nyslfriends Chapter 1697 Standoff, the Power of the True Body!
Chapter 1697 Standoff, the Power of the True Body!
finally!
Cheng Buzheng still couldn't find a single record related to it.
If there were even the slightest rumor, he might be able to connect it to the method used by the High Priest, which was precisely the method for forging a Law-based Treasure Body.
But there really isn't one.
What sent chills down Cheng Buzheng's spine even further was:
"If the High Priest had possessed such an incredible trump card all along, why would he have held back until now?!"
He had not revealed a single sign of life or death during the previous several life-or-death crises!
This cunning, this patience, is simply... terrifying!
The island-moving lord's elaborate schemes and the high priest's hidden talents—two terrifying forces far exceeding his expectations—collided violently at this moment!
The situation suddenly became unpredictable, and the outcome was uncertain!
Cheng Buzheng's initial secret joy at "the fisherman reaping the benefits" stemmed from the "fight between the snipe and the clam."
It was like being doused with a bucket of ice water, instantly cooling me down.
He frowned, and his palms were unconsciously sweating.
Faced with these two monsters who have unleashed all their trump cards and whose combat power has soared to unimaginable heights, regardless of who ultimately wins, what awaits him...
Is there still a chance to "snatch chestnuts from the fire" and obtain that "great opportunity" that could propel him forward by leaps and bounds?
At this moment, the future seemed shrouded in a thick gloom, becoming distant and unattainable, even...
It is fraught with deadly danger!
This epic battle, which concerns the survival of multiple Nascent Soul cultivators and stirs up the winds and clouds of the endless seas, has already exceeded his initial expectations.
And it's sliding into an abyss that no one can control...
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at the same time.
In the depths of that void, torn apart by golden light and crimson, the towering giant suddenly let out a roar that shook the very stars!
The sound waves transformed into tangible, crimson ripples, sweeping outwards.
"Roar--!"
The colossal body, resembling an ancient divine mountain, suddenly unleashed an even more terrifying aura, as if a slumbering ancient beast had been fully awakened.
The crimson runes surrounding His body instantly lit up, like billions of miniature suns burning and flowing across His surface.
Those two mountain-like giant fists, carrying the power to shatter stars, smashed out with a speed beyond the limits of perception!
“Bang!
BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!
Wherever the fist strikes, space is annihilated!
Each punch precisely met the towering crimson lightning pouring down from the crimson sky net.
That blood lightning was no ordinary lightning; it was formed from the primordial power of the Blood Fiend of Purgatory. It was as thick as a pillar supporting the sky, with a deep, almost black color, and exuded a chilling deathly aura and a foul stench that could freeze one's soul.
The fist energy clashed violently with the blood lightning!
Each collision was like two ancient stars crashing head-on in the void!
A blinding burst of light instantly engulfed the point of impact!
Blazing white, scarlet, dark gold...
The destructive energy waves, like an out-of-control torrent, exploded and swept outwards in circles and layers!
The void was mercilessly torn apart, twisted, and crushed, then forcibly mended by violent energy, forming a chaotic, bizarre, and terrifying realm.
The blood-red lightning poured down like the Milky Way from the heavens, and crashed down endlessly like a world-ending hailstorm!
however,
The giant, however, stood like an ancient divine mountain, unmoved even in a storm.
The crimson light barrier formed by His fists was airtight and indestructible!
No matter how violently the blood lightning raged, not a single bolt could penetrate the absolute barrier composed of pure power and intrude within three feet of the giant!
Looking from afar...
The area where the giant once stood has been transformed into a cosmic singularity of eternal explosion!
Countless orbs of light were born, expanded, and destroyed amidst a deafening roar, rendering that void even more dazzling than the most magnificent galaxy.
However, beneath this extreme "brilliance" lies an absolute death zone that can instantly turn those below the Nascent Soul stage into ashes, and even the primordial spirit cannot escape!
Even the void rifts swept by the aftershocks of energy exuded a terrifying aura that disrupted the laws of heaven and earth.
Beyond the Crimson Skynet...
The four directions are empty, and the "Desolate Cauldron" suppresses the four extremes, forming the core of this prison.
The Island-Moving Venerable, whose figure constantly shifted between reality and illusion, stood firmly on the river of laws, coldly watching the blood-red giant in the formation who was frantically counterattacking.
At this moment, the recoil force emanating from the center of the formation was like an enraged ancient beast slamming wildly against its cage.
The fierce confrontation has subtly reached a stalemate, and even...
The power that should have been worn away did not seem to have diminished as expected?
Faced with this ominous sign, the Venerable One of the Island Moving did not show any worry in his deep and unfathomable eyes. Instead, a hint of all-knowing, almost cold "joy" quietly flashed across his eyes.
