doitstory Chapter 1545 Awakening of the Immortal Emperor
Chapter 1545 Awakening of the Immortal Emperor
Chapter 1545 Awakening of the Tenth Revolution Immortal Emperor
Within the flame domain, the blue-black energy flow was like a wounded beast, emitting a low whimper, which was intertwined with Yan Yangjun's rapid breathing, revealing a sense of dying despair.
The fat Taoist priest was leaning on a half-broken whisk, and every time he leaned on the ground he left a charred palm print.
The fragment of the Emperor's Burial Coffin in his palm was as dull as an ordinary black stone, and the newly appeared cracks on it were like hideous wounds, which were constantly oozing thin black blood - that was a sign that the essence of the treasure was about to be exhausted.
"Damn it, did these old guys crawl out of coffins?"
He spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with visceral fragments, staring at the depths of the forbidden area where dark shadows continued to emerge in the distance, his eyes full of bloodshot, "If you keep wasting time, I'm afraid I'll have to use my coffin board as a chopping board for them!"
The Nine Palace Formation of the Nine Great Gods is now like a candle in the wind.
The Great Lord sat cross-legged, his face so pale that it was almost transparent. Three of the nine altars supporting the Nine Heavens Galaxy Array had already collapsed, and could only be maintained by the energy of their respective gods.
The shadows of the stars in the galaxy were disappearing one after another, and the disappearance of each star caused her to feel a sharp pain in her heart.
She looked towards the battlefield where Wang Xian was. It had long been shrouded in a storm of blood-colored laws and chaotic energy. The dragon roar of the Emperor Dragon Spear and the roar of the old man in the dark yellow robe were like real blades, cutting the surrounding space into pieces and making it impossible to transmit any information.
"Must go."
Su Qingyan's voice trembled uncontrollably. The last blood crystal on the jade flute exploded, and the splashing blood left strange runes on her cheek.
She looked at Wang Xian, who was in the center of the energy storm, and a trace of sadness flashed in her beautiful eyes. "We can't notify friend Wang Xian, so we can only leave first... ahem——"
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a violent cough, and the blood he coughed out stained the white shirt on his chest red.
Lord Yan Yang roared towards the sky, and the blue-black flames around his body suddenly surged, forming a layer of burning armor on his body surface.
"I'll cut off the queen!"
His voice was hoarse and resolute, and every word was accompanied by the sound of bones breaking. "Activate the formation and leave immediately!"
As he spoke, he turned abruptly and faced the powerful men from the forbidden land who were pouring in like a tide. Ancient sacrificial runes appeared on his flame armor - that was a forbidden technique that could only be activated by burning the origin.
Lord Yan Yang once again burned his origin!
The Great Lord looked cold, but he did not hesitate at all: "Sisters, prepare for 'Star River Splitting Sky'!"
Before she finished her words, the nine gods formed mysterious seals at the same time, and the nine remaining altars collided with each other, transforming into nine streams of light that merged into their brows.
In an instant, brilliant starlight burst out from the nine great gods, and their hair and clothes were dyed with the luster of the Milky Way.
Their figures seemed to merge into one with the spatial nodes of the Yongyu Forbidden Land, and every breath they took resonated with the laws of heaven and earth.
"Nine-sky galaxy, the universe runs through!"
"crack--!"
Nine rays of starlight shot out from between their brows and intertwined in the air to form a star gate with a diameter of a thousand feet.
Silver space turbulence was flowing inside the star gate, and the blue sky and white clouds of the sky could be vaguely seen appearing and disappearing in the turbulence.
The moment the star gate tore through the void, the blood-red sky of the entire Yongyu Forbidden Land was like a water surface with a stone thrown into it, causing ripples. Countless space cracks spread in all directions like a spider web, making a "crackling" sound of shattering.
"Want to escape? Leave your life behind!"
"Stop them, no one can escape!"
The strong men in the forbidden area roared loudly, and nearly a hundred attacks hit the star gate like a storm.
A blood-red giant palm carrying a black aura that corroded everything slammed onto the star gate. A dark green beam of light coiled around the edge of the star gate like a poisonous snake, and the sword energy of annihilation tried to cut through the spatial nodes of the star gate.
