Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1525 - 826: Subjugation

When twilight descended, Zhao Sheng noticed the hour approaching, thus deactivating the Five Elements Mirage Cloud Formation and allowing Jun Tianxing a moment to recover his breath.

The instant the formation halted, Jun Tianxing jolted awake, as though emerging from a profound dream.

With a gloomy countenance, he surveyed his surroundings, and spotting the figure elevated above, he instinctively revealed a spark of rebellion.

"Heh heh, either kill me or let me go. In any case, I will never surrender." Despite his desperate predicament, Jun Tianxing held firm in his resistance, boldly yelling toward Zhao Sheng.

"Very well, I like that defiance in you," Zhao Sheng commented with approval.

While uttering those words, he flicked his sleeve, summoning a surge of five-hued brilliance that swiftly enveloped Jun Tianxing and hurled him into the Central Earth Mirror.

After a disorienting spin, Jun Tianxing abruptly discovered himself in a desolate, lifeless realm.

The heavens loomed dark like eternal night, the barren ground devoid of any vegetation, scattered with rough, irregular boulders.

Heh heh!

Suddenly, Jun Tianxing staggered, nearly collapsing to his knees, as an immense pressure like a towering mountain bore down on his back without warning.

Having endured a comparable burden before, he possessed some familiarity. He clenched his jaws immediately, veins protruding as he summoned every bit of his might to brace his frame, scarcely avoiding a fall.

Yet, as moments ticked by, the gravitational force of the world intensified relentlessly, soon becoming almost unbearable for Jun Tianxing.

In that instant, the shape-shifting demon abandoned all pretense of dignity, tumbling to the earth while his physique expanded dramatically in size.

Within mere breaths, a gigantic beast spanning over six hundred yards, clad in a heavenly azure hide, emerged upon the landscape.

Once his true shape was bared, Jun Tianxing hoisted his palace-like head, crimson eyes glaring, and bellowed a supremely haughty call toward the vault above.

His resonant wail carried tones of grief and torment, quaking both sky and land.

In that very moment, a streak of radiance plummeted from the firmament, alighting instantly on the colossal roc's crown and unveiling Zhao Sheng's form.

Gazing downward, Zhao Sheng appraised this formidable progeny of the ancient true spirit, offering a faint nod of evident approval.

"You wretch," Jun Tianxing gnashed his teeth, straining to remain erect while sending a furious, menacing transmission to the one overhead, "let me go at once!"

Zhao Sheng paid no heed, scrutinizing intently before swiftly executing a barrage of hand seals and reciting a timeless, expansive incantation.

In a flash, myriad talismans burst from his fingertips, morphing into luminous threads that swirled around his figure.

As time wore on, the vibrant strands proliferated, intertwining and blending of their own accord, ultimately forming cascading multicolored flows.

These luminous torrents then curved earthward, gradually fusing into the Sky Blue Roc's body and vanishing completely.

It was unclear how long had elapsed, but with the final torrent merging into the roc's skull, the abyssal eyes of the behemoth suddenly flared with prismatic glow.

Zhao Sheng drifted upward, then settled onto the terrain.

Right before him, the massive entity gradually contracted, swiftly reverting to human stature.

A robe woven of azure feathers descended, draping over Jun Tianxing's exposed form.

Jun Tianxing donned the feather robe without expression, then rose, fixing his gaze on the nearby man with eyes harboring both resentment and dread.

"Heh, are you not convinced?" Zhao Sheng let out a soft chuckle, then abruptly expelled a lone command: "Kneel!"

No sooner had the word dropped than Jun Tianxing unleashed a shrill cry of torment, then seized in violent spasms, crumpling to the ground and thrashing in anguish.

Intricate and strange markings rapidly etched across his limbs and features, while the soul-deep agony propelled him into frenzy, desperate only for release in death.

The Five Passes Heavenly Demon Curse, merging over a dozen esoteric arts including the Heart Demon Curse, Demon Refining Heart Fire Technique, and Vengeful Spirit Skill, overwhelms even a Nascent Soul demon bird.

As for Jun Tianxing, even if his sire were ensnared by the curse, submission would be unavoidable.

Nearly an hour later, Zhao Sheng noted the demon on the verge of utter ruin from the ordeal and finally halted his incantation.

Jun Tianxing's frame jerked a few times before falling utterly still and mute.

Zhao Sheng lifted a brow, then snapped a filament of lightning that struck the other's brow center.

Sizzle!

Jun Tianxing snapped to awareness, yet lay sprawled feebly on the dirt, seemingly too drained to rise.

At this sight, Zhao Sheng's lips quirked faintly, and he issued a chilly directive: "Kneel!"

The word had barely sounded when Jun Tianxing jolted as if shocked, tumbling over and springing up, pleading frantically for mercy: "Stop, stop! I yield, I yield!"

Zhao Sheng had merely feigned the act, without truly invoking the curse. Seeing the foe now "voluntarily" capitulate, he stated coolly, "Get up! From now on, I am your master. Do you understand?"

Jun Tianxing quivered, head bowed in refusal to meet eyes, murmuring deferentially, "Yes, my lord, I understand."

"My lord?"

Zhao Sheng's gaze gleamed subtly, finding the address "my lord" quite suitable.

...

Over ten days passed.

The Grand Sun sank low, fiery clouds blazing across the sky, casting a sanguine, muted yellow glow that bathed the Heavenly Rift Valley.

A colossal silver-white vessel lurked within the valley's cleft, its onboard surveillance and detection arrays humming at peak efficiency, unceasingly monitoring motions across hundreds of miles.

Lord Zhao sat in meditative pose atop the vast ship, a crystalline longsword like flowing water laid across his knees, the blade humming softly at intervals with vibrant energy, akin to a living entity.

Suddenly, twin shafts of divine radiance pierced from Lord Zhao's eyes, and he sharply tilted his head toward the western horizon.