Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1620 - 872: Fengfengzi

"Haha, merely a pack of useless chickens and dogs. Is that truly your backup?" Zhao Sheng swept his gaze across the eight corpses facing him, lingering on one, before letting out a faint chuckle.

While speaking, he popped the Nine Nether Tower into his mouth, concealing it beneath his tongue.

"Hmph, on the brink of death yet still so arrogant, completely oblivious to your doom!" Buoyed by courage, Hu Qianqian bellowed in rage.

The action unfolded swiftly, almost in slow motion!

Zhao Sheng's eyes flashed briefly, and he vanished abruptly from his position.

Boom... Boom... Boom...

In a flash, seven silhouettes were all swallowed by dazzling fist glows, shattered utterly without a chance for one last move.

An old proverb states: superior by a thread, one reigns supreme.

This scene embodied that truth perfectly.

Once Zhao Sheng's power surpassed the Returning to Void Realm's bounds, crossing into the Unification Realm's gateway, no horde of foes beneath Unification could stand against him; each crumbled under a single punch.

Yet the final figure dodged the blow with ease.

Bald and barefoot, his face etched with age and weariness, a barely perceptible dim halo flickered behind his head; clearly, a Unification Realm Great Ability in life.

Moments later, Zhao Sheng reappeared hundreds of miles distant, staring gravely at the surviving bald elder.

The second his eyes fixed on the man, the bald elder jerked his head up, locking gazes, his lifeless eyes exploding with searing brilliance.

"Not good—" Their stares collided, and Zhao Sheng felt slammed by a colossal hammer, vision darkening, mind reeling, Primordial Spirit cloaked in shadowy radiance.

Three breaths passed before awareness returned, but it was far too late.

Ghostly as a specter, the bald elder materialized overhead.

In that "awakening" instant, he had already yanked the halo from behind his head, hurling it downward casually.

Time seemed to halt; the halo ballooned outward, devouring the immense, towering Zhao Sheng completely.

From afar, the forty-nine-zhang giant spirit was methodically erased from crown to toe by the Grotto Heaven Halo.

One breath hence, the area stood vacant, as though Zhao Sheng had never been there.

The bald elder then eyed the three pathetic youths, before his form gradually faded away in silence.

Beholding this horrifying spectacle, Hu Qianqian exulted, cackling smugly: "Jie jie jie, that fool is finally gone!"

Beneath the Bone Heaven Demon Umbrella, Returning to Void Chen chortled gleefully: "Senior Brother Sect Leader, Ancestor Wuxin is truly our sect's pinnacle! Though he passed years ago, his remnant projection effortlessly crushed a dire foe—utterly remarkable!"

Another aged Returning to Void nodded vigorously: "Junior Master Chen speaks true. Alas, heaven begrudges the gifted; absent that Supreme Sect old monster's oppression, Ancestor Wuxin would not have taken fatal wounds and perished too soon."

No sooner had he spoken than a deafening boom erupted from the earth below, splitting an abyss-deep fissure across the ground.

Hu Qianqian's features twisted in shock, face draining of color as he cried: "Oh no! How could I forget—"

Before he could complete the shout, a drastic shift occurred!

A eerie chuckle bubbled from the fissure's depths, as a shriveled head tangled with wild hair ascended from underneath.

The three Returning to Void elders blanched, chilled to their cores upon glimpsing the head.

In the blink of an eye, the shriveled head popped up right before Elder Chen.

"No—" Chen's eyes bulged wide, a desperate wail escaping instinctively.

Yet no second syllable followed.

The shriveled head gaped wide and sucked in sharply, dragging the man helplessly into its inky black maw, silenced eternally.

The head licked its lips repeatedly, swelling like a balloon, swiftly reclaiming a hint of past vigor.

Hu Qianqian exhaled in relief, zipping forward to prostrate with three bows and nine kowtows before it.

The other Returning to Void elder hastened over too, offering profound reverence to the head.

"Unworthy disciple Hu Qianqian (Cheng Dashi), pays respects to Wind Immortal Ancestor!"

"Jie jie!" The head's eyes flew open, fixing the pair with savage, derisive glee as it snickered: "The millennium grand sacrifice is yet to come, but you rouse me early; do you... yearn to fuse as one with me?"

These words left Hu Qianqian and Cheng Daqian nearly soulless with fright.

Cheng Daqian remained prostrated, quivering like chaff, head bowed low from Ancestor, speechless.

Though petrified, Hu Qianqian stuttered anxiously: "Old... ancestor, please see clearly! Your disciples never meant to interrupt your eternal slumber, but moments ago, a fearsome enemy stormed our sect's spiritual domain. Outmatched completely, we had no recourse... no recourse—"

Midway through, Hu Qianqian froze, staring distantly, then erupted into wild delight.

Then, the "disheveled head" detected the disturbance at its back, whipping around, its jet-black eyes morphing into twin voids that devoured all light.

Two hundred miles distant, Zhao Sheng materialized in the sky, shockingly unscathed.

Truth be told, he had teetered on the edge of reincarnation anew!

Fortunately, precisely as the phantom "Grotto Heaven" detonated, he dove into Silence Island at the ultimate juncture, narrowly sidestepping catastrophe.