Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1377: 741: Wailing Ghosts and Weeping Heavens (Part 2)
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Chapter 1377: Chapter 741: Wailing Ghosts and Weeping Heavens (Part 2)
Two centuries can slip by in an instant, as if the seclusion of a Returning to Void Half-Immortal had reached its conclusion without anyone noticing!
For the Divine Artisan Zhao Clan, these past two hundred years have been the most chaotic era in a family history spanning thousands of years.
During this two-hundred-year span, the clan experienced a massive explosion of talent. The count of Golden Core Masters has nearly doubled, while the number of Nascent Soul Ancestors has grown by a third.
In the regions stretching three million miles around Yellow Wind Immortal City, the reputations of the Zhao Clan’s "heroic figures" have slowly spread, becoming common knowledge among countless cultivators and rival sects.
The most prominent among them are known as the "Three Lords" and the "Nine Tigers and One Dragon."
The "Three Lords" are three Nascent Soul Realm elders of the Zhao Clan, each possessing power comparable to a half-step Divinity Transformation expert.
The "Nine Tigers and One Dragon" refers to the ten most celebrated Golden Core Masters within the Zhao family.
Each of the Nine Tigers of Zhao possesses heaven-defying combat strength, with every one of them boasting records of slaying Nascent Soul cultivators while only being at the Golden Core stage.
In comparison to the "Nine Tigers of Zhao," the title of "Dragon of Zhao" seems somewhat unearned.
Red Dragon Son Zhao Hong was granted the "Dragon of Zhao" moniker primarily due to his status as a prominent Young Master of the second generation.
Aside from his reputation as a second-generation scion, Zhao Hong is most frequently discussed by outsiders for his ever-expanding, massive harem!
As the saying goes: A dragon’s nature is inherently lustful!
Carrying the bloodline of the Primordial Flood Dragon, Zhao Hong possesses an unrestrained and licentious temperament. Ever since he first experienced the pleasures of cloud and rain at twelve years old, he has been unable to curb his desires!
To this day, the beauties in Zhao Hong’s harem exceed a thousand, nearly tenfold the number of his father's wives and concubines, making him unrivaled in the Ten Thousand Peak Spirit Domain.
It is easy to see that a thousand-woman harem is not Zhao Hong’s limit; as time marches on, this figure will surely continue to climb.
Zhao Sheng has shown no desire to check his son's wild behavior. On the contrary, he has quietly encouraged it and is pleased with the results!
The outcome has not let Zhao Sheng down, as his cherished son Zhao Hong has performed his duties perfectly!
In a mere two hundred years, Zhao Sheng has been blessed with thirteen grandchildren, each born with a True Spirit bloodline and remarkable talent!
The eldest, Zhao Pan, has already achieved a breakthrough to the Golden Core stage, nearly catching up to his father, Zhao Hong.
Witnessing the rapid growth of the third generation, Zhao Sheng feels a sense of fulfillment, gradually shifting his expectations onto his grandchildren.
As for Zhao Hong, his father's demands are modest—simply reach the Divinity Transformation stage and continue producing descendants to spread this branch of the bloodline.
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“Alas, two hundred years! After exhausting so many Principle Crystals, I have finally overcome the seventh bottleneck. My cultivation has at last reached the late-stage Returning to Void. All my labor was worth it!”
Hovering above the Jade Void Spirit Pond, Zhao Sheng’s form radiates a brilliant light, encircled by rings of five-colored lightning. The three-headed, six-armed Dharma Image behind him slowly dissolves into nothingness.
Hoo~
His exhalation rumbled like thunder, causing the void to tremble slightly. Below, the "Mystical Liquid" of the Jade Pool rippled violently, and vast quantities of Mystic Crystal Origin Qi rose up, instantly being drawn into Zhao Sheng’s body.
Zhao Sheng slowly opened his eyes, which were still flickering with divine light. Suddenly, his brow furrowed, and his expression shifted to one of utter, unbelievable shock.