The star gate trembled violently under the attack, and the silver turbulence surged like raging waves, but it remained as stable as a mountain, swallowing all the attacks one by one, and only stirring up bursts of light rain on the surface.
"go!"
At a command from the Great Lord, he was the first to step into the star gate, and his figure quickly became blurred in the silver turbulence.
Su Qingyan, Yan Yangjun, the fat Taoist priest and the fat Taoist priest followed closely behind. Just when the four of them were halfway into the star gate, they heard a devastating noise coming from behind them.
"Boom——!"
From the deepest part of the Yongyu Forbidden Land, a roar erupted that seemed to come from the beginning of the universe. The entire forbidden land seemed to be split open by a giant axe, raising a cloud of blood-red dust thousands of feet high.
The nine blood-red setting suns in the sky exploded, transforming into nine blood-red light pillars that penetrated the sky and earth, and gathered into a huge blood-red vortex on the sky.
In the center of the vortex, countless chains composed of ancient runes were dancing wildly. Each rune exuded a terrifying aura that made the soul tremble, as if sealing an eternal demon.
"That is……"
As soon as the fat Taoist priest stepped into the Star Gate, he was shocked by the terrifying aura and his blood boiled. He turned back suddenly, his eyes filled with extreme shock, "The place where the first generation of the Immortal Emperor of the Yongyu Dynasty is said to be buried, could it be that the old immortal... is really still alive?"
Before he finished speaking, the momentum erupting from the deepest part of the forbidden area swept over like a tsunami.
This momentum is different from any known law or force. It is like the nothingness at the beginning of chaos, and like the silence at the end of the universe. Wherever it passes, space is annihilated, the timeline is twisted into a spiral, and even light cannot propagate normally.
The Nine Heavenly Lords and others who were evacuating felt an irresistible force pressing on their backs, as if the weight of the entire world was pressing down on them, forcibly pulling them out of the star gate and slamming them heavily onto the bloody ground, with the splashing dust mixed with broken bones.
"puff--!"
The nine gods simultaneously spewed out blood columns several feet high. The star gate that had just condensed shattered like glass under this force, turning into thousands of light points and dissipating in the air, leaving only wisps of space turbulence to prove that it had existed.
Lord Yan Yang struggled to raise his head, his sight piercing through the diffuse blood-red dust. He saw a figure a million feet tall slowly standing up in the direction of the deepest part of the forbidden area.
Every dragon scale on the Nine-Dragon Imperial Crown worn by the figure was dripping bloody divine fluid, and the totems of billions of souls embroidered on the dark yellow ancient robe he was wearing were wriggling madly. The faces of every soul were distorted, and they let out silent wails that pierced deep into the souls of the viewers.
When his eyes hidden behind the blood-red light opened, the entire blood-red sky of the Yongyu Forbidden Land instantly solidified and turned into billions of blood-red crystal butterflies hovering in the air, and even the wind stopped flowing.
“Ten-turn Immortal Emperor!” The fragment of the coffin in the fat Taoist’s hand shattered with a “crack” and turned into ashes and dissipated in the air. His pupils suddenly shrank into needle-like shapes, and his voice was filled with incredible fear. “Impossible! The current ‘Eternal Universe’ is simply not enough to support the birth of a ‘Ten-turn Immortal Emperor’. How could there be a ‘Ten-turn Immortal Emperor’ in this ‘Eternal Universe Dynasty’?”
This extremely terrifying aura, centered in the Yongyu Forbidden Land, instantly swept across the entire sky like a tsunami.
In the center of the Heaven Realm, a powerful person who was in seclusion suddenly opened his eyes. The divine light in his eyes pierced through the dome of the seclusion room. His hair and beard stood up, and his Taoist robe fluttered without wind. "This... is this the pressure of a Tenth Revolution Immortal Emperor?! How is it possible! Could it be that the 'Eternal Great Universe' can already give birth to a 'Tenth Revolution Immortal Emperor'?"
His voice was full of shock and confusion, and he seemed to have difficulty accepting this fact.
