Clan Cultivation: I Transmigrated With My Smartphone Chapter 958 718: Heavenly Dao Annihilates the World

Lu Xuanji's form blurred momentarily, bringing him back to the Cave Mansion.

Boom boom boom!

Foregoing any Magical Power, Lu Xuanji shaped his hand into an enormous palm that warped through the emptiness, with strands shimmering as they coiled around the Lu Family Grotto Heaven, fortifying its barriers.

His left hand cradled the Grotto Heaven while his body shimmered and bounded, darting rapidly across the void with erratic motions, swiftly vanishing from sight and merging into the turbulent emptiness.

In that instant, the void rang with a sharp clamor as waves of Divine Thought swept through, scrutinizing every inch without sparing even a particle of dust.

Divine Thought kept spreading outward in every direction, swiftly probing and hunting for the owner of that faint aura signature. Despite a thorough search, no sign emerged, as though it had dissolved back into nothingness. Divine Thought persisted in flashing and exploring, yet discovered nothing, finally relenting.

As the void shifted, Lu Xuanji's footsteps shimmered; he clutched the Lu Family Grotto Heaven in one hand and bore Jin Xi along, a trace of concern gleaming in his gaze.

Among those earlier auras lurked one from a Ninth-Layer Tribulation Crossing Great Power. A moment's delay, and he might have been trapped by that presence, plunged into dire straits.

Big fish devour small fish, small fish devour shrimp, shrimp devour water plants.

Frequently, a tiger preys on deer for sustenance but ignores frogs hopping on the ground.

Being weak in specific instances brings a form of fortune; at least, apex hunters won't bother with it.

Tribulation Crossing overlords only pursue fellow Tribulation Crossing Cultivators or Harmonization Cultivators, biding their moment to strike; they disdain groups of Void Refining Cultivators or Divinity Transformation Cultivators as insignificant prey. In the Cultivation Immortality Realm, Harmonization Cultivators and Tribulation Crossing Cultivators remain scarce mainly because of brutal rivalries that claim many of their own.

Jin Xi uttered, "Congratulations, husband; you've at last shattered your limits and ascended to Tribulation Crossing Great Power!"

Lu Xuanji laughed lightly, "Indeed, I now reign at the peak of the Purple Mansion World, though our realm carries considerable peril…"

Divine Thought probed the void; right then, the Purple Mansion World resembled a colossal egg, pulsing and morphing ceaselessly in the emptiness. Encircling the egg, stellar meteors tumbled with dazzling hues, unveiling profound Mysteries.

The egg trembled faintly, brimming with the essence of life.

Within the egg, a thread of Divine Thought lingered, orchestrating all.

Yet its motions dragged on tediously; even a minor adjustment demanded days or months.

Across the egg's shell, dark blotches spread, slowly corroding it—one-third of its surface marred, stripped of its pristine form; this blight stemmed from a dark orb where Demonic Qi roiled and Evil Qi seethed.

The wills of two realms clashed violently, hissing as they gnawed and fused, culminating in the current cataclysm.

Unable to behold Lu Mountain's true form, for one stands amid its peaks.

Harmonization Cultivators wield fragments of Heavenly Dao Authority; their Cultivation mighty, their battle prowess formidable, but they remain "amid the peaks," ensnared by illusions of perception, blind to their reality. Only upon entering the Tribulation Crossing Realm do they break free, beholding an altered vista.

In this confrontation, the Purple Mansion World teetered on total ruin, on the verge of consumption.

At longest, ten thousand years until the Purple Mansion World fell entirely devoured.

Sensing this spectacle, Lu Xuanji's heart ached, akin to a cherished kin enduring torment.

Beholding such turmoil, he yearned to intervene, yet knew some vital element remained absent.

Buzz buzz!

Then, with a thunderous growl, the Purple Mansion World tapped its final reserves.

...

The void quaked, the Purple Mansion World convulsed wildly like a thrashing behemoth, radiating immense presence as black and violet glows intertwined, forces of ruin and genesis clashing while the firmament fractured, revealing crimson scars.

Under those crimson scars, a whispering rustle stirred, and crimson rain poured down.

The heavens wept bitterly.

The ground quaked with thunderous booms like a massive quake, fissures spiderwebbing everywhere as subterranean magma erupted, gray mists seeping out to cloak the realm in murky haze.

Gales howled ferociously, scouring and annihilating all in their path.

High in the skies, silver Thunderbolts crackled and danced, manifesting across every expanse.

The seas thundered furiously, their roars reverberating endlessly, as vast amounts of seawater surged upward, birthing endless tsunamis one after another. The ocean swept forth aggressively, as though determined to shatter the very void, its turbulent waters swallowing the surrounding continents whole.

The World Origin erupted in chaos, igniting a frenzy throughout the Purple Mansion World, hurtling it into its ultimate turmoil.

At the frenzy's climax, the ground cracked apart, endless magma burst onto the surface, flooding the terrain and condemning the mortal strongholds in cities to utter ruin. Inside those strongholds, mortals stood helpless, unable to fight back or even feel pain, merely advancing steadily toward their doom.

Tsunamis crashed onward, colossal seas hauled high over the land, submerging endless plains and mountain chains, with catastrophe striking countless regions.