nyslfriends Chapter 1700 The Fall of the Island Relocation: Suspicion!
Chapter 1700 The Fall of the Island Relocation: Suspicion!
however!
Beneath the calm, placid mask of the Island-Moving Venerable lies a despairing abyss capable of overturning the universe and devouring all living beings.
The chilling intent of death silently seeped into his final Dao heart.
It was a plan that had been brewing for millennia, a scheme that had been meticulously crafted.
Countless struggles that teetered on the edge of life and death were shattered and reduced to dust before this irresistible torrent of fate.
That glimmer of light leading to the other shore of enlightenment was eventually extinguished.
"That's fine..."
A barely audible sigh seemed to drain the last vestige of his life.
It also drained away all the remaining warmth and hope from this body.
That sigh, light as dust, yet heavier than a thousand pounds, carried the full sorrow and resentment of a hero's end.
"Since Heaven has not favored me, and you do not wish for my life..."
He raised his eyes, and the calm gaze that once held the wisdom and strategy of mountains and rivers was suddenly ignited, burning with a madness that would destroy everything and destroy everything in its path!
"Then you won't have an easy time either!"
Om-!
A destructive will, purer and more resolute than the previous self-destruction illusion, carrying an aura of utter annihilation.
Like molten lava that had been accumulating for millions of years, it suddenly erupted from the depths of his broken body!
No more running away!
The dim, struggling beam of light suddenly froze.
Then, with an irrational and ferocious attitude, it changed direction and advanced instead of retreating!
The Island-Moving Venerable, this peerless giant who ruled over two races, completely burned the last remaining primordial laws and essence of flesh and blood within his body!
Every inch of bone and muscle was transformed into pure energy amidst the wailing, and every wisp of soul was condensed into a destructive will amidst the pain.
He transformed into a desperate shooting star with a long, luminous tail!
That luminous tail was the final, intense burning of the flame of life.
It is the poignant trajectory of the collapse of the very essence of the laws, carrying an indomitable and tragic momentum toward annihilation.
It crashed headlong into the terrifying, seemingly eternally existing demon god in front of it—
High Priest of the Purgatory Clan!
This sudden reversal!
This is a resolute act that rejects all paths to survival and exists solely for destruction!
Even the high priest, who had been so confident of victory as if toying with a caged mouse, slightly narrowed his icy, towering eyes that looked down upon all living beings!
His massive, mountain-like body, the embodiment of power that seemed capable of supporting the entire Forbidden Sea, experienced an extremely brief, almost imperceptible, sluggishness!
Deep within the void interlayer.
Cheng Buzheng, who had been concealing his aura like a shadow and witnessing this earth-shattering battle that shook the forbidden sea, couldn't help but feel a huge surge of emotions in his primordial spirit sea!
He clearly captured the point of destructive flame deep within the eyes of the Island-Moving Venerable, a flame powerful enough to scorch through the void;
They also keenly caught the fleeting yet real flicker of surprise on the high priest's enormous figure.
A complex and indescribable feeling, like a cold tide, quietly washed over his primordial spirit's sea of consciousness, carrying a heavy sigh:
"After this battle, both the demon race and the human race poured their resources and top-tier forces into this place."
And so... utterly annihilated!
Cheng Buzheng sighed silently.
His deep eyes reflected the destructive light of the outside world, and he thought helplessly to himself:
"I wonder if these old monsters and giants who have ruled their respective regions and dominated the world for thousands of years ever foresaw this when they stepped into this forbidden sea shrouded in greed and desire..."
How did it come to this near-total annihilation and complete annihilation?
The so-called 'great opportunity' that stirred up the storm between the two races and attracted the covetous eyes of many Nascent Soul stage monsters ultimately became their desolate graveyard.
It began here, and it will end here.
Have you ever felt even a sliver of regret?
A little late to realize? "
His sigh hadn't even completely dissipated from his mind yet...
boom--! ! !
An unprecedentedly terrifying roar suddenly erupted!
It was no ordinary sonic boom, but an ultimate roar powerful enough to shatter stars, silence the endless void, and disrupt the laws of nature!
That single point of light, symbolizing the final, desperate will and power of the Island-Moving Venerable, touched the High Priest's defenses the instant...
Like a supernova reaching its end, it bursts forth with a deafening roar!
In an instant,
A "star" made entirely of destructive energy was born out of thin air!
An endless, violent surge of energy tore through space, and a raging energy storm swept in all directions, with shattered fragments of space shooting out like a cold rain of death!
