Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1473 - 797: Zhao Xuanjing Appears, Great Success in the Unification Realm
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A wave of white light expanded outward, steadily eroding the blood light away.
The fractured pen appeared reluctant to yield, its nib quivering faintly while the blood pearl throbbed without cease; abruptly, from the core of the immense blood glow, an elderly woman with flowing white hair materialized—the very same departed "Old Madam Chen".
Her face devoid of emotion, Old Madam Chen advanced steadily toward the forefront of the blood light, hurling herself into the white radiance where she dissolved into oblivion in a flash.
In the instant that followed, figures started emerging one by one from the heart of the expansive blood light: among them stood elders with sharp, defined countenances, graceful young scholars exuding poise, attractive women of varied beauty, though the majority consisted of everyday folk such as street vendors and toilers.
A nearer look revealed these individuals to be none other than the "residents" of Mingxi Town.
Each one blank-faced, they surged forward like moths drawn to fire, smashing into the white light and vanishing into nothingness one after the other.
Despite the thousands of townsfolk fading into void, the glow pouring from the Hundred Generations Book remained unshaken, not dimming in the slightest.
As the numbers of the town's inhabitants continued to thin out, the blood pearl shrank further, becoming fainter and more ghostly.
Only when the massive blood light had nearly been consumed did a boy of seven or eight years surface from its remnants, startlingly solid in form, his eyes brimming with vibrant life, and his features twisted in a tangle of fury mixed with dread.
Zhao Sheng's soul form quaked, immediately identifying the boy as "Li Wuhui," the offspring of Li Zhi.
As the Hundred Generations Book's brilliance extended forth, "Li Wuhui" thrust out his arms to block the oncoming white light, summoning an immense force that actually forced the radiance to pause its advance.
But in the very next instant, the Hundred Generations Book vibrated ever so slightly, unleashing an even more intense glow.
A thunderous resonance, as if echoing from ancient epochs long gone, erupted, and "Li Wuhui" was swallowed whole by the white light, the blood pearl along with him.
With the blood pearl's disappearance, the broken pen's energy ebbed away, sending it plummeting downward until it lay pinned beneath the Hundred Generations Book.
Having subdued the broken pen, the Hundred Generations Book gradually descended into the Soul Sea's depths alongside it, vanishing completely from sight.
Suddenly, an overwhelming surge of power erupted from an unseen source within Zhao Sheng, accompanied by a dizzying whirl; he was hurled outward in a rush.
After a whirlwind of vivid, dreamlike visions flashed by, Zhao Sheng regained his balance sharply, his eyes snapping open to find himself back inside the Endless Tower.
In the adjacent hallway, numerous silhouettes materialized abruptly, their gazes filled with bewilderment, as if lost to their surroundings.
A quick scan allowed Zhao Sheng to spot several known faces among them.
Qi Wu Yan clutched a vivid green Rhino Beast Head, peering at it from every angle with a look of utter confusion and frustration.
Zhao Sheng's astonishment surged upon seeing this; he hadn't expected Qi Wu Yan to have made it back in one piece.
He was just about to move closer and say something when his initial step froze him in place, his features twisting in alarm as he stared past the hallway.
Right then, the brilliant shine of the Sky-reaching White Tower faded sharply, its exterior shifting to ashen and dark tones while countless horrifying fissures spiderwebbed across it.
It was as though eons of wear had assaulted it in a heartbeat, causing it to wither swiftly toward total ruin.
At the same time, the corridor where Zhao Sheng stood decayed just as rapidly, riddled with endless fractures, on the verge of crumbling apart.
A voice cried out abruptly: "This is bad—everything's about to fall apart here, hurry and get out!"
The warning jolted the group into action, and they blinked away one by one, fleeing to the Lower Realm.
Zhao Sheng snapped to as well, tearing his eyes away and preparing to retreat to the Lower Realm.
In that split second, his stare fixed on a pair of icy, detached eyes.
The gaze belonged to a breathtakingly beautiful woman draped in a robe adorned with feathers.
This female figure radiated supreme haughtiness, her presence dominating with unyielding command.
Zhao Sheng's chest clenched; before he could respond, searing agony lanced through his eyes, igniting a fierce blaze within their depths.
Within the Upper Soul Sea, enormous swaths of multicolored flames spontaneously erupted across the Primordial Spirit's surface.
This blaze emerged in a profoundly mysterious fashion, harboring a destructive might that could reduce the Primordial Spirit to cinders.
"Oh no, a Tribulation Crossing Venerable!" Zhao Sheng's terror peaked, grasping at once that a Tribulation Crossing Venerable had marked him.
Under normal circumstances, his fate would be sealed without question. Fortunately, this was the Burial Immortal Ruins, offering a narrow window for flight.
A notion sparked through his mind, and Zhao Sheng vanished in a puff, already withdrawing to the Lower Realm.
Witnessing this, the woman in the feathered robe's demeanor shifted subtly, a flicker of reluctance crossing her eyes.
"Hehe, branded by my Immortal Seal—you can't escape my pursuit no matter where you flee, even across Immortal Heaven and Earth. Sooner or later, I'll hunt you down!"
Her words barely ended when the feathered robe woman herself faded away.
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Desolate Wall Settlement, Taiheng Cave Heaven.
The Flame Sea stretched endlessly, with roaring pillars of fire erupting skyward, some stretching for hundreds of miles, their scorching heat warping the fabric of space and time. Scattered throughout the Flame Sea were hundreds of Heaven and Earth True Flames, casting a spectrum of dazzling hues.
A deep rumble echoed as the fiery ocean's heart caved in without warning, forming a profound, unending whirlpool.
A colossal creature ascended from the abyss below, its plumage wreathed in thousands of True Flames, projecting an aura of absolute dominion as the unchallenged ruler of this blazing domain.
Flames flickered, and the feathered robe woman materialized atop the immense fire beast's crown from nowhere.
The very next heartbeat saw a silver mask descend over the feathered robe woman's visage; she then chanted spells softly, her fingers forming Dharma Seals on both sides.
At once, a colossal tide of intent swept over the entire blazing realm in a blink.
The feathered robe woman's ritual appeared to stir some dormant entity.
In a mere instant, a gigantic rift spanning countless miles ripped open high above the fiery expanse, and a tremendously vast eye unveiled itself from the fissure's depths, peering down intently.