Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1335: 719: Broken Star and Chun Jun Yield (Part 2)

Chapter 1335: Chapter 719: Broken Star and Chun Jun Yield (Part 2)

The vacuum of space shuddered violently, fracturing instantly into a multitude of pitch-black spatial rifts.

An enormous wine jug, spanning nearly a thousand feet, was slammed deep into the rocky crust of the planet, yet its exterior remained flawlessly intact.

Zhao Sheng watched this with a hint of amazement. When his fist collided with the jug’s surface, eighty percent of his Thunder Law Power had been neutralized by the treasure's innate properties.

Furthermore, his raw, unadulterated strength failed to leave even a scratch on the artifact’s body.

“How intriguing!”

This sight sparked Zhao Sheng’s interest. Having finally found a high-quality opponent, he decided it was the ideal moment to test the fruits of his Cultivation in this life.

With a low, guttural growl, thick golden fur sprouted across his skin. In an instant, he shifted into a hundred-foot-tall golden primate.

Upon adopting the form of the Sun and Moon Divine Ape, his frame expanded further, and his physical potency surged by at least twofold.

A primal, untamable savagery flooded his consciousness, and every motion he made carried the weight of world-ending force.

The surrounding void seemed unable to contain his sheer presence, as the very fabric of space-time grew dangerously thin and fragile.

With a mere shrug of his shoulders, countless spatial fractures blossomed around him like short-lived fireworks, appearing and vanishing in a heartbeat.

At this stage, he possessed the power to use his formidable physique to shatter the barriers of reality and step directly into the first day of the Void Realm if he so desired.

After a brief stretch, a smile crept onto Zhao Sheng’s face, exposing four massive fangs and giving his simian features a look of pure brutality!

BOOM! BOOM!

Moments later, the surface of the Dead Star convulsed once more. The earth split open, forming bottomless canyons that scarred the landscape.

The Chun Jun Pot was driven toward the planet's core by the relentless hammering of Zhao Sheng’s fists. The dormant, solidified magma of the core was reignited by the sheer force of the impact, turning into a churning, molten sea.

This Dead Star, spanning nearly ten thousand miles, buckled under the internal pressure. Circular mountain ranges erupted across its surface, launching pillars of crimson lava into the void. Thick, suffocating black smoke billowed upward, rapidly veiling the entire planet.

The Dead Star had become a vision of the apocalypse, a scene of absolute devastation.

Inside the Chunjun Cave Heaven, the previously nonchalant expression of the Chun Jun Youth darkened, eventually turning grim.

The Cave Heaven was rocked by violent tremors. The soaring tower leaned at a dangerous angle, the Cloud Sea was shredded into fragments, and the wine sea surged toward the heavens, obliterating one floating island after another.

Panicked disciples of the Sect scrambled in terror, desperately searching for shelter from the sudden upheaval.

Fengyi True Monarch was soaked in cold sweat, his eyes fixed fearfully on the inner wall of the cave heaven miles away.

The once pristine white walls were spider-webbed with thin cracks. Though a layer of brilliant white light repeatedly mended the damage, the fissures continued to reappear with every strike from the outside.

This terrifying display sowed chaos within the Supreme Sensing Sect. Most members were clueless about the cause, feeling like helpless leaves in a storm.

However, the Nascent Soul Ancestors sensed a mortal threat. They emerged from their secluded Cultivation and flew toward the high platform.

Before long, twenty-five Nascent Soul Realm cultivators had assembled on the platform.

Regrettably, when faced with a Half-Immortal of the Void, these Nascent Soul experts were little more than insects that could be crushed with a casual gesture.

Even Fengyi True Monarch was merely a slightly more resilient ant in comparison.

Qinghai Daoist glanced at Zhao Sheng’s Divine Split, a flicker of shock crossing his face as he recognized the man's identity.

Having operated the Spirit Light Mirror, he had watched the total annihilation of the Ghost God Sect and had etched Zhao Sheng’s features into his memory.

Qinghai Daoist hurried to Fengyi True Monarch’s side, whispering anxiously, “True Monarch, what is happening out there? Is it truly that man at our gates? What is our move?”

“Stay calm! With Chun Jun Ancestor protecting us, that intruder will surely perish. The Sect will survive this trial,” Fengyi True Monarch replied. Despite his internal dread, he projected an air of confidence to steady the others.

