nyslfriends Chapter 1690 The Desperate Roar of Traitors and Ancestors!
Chapter 1690 The Desperate Roar of Traitors and Ancestors!
Almost at the same time that the Crimson Rune appeared...
The Island-Moving Venerable seemed to have practiced this countless times before, his hands flashing as he formed the profound hand seals that he had been preparing for a long time!
hum!
The surface of that enormous cage, where the golden light surged and imprisoned the progenitor, was once a seamless, ever-flowing barrier of light...
Suddenly, grooves appeared, each one perfectly matching the size and shape of the crimson runes!
The appearance of these grooves is not random.
Instead, accompanied by an extremely subtle yet profound hum, countless intricate and complex golden patterns, like living vines, appeared.
It spreads rapidly outward from each groove as the center!
In the blink of an eye, a grand and mysterious magic circle pattern was drawn on the surface of the huge cage!
What's most chilling is the sheer number, thickness, and direction of these newly formed golden veins...
It was perfectly aligned with the delicate crimson chains of law that wrapped around the surface of each bloody rune!
It's as if they are two sides of the same coin, the yin and yang keys of the same lock!
Click!
Click! Click!
As a series of crisp, eerie sounds, like the clicking of a finely tuned mechanism, rang out...
One by one, the crimson runes were precisely embedded into the grooves on the surface of the cage!
at the same time.
The crimson chains wrapped around the rune surface seemed to have found their home, stretching and spreading out on their own!
It overlapped and merged perfectly with the golden patterns that had just appeared on the surface of the cage!
Om-! ! !
In an instant, the entire golden cage erupted with an unprecedented and shocking brilliance!
The golden radiance, originally pure, sacred, and imbued with binding power, was now tainted by the embedded crimson runes and the blood-gold patterns fused with them…
It instantly became eerie and sinister!
The golden and red light flowed and intertwined on the surface of the cage like living things, emitting a mixed aura of law that was both incredibly powerful and strangely unparalleled!
It's as if an ancient ferocious beast that has been sleeping for hundreds of millions of years is being slowly awakened by this bloody key!
The Primordial Ancestor of Purgatory, inside the cage, clearly sensed that the nature of the cage that originally suppressed Him had changed!
His enormous pupils, burning with blood flames, reflected this strange pattern of interwoven gold and red, revealing for the first time a hint of solemnity besides anger!
the other side,
The Forbidden Sea, the desolate depths of the void.
Several towering figures, as majestic as mountains, floated silently in the turbulent void.
Their sharp, jagged horns gleamed with a dark golden light, standing like statues of ancient gods. Yet their gazes pierced through endless spatial barriers, fixed on the distant sea at the edge of the void, a sea completely swallowed by dazzling golden light.
There, a crimson sun that once shone upon the Forbidden Sea, radiating endless violence and destruction, is visibly dimming and shrinking...
Finally, like a candle flame extinguished by an invisible giant hand, it went out completely with a "poof"!
The last glimmer of blood-red light, struggling against all resistance, merged into the vast and sacred golden radiance, leaving no trace.
A deathly silence enveloped this void.
The expressions of the several Nascent Soul demon lords of the Golden Dragon Clan grew increasingly solemn as the blood sun was completely annihilated.
It was as if covered by a layer of frost that had lasted for millennia.
The surging void energy around them seemed to be frozen by the heavy aura emanating from them.
The old demon lord at the head, whose hair was already white and whose aura was the most weathered, swallowed hard and finally broke the suffocating silence.
His wrinkled eyes twitched slightly, and his gaze turned to the most unfathomable Nether Sea Demon Lord beside him. His voice was hoarse, with a barely perceptible tremor:
"The Dark Sea...that crimson sun just now..."
He paused, as if uttering that name required immense courage.
"whether……?"
Before he finished speaking, his intentions were already obvious.
In an instant, the gazes of the other Golden Dragon Clan Nascent Soul Demon Lords, like tangible probes, all focused on the calm and unmoving face of the Underworld Sea Demon Lord.
Although the terrible suspicion deep within had taken hold like a poisonous vine, reason was still screaming frantically—
That's impossible! Absolutely impossible!
If that crimson sun, symbolizing the power of the Infernal Clan's top experts, were to truly perish...
Who does that vast golden light, which fights against it and completely extinguishes it, represent?
Could it be...
Not long ago, two Nascent Soul cultivators from different races were easily suppressed by that mysterious senior, treated like fish on a chopping board?!
absurd!
incredible!
Just moments ago...