Deep inside the Blood Demon Palace, the Blood Demon Palace Master who had just escaped was sitting cross-legged and practicing Qigong to heal his wounds. The moment he felt this aura, he collapsed to the ground as if struck by lightning. A voice with teeth chattering violently could be heard from under the blood-red mask: "Tenth Turn... Tenth Turn Immortal Emperor? The Forbidden Land of Yongyu... actually hides such a being? It's over... The Heaven Realm is completely over..."
His whole body was shaking like a sieve and he didn't even have the strength to get up.
Inside the Miaoyin Pavilion, the Pavilion Master looked at the frozen blood-red sky in the northern horizon, his jade fingers unconsciously plucked the strings of the zither, and with a "clang" sound, the strings broke.
Her beautiful eyes were filled with fear and despair: "Now there really is a 'Ten-turn Immortal Emperor' who has appeared in the world, and he is from the forbidden land... I'm afraid the catastrophe of the Heaven Realm is unavoidable..."
All the cultivators in the entire Heavenly Realm were shocked by this aura. No matter they were disciples who were practicing or old monsters who had been in seclusion for many years, they all knelt on the ground involuntarily and worshiped in the direction of the Yongyu Forbidden Land.
Countless ancient sects urgently read through their hidden books, but the records about the Ten-turn Immortal Emperor had long been blurred, and every word they heard was filled with endless awe and fear, as if it was a legend that should not exist in this world.
"How could a 'Ten Revolutions Immortal Emperor' appear in the Eternal Universe?"
"It's really over now. If the 'Tenth Revolution Immortal Emperor' gets angry, billions of lives in the Heaven Realm will probably be annihilated!"
The voices of fear spread across the sky like a tide, and despair was written all over the faces of every cultivator, as if the end of the world was approaching.
In the Yongyu Forbidden Land, the billion-foot-tall figure slowly raised his hand and pointed at Su Qingyan and others who had just been pulled back.
His movements seemed slow, but they carried a will that transcended time and space, as if every one of his movements was the embodiment of the laws of the Tao.
"boom--!"
A beam of blood-red light shot out from his fingertips. There were no fancy moves or earth-shattering visions, but it contained the original power to destroy everything.
The defensive light shield that the Nine Gods had just held up was like a fragile piece of paper in front of the light column and was pierced through in an instant. The Nine Gods vomited blood again and their bodies flew backwards like kites with broken strings. The already shaky Nine Palaces formation collapsed completely and turned into nine streams of light that dissipated in the blood-colored dust.
"Come on!"
Su Qingyan screamed and used her last bit of strength to activate the jade flute. The jade flute burst out with the last green light and turned into a light cocoon that flowed with the law of wind and enveloped her, Lord Yan Yang, the two wicked Taoists and the nine gods.
Lord Yan Yang burned the last bit of his essence, and the blue-black flames suddenly surged, transforming into a divine ship with flowing flame runes, carrying them desperately to escape into the distance. The path of the divine ship left behind a series of burning space cracks.
"Want to go?"
The figure's voice was like thousands of thunders exploding in the ears. Before he finished speaking, countless blood-colored chains emerged from the sky, like a giant net covering the sky and the earth, and fell over Su Qingyan and others.
The Flame Godship crashed into the blood-red chains, making a "crackling" sound as it could not bear the weight. The blue-black flames dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the flame runes collapsed bit by bit.
"break!"
Lord Yan Yang roared, burning his own life essence, and forming the strongest flames of his life in his hands.
In an instant, a pillar of fire that pierced through the sky and earth shot up into the sky, trying to burn the bloody chains.
However, the blood-colored chain only trembled slightly before completely devouring the power of the flame, without leaving even a trace.
At the same time, Su Qingyan's jade flute let out its last mournful cry, and broke into pieces. The green light cocoon dissipated, and the two were tightly bound by blood-colored chains, unable to move, and could only watch death approach.
Then, the figure turned his gaze to the two wicked Taoists, with a bloody light flashing in his eyes, as if he was looking at two insignificant ants.
The fat Taoist priest and the fat Taoist priest looked at each other, and a trace of resolute madness flashed in their eyes.
"Damn it, let's fight this old guy!"
The fat Taoist priest took out the black fragment of the Emperor's Burial Coffin from his arms. The runes on the fragment had long since dimmed. "Even if