Everything, including the Island-Moving Venerable's lifelong cultivation, flesh and blood, and divine will, was completely integrated into this ultimate eruption.
It transformed into a terrifying pillar of light that swept across the eight directions and six realms, devouring and annihilating all colors and light!
The power that erupts from its core is enough to terrify any Nascent Soul stage monster, making them want to avoid it at all costs!
The entire eastern part of the Forbidden Sea seemed to be gripped, torn apart, and then crushed by an invisible yet world-destroying giant hand!
Light devoured all colors, sound devoured all silence, leaving only a chaotic background of rampant energy!
The aftershocks subsided, the brilliance faded...
That area was completely flattened, its spatial structure twisted like shattered glass.
In the end, only the raging void turbulence and the enormous spatial rift, as vast as the maw of an abyss, remained at the center of the battlefield.
Only two things remained stubbornly suspended, testifying to the terror that had just occurred.
One was a colossal giant, its aura slightly disordered, its massive body resembling a mountain range, with fine yet menacing cracks appearing on it, and its once thick, tangible crimson light appearing somewhat dim.
High Priest of the Purgatory Clan.
His enormous hand, covered in strange runes and seemingly capable of crushing stars, appeared to have just been withdrawn from his body. Faint traces of the laws that had forcefully resisted the destructive impact remained on his palm, and wisps of annihilation energy were still eroding it.
His gaze, as cold as ancient ice, swept indifferently over the core area of the explosion, as if confirming some kind of end.
And elsewhere...
Not far from the giant's feet, in the chaotic void, a miniature river, shrunk countless times, flowed with clear, misty water—
【Wanxiang Qingyuan River】.
This unparalleled treasure floated silently, like a lonely soul that had lost its owner.
The spiritual aura surrounding it appeared somewhat dim.
The once clear and rushing river rippled slightly, like a low sob, as if silently mourning its recently departed master.
The rushing water sounded exceptionally clear in the eerily silent void.
It also exudes a deep-seated desolation and loneliness.
Aside from this peerless treasure, somewhat weakened but still possessing an unfathomable power, and now without its master, all traces of the once-powerful Island-Moving Venerable—the traces of his existence—
The fluctuations of the soul
The breath of life
Even his last shred of unwillingness...
They were all completely erased from this void by that final and most thorough self-destruction.
So clean, as if he had never existed in this vast world.
Once a master strategist who could devise flawless plans, stirred up storms and left a formidable reputation among both humans and demons, a powerful figure who wielded the [Myriad Manifestations Clear Source River] with unparalleled might, capable of churning up rivers and seas—
The Venerable One Who Moves Islands.
Thus, he completely perished.
Both body and spirit perish, returning to nothingness.
The void is silent!
Only that lonely, long river, amidst the chaotic turbulent energy currents, emitted a continuous lament.
Like a final elegy for the world, it sadly bears witness to the tragic end of a powerful figure who once stirred up the winds of history.
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See this scene.
Cheng Buzheng's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of a pinhead!
An extremely strong sense of crisis and a greedy desire simultaneously seized his mind!
His eyes, shimmering with dark golden light and seemingly capable of piercing through spatial barriers, were fixed on the figure in the void whose aura had slightly diminished but remained as majestic as a mountain, radiating overwhelming ferocity.
Simultaneously,
An unprecedented and immense temptation—
The Myriad Manifestations Pure Source River, which was suspended at the giant's feet and had lost its master, strongly impacted his Dao heart!
Cheng Buzheng, hidden deep within the spatial interlayer, involuntarily tensed all the muscles in his body instantly!
The wide hem of the Taoist robe moved automatically and rustled even without wind.
This is an outward sign that the magical power within him is surging due to intense emotional fluctuations!
Even the extremely thin particles of free spiritual energy in the void around him seemed to sense the turbulent waves in his heart, and began to tremble and buzz violently!
"The time has come; it's time to make our move!"
"Moreover, we must launch a thunderous attack immediately to completely trap them!"
Otherwise... the consequences would be unimaginable!
The thought flashed through my mind like lightning.
Yes, Cheng Buzheng was all too aware of the terrifying nature of Nascent Soul cultivators.
I know all too well how troublesome these things are!
Even if it's a sneak attack when the opponent has just experienced a devastating self-destruction and seems to have exhausted all their resources?
That was a perilous situation with a nine-out-of-ten chance of death!
One wrong move and you're doomed!
The spiritual senses of a Nascent Soul cultivator are truly more acute than imagined!
The premonition of crisis and the control over space were almost instinctive.
A sneak attack in the conventional sense is simply a pipe dream for such beings; it's an impossible mission!