The once-powerful old monsters of both races were still trembling under the terrifying pressure of the Purgatory Clan's ancestor.
If it weren't for some unknown reason, their Golden Dragon Clan hadn't received a "pardon" from that senior.
Their fate at this moment is probably no different from those who were imprisoned; they will become prisoners.
Even... sacrificial offerings!
How could the situation have taken such a dramatic turn?
This is an absolute 180-degree reversal that defies all expectations!
Not to mention the other Nascent Soul stage demon lords who couldn't accept it...
Even the Demon Lord of the Underworld, whose mind was as firm as a rock, had a trace of indescribable confusion flash through the depths of his eyes at this moment.
However, the blood-red sun, in its final moments before dissipating, emitted a unique, bone-deep, violent, and bloodthirsty fluctuation of law that belonged solely to the Purgatory Clan…
It is as real and undeniable as a brand, impossible to fake!
The silence continued to spread in the void, so oppressive that it was almost suffocating.
a long time,
The Demon Lord of the Underworld Sea spoke slowly, his voice deep and resonant, like the surging currents of the deep sea, each word carrying a heavy weight:
"Even I... do not know what dramatic changes have occurred?"
He slightly raised his eyelids, his deep gaze sweeping over each of his kinsmen present. His eyes were sharp as knives, as if they could pierce through any trace of hope in their hearts.
"But... that crimson sun, its origin is undoubtedly the work of the Purgatory Clan!"
The words had barely left his lips when
The Demon Lord of the Underworld's lips curled into a faint, yet deeply sarcastic, smile as his gaze swept over the faces of his kin, whose expressions shifted.
"What's wrong? Everyone... are you itching to get started?"
Do you want to go to that place of trouble and see this earth-shattering 'excitement' with your own eyes?
Or perhaps you want to... offer timely help, adding insult to injury for those two races' "comrades"?
He deliberately emphasized the words "fellow traveler" and "adding flowers to brocade," his cold sarcasm almost undisguised.
Then, his tone abruptly changed, becoming extremely stern, like a thunderclap in the ears of the demon lords:
"If you truly harbor such thoughts... I urge you all to extinguish them immediately!"
The Demon Lord of the Underworld stepped forward, his demonic aura surging subtly, carrying a strong warning:
"That golden light was indeed vast and boundless in power, sacred and majestic!"
But...who dares to assert that it necessarily originated from fellow Daoists of both races?!
He pointed sharply to the sea at the edge of the void, still gleaming with golden light, like a divine punishment descending, his voice rising, carrying a soul-piercing question.
Furthermore!
Ask yourselves honestly!
Could it truly be achieved by relying solely on... those Nascent Soul cultivators of the two races who have already been suppressed or have miraculously survived...?
Such earth-shattering power, capable of causing even the mighty Purgatory Clan to perish...?!
boom--!
These words were like a sudden awakening, or a chilling wind from the depths of hell, instantly dispelling the last vestige of hope in the hearts of the demon lords!
A colder, more terrifying, and more despairing answer, like the gaping maw of an abyss, suddenly opened in their minds!
The white-haired demon lord's pupils suddenly contracted, and he exclaimed in shock:
"The Dark Sea!"
You...you mean...
...That golden array...it wasn't made by cultivators from either race at all...
Instead, it was... that... senior?!
He...He did it for..."
He dared not say anything more; fear gripped his throat.
"exactly!"
Another old demon lord, whose hair and beard were also completely white, immediately chimed in, his voice carrying a weariness and chill as if he had seen through the cruel truth.
"Nine times out of ten, it's that senior dealing with those imprisoned 'spoils of war'!"
Perhaps the methods of demons from the lower realms cannot directly utilize the body and fundamental laws of a Nascent Soul cultivator?
But that person…
His eyes revealed a deep awe and fear of the methods used by the higher realms.
"...The powerful beings from the upper realm possess secret techniques that reach the heavens, which are beyond the comprehension of us mere insects from the lower realm."
Stripping, refining... or even... devouring?
What's impossible about it?!
"Not bad!"
Another fierce-looking demon lord echoed in a deep, rumbling voice, like muffled thunder, conveying a sense of powerlessness against absolute power.
"The Upper Realm is vast and boundless, with countless powerful beings, and countless strange and unorthodox methods!"
Imprisoning, stripping away, and refining the essence of a mere lower-level deity...
For that being, it would be as easy as turning one's hand!
"Hmm...that makes sense..."
"This 'excitement' is actually a death warrant! Don't get involved in it even a little!"
"Seconded!"
