Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1320 - 713: Primordial Yang Spirit Treasure?

Zhao Sheng’s eyebrows twitched upward, and he thrust his palms down without a shred of hesitation...

The void spanning hundreds of miles abruptly "buckled" as his Will Field shifted into the form of a massive mountain, violently crushing down upon the thousand-foot divine banner.

The Red God Banner began to shudder frantically under the sudden, immense weight. Within the fabric, the blood-colored humanoid figure became distorted and faint, seemingly struggling to hold its shape.

Roar!

Following a sharp, piercing howl, the blood-colored True Spirit disintegrated into fragments of Law Spiritual Light, retreating instantly back into its main body.

A moment later, the Red God Banner erupted with a soaring pillar of crimson light. An icy Will Field surged forward like a tidal wave, smashing directly against Zhao Sheng’s own Will Field.

In that heartbeat, Zhao Sheng felt a chill seize his core. His mind and thoughts were involuntarily swamped by a sense of hopelessness. This despair manifested without reason, as if he were facing an entity beyond comprehension—a dread born purely from instinct!

However, in the following second, Zhao Sheng’s will—scorching like molten magma—shattered that wall of gloom, dragging his consciousness back from the brink of despair.

Zhao Sheng felt his frame shudder and the hair on his neck stand up. It was as if he had stumbled upon an indescribable, terrifying horror, causing his Divine Soul to tremble against his will.

The Despair Law was exceptionally peculiar, possessing the ability to strike an opponent’s Divine Soul indirectly by exploiting the natural instincts of living beings.

This strange assault threw Zhao Sheng’s Will Field into disarray, causing its potency to plummet.

Taking advantage of this opening, the Red God Banner spun rapidly. A blood-red sun tore itself away from the banner’s surface, emitting a glare so blindingly fierce that it was impossible to look at directly!

The crimson sun expanded with incredible velocity, swallowing the heavens, the earth, and the surrounding void for a thousand miles.

Zhao Sheng felt a sharp pang in his Divine Soul. His mind snapped back into clarity as he fought to suppress the "agitated" instincts of his physical form.

The scenery before him shifted entirely; he now stood within a bizarre, blood-hued world.

Above hung a curtain of blood-soaked clouds, while below stretched an infinite Blood Sea. The surface of the water was swarming with ghostly entities, their numbers beyond calculation.

"A True Spirit World?" A flash of astonishment appeared in Zhao Sheng’s eyes.

A Primordial Yang Spirit Treasure was considered somewhat comparable to an Integration Realm Great Power, largely because it had developed its own unique True Spirit World—a domain nearly identical to the Primordial Cave Heaven forged by those at the Integration Realm.

"You are quite knowledgeable. Indeed, this is the Despair World that I rule. To find your grave here today, you could consider yourself lucky for ten lifetimes."

As those words echoed, a giant standing six zhang tall descended rapidly from the cloud layer. He had a hideous visage with fangs protruding from a dark face, wore blood-red copper armor, and was enveloped in an eerie, despairing crimson light.

"Is that so? A mere imitation treasure actually dares to call itself a world!" Zhao Sheng replied with indifference.

After their brief clash, he had already seen through his foe. He realized the Red God Banner’s rank was superior to a True Form treasure but had not yet reached the true standard of a Primordial Yang Spirit Treasure.

Had he not engaged it directly, he might have been fooled by the artifact's aura.

"Heh! You dare speak so arrogantly within my domain! Once I seize you, I shall spend tens of thousands of years torturing you without mercy!"

As the voice fell, waves of despairing wails began to resonate throughout the world.

The cries varied in distance, each more hopeless than the last. This ghostly and intangible power of despair drifted into his ears, relentlessly battering Zhao Sheng’s Divine Soul.

Zhao Sheng’s skin crawled and his consciousness clouded for a moment. A frantic urge for mutual destruction surged in his heart, making him feel as though only a suicidal charge could soothe the agitation within him.

Yet, in the next instant, his Divine Soul retreated into the depths of his Soul Sea. A cool, refreshing energy washed through his mind, purging all frenzied and unstable thoughts.

The Red God Spirit Venerable watched as Zhao Sheng’s eyes turned bloodshot before quickly clearing again, causing a flicker of surprise to cross its heart.

