My gorgeous wife Chapter 1994 - 1962: Ten Thousand Gu Swallowing Heaven!

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Two cultivators are relentlessly pursued by an unknown shadow with immense strength, despite their cultivation being suppressed in the Regretless Mountain Range. They decide to lure their pursuer towards a secret realm, hoping for a chance to escape or fight back. The shadow reveals itself to be a Destroyer, but struggles against an internal, unnamed presence.

Ahead, the two figures were desperately fleeing, intent on outrunning their pursuers no matter the cost.

Despite having been pursued from afar, traversing countless hazardous territories and confronting numerous formidable adversaries, none had managed to halt the relentless chaser.

To reach this sanctuary, however, they had truly exhausted their every resource.

"We cannot continue like this," the young man in black stated gravely. "Though we've employed this method to escape this far, numerous injuries have befallen us. Furthermore, even if we alternate turns to hold our ground, the rate at which we sustain wounds far surpasses our capacity for recovery."

"I am aware of that as well," the young man in white concurred, nodding. "But thus far, neither of us has devised a viable strategy to contend with the individual pursuing us!"

Truthfully, the peculiarity of their situation puzzled them both.

They had observed that the strength of their pursuer was rather erratic.

At times immense, at others diminished.

When at their peak, they once received aid from an Eighth-Rank Heavenly Sovereign, yet the pursuer dispatched even that formidable expert in mere moments.

Conversely, during their own desperate assaults, they could barely withstand a single strike from the individual trailing them.

For them, this was utterly incomprehensible.

While they were undoubtedly proud and possessed strength far exceeding that of ordinary Domain Realm cultivators, no matter their prowess, they could not measure up to an Eighth-Rank Soul Realm expert.

Even an Eighth-Rank Soul Realm expert couldn't endure a few exchanges with that shadowy figure, so what enabled them to persist?

Indeed, if not for the ceaseless pursuit from the phantom behind them, they might have concluded that their adversary was merely toying with them, akin to a cat with its prey.

"It matters not; a secret realm lies ahead. Such a place rarely offers an easy passage. As long as we can locate a treacherous area within its confines, we might be able to delay that fellow, and perhaps even eliminate him!" the young man in black declared icily.

"Eliminate him... I dare not entertain such notions. For the present, our utmost priority is simply to escape," the young man in white sighed.

"If my father were present, we would not be hounded like stray curs!" the young man in black lamented.

Upon hearing this, the young man in white fell into a contemplative silence.

After a brief pause, the young man in white extended a hand, placing it on the shoulder of his companion. "Worry not. Did we not receive prior intelligence? It seems he too has arrived in this vicinity, so should the opportunity arise, we will likely encounter him. However, before that moment arrives, we must first focus on survival!"

The young man in black offered a solemn nod.

That was correct; survival was paramount, not only to reunite with their father but also because of a promise made to their mother before entering the Ancient Battle Realm!

"Whoosh—"

The sharp sound of wind parting instantly altered the expressions of both youths.

"He's closing in again!"

At times, the opponent's speed was sluggish, as if struggling to keep pace, while at other moments, their velocity was astonishingly rapid.

What vexed the pair the most, however, was the pursuer's uncanny ability to locate them, irrespective of their escape route.

A relentless pursuit, spanning the ends of the earth!

"This time, it is my turn!" The young man in black pulled the white-clad youth behind him and stepped forward resolutely.

With this single step, an overwhelming surge of vital essence seemed to emanate from his body.

Accompanying this vital essence was a formidable momentum.

It did not originate solely from the black-clad youth but appeared to emanate from a distant, ancient epoch, traversing temporal dimensions to descend upon his very being.

"Myriad Gu Swallows the Heavens!!"

A terrifying aura enveloped the black-clad youth.

This potent aura seemed to weave an ancient saga, depicting the genesis of a monstrous entity in antiquity.

It possessed not only immense power but also a savage dominance, capable of consuming all and assuming any form – it was counted among the most fearsome and potent beings of its era. Even the most accomplished cultivators hesitated to provoke such a terrifying entity.

This ancient and formidable existence bore a specific designation.

A name etched into the very bloodline, forever indelible to those who inherited it.

Myriad Gu!

And he, Netherworld, possessed the authentic bloodline of the Myriad Gu!

Throughout these years, he had not merely emulated Li Chen but had diligently explored the latent potential of his own lineage.

Moreover, he had discovered that his bloodline was even more potent than he had initially surmised!

Each refinement and metamorphosis of his bloodline granted him astonishing and exponential enhancements!

In terms of sheer cultivation speed, neither Li Chen nor Yang Xin, nor any other, could rival him!

He, Netherworld, represented the most accelerated cultivator in countless ages!

This was the very source of his bloodline’s extraordinary might!

"Roar!!"

Around the Netherworld, a cacophony of roars erupted as shadows writhed and transformed.

These were once the myriad forms Myriad Gu had taken, some bearing the guise of humans, others beasts or insects...

Every shape was a powerful being once manifested by Myriad Gu, entities whose legends echoed through history.

Few comprehended that these terrifying organisms were, in truth, merely facets of a single entity.

It was Myriad Gu!

Myriad shadows of Myriad Gu coalesced into a monstrous vortex, lunging towards the shadowy figure, like a colossal maw seeking to devour a piece of the land.

And upon unleashing this attack, the Netherworld’s complexion turned ashen.

"Uncle Bai!" Netherworld's cry pierced the air.

A young man clad in white appeared in a blur beside Netherworld, seizing his arm and making a swift retreat.

"Hmph! Myriad Gu!" a frigid snort emanated from the entity within the shadow.

Despite confronting such an onslaught, a degree of caution was warranted, as another power within him remained locked in conflict.

Furthermore, he had indeed encountered Myriad Gu before; ages ago, this formidable Myriad Gu had wrought immense destruction, annihilating many of their kin.

"Since you are already dead, stay that way! Cease your resurgence!"

As the devouring vortex approached, the entity within the shadow extended a hand, unleashing the potent Power of Laws.

The gray Law clashed violently with the black vortex, resulting in their mutual annihilation.

Ultimately, both the black vortex and the gray Law vanished without a trace, leaving no residual power upon the world.

This was the Power of Laws declared to obliterate all—the Law of Destruction!

"So, you will not intervene this time?" the entity within the shadow inquired placidly.

"When the moment is ripe, I shall act." Calm and serene words drifted through the air.

"Hmm!" The shadow emitted another cold hum and resumed its pursuit of the duo.

To him, he desired most to kill whomever that person would deem worthy of salvation!