Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1389: 747: Devilish Thought Enters the Body
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In the following instant, as though ominous clouds parted abruptly, a radiant glow burst forth from the heavens. A beam of Profound Yellow Divine Light erupted from the tower, slamming straight into the shadowy “Light Ball” hovering overhead.
Right then, the shadowy light ball dissolved swiftly like ice in blazing sunlight, dropping a head-sized, multi-faceted crystal from its core.
At that precise moment, a grand silhouette gradually materialized amid the Profound Yellow Divine Light, extending a hand to seize the enormous extraterrestrial crystal.
Who could this grand silhouette possibly be other than Zhao Xuanjing?
Right now, an unimaginable force of laws churned inside him, while a piercing radiance wrapped around his form, rendering it too dazzling to behold directly.
The onlookers, spotting the Venerable's long-awaited emergence, burst into wild joy and fervor, dropping to their knees in homage to greet his victorious homecoming.
Up in the firmament, the law's glow slowly gathered, revealing Zhao Xuanjing's outline once more.
His frame now gleamed with a jade-like polish and sheen, radiating an otherworldly essence that suggested a celestial being gracing the mortal realm.
Zhao Xuanjing surveyed the area briefly, a fleeting notion stirring in his thoughts.
Abruptly, the air grew heavy around him, as countless unseen waves rippled through the valley in a flash, like an endless tempest raging beneath a serene sky.
The cultivators' pulses raced, overwhelmed by a crushing presence crashing down upon them.
Zhao Xuanjing raised his right foot and tapped lightly toward the ground, murmuring the single word “break”.
“Boom!” A deafening blast echoed outward.
The pyramid beneath buckled as if crushed by tons of pressure, its walls crumbling while the immense edifice plunged sharply into the depths.
As it buried itself in the soil, the pyramid broke apart at speed, splintering into fragments of all shapes and sizes.
Swirls of shadowy forms bolted desperately from the structure, yet they barely escaped before shrieking in agony and getting pulverized into thin trails of dark vapor, vanishing instantly.
The surging flood of Profound Yellow Divine Light swept over the expansive valley, shaking the terrain violently and making it heave up and down, warping the once-even ground as nearby peaks slumped into the basin, burying over half of it.
Baili Shouguang and his companions, beholding this spectacle, shot upward hastily to dodge the billowing clouds of debris.
Soon enough, the valley lay nearly flattened, interring the earlier ocean of remains and gore beneath it.
Baili Shouguang and the rest stood stunned, their looks toward Zhao Xuanjing brimming with awe, instinctively regarding him as a godlike entity.
Still, they perceived merely the obvious, oblivious to the vaster, more astonishing transformations unfolding far below the surface.
Under the Endless Dense Earth, Spirit Veins resembling coiling dragons gradually separated under a dominant intent's guidance, while the crystalline “root systems” lodged in diverse Spirit Veins fractured sequentially, freeing the Spirit Veins at last.
Just as the Mirror Pyramid veered toward ruin and every scheme of the Alien Demon Clan here faced eradication, an unexpected twist occurred!
“How dare you! Stop at once!”
Suddenly, the enormous multi-faceted crystal flared with intense splendor, and a voice of utter rage boomed from its depths.
This bellow carried a vast, limitless intent, twisting the skies and land, transforming the bright day into pitch-black night.
Zhao Xuanjing, taken aback and ensnared unwittingly, suffered a sudden vertigo, his Primordial Spirit wavering and dimming, with waves distorting his physical form.
The cultivators, too, succumbed to the sonic assault, blacking out and tumbling from the air like lifeless dolls.
Luckily, the close-by Mountain Dragon Little Gold, bolstered by its robust lineage and sturdy defenses, promptly unleashed a broad field of golden light to hold them aloft anew.
Before Zhao Xuanjing shook off his disorientation, a horrifying visage surfaced inside the colossal multi-faceted crystal.
A thousand eyes and a hundred tentacles, like some fiend from nightmare!
“Wretched creature, how dare you destroy my arrangements! You shall pay the price! Hehehe, you shall pay with your own life!”
How swiftly the Divine Thought raced!
Ere Zhao Xuanjing could sharpen his focus, the nightmarish face morphed into a bolt of dark energy, bursting from the vast alien crystal and piercing into Zhao Xuanjing's form like a thunderbolt.
In a blink, it resembled ink splashing into pure white milk, with dark flecks sprouting fast on Zhao Xuanjing's Primordial Spirit, multiplying and ballooning into hand-spanning patches of blackness.
Even more chilling was how these black patches writhed and pulsed, emitting a profoundly evil vibe, as myriad shadowy tendrils burst forth from them, lashing out ferociously at their vicinity.
At the same time, innumerable crimson orbs sprouted, each shining with vicious, hateful stares.
“Master!”
Mountain Dragon Little Gold lunged ahead in panic, urgently deploying bursts of Law Yellow Light to blanket the foul black patches, attempting to contain their growth.
Regrettably, it barely made a dent; though the black patches' spread eased a touch, they persisted in breeding and encroaching relentlessly.
But in this moment, Zhao Xuanjing snapped back to awareness. Dazzling brilliance exploded from him, his Divine Thought and Will weaving into threads of “Jade Net” that ruthlessly encased every “black patch”, squeezing them into a specific region of his being before sealing them with multiple tiers of Divine Intent Restriction.
Ah!
Elsewhere, Mountain Dragon Little Gold cried out in horror, watching the shadowy tendrils rupture through the flesh, flailing madly.
The tendrils ballooned at their tips, bursting open with a wet rip, birthing crimson eyeballs that spun in wild disarray.
Though Little Gold possessed great might, its temperament remained pure and childlike, scaring it witless to the point of nearly overlooking its True Dragon heritage.
Phew!
Zhao Xuanjing exhaled a prolonged stream of foul radiance, laced with wisps of dark fumes amid the glow, evoking revulsion in any beholder.