Nearby, the Chun Jun Youth stood up, abandoning his meditative posture. He paced through the air with a conflicted expression, seemingly caught in a difficult dilemma.

“This is impossible! How can a mere Half-Immortal of the Void damage my physical form? Could he be a hybrid carrying the blood of a Holy Beast? That must be it; there is no other explanation!”

“I cannot simply endure this beating. I have to flee. If the damage becomes too great, the repairs will be a nightmare!”

“Hmph! How dare a half-breed think he can push me around! I may not be built for slaughter, but that doesn't mean I'm a pushover!”

“When this is over, I’ll find allies for my vengeance. But who? My eldest brother, the Kanglong Saber, is busy ascending to a Heavenly Spirit Treasure; I shouldn't bother him.

My third brother, the Life and Death Gourd, is far too bloodthirsty. His involvement would create too much negative karma for both of us. Better to leave him out.

My sixth sister, Sky Covering Silk, is an option, but her master, Immortal Ling Luo, is notoriously temperamental and has been in seclusion for millennia. My sister is likely guarding her and won't be able to leave.”

“This is maddening! I shouldn't have spent so much time enjoying fine wine. Now, when I need help, I’m all alone.”

Few would believe that the legendary Chun Jun Ancestor was currently grumbling to himself like a petulant child.

“Ancestor——”

“Be quiet!”

Fengyi True Monarch had barely spoken when the Chun Jun Youth snapped at him, forcing the monarch to shut his mouth and stare at the youth’s boyish face in fear.

“Return to your posts immediately. Restore order to the Sect and prepare to man the Mountain Protection Array.”

At the youth’s command, the Nascent Soul cultivators bowed and retreated, vanishing into the distance.

Only Fengyi True Monarch and four others, including Qing Qiu, remained on the platform.

Ignoring them, the Chun Jun Youth turned his attention to Zhao Sheng’s Divine Split.

Zhao Menghan, meanwhile, had been completely forgotten by the crowd.

“Unseal and release!”

With those words, the Divine Split of “Zhao Sheng” regained his senses and was liberated from his restraints.

The Chun Jun Ancestor then spoke in a conciliatory tone, “Respected friend, there is no deep-seated grudge between us. Why resort to such violence? I will release you now. Perhaps you could ask your counterpart outside to cease his attack?”

“Zhao Sheng” surveyed the destruction within the cave, quickly weighing his options. He nodded and replied firmly, “I can make him stop, but the treasures belonging to Qiong Tian Ancestor must be returned in their entirety.”

The Chun Jun Youth looked relieved and adopted a more senior tone. “That is a simple request. No matter the number of treasures, I promise to return them all exactly as they were.”

Fengyi True Monarch, listening in, grew frantic. Forgetting himself, he cried out, “We cannot do that!”

“Hmph, such insolence!” The Chun Jun Youth’s expression soured as he barked the rebuke.

Fengyi True Monarch recoiled as if struck by a physical blow, his face turning pale and his voice failing him.

“As long as I am here, your opinion is irrelevant.”

The Chun Jun Youth’s mood shifted again, and he offered Zhao Sheng a small smile. “It is only right that a Dao seeker reclaims his heritage. Tell me, what are these items? I will have them brought to you immediately.”

Zhao Sheng answered evenly, “There are only three: the Chasing Sun Bow, the Sumeru Ring, and the Nine Nether Tower!”

As he spoke, he gestured, dissolving the Thunder Rings around the necks of Qingqing Daoist and the others as a sign of good faith.

The Chun Jun Youth’s eyes narrowed slightly, and his smile became even more innocent.

“You heard the man! Find those three artifacts and bring them here at once.”

“Ancestor, the Sumeru Ring is currently held by the True Monarch, and the Chasing Sun Bow is stored in the Heaven-Rank Treasure Vault. However, we have no knowledge of the Nine Nether Tower’s location.”

“I see. Go and fetch the Chasing Sun Bow immediately,” the Chun Jun Youth commanded with a wave of his hand.

Qingqing Daoist and his companions didn't dare hesitate, departing instantly in streaks of light.

Fengyi True Monarch stood frozen, his face a mask of resentment.

Noticing this, the Chun Jun Youth’s face darkened significantly. “The Sumeru Ring. Hand it over, now!”

“Ancestor——” Fengyi True Monarch attempted to protest, but he was silenced by a single cold snort.