"..."
After a brief silence, a consensus was quickly reached.
That place, radiant with golden light, was no longer seen as a potential land of life by the demon lords, but had become a cold and cruel...refining ground!
"Excellent!"
"The best course of action is for us to stay here and await your return, senior!"
The white-haired old demon lord sighed and made his final decision.
The other demon lords nodded in agreement, their eyes filled with lingering fear and relief.
See this.
The Demon Lord of the Underworld nodded in satisfaction, his gaze once again fixed on the distant and dangerous golden sea, his voice low and resolute:
"In that case, what happens over there... is none of our business."
Calm down...and wait.
He slowly closed his eyes, suppressing the last trace of emotional turmoil, and fell silent like a rock.
Meanwhile, at the edge of the void, at the core of the golden storm—
The cage that imprisoned the progenitor of the Purgatory Clan is currently undergoing a heart-stopping upheaval.
On the surface of the cage, the originally distinct golden and red lights now intertwined, entangled, and merged wildly like boiling lava!
Those eerie, blood-red runes greedily eroded the golden patterns.
It took root deeply, just like a living thing, and eventually became completely integrated with the entire golden cage, inseparable from it!
The color of the cage also changed to an eerie and heavy dark gold-blood color!
Amidst the swirling, rushing river in the void, the figure of the Island-Moving Venerable silently appeared.
His aura at this moment was completely different from before. Although he was still only in the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, his composure in controlling everything and the burning ambition deep in his eyes were eye-catching.
He and the high priest opposite him, whose figure was also revealed and whose blood-red robes billowed, gazed at each other across the distance.
No words needed.
With a single glance, two souls who had been plotting for a thousand years instantly reached their final understanding!
Almost simultaneously, the two of them flipped their hands, forming complex and ancient hand seals that contained terrifying absorption power!
Two overwhelming and unstoppable forces of law, like two awakened evil dragons, roared and poured into the cage that had transformed into a dark gold and blood color!
Buzz—Rumble—!
The entire cage trembled violently, emitting a deep, long hum!
Its form remains unchanged, but its inherent laws and attributes have undergone a complete reversal!
The overwhelming and sacred power of suppression receded like a tide, replaced by something else...
Plunder! Devour! Refine!
An aura of extreme evil!
This aura is cold, viscous, and greedy, filled with a thirst for all primal power!
Even the golden lightning that once represented the punishment of heaven and earth, constantly striking down, had vanished without a trace.
It was as if they were being devoured and assimilated by this newly born, even more terrifying, power of law!
Inside the cage—
Almost at the same moment, the massive demonic body of the Purgatory Clan's progenitor suddenly stiffened!
His eyes, burning with crimson flames, instantly erupted with unbelievable shock and rage...
A trace of fear originating from the depths of the soul!
“Asshole—!”
An endless, viscous, ink-like dark mist, carrying a bone-chilling cold and a terrifying suction force, instantly filled the entire cramped space of the cage, like billions of greedy demonic insects, frantically coiling around and covering Him!
chi chi chi...
The moment they made contact, the Primordial Ancestor of Purgatory was horrified to discover that his pure and vast power of law, capable of burning mountains and boiling seas, was now completely destroyed.
Even the most core and fundamental laws,
Like ice and snow under the scorching sun, it melted and peeled away at lightning speed!
This is not a matter of attrition during a battle against a large formation.
Instead, it was forcibly torn and extracted from the very source of His demonic body by an extremely strange and domineering force!
"Roar-!!!"
A roar that shattered the void, filled with extreme humiliation and boundless rage, erupted from the mouth of the Primordial Ancestor of Purgatory!
He finally understood completely!
I now understand the true, and only, purpose behind this so-called "two-race counterattack" and the so-called "sacrifice of the priests"!
"Insects!"
slave!
You... how dare you covet my very essence?!
"You dare to steal my ancestral, eternally indestructible Dao foundation?!!"
So it turns out... that damned traitorous high priest, along with that junior human, sacrificed countless lives to set up this earth-shattering trap...
The ultimate goal is not to open the path to ascension at all.
It's not a matter of survival for either race!
It wasn't to seal Him away...
Rather, they coveted Himself, wanting to take His fundamental laws for their own use...
If it were to actually be realized, it would be enough to allow any living being to ascend to the heavens in one step and surpass the pinnacle of this world!
Think of this.
The rage in the eyes of the Purgatory Clan's progenitor burned even more fiercely.
"wishful thinking!
To my ancestor—
break!!!"
...(End of this chapter)