Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1589: 856: The Unpredictability of the Human Heart (Part 3)
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Tong Xin shot skyward without delay, fleeing the valley in a mere instant.
Right then, Zhao Sheng—the one shadowing them—suddenly materialized from nowhere at the valley's core.
A deafening rumble shook the valley to its foundations. Ebony array pillars blazed one after another with brilliant radiance, while from the ground below, endless thick lightning bolts erupted like charged fury.
Countless lightning strikes hammered Zhao Sheng all at once, swallowing him up completely in a flash.
At the same instant, a triple-layered enchantment barrier sealed the entire valley. Blindingly radiant, it rippled with diverse law energies across the area, warping the local space and gravity laws for the moment.
“Heavenly Venerable and Earthly Elder, Yin God and Yang Evil, assist me in vanquishing demons and suppressing evil, urgently by divine order!”
All the cultivators chanted the incantation together, forming sword fingers and thrusting them from afar at the lightning-shrouded figure.
Suddenly, myriad rainbow streamers poured down from the heavens, morphing in a heartbeat into stacked light nets that swiftly tightened from every direction toward the valley bottom.
Tong Xin alighted atop the barrier, peering down at the valley with cold indifference, already scheming ways to force the man below to spill his secret for roaming realms unchecked.
Boom!
Yet the very next moment, a savage roar jolted him from his thoughts.
Tong Xin's expression flickered, his gaze snapping to the valley floor—only to witness in horror the lightning sea detonating violently. A shirtless youth of stunning handsomeness rose unhurriedly, his frame swelling rapidly in size.
One zhang,
Three zhang,
Nine zhang,
…
In moments, a colossal 49-zhang figure bathed in glowing splendor towered at the valley's heart. His form gleamed like molten gold, radiating invincible might that struck terror into any beholder.
“Not good, everyone, attack with full force! Don’t let it break free!” Tong Xin's face drained of color as he blasted an urgent transmission to his sect brothers.
Pale and frantic, the cultivators triggered the Demon Path Yuan Unsealing Technique at once, channeling every drop of mana, divine sense, and even primordial qi into the array pillars under their feet.
The multicolored light nets ballooned dozens of times larger in a surge, hurtling inward toward the center.
Crack, crack.
The earth quaked fiercely, the void shuddered, and the glassy barrier fractured inch by inch, while the air roiled like raging waves on a stormy sea.
Even more horrifying, Zhao Sheng advanced step by step, reality crumbling faintly in his wake as countless spacetime fissures blinked open and shut, ripping the light nets to tatters.
Seized by dread, Tong Xin ignored the toll on his lifespan and jabbed a finger at the vertical slit on his forehead.
A sharp tearing sound rang out as the mark split wide, unveiling a spectral green eye.
The eye winked once, firing a dense emerald beam from its pupil that pierced the void instantly to strike Zhao Sheng's brow.
Boom, the beam shattered on contact, leaving just a fleeting welt on Zhao Sheng’s forehead that faded away at once.
“Not good, is he… Late-stage returning to emptiness?… No, no, his power is still rising… Run!”
With the Heavenly Demon Soul Merging Divine Light proving useless, Tong Xin trembled in abject terror, reflexively warning his fellow disciples.
But in that instant, the battling cultivators were too absorbed in their efforts to catch his frantic alerts.
Zhao Sheng strolled leisurely to the valley's brink, then with a casual sweep of his right hand, shattered dozens of ebony array pillars at once—triggering a thunderous collapse of more than half the valley.
Dozens of divinity transformation elders from the Heavenly Demon Sect fled in panic, only for a tremendous suction to yank them back one by one into a flawless giant palm resembling white jade or sheep fat.
Zhao Sheng clenched gently, and the cultivators burst into a mangled heap of flesh in an eyeblink.