Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1491 - 806: Desperate Counterattack, Eight Lifetimes’ Knot

While scanning the area nearby, Zhao Sheng abruptly spotted the folks across from him showing faces full of awe, scrambling to clear a path and stepping back on their own.

Boom!

Right then, a fierce blaze ignited at his rear, rushing outward with wild intensity, hushing the whole forge in an instant.

A phoenix materialized behind him, shot him a cold look, and spoke flatly, "Follow me!"

With those words spoken, the earth under Zhao Sheng's feet abruptly disappeared. In a flash, he was hoisted upward, borne aloft on billowing flames, ascending toward the murky heavens.

Ten miles,

A hundred miles,

A thousand miles,

...

After bursting through the pale gray clouds for some untold span, Zhao Sheng suddenly entered a boundless, eerie expanse of mist.

Everywhere his gaze reached, fluffy white cloud formations floated in bunches. These clouds acted alive, sometimes twisting and floating lazily, other times shifting into odd shapes of beasts like dragons, serpents, tigers, leopards, fowl, bugs, and swimmers, plus mythical ones such as Kui Niu, Huo Dou, Soaring Snake, Candle Dragon, and more...

Zhao Sheng gazed blankly at the misty domain ahead, his feelings settling into serene stillness, faintly detecting that all-pervading "presence."

Sometime earlier, the phoenix had already flown off, stranding him solitary in the Cloud Sea.

All of a sudden, a cloud chunk roughly an acre in size lifted from the Cloud Sea's depths, wafting in his direction, morphing into a huge upright eye as the vapors swirled.

This upright eye looked like a dragon's orb, featuring jade-green irises, completely lacking feeling, radiating supreme detachment and superiority.

One mere look made Zhao Sheng's soul quiver, summoning boundless terror from nowhere. It was the innate dread and shudder that grips an inferior being before a superior one.

"Kui... Niu!"

In his stupor, a booming, grand voice thundered inside Zhao Sheng's head, like the primal roar of creation slamming into his soul's core, dazing him and clouding his mind.

Right at that instant, over the Purple Mansion Soul Sea, the locked Kui Niu Treasure started shaking, then unleashed a dazzling surge of lightning.

Crack, crack...

The confining Crystal Wall fractured with myriad fissures, racing outward until bolts of electricity smashed it apart, scattering it into countless shards that plunged into the Soul Sea.

In a heartbeat, an unseen power erased the crystal bits entirely, making them vanish completely.

Just then, Zhao Sheng's awareness almost froze, incapable of forming any clear idea.

Time appeared to drag on forever, though perhaps it lasted only a split second.

Upon recovering his mental sharpness, he not just "witnessed" the Kui Niu Treasure shattering its bonds but also "beheld" innumerable "silk threads" extending from it, reaching out to the Primordial Spirit’s Magic Body.

Before he could respond, excruciating agony exploded from his mind's depths, chased by a torrent of faint whispers.

The infinite "silk threads" burrowed deep into the Primordial Spirit’s form, like layers of cords binding a marionette.

Zhao Sheng had erred in his judgment!

He hadn't foreseen Old Ghost Wan Xing acting so ruthlessly, denying him any shot at protest and attacking with brutal force.

At that point, a enormous upright eye abruptly loomed in the skies over the Soul Sea.

The eye turned faintly, releasing a soft, rainbow-hued glow.

Instantly, the Kui Niu Treasure expanded by countless folds, becoming a gigantic entity that spanned heaven and earth, dominating the Soul Sea's heart with aggressive intrusion.

Despite the ripping torment in his soul, Zhao Sheng gathered a wisp of divine sense, hurling it like a bolt toward the Soul Sea's abyss.

As the sense took shape and faded, waves stirred in the Soul Sea!

A plain jade tome surfaced from the depths below, piercing the waves, radiating a subtle luminescence.

Ah... Bang!

The instant the Hundred Generations Book surfaced, the upright eye shaped by Old Ghost Wan Xing let out a monstrous wail, bursting apart with a thunderous pop, then fading into nothingness.

In the following breath, Zhao Sheng, clinging to his final thread of awareness, compelled his Primordial Spirit to inch toward the Hundred Generations Book.

Right away, every "silk thread" on his frame pulled taut, hurtling back to the Kui Niu Treasure, bridging the gap at breakneck pace.

In a flash!

Just as the Kui Niu Treasure neared the Primordial Spirit’s Magic Body, Zhao Sheng summoned every ounce of his divine sense, just managing to steer the Hundred Generations Book into a forward clash.

Yet the outcome defied all expectation.

The Hundred Generations Book acted like a spectral image, slipping past the treasure as if from parallel realms.

"Oh no!"

Witnessing this, Zhao Sheng paled in horror, grasping at once that his carefully plotted defense had utterly failed.

As the Kui Niu Treasure closed in, a powerful suction yanked from the rear.

The pull was immense, hauling his Primordial Spirit rearward without cease, flinging it unwillingly toward the Kui Niu Treasure.

Zhao Sheng understood perfectly: should the Primordial Spirit get devoured by the treasure, he'd end up like an Artifact Spirit, his fate gripped by another, beyond his grasp.

Better to battle till the end than endure a fate worse than oblivion!

Zhao Sheng's mind whirled, myriad notions fusing into one piercing ray of spirit.

In that moment, the Primordial Spirit’s Magic Body contorted wildly, reshaping into a lifelike palm that lunged down hard, seizing the Broken Pen firmly.

The second the pen was seized, it stirred from dormancy, bursting forth with searing crimson radiance, where a youthful visage dimly appeared.

Boom!

The Primordial Spirit’s palm dove into the crimson glow, akin to frost plunging into a blazing inferno, contracting swiftly...

At the same time, the myriad "silk threads" submerged in the crimson aura, each tinged with a thin crimson coat.

"Let’s... die together!" Zhao Sheng clenched through the unbearable torment, igniting his entire resolve and divine sense, scarcely turning the Broken Pen a bit, its point fixed on the Kui Niu Treasure.

Exactly then, the Kui Niu Treasure smashed into the Primordial Spirit’s palm, inevitably striking the pen's nib.

Rumble!

The nib twisted, etching the word for 'death' in a streak across the treasure's core.

The instant after, vast crimson light exploded outward, engulfing the Kui Niu Treasure, the Primordial Spirit’s palm, and the Purple Mansion Soul Sea, racing along the boundless "silk threads" to parts unknown.

Amid the haze, Zhao Sheng faintly caught a piercing, anguished cry, but his awareness dimmed to nothing, the Primordial Spirit’s Magic Body crumbling and scattering from the recoil.

Concurrently, in Guiyuan Square, a fiery-red stone spire crumbled without reason, catching the eyes of passersby on the road.

Under the stunned and terrified stares of the onlookers, the ruined spire dissolved entirely, as if erased by some hidden force.

Soon after, one store after another tumbled down in sequence and blinked out of existence.

At the same time, be it inside the workshop or far within the Burial Immortal Ruins, the Divine Beast Messengers got wrapped in crimson light successively, then erased utterly by its relentless grip.

Phoenixes, Emperor Jiang, Chaos... sixteen ancient Divine Beasts met their end without warning all at once, together with the artifacts they bore.

Starting that day, Immortal Monarch Wanxing inexplicably withdrew into seclusion for years, and Guiyuan Square slowly withered away, only stirring back to life long afterward.