The thoughts in my heart flowed like an icy river:
'really!
It also hides such a desperate trump card...
No wonder he was able to climb to such a high position in the Purgatory Clan.
snort!
Fortunately, I always plan ahead and anticipated your backup plan. This 'Four Extremes Formation' is precisely for your desperate struggle!
The terrifying combat power that the High Priest has unleashed has indeed exceeded his initial expectations.
This force was so powerful and domineering that it almost shook the foundation of the great formation supported by the blood essence of the four cauldrons!
But the Venerable One Who Moved the Island was certain in his heart:
'The more they struggle, the more frantic they become… the happier I am!'
This is by no means due to a twisted mentality.
Rather, he deeply understood the profound truths of the universe—
Any secret technique or supernatural power that can instantly boost one's strength to such an extent must have its limits!
The more violent and frequent the outbreaks, the shorter the duration they can last!
This is the shackle of the laws of heaven and earth, which cannot be defied.
The higher the High Priest's power is now, the more overwhelming his influence will become. But what will happen when his secret technique reaches its limit, or when his foundation is excessively drained?
It will only become more tragic and utterly hopeless!
The Island-Moving Venerable absolutely refused to believe that a crippled body whose very essence had been severely depleted could still turn the tide in his meticulously planned killing trap after such an overdraft.
Moreover, before setting up this "Four Great Formations", he had already consumed a considerable portion of the opponent's Law Origin through continuous harassment.
This giant should be at his last gasp!
however……
Time slipped away quietly amidst the deafening roar and blinding explosions.
The island-moving venerable one's face held a calm and ruthless "joy" amidst an air of complete control.
Like being frozen by frost, it slowly solidifies and peels off.
Instead, there was an increasingly heavy atmosphere and...
A barely perceptible hint of surprise!
His brows were so furrowed that they almost formed a deep "川" (river) character.
'wrong!
That's completely wrong!
The warning signs in my heart grew louder and louder, like a beating drum.
'With the injury to His very essence, even if He had extraordinary abilities, His power should be declining like a river flowing by, showing obvious signs of weakening!'
But this…
The Island-Moving Venerable's divine sense was locked onto the figure within the formation, whose ferocity remained undiminished and whose blood-red light soared into the sky. The destructive shockwaves unleashed by each punch were even stronger than those at the initial eruption...
They seem exactly the same?
It's even... a bit more refined?
This cannot be explained by secret techniques or supernatural powers!
Unless… what He lost wasn't fundamentally his source?!
An absurd yet increasingly clear thought, like a cold, poisonous thorn, pierced the depths of the Island-Moving Venerable's consciousness.
After a long period of observation, and repeated scanning and deduction of the formation's feedback using divine sense...
The cold heart of the Island-Moving Venerable finally sank.
'Miscalculation!'
This fiend actually possesses a means to evade the danger of its own essence being depleted?!
The situation has exceeded his worst expectations!
This stalemate is not the other party's doomsday countdown, but rather a Damocles' sword hanging over one's own head!
An unprecedented chill crept silently down the back of the Island-Moving Venerable.
He realized that, at this moment, besides continuing to activate the "Four Great Extremes Formation" and using the immense bloodthirsty power accumulated within it to gradually wear down and counteract the opponent's seemingly inexhaustible and terrifying power...
There was no more effective means to suppress or kill him instantly!
This stalemate and war of attrition became his only option!
But the scales of victory seem to be tipping dangerously low...
At the same time, in the formation.
That golden giant wielding world-destroying fists—
The High Priest, in the depths of his enormous eyes, swiftly passed the figure standing on the river of laws at the edge of the crimson sky net, in the brief moment between deflecting another wave of blood lightning.
A cold, mocking look, like that of someone looking at a caged beast, flashed briefly in the deepest recesses of his eyes.
'snort!
The old man who moved the island...
You must have noticed something amiss by now, right?
Unfortunately, it's too late!
Your schemes are all within my sight!
Not bad!
The high priest was more perceptive in noticing the subtle changes than the island-moving venerable one.
The torrent of blood-red lightning cascading overhead was still terrifying in its power, but the High Priest, with his "Blood God True Body" and his ultimate insight into the nature of energy, had already sensed it—
The destructive core contained within each bolt of blood lightning, the bloodthirsty power originating from the very source of purgatory, is being released at an extremely slow yet unwavering pace...
Reduce!
The foundation supporting this grand formation lies within the four replica "Desolate Cauldrons," where the bloodthirsty essence is accumulated...
It's probably almost depleted!
Even if it's not completely depleted, it won't exceed half.
Just hold on a little longer... just a little longer!