However, he was imbued with the supreme concealment power of the [Nirvana Heart Sutra]—
[State of Annihilation]!
Theoretically, all fluctuations and leaks of energy have been cut off, so there's no need to go to great lengths to conceal one's whereabouts.
but!
"Planning for defeat before calculating victory" is a habit ingrained in Cheng Buzheng's bones.
The more critical the moment, the more necessary it is to think things through thoroughly and consider all possible variables.
Think about this.
A worrying, gloomy problem inevitably surfaced in Cheng Buzheng's mind:
What if... we fail to trap the High Priest in the deadly formation during this once-in-a-lifetime, fleeting moment?
Then his fate will definitely be no better than that of the Island-Moving Venerable who was annihilated in both body and soul!
It could even be more tragic!
Cheng Buzheng understood this perfectly well.
The Island-Moving Venerable was able to suppress the ancestor of the Purgatory Clan with his world-shaking array that separated the two seas during his lifetime, even until his death...
Even that progenitor from the spirit world didn't seem to make much of a splash!
otherwise,
The two core participants in plotting against the progenitor of the Purgatory Clan, the Island-Moving Venerable and the High Priest, could not possibly still maintain such astonishing combat power.
Even after the fierce battle, he is still full of energy and shows no signs of being severely injured by the progenitor's counterattack.
This in itself is eerie!
But the more bizarre key point is:
At the critical moment of life and death, why did the Island-Moving Venerable, who held such an astonishing trump card, ultimately not use the power of this world-shaking formation to suppress the High Priest?
The answer to this unusual behavior becomes obvious with just a little bold and calm speculation:
Not bad!
Based on Cheng Buzheng's meticulous and thorough reasoning:
The core authority of this extraordinary array, which suppressed the Primordial Ancestor of Purgatory and whose power was sufficient to seal off the two realms, was by no means solely held by the Island Moving Venerable.
The high priest must have also controlled a crucial part of the authority!
Moreover, its access level is by no means peripheral; it is very likely at the core level!
It might even rival the Venerable One Who Moves Islands!
Otherwise, given the cunning and shrewdness of the Island-Moving Venerable and his will to survive in dire straits, he would never have given up using this great formation, the only huge advantage that could turn the tide!
This completely contradicts his logic and survival instincts.
It was Cheng Buzheng who discerned and deduced this point...
Only then did he realize with absolute clarity—
The High Priest absolutely controls some of the core permissions of this world-shaking formation!
It's as if He holds an invisible get-out-of-jail-free card!
This is why the Island-Moving Venerable had a treasure mountain but couldn't use it, and could only desperately self-destruct in the face of the High Priest's ultimate attack.
same!
It is precisely because the High Priest himself holds the core authority over the grand formation, possessing the ability to invoke or even counter it at any time, that this serves as the ultimate guarantee.
That's why He dared to so recklessly and aggressively kill the Island-Moving Venerable who controlled another part of the authority!
If all authority over this formation falls under the control of the Island-Moving Venerable...
How dare the High Priest be so unscrupulous?
That was a situation that was simply unimaginable!
Therefore, Cheng Buzheng knew perfectly well:
Want to snatch chestnuts from the fire, to cleverly seize this incredible opportunity—
The Wanxiang Qingyuan River, and many more, have lost their master...
The high priest must be trapped immediately upon activating the killing move, completely severing his connection with the world-shaking array!
This prevents it from activating even the slightest bit of the grand array's authority!
Once the other party reacts, even if only for a fleeting moment...
Forget about trapping the opponent; this hidden oriole is more likely to be instantly suppressed and crushed by the opponent's earth-shattering array power!
In that split second of a thought...
hum!
The space between Cheng Buzheng rippled slightly, and a figure with a blank expression and stiff body appeared out of thin air without warning.
In this regard.
Cheng Buzheng showed no surprise whatsoever. Instead, he calmed down slightly and began to examine the figure with great interest.
Not bad!
This "monk" had a face like a stone sculpture and an expression so numb it was almost unreadable.
If you sense it closely, you can perceive a strange, empty feeling that is neither alive nor dead permeating its body.
Most fatally, this person showed absolutely no signs of vitality, resembling more of an exquisitely crafted, lifelike living puppet.
In fact, this is not a living puppet.
The method of creating living puppets is contrary to the laws of nature and violates Cheng Buzheng's bottom line of Daoist principles.
Therefore, he had never practiced such evil and mysterious arts.
However, if there is a readily available and suitable "tool"...
...(End of this chapter)