Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1491 - 806: Desperate Counterattack, Eight Lifetimes’ Knot

Zhao Sheng scanned the area around him when he abruptly spotted the folks across the way showing faces full of awe, quickly pulling back to the edges, making way for him on their own.

Boom!

Right then, a blazing warmth exploded from his back, rushing over with wild intensity, hushing the whole forge.

A phoenix rose up behind him, gave him a look, and spoke coldly, "Follow me!"

With those words spoken, Zhao Sheng felt the earth drop away under his feet in a flash. Right away, he was hoisted up high, borne along by the surging flames, rising toward the dull sky.

Ten miles,

A hundred miles,

A thousand miles,

...

After bursting through the pale gray clouds for some unclear stretch, Zhao Sheng suddenly faced a huge, odd world of clouds.

Everywhere he looked, bunches of soft, pure white clouds filled the view. These clouds acted like living beings, sometimes twisting and floating, other times shifting into all sorts of strange shapes like dragons, snakes, tigers, leopards, birds, insects, and fish, plus mythical beast figures such as Kui Niu, Huo Dou, Soaring Snake, Candle Dragon, and more...

Zhao Sheng gazed blankly at the cloud world in front of him, his feelings settling into perfect stillness, faintly picking up on that all-pervading "presence."

Sometime earlier, the phoenix had already flown off, stranding him by himself in the Cloud Sea.

All at once, a cloud chunk roughly an acre in size lifted from the Cloud Sea's depths, floating his way, turning into a massive upright eye as the vapors swirled.

This upright eye looked like a dragon's gaze, featuring pupils of green jade, completely lacking feeling, and extremely cold and distant.

From one look alone, Zhao Sheng's soul shook, summoning boundless terror from nowhere. It was the natural dread and quiver that hits when a lesser being confronts a superior one.

"Kui... Niu!"

In his stupor, a booming, grand voice thundered inside Zhao Sheng's head, like the roar of creation from heaven and earth slamming into the core of his soul, making his head spin and his mind foggy.

Right at that instant, over the Purple Mansion Soul Sea, the locked Kui Niu Treasure started to quiver, then burst out with a never-before-seen dazzling bolt of lightning.

Crack, crack...

The confining Crystal Wall fractured with tons of fissures right away, racing outward until bursts of lightning smashed it apart, shattering it into countless bits that dropped into the Soul Sea.

In a split second, some unseen power cleared away the crystal shards, erasing them completely.

Just then, Zhao Sheng's awareness almost froze, unable to string together even one clear idea.

Time dragged on forever, or perhaps it was just a quick instant.

When his mind sharpened again, he not only "saw" the Kui Niu Treasure shatter its bonds but also "saw" loads of "silk strings" shoot out from it, reaching toward the Primordial Spirit’s Magic Body.

Before he could respond, a wave of unthinkable agony rushed from his mind's depths, chased by a flood of soft mutterings.

The nonstop "silk strings" stabbed deep into the Primordial Spirit’s form, like endless threads wrapped around a marionette.

Zhao Sheng had slipped up!

He hadn't foreseen Old Ghost Wan Xing moving so ruthlessly, skipping any talk and hitting hard without mercy.

At that point, a huge upright eye popped up in the sky over the Soul Sea.

The eye turned a bit, giving off a soft, rainbow-like shine.

In no time, the Kui Niu Treasure ballooned to enormous size, becoming a giant thing that stabbed through sky and ground, standing tall in the Soul Sea's middle, all aggressive and overpowering.

Zhao Sheng, fighting the ripping ache in his soul, gathered a wisp of divine sense, firing it like a bolt into the Soul Sea's core.

As the sense built and faded, waves stirred in the Soul Sea!

A plain jade tome rose from the seabed, piercing the water, letting out a dim radiance.

Ah... Bang!

The second the Hundred Generations Book showed up, the upright eye shaped by Old Ghost Wan Xing let out a beastly wail, blowing apart with a boom on the spot, then fading away entirely.

In the instant after, Zhao Sheng, clinging to his final bit of awareness, pushed his Primordial Spirit along, inching toward the Hundred Generations Book.

Right now, every "silk string" on his frame went rigid in a flash, zipping back to the Kui Niu Treasure, closing the gap super fast.

In a flash!

Just as the Kui Niu Treasure nearly reached the Primordial Spirit’s Magic Body, Zhao Sheng pulled together every scrap of divine sense, hardly steering the Hundred Generations Book to smash ahead.

But the outcome was totally off the mark.

The Hundred Generations Book acted like a ghost image, slipping past the treasure as if they were in different realms.

"Oh no!"

Seeing this, Zhao Sheng panicked hard, grasping at once that his carefully set trap had totally collapsed.

As the Kui Niu Treasure closed in, a powerful pull yanked from the rear all of a sudden.

The pull was so strong it yanked his Primordial Spirit back nonstop, hurling it unwillingly toward the Kui Niu Treasure.

Zhao Sheng understood perfectly: if the Primordial Spirit got swallowed by the treasure, he'd end up like an Artifact Spirit, his fate gripped by someone else, no say in it at all.

Better to battle till the end than suffer a fate worse than death!

Zhao Sheng's mind whirled, with a thousand stray ideas merging into one sharp beam of soul force.

In a heartbeat, the Primordial Spirit’s Magic Body warped wildly, shifting into a lifelike hand that clamped down hard, seizing the Broken Pen firm.

The instant the pen was seized, it stirred from sleep, blasting out searing red glow, where a young face dimly appeared.

Boom!

The Primordial Spirit’s hand dove into the red glow, like frost hitting a blazing ocean, withering away fast...

At the same time, the horde of "silk strings" soaked in the red glow, each picking up a thin coat of crimson.

"Let’s... die together!" Zhao Sheng clenched through the unbearable torment, igniting all his resolve and divine sense, just managing to twist the Broken Pen a touch, pointing its nib at the Kui Niu Treasure.

Exactly then, the Kui Niu Treasure smashed into the Primordial Spirit’s hand, straight onto the pen's point.

Rumble!

The pen's point spun, etching the word for 'death' in a blink smack in the treasure's heart.

The moment after, endless red light exploded, engulfing the Kui Niu Treasure, the Primordial Spirit’s hand, and the Purple Mansion Soul Sea, racing along the boundless "silk strings" to who knows where.

In the haze, Zhao Sheng seemed to catch a sharp, wretched cry, but his awareness was almost snuffed out, the Primordial Spirit’s Magic Body crumbling and scattering from the rebound.

Meanwhile, in Guiyuan Square, a fiery red stone tower suddenly tumbled down without reason, catching the eyes of street walkers.

Under the stunned and scared stares from the throng, the fallen stone tower blinked out of sight, like some hidden force erased it.

Right after, one store after another crumbled in turn and vanished into nothing.

At the same time, be it in the forge or far in the Burial Immortal Ruins, the Divine Beast Messengers got wrapped in red light one by one, then wiped clean under its unavoidable might.

Phoenixes, Emperor Jiang, Chaos... a full sixteen ancient Divine Beasts met their end out of nowhere all together, taking their treasures with them.

Starting that day, Immortal Monarch Wanxing stayed hidden away for years without explanation, and Guiyuan Square slowly sank into ruin, only stirring back to life much later.