In the next heartbeat, he rose, stepped into the void, and vanished instantly without leaving a single trace.
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On a distant star beyond the known realms, the sky hung low and heavy. Dark clouds swirled densely, and the firmament remained as bleak and gloomy as ever, filled with the mournful wails of the yin wind.
Two blood-red full moons were perched prominently in the sky, casting a ghastly crimson moonlight that felt freezing and malevolent, looking like a pair of massive, peerless blood-shot eyes.
In a specific region of this world, nestled among endless peaks and valleys, stood jagged mountains that resembled giant, unparalleled swords pointed directly at the heavens.
Surrounding these peaks were many deep canyons filled with a thick, murky darkness. These were like black rivers snaking through the ravines, actually waterways fouled by demonic qi.
As these demon rivers flowed, the mountains on either side were seemingly stained by the demonic qi, turning a deep pitch black.
Countless demon rivers converged into a single, magnificent black artery several hundred miles wide. It stretched toward the horizon, its source unknown and its destination a mystery, with crashing waves that occasionally tossed up dense clusters of skeletal souls.
At this moment, in the deepest reaches of the great black river, sat a colossal altar as smooth as a polished mirror. The mirrored surface of the altar displayed countless strange figures.
Some were locked in combat, some were in the midst of cultivation, and others were bowed in prayer... a variety of bizarre activities were all visible within the surface.
One by one, beams of deep, pitch-black demon light fell from the void, pouring relentlessly into the altar and causing the river water to churn and ripple.
Thick black qi swirled around the altar, masking its presence as if it were cautious of some external force.
At the center of the altar sat a gargantuan figure, cross-legged, using the power of the structure to monitor every movement within tens of thousands of miles.
This nameless altar was one of nine hundred and ninety-nine reception platforms in this realm. It served not only to track the movements of Human Clan cultivators but also as a vital tool to facilitate the Saint Ancestor’s arrival.
The massive figure radiated a terrifyingly intense killing intent. Demonic flames danced around it, and within those fires, the tortured faces of Human Clan cultivators could be seen.
In the black waters nearby, countless flickering soul fires could be dimly perceived. These were ghostly Yin Souls, packed into the riverbed in numbers reaching into the millions.
Suddenly, the giant figure stood up, staring at the river's surface with excitement. Its fist-sized eyes were filled with both shock and pure ecstasy.
“After a millennium of grueling patience, has the Slaughter Immortal battle finally commenced...” the alien demon powerhouse, a Returning to Void level entity, muttered to itself as its eyes went wide.
Before it could finish speaking, the altar beneath its feet erupted with light. A massive pillar of black light surged up from the crystal surface, instantly piercing through to an unknown dimension.
At the same time, identical scenes were unfolding across various hidden realms throughout this world.
In an instant, nine hundred and ninety-nine pillars of black light tore through the heavens and earth, weaving together into a massive net that temporarily sealed the space-time of the entire planet.
“Ka-ka! An Immortal is nothing special; today marks the day of your demise!” The alien demon powerhouse seemed to envision the fall of a True Immortal, the shattering of their prison, and the invasion of the Taiyi Spirit Realm by its kin. It suddenly broke into a fit of wild, arrogant laughter.
Amidst the echoing cackles, millions of ghostly Yin Souls in the black river threw themselves into the black light column like moths to a flame, constantly fueling the energy of the Devil Thought Light Column.
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Taiyi Spirit Realm, Four Saints Divine Continent, Wolong Mountain Range.
On this day, as the sun dipped below the horizon and twilight took hold.
A figure materialized out of thin air miles up in the sky—it was none other than Zhao Sheng.
He gazed up at the heavens, his face a mask of intense emotion and profound shock.
In that moment, the sounds of ghostly wailing and divine screaming suddenly vibrated between heaven and earth, vast and overwhelming, as if crying out from the very core of the world.