Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1389: 747: Devilish Thought Enters the Body

Suddenly, the heavens seemed to clear as the heavy gloom vanished, replaced by a radiant glow from above. A surge of Profound Yellow Divine Light erupted from the tower, piercing the obsidian "Light Ball" suspended in the sky.

Under the intensity of the strike, the dark sphere dissolved like frost beneath a scorching sun. From its center, a multifaceted crystal, roughly the size of a human head, tumbled downward.

Within that pillar of Profound Yellow Divine Light, a towering figure manifested, reaching out to seize the massive alien crystal.

The majestic presence was none other than Zhao Xuanjing.

He was currently suffused with a power of laws so immense it defied description. Shrouded in a blinding radiance, he appeared as a being too brilliant for the mortal eye to behold.

Upon seeing the Venerable finally show himself, the gathered crowd was overwhelmed with joy. They bowed deeply, offering their salutations to celebrate the triumphant return of the Venerable.

High above, the shimmering light of laws began to pull back, fully revealing Zhao Xuanjing’s form.

His skin possessed the smooth, polished sheen of fine jade, and he radiated a transcendent, ethereal grace, looking for all the world like an immortal who had stepped into the mundane realm.

As Zhao Xuanjing surveyed his surroundings, a subtle thought crossed his mind.

The atmosphere abruptly grew heavy. Billions of unseen ripples surged through the valley, resembling a sudden, invisible gale tearing through a cloudless day.

The hearts of the present cultivators jolted as they felt a suffocating, dominant aura wash over them.

Zhao Xuanjing lifted his right foot and pressed it down against the empty air, whispering a single command: "Break."

“Boom!” A massive detonation shook the world.

The pyramid below buckled as if crushed by a weight of ten thousand tons. Its walls gave way, and the entire massive structure was driven violently into the ground.

As it was forced into the earth, the pyramid disintegrated into a heap of rubble and jagged shards.

Swarms of dark shadows tried to flee the collapsing tower in a frenzy. However, before they could escape, they let out piercing shrieks of agony as they were pulverized into wisps of black smoke, vanishing completely.

A torrential wave of Profound Yellow Divine Light swept across the valley, triggering a violent earthquake. The ground heaved and buckled, transforming the terrain into a jagged mess as the nearby mountains slumped inward, burying over half of the valley floor.

Baili Shouguang and his companions reacted quickly, taking to the sky to avoid being swallowed by the rising clouds of dust.

In a short time, the valley was almost entirely flattened, the grim sea of blood and corpses hidden beneath the earth.

The onlookers, including Baili Shouguang, stood frozen in awe. Their eyes were fixed on Zhao Xuanjing with profound reverence, as they had begun to view him as a living deity.

They only witnessed the surface destruction, unaware of the even more profound transformations occurring deep underground.

Far beneath the Infinite Thick Earth, Spirit Veins resembling great dragons began to shift under the command of a powerful will. The crystal "root systems" that had been siphoning these Spirit Veins shattered, setting the veins free at last.

But just as the Mirror Pyramid fell and the machinations of the Alien Demon Clan were being purged, a sudden, violent change occurred!

“You dare! Cease this at once!”

Without warning, the large multifaceted crystal flared with a blinding light, and a roar of pure fury erupted from within.

This shout carried a vast, indomitable will that caused the heavens to tremble. The bright sky was instantly plunged into pitch-black darkness.

Caught off guard by the hidden trap, Zhao Xuanjing felt a sudden wave of dizziness. His Primordial Spirit began to flicker and grow dim, and strange ripples vibrated across his physical form.

The surrounding cultivators were also struck by the sonic wave. They lost consciousness instantly, falling from the heavens like marionettes with their strings cut.

Fortunately, the Mountain Dragon Little Gold, possessing a sturdy constitution and high defense, quickly emitted a wide barrier of yellow light to catch them.

Before Zhao Xuanjing could clear his head, a ghastly visage manifested inside the giant crystal.

It was a monstrosity with a thousand eyes and a hundred tentacles—the face of a demon!

“Lowly creature, you dare ruin my plans! You will pay dearly! Hehehe, your life shall be the price!”

The speed of Divine Thought is nearly instantaneous!

Before Zhao Xuanjing could recover his senses, the horrific face turned into a bolt of black light. It shot out from the alien crystal and struck Zhao Xuanjing, entering his body like a flash of lightning.

It was like a drop of black ink falling into a bowl of white milk. Dark stains immediately appeared on Zhao Xuanjing’s Primordial Spirit, multiplying rapidly until they formed palm-sized blotches of shadow.

Even more horrifying was the way these shadows writhed. They pulsed with a foul, malevolent energy as ink-colored tentacles sprouted from the blots, lashing out violently at his internal structure.

Simultaneously, countless blood-red eyes opened across the shadows, each one burning with a vicious and cruel light.

“Master!”

Terrified, the Mountain Dragon Little Gold lunged forward. It desperately released waves of Law Yellow Light to envelop the sinister black stains, attempting to halt their growth.

The effort did little; while the spreading shadows slowed slightly, they continued to multiply with stubborn persistence.

In that moment, however, Zhao Xuanjing finally regained his focus. Radiance exploded from his form as his Divine Thought and Will wove together into a "Jade Net." He used this net to forcibly bind the black blots, dragging them into a single point in his body and sealing them behind countless layers of Divine Intent Restriction.

Ah!

Little Gold shrieked in alarm. It watched as the inky tentacles suddenly pierced through Zhao Xuanjing’s skin, whipping about in the air.

The tips of the tentacles bloated and split open with a wet sound, revealing blood-shot eyeballs that rolled around frantically.

Despite Little Gold’s great power, its mind was as simple as a child’s. It was so paralyzed by fear that it nearly forgot its status as a True Dragon.

Phew!

Zhao Xuanjing exhaled a long breath of murky light. Threads of black smoke drifted within the exhale, carrying a scent so foul it would cause anyone who saw it to feel physically ill.