Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1473 - 797: Zhao Xuanjing Appears, Great Success in the Unification Realm

A wave of white light expanded outward, steadily eroding the blood light without pause.

Reluctant to yield, the shattered pen quivered faintly at its tip, the blood pearl pulsing with unyielding force. From the core of the immense blood glow, an elderly woman with flowing white hair burst forth abruptly – none other than the departed "Old Madam Chen".

Her face devoid of emotion, Old Madam Chen advanced steadily toward the edge of the blood light, hurling herself into the white radiance where she dissolved away in an instant.

In the following instant, figures began to materialize one by one from the heart of the expansive blood light: elders with sharp, defined countenances, refined young scholars, graceful women of striking beauty, though most were ordinary folk such as street vendors and workers.

A nearer look revealed these individuals as the very "residents" of Mingxi Town.

Blank-faced, they surged forward like moths drawn to fire, slamming into the white light and vanishing into oblivion one after another.

Despite the thousands of townsfolk reduced to nothing, the glow from the Hundred Generations Book remained unshaken, its brilliance undiminished in the slightest.

As the numbers of the town's people decreased even more, the blood pearl shrank and became increasingly faint.

Once the massive blood light had mostly faded away, a boy of seven or eight years old stepped out from its remnants, strikingly solid in form, his eyes brimming with vitality, his features twisted in a mix of fury and terror.

Zhao Sheng's spirit shook violently, recognizing the boy at once as "Li Wuhui", the son of Li Zhi.

With the Hundred Generations Book's radiance advancing, "Li Wuhui" thrust out his arms to block the oncoming white light, summoning an immense surge of power that forced the glow to pause momentarily.

But in the very next heartbeat, the Hundred Generations Book vibrated faintly, unleashing an even more intense burst of light.

A thunderous roar, echoing from ages long past, resounded through, swallowing "Li Wuhui" in the white light alongside the blood pearl.

As the blood pearl faded completely, the shattered pen lost all its strength, plummeting downward at once, and ultimately came to rest beneath the Hundred Generations Book.

Having subdued the broken pen, the Hundred Generations Book descended gradually into the depths of the Soul Sea along with it, vanishing entirely from sight.

Suddenly, an overwhelming surge of power erupted from an unknown source within Zhao Sheng, accompanied by a dizzying whirl; he was hurled away forcefully.

After a whirlwind of dazzling, dreamlike visions flashed by, Zhao Sheng regained his balance sharply, his eyes snapping open to find himself back in the Endless Tower.

In the adjacent hallway, numerous silhouettes materialized abruptly, their gazes filled with bewilderment, as if lost to their surroundings.

A quick scan allowed Zhao Sheng to spot several known faces among them.

Qi Wu Yan clutched a vivid green Rhino Beast Head, peering at it from every angle with a face full of confusion and frustration.

Shock rippled through Zhao Sheng at the unexpected view, amazed to see Qi Wu Yan alive and returned.

Just as he moved to approach and say something, his first step froze him in place, his features twisting in alarm as he stared past the corridor.

Right then, the brilliant shine of the Sky-reaching White Tower faded sharply, its exterior shifting to dull gray and black, riddled with countless horrifying fissures.

As if weathered by endless ages in a mere blink, it decayed at a frantic pace, on the verge of total ruin.

At the same time, the corridor where Zhao Sheng stood withered rapidly too, etched with endless cracks, teetering on the edge of collapse.

A voice cried out suddenly: "This is bad, everything's about to crumble here – escape now!"

The warning jolted the group to action, and they blinked out of existence one by one, fleeing back to the Lower Realm.

Zhao Sheng snapped to attention as well, tearing his eyes away to prepare his own retreat to the Lower Realm.

In that split second, his stare fixed on a pair of icy, detached eyes.

Those eyes belonged to a breathtakingly beautiful woman draped in a robe of feathers.

This female carried an air of supreme haughtiness, her presence radiating unmatched dominance.

Zhao Sheng's chest clenched in dread; before he could move, searing agony pierced his eyes, and a fierce fire erupted deep within them.

Within the Upper Soul Sea, vast swaths of multicolored flames sprang up across the Primordial Spirit's surface without warning.

This blaze emerged in a profoundly mysterious fashion, harboring a destructive force that could reduce the Primordial Spirit to dust.

"Oh no, a Tribulation Crossing Venerable!" Zhao Sheng paled in terror, grasping immediately that a Tribulation Crossing Venerable had marked him.

In any other place, his fate would be sealed without question. Fortunately, this was the Burial Immortal Ruins, offering a narrow path to survival.

A notion sparked in his mind, and Zhao Sheng vanished from sight, withdrawing swiftly to the Lower Realm.

Witnessing this, the woman in the feathered robe's expression flickered subtly, a hint of reluctance flashing in her gaze.

"Hehe, branded by my Immortal Seal, you'll never escape my pursuit, not even in the Immortal Heaven and Earth. Sooner or later, I'll hunt you down!"

Her words barely ended when the feathered robe woman dissolved into nothingness as well.

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Desolate Wall Settlement, Taiheng Cave Heaven.

The sea of flames stretched endlessly, with roaring pillars of fire piercing the heavens, some stretching for hundreds of miles, their scorching heat warping the fabric of space and time. Scattered throughout the Flame Sea were hundreds of Heaven and Earth True Flames, each gleaming with vibrant, prismatic hues.

A deep rumble echoed as the heart of the blazing ocean caved in without cause, forming a profound, unending whirlpool.

A colossal creature ascended from the depths, its plumage wreathed in thousands of True Flames, projecting an aura of absolute rule as the unchallenged lord of this inferno realm.

Flames flickered, and the feathered robe woman materialized atop the fiery behemoth's crown from nowhere.

The instant after, a silver mask concealed the feathered robe woman's features, and she began chanting spells, her fingers forming intricate Dharma Seals.

At once, a tremendous tide of intent swept over the entire blazing domain in a flash.

The feathered robe woman's ritual appeared to stir some ancient entity.

In a heartbeat, a colossal rift spanning countless miles ripped open high above the fiery expanse, and a gigantic eye peered out from the chasm's depths, staring down intently.