantom Primordial Ancestor’s palm.
anwhile, the Phantom Primordial Ancestor was stunned in place. Its colossal form trembled slightly in the void, seemingly unable to believe what had just transpired. As an existence at the peak of Sacrificial Path Realm, standing at the zenith of power within this world, it held nearly uncontrollable command. However, it had just witnessed the group it intended to obliterate vanish unhard under the intervention of a mysterious force.
“Which mouse dares ruin my plans! Get out here!” The Phantom Primordial Ancestor roared furiously, its voice laden with endless venom and murderous intent, like thunder rolling incessantly across heaven and earth.
The rage and astonishnt within the Phantom Primordial Ancestor had climbed to an extre, as if heaven and earth couldn’t contain the monstrous fury in its heart. As the ultimate being of the Sacrificial Path Realm, it was supposed to tower above road’s end, surveying the ages, commanding the universe, with all under its control. Yet, right now, it felt an unprecedented weakness—a mysterious and vast force that remained elusive in origin and perated everywhere, inciting deep trepidation and fury.
This uncontrollable feeling, for an existence like it, was an imnse humiliation. It laughed in anger, its aura turning wildly fierce, as if under its wrath, even ti and space twisted and collapsed. Its eyes sparked with cold and ruthless light, seemingly wanting to tear the heaven and earth apart, searching for the source of that force.
Simultaneously, the ten Phantom Immortal Emperors sensed the ancestor’s rage, trembling in fear, overwheld by terror. They knelt on the ground, dared not lift their heads, let alone breathe easily. Being the most powerful force within the Bizarre Clan, usually high above and shaking the heavens, but before the ancestor, they were like ants. At this mont, the ancestor seed to transform into a volcano on the verge of erupting, poised to destroy everything completely. They deeply understood that if the ancestor were to rage, the heavens would change color, and they would inevitably suffer under the weight of its pressure.
The entire Bizarre Clan was enveloped in an atmosphere of oppression and dread, like the impending arrival of apocalypse. Amid the heavens and earth spread an unbreathable aura, dimming even the stars. All bizarre beings were prostrate, dare not emit a sound, for fear of triggering the ancestor’s fury. This stifling ambiance seed to halt ti, plunging the entire universe into a dead silence.
However, the Phantom Primordial Ancestor’s anger did not subside but instead grew more intense. Its gaze pierced through endless void, as if to penetrate all barriers, seeking the source of that force. Its voice was cold and deep, akin to cold winds from the Nine Netherworld, chilling the soul: “No matter who you are, no matter where you hide, I will drag you out and exact vengeance!” Its words brimd with boundless killing intent and authority, as if even the Heaven and Earth Laws would bow.
“Thank you, Master!”
“Thank you, Senior!”
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