That despairing ghost wail was the collective final scream of countless Human Clan souls. It was capable of shattering any intellect and igniting deep-seated suicidal urges; it could even affect a Tribulation Crossing Venerable if they were caught off guard.

And yet, this Returning Void Cultivator had broken the influence of the wail almost instantly. Perhaps his Primordial Spirit was protected by some Strange Treasure that allowed him to evade the disaster?

Because of this, the Spirit Venerable’s planned follow-up killing moves could no longer be executed effectively.

At that moment, Zhao Sheng’s eyes flashed with brilliance. Thunderous light erupted around him as his body swelled, transforming into a Thunder Giant over twenty zhang in height.

The Red God Spirit Venerable snorted coldly at the sight. The divine eye on its forehead suddenly ignited, glowing like a miniature blood-red sun.

Boom!

The Blood Sea below began to churn violently. Countless ghostly beings leaped onto rising waves of blood, flying aggressively toward Zhao Sheng like moths drawn to a flame.

Simultaneously, a multitude of thick, black chains manifested around Zhao Sheng. Before he could react, they bound his limbs and torso. His skin began to blacken and decay upon contact, hissing as it released clouds of dark smoke.

Every inch of these chains was etched with the curses and despair of countless humans, infused with a massive amount of the Power of Laws.

These despair chains were indestructible unless every single curse within them was ground away.

Facing this, Zhao Sheng’s form paused in mid-air. He closed his eyes, and the light of his Will—now expanded tenfold—radiated from his body. The brilliant purple glow "drowned all the chains!"

The previously unbreakable chains of despair suddenly became brittle, shattering on their own and dissolving into nothingness.

In the next heartbeat, the Thunder Giant transformed into a massive thunder axe capable of rending the heavens. Carrying a devastating force and moving at nearly the speed of light, it cleaved into the Blood Sea below.

Wherever the strike passed, the ghostly creatures, the towering waves, and the despair chains were all annihilated instantly.

Roar!

Following a deafening explosion, the infinite Blood Sea was actually... "split open." A vast abyss appeared that stretched beyond the horizon, its walls wreathed in eternal Thunder Fire. It looked as though the entire sea had been sliced in two!

Bang!

In the sky, the Ghost Chi Giant suddenly detonated without warning, turning into streaks of faint red light that merged back into the surrounding world.

A second later, the vast Blood Sea closed back up. The abyss of Thunder Fire was flooded by the boundless blood waters, and the surface erupted in massive waves. Countless ghosts dived back down, swarming toward the remaining "Thunder Fire" like moths to a flame.

Every time a ghostly creature was burned by the Thunder Fire, it achieved eternal release.

Shortly after, a gargantuan vortex formed at the center of the sea. A muffled roar echoed from the depths, growing louder and louder, as if a titanic entity were about to burst forth from the whirlpool.

The vortex suddenly collapsed, and a massive blood-colored giant soared into the sky.

Inside the translucent giant was a nine-zhang tall skeleton. Its entire bony frame was as crystalline as jade, appearing as if it were carved from the finest blood jade.

The skull, the size of a house, resembled that of the Ghost Chi Clan. A small, anxious dark-red "figure" stood within the skull, looking down while incessantly shaking the crystalline blood banner in its grip.

Meanwhile, Zhao Sheng, still in his Thunder Giant form, emerged from the sea. His body was coated in a dense layer of black light.

Upon closer look, that black light was actually composed of millions of "dust-sized" Yin Souls.

Zhao Sheng’s thoughts moved, and the Thunder Giant ignited layers of Will Thunder Fire. The black light was incinerated instantly, causing those Yin Souls to lose any hope of reincarnation forever.

In that moment, a strange phenomenon occurred!

The blood-colored giant collapsed inward, its form turning into surging tides of blood that merged into the skeleton.

To the naked eye, layers of "flesh" began to grow over the jade-like bones.

The blood giant vanished, replaced by a nine-zhang tall Ghost Chi Giant with near-perfect proportions. Despite its hideous skin and fanged face making it far uglier than a standard Ghost Chi, the terrifying pressure it radiated was beyond mortal imagination.