Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1668: 897: Wanxing and Gang Sha Both Fall

Chapter 1668: Chapter 897: Wanxing and Gang Sha Both Fall

Within the hallowed grounds of the Ancestral Divine Land, specifically the Red Moon Cave Heaven, Li Changxue made her elegant descent, the Taia Sword held aloft. Her gaze swept across the surroundings, immediately grasping the entirety of the unfolding situation.

Upon observing Zhao San Yue, whose aged features were etched with deep wrinkles and exuded a sense of listlessness, a flicker of surprise crossed Li Changxue’s countenance. Without the slightest hesitation, she extended her right hand, and the Taia Sword erupted into a sword rainbow that dwarfed the sky, unleashing a fierce assault upon the Candle Dragon lurking below.

In a fleeting moment, the singular sword rainbow fractured into two, then multiplied into four, and subsequently into eight distinct beams, each radiating an intense brilliance.

These eight resplendent sword rainbows sliced through the very fabric of the void, plunging directly into the thrashing darkness and unerringly striking the heart of the Candle Dragon’s head. The vast expanse of darkness suddenly froze, and the Candle Dragon, wrested from its shadowy form, was forced back into its original manifestation. Its colossal serpentine body writhed like a black jiao python, yet its head remained impaled in the void, utterly immobilized!

The Taia Sword stands as the sacred emblem of the Weiyang Divine Dynasty, carrying not only the nation’s mandate but also embodying the formidable power of the Human Dao. Its immense weight dictates that only an emperor can wield it.

The Candle Dragon, already appearing as if it were torn asunder, now found itself pinned by the Taia Sword. Despite its vast reserves of mana, it found itself incapable of breaking free from these unyielding bonds.

Witnessing the Candle Dragon’s successful subjugation brought an immense sense of relief to Zhao San Yue, as if a great weight had been lifted from her heart. An unmistakable glimmer of excitement shone in her eyes.

Exhaling a long, steady breath, she swiftly approached Li Changxue. With a deep, respectful bow, she expressed her profound gratitude, “Thank you, Ancestor Master Uncle, for your timely intervention and for saving us. Yue’er is eternally indebted! Should the Zhao Family manage to survive this ordeal—”

Li Changxue gently interrupted, her voice calm, “Little Yue, there is no need for such elaborate courtesies. This venerable being shared a bond of friendship with Senior Brother Zhao for countless millennia. Furthermore, Senior Brother Zhao has personally saved my life on several occasions. My presence here today is merely to reciprocate the profound kindness he has shown me.”

These words deepened Zhao San Yue’s already immense reverence for her ancestor, stirring an indescribable emotion within her heart.

As she prepared to respond, a look of sheer elation suddenly bloomed across her face.

In the very next second, a dimensional portal materialized out of thin air. From it emerged the imposing figure of Zhao Xuanjing, a fist-sized ‘Pure White Light Ball’ held firmly in his grasp.

The ‘Light Ball’ possessed an extraordinary density, causing the surrounding space to visibly distort under the influence of its immense power.

This was the Chongyue Cave Heaven!

Upon his arrival, Zhao Xuanjing’s gaze quickly fell upon Zhao San Yue and Li Changxue, as well as the eight-headed Candle Dragon held captive by the Taia Sword.

Without uttering a single word, a miniature Xuanhu Mountain detached itself from beneath his sleeve. The mountain descended rapidly, abruptly splitting into eight identical peaks that settled heavily upon the eight-headed Candle Dragon.

The sheer weight of the Xuanhu Mountain was in no way inferior to that of the Taia Sword!

Now, trapped beneath two formidable artifacts, the Candle Dragon’s minuscule hope of escape was utterly extinguished.

As the old adage goes: “When it rains, it pours!”

The Candle Dragon’s dire circumstances were far from reaching their conclusion.

Mere moments after Zhao Xuanjing’s decisive action, another drastic turn of events unfolded!

“Ah!”

Abruptly, Zhao Xuanjing, Zhao San Yue, and Li Changxue simultaneously perceived a surge of fierce and distorted intent. In the following instant, an agonizingly piercing shriek, echoing with profound terror and despair as if witnessing something utterly dreadful, resonated within the minds of all three. Their gazes simultaneously turned downwards, just in time to witness the eight-headed Candle Dragon suddenly disintegrate, its darkness vanishing without a trace.

As the Candle Dragon dissolved into large clusters of ethereal gray light, a shimmering silver-white mask materialized from within one of its fragmented bodies. The surface of this Silver White Treasure began to fracture, manifesting countless fissures that rapidly spread across its entirety. With a muffled crack, the Candle Dragon Treasure abruptly shattered into a myriad of fragments, subsequently transforming into a cascade of silver-white flowing light that rained down upon the land below.

Emerging from the dissipating gray light was an elder whose hair blazed like blood, his eyes rolling wildly. He appeared directly within the sight of Zhao Xuanjing, Zhao San Yue, and Li Changxue.

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A slight temporal rewind is in order!

Deep beneath the earth, within the Desolate Wall Settlement, Zhao Sheng remained concealed at the extremity of a passage, covertly observing the titanic struggle unfolding above. At this very juncture, the earth-shattering conflict was evidently drawing towards its final moments.

Mere moments ago, the Divine Beast Envoy, with Bai Ze at its lead, unexpectedly broke free from their besiegers and plunged into the swirling gray-white mist.

For an instant, the gray mist’s force surged violently, appearing poised to retaliate against the starlight!

Yet, this surge of power was fleeting. After just a single breath, the Gangsha Star Lords seemed to be called by an unseen force and instantly transformed into streaking meteors, flying towards that resplendent starlight.

The starlight then rapidly expanded severalfold, overpowering the surging gray mist.

A hundred breaths later, a peculiar fusion began between the gray mist and the starlight. An indescribable yet pervasive cosmic pressure emanated from this blend, compelling Zhao Sheng to retreat thousands of miles.

Gazing upon this spectacle, Zhao Sheng suddenly grasped that the long-awaited opportunity had finally presented itself.

With this realization, Zhao Sheng decisively produced a gray bone box from his robes and propelled it into the air.

Immediately thereafter, the blood-red sealing talisman adorning the bone box ascended, swiftly retracting into Zhao Sheng’s sleeve.

With a sharp click, the bone box’s lid sprang open autonomously, releasing a faint, eerie luminescence from within as a swarm of strange demonic shadows slithered along the box’s inner walls.

Witnessing this, Zhao Sheng wasted no time, immediately reciting an ancient and desolate incantation while simultaneously projecting his Will Heart Light to encompass the bone box hovering in mid-air.

“…丯鶱亇裒炑丱沵…”

As the chant reverberated through the passage, a crystalline arrow, exceeding six inches in length and as thick as a thumb, slowly emerged from the bone box. Its surface was etched with intricate, mysterious patterns.

The arrowhead itself was an inky black, perpetually shifting its form into various spectral demonic apparitions.

As the arrow breached the confines of the box, Zhao Sheng’s mind was instantly flooded with a cascade of bizarre, unintelligible whispers and murmurs, growing progressively clearer and more insistent.

In a heartbeat, the sounds crescendoed to a deafening roar, causing his Primordial Spirit to shudder unnervingly.

A knot of anxiety tightened in Zhao Sheng’s chest. He frantically accelerated his chant, his Will Heart Light being greedily consumed by this arrow, akin to a ravenous Taotie.

One breath,

Two breaths,

Three breaths passed, and the Filthy Immortal Arrow had already morphed into a twisted, ferocious dark demonic shadow.

At this juncture, Zhao Sheng’s eyes blazed with intensity. He swiftly unleashed a blood-red talisman, shouting with conviction: “Filthy Immortal Arrow, depart!”

The instant the blood-red talisman made contact with the demonic shadow, the Filthy Immortal Arrow vanished without a trace, its speed surpassing Zhao Sheng’s ability to follow.

In the following moment, inexplicably, the central mass of light within the cavern began to acquire a dark hue.

This encroaching blackness spread outwards like a malignant contagion, rapidly tainting the luminous mist.

Eldritch and peculiar demonic shadows emerged from the depths of the mist, ceaselessly giving rise to further strange entities.

Concurrently, the immense pressure that had previously dominated the area diminished dramatically.

At this precise moment, a potent and astonishing wave of will materialized from nowhere, sweeping across vast expanses of space-time.

Zhao Sheng bore the brunt of this force. His body was struck as if by a bolt of lightning; not only was his Will Heart Light obliterated, but his Primordial Spirit was nearly ejected from his physical form.

Mercifully, the wave of will was ephemeral, lasting less than a hundredth of a second before abruptly dissipating.

Just one breath prior, within the immeasurable expanse of the Divine Sea Space, the Gangsha Immortal Monarch had assumed the form of a colossal Dragon Whale, voraciously consuming an aberrant beast possessing thirty-six heads—neither dragon nor serpent.

This grotesque creature was the true embodiment of Old Ghost Wan Xing, now largely ensnared within the Dragon Whale’s colossal maw.

Resisting the urge to be assimilated by his adversary, Old Ghost Wan Xing furiously retaliated, his remaining thirty-six beast heads biting down on the Dragon Whale, desperately struggling against his dire fate.

Alas, all attempts were rendered futile!

Just as the Gangsha Immortal Monarch rejoiced, believing the battle decisively won, a shadow suddenly surged forth from the void’s deepest reaches.

The shadow descended upon Old Ghost Wan Xing with inconceivable velocity, piercing effortlessly into its very being.

In the subsequent instant, the thirty-six Divine Beast heads let out a unified bellow, their cries saturated with an overwhelming sense of dread and desperation.

Once the cacophony subsided, the beast form of Old Ghost Wan Xing violently ruptured, unleashing countless eerie demonic shadows that swarmed outwards, rapidly corrupting every fragment.

The Gangsha Immortal Monarch’s initial elation dissolved into irrepressible terror.

“Impossible! No… no, I refuse — Aah!”

Almost simultaneously, innumerable demonic shadows assailed the Dragon Whale, instantly transforming it into a hideous mass of blackness.

The Ruined Immortal existed in a state between life and death, an anomaly disowned by the world, completely incapable of resisting the Outer Universe Demons.

To put it plainly, Outer Universe Demons were the ultimate enemies of Ruined Immortals!

Following the contamination of both Wan Xing and Gangsha Immortals by demonic shadows, more demons swiftly materialized and multiplied, commencing the corruption of the immense and boundless Divine Sea.

The Divine Sea, being the source of the Divine Souls for Wan Xing and Gangsha, faced complete annihilation once it was corrupted by the Outer Universe Demons.

With Wan Xing and Gangsha falling one after another, their forms dissolved into a luminous mist, which promptly became a breeding ground for countless Outer Universe Demons.

Zhao Sheng could only watch with despair as innumerable demonic shadows emerged from this mist of light, rapidly spreading outwards without end.

Within mere moments, the ghastly demon shadows surpassed tens of millions, engulfing cave heavens within the Gui Xu Square sequentially, quickly transforming into new demonic nests.

Before long, billions of demon shadows coalesced, forming a colossal being adorned with a thousand heads and wings, which then abruptly ascended towards the passage.

Observing this terrifying development, Zhao Sheng knew he couldn't remain any longer and swiftly resolved to retreat to the Lower Realm.

In the very next moment, his figure shimmered and disappeared from view.

An instant later, his form flickered, vanishing from sight.