When the blood-red lightning transforms into a gentle breeze and drizzle…
The high priest's killing intent was so solid that it was almost tangible. The giant fist that was smashing down wildly was actually gathering more power, and each strike was filled with the determination to tear the sky apart!
'That will be the day I tear open this cage and take your dog's head!'
A hidden space within the void.
Cheng Buzheng's gaze pierced through layers of spatial storms, firmly locking onto this earth-shattering duel.
The subtle changes in the situation did not escape his calculating eyes.
Tsk!
Judging from this momentum, it will be at most another fifteen minutes…
Cheng Buzheng was calculating rapidly in his mind, his fingertips unconsciously creating a tiny ripple in space.
'If the high priest's blessing on combat power can be maintained...'
The grand formation that the old man who moved the island painstakingly set up is about to become a huge joke!
Once the blood essence is exhausted, the great formation will surely break!
At that time...
He could almost see the great formation collapse, the Island-Moving Venerable exposed to the giant's fist, and the tragic scene of being crushed into dust by that magnificent divine power.
'Wouldn't it be wonderful if these two could fight to the death... and both perish?'
An extremely tempting thought began to grow and spread in Cheng Buzheng's heart.
The mere thought of this opportunity to reap the benefits of both sides, and to monopolize the legacy left behind by both, made his Dao heart tremble slightly.
But reason immediately poured over him like ice water:
'pity…
The possibility is as slim as a candle flickering in the wind!
Almost nothing…
Cheng Buzheng sighed inwardly, filled with deep regret and vigilance.
'Regardless of who ultimately survives, even if their fundamental laws are severely damaged,'
But it would also be an absolutely enormous problem.
"The possibility of seizing this opportunity by chance..."
difficult!
It's as difficult as climbing to heaven!
···
Deep in the distant True Dragon Sea.
Through layers of secret projections, Yu Twelve, who was "watching the battle," slowly curled up a smile of interest.
His eyes shone with a divine light that seemed to see through everything.
'interesting……
That's absolutely hilarious!
The divine sense of Prison Twelve was like a cold tentacle, carefully savoring every energy fluctuation transmitted from the battlefield.
'It seems that this traitorous slave's mastery of the Blood God True Body has far exceeded my previous expectations!'
He is by no means a novice!
Otherwise... it would have been impossible to sustain this for so long with any remaining strength!
He saw it clearly.
The strength of the Blood God True Body lies in how much "power of law" it can contain and control.
Those who are new to this method have limited capacity to bear the power of the laws in their "true body".
But at this moment, the giant in the formation was able to use pure law power to withstand and neutralize the endless, world-destroying blood lightning driven by the "blood fiend origin" without being at a disadvantage!
What an enormous and pure reserve of the power of laws this requires?
What terrifying level of cultivation would one need to reach in the [Blood God True Body] to possess such profound "foundation"?
Twelve of Prisons was well aware of the differences:
Although the power of laws is slightly inferior to the origin of laws in essence, the difference in their power is not absolute.
The vast and powerful force of the laws is enough to make up for that slight difference in level!
The key lies in "quantity"!
Large quantity means great power!
What convinced Twelve of the traitorous slave's absolute victory was—
Even now, the giant's body is still filled with pure fluctuations of the power of law!
The "source of laws" at the core of its life, belonging to a Nascent Soul cultivator, seemed to have been completely untouched!
'The fundamental source remains intact, yet one diminishes while the other grows...'
The consciousness of Prison Twelve coldly delivered its verdict.
'Once the blood-fiend power inside the four cauldrons supporting the formation weakens to a critical point, the cage will shatter and the tiger and rhinoceros will be released!'
At that time, if the human child does not possess extraordinary abilities to reverse the course of events…
The winner of this game is already decided!
As if confirming the verdict of Prison Twelve, the battlefield situation is changing once again!
The crimson giant's fist became increasingly ferocious, like billions of golden meteors shooting upwards against the heavens, tearing apart the blood thunder storm!
A massive fist, imbued with the full power of the body, forcefully broke through the layers of lightning nets, containing a will that could shake the heavens and earth, and slammed heavily onto the blood-red net that covered the sky and earth!
"Boom——!!!"
A dull, heart-stopping bang!
Although it failed to tear through the Heavenly Net, this punch, powerful enough to shatter stars, finally did not disappear without a trace!
The crimson net trembled violently, like the surface of a stagnant pool after a boulder has been thrown in...
It stirred up clearly visible ripples of energy!
That seemingly indestructible facade began to show signs of faltering for the first time!
Blood splattered from the giant's eyes!
A fierce killing intent, determined to win, surged and boiled like volcanic lava!
...(End of this chapter)