Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World Chapter 1148 598: What's Going On

With an aloof expression, he surveyed the billions of living beings below. Suddenly, as if sensing an anomaly, he tilted his head toward the edge of the cosmos. There, he beheld a contingent of monstrous entities ferociously battering the barrier of the universe.

Their might was overwhelming; with every strike, the very fabric of existence groaned and trembled violently.

Fractures began to spiderweb across the firmament, allowing turbulent void energy to flood the territory. Countless lives vanished in the wake of this catastrophe, and the air echoed with the cries of the dying.

The man clad in Daoist robes ultimately abandoned his pursuit of immortality and turned resolutely toward the periphery of the universe, clearly intent on halting the unfolding calamity.

Meanwhile, along the Holy Road, the Qiankun Venerate King, accompanied by Li Xiangyang, reached the outskirts of Death Valley in a rage.

The Qiankun Venerate King was visibly seething, his anger clearly ignited by some transgression.

Upon arriving, he noted that the toxic miasma of Death Valley had thinned considerably. The once-impenetrable fog had parted, offering a clear view of the Immortal Temple nestled deep within the chasm.

"What is the meaning of this?" the Qiankun Venerate King demanded, his voice thick with confusion.

Li Xiangyang hurriedly stepped forward, offering a respectful bow. "Venerate King, although the miasma has been receding gradually, I cannot say for certain what has caused this shift."

The Kunpeng Taoist also arrived in haste. He pushed forward and gestured toward the valley's depths, exclaiming, "Qiankun Venerate King, Gu Sheng is buried deep inside; we must advance immediately."

The Qiankun Venerate King uttered a sharp, cold grunt, bypassing further pleasantries as he descended into the valley's depths.

During his descent, he abruptly halted, his gaze drawn to a nearby basin with newfound interest.

He detected the lingering presence of an ancient array, sensing a resonance that felt disturbingly familiar.

"Hmph, some sort of trickery is hidden within," the Qiankun Venerate King muttered to himself.

He drew the Primordial Life and Death Sword from his side. As the blade cleared the scabbard, it released an icy, biting aura.

With a powerful swing, the Qiankun Venerate King sent a torrential wave of Sword Qi crashing into the basin.

Under the brute pressure of the attack, the defensive energy shrouding the area quickly disintegrated, forcing the underlying array to manifest its true form.

Within the exposed formation, a series of crumbling, ancient towers loomed.

Each structure pulsed with an enigmatic radiance, shielding the secrets held within.

Trapped inside, the Tianxuan Divine Girl and those from the Tianlan Sacred Land were visibly reaching their limits. Their complexions were sallow, their Qi fading, indicating they were near total exhaustion.

The Tianxuan Divine Girl had been the only thing shielding them from the relentless onslaught of creatures. Yet, even her resilience was beginning to fail, and collapse seemed inevitable.

Noticing the dire state of the Tianxuan Divine Girl, the Qiankun Venerate King felt no urge to intervene.

He sneered, "I will deal with Gu Sheng first; she can wait for her turn." He then pivoted and trekked toward the Immortal Temple.

Murong Qingcheng followed close behind. Spotting Gongsun Yue held captive within the array, her body frail and suffering, she felt a wash of malicious satisfaction.

She thought, "Hmph, what good is the Tianxuan Divine Girl's protection? It seems Gongsun Yue and her lot are fated to perish quite soon."

"I shall explore this Death Valley thoroughly today and uncover its truths!" the Qiankun Venerate King declared loudly.

"With the Qiankun Venerate King leading our path, this feared Death Forbidden Zone doesn't seem so daunting after all," one of the Holy Land disciples whispered discreetly.

Wherever the Qiankun Venerate King stepped, obstacles were obliterated instantly.

He navigated to the heart of Death Valley without struggle, where a river of blood flowed with violent intensity. Standing on the bank, he raised his gaze to the ancient Immortal Temple floating above.

His attention fixated on the temple gate, which had been forced open by Wang Feng.

The Kunpeng Taoist pointed to the threshold and shouted eagerly: "Look, there is the entrance!"

The Qiankun Venerate King tapped his feet against the air, ascending until he hovered directly before the temple door.

He extended a palm to brush against the remaining sealing runes, only to be met with a backflow of immense power.

"This seal... it possesses such terrifying depth!" the Qiankun Venerate King gasped.

"I had considered Wang Feng trivial, but to think he shattered this seal—his cultivation strength must far exceed my initial estimations."

A formidable surge of Demonic Qi ignited around the Qiankun Venerate King, burning with a fierce, destructive intensity.

He crossed the threshold and disappeared into the structure.

The Kunpeng Taoist and the Refining Dragon Saintess lingered by the entrance, their faces etched with trepidation.

Murong Qingcheng, however, showed no such hesitation; she followed the Qiankun Venerate King inside without pause.

Her singular obsession was to witness the downfall of Gu Sheng.

"If Miss Murong is brave enough to enter, why should we fear?" the Kunpeng Taoist suppressed his terror, entering the temple alongside the Refining Dragon Saintess.

The remaining cultivators steeled their resolve and swarmed into the temple after them.

The moment they crossed the entrance, they halted in utter disbelief.

The Immortal Mountain they had previously perceived had vanished, replaced by an vast, endless expanse of the starry cosmos.

At the center of this stellar void, a Mysterious Taoist nun sat cross-legged.

Her visage was deathly pale, and her internal rhythm was erratic and broken.

She observed the Qiankun Venerate King at the gate and correctly identified his origins as an intruder from the Upper Realm who was currently suppressing his own cultivation.

The Mysterious Taoist reflected, "At my peak, I could have extinguished such a weakling with a thought. But my origin is shattered, my longevity is exhausted, and I survive only on my final vestige of will. I stand no chance of victory; my only option is to drag this out as long as possible."

The Mysterious Taoist exerted her mental influence. Within the temple's interior, the void surged, triggering violent, cataclysmic storms across the starry sky.

Wherever the tempest traveled, reality fractured, and stars were ground into cosmic dust.

The disciples of the Holy Land turned ashen with terror, their legs trembling uncontrollably.

"Retreat at once! What manner of hellish place is this?" "This is too fearsome; we are definitely going to die here!" They stampeded toward the exit, desperation gnawing at their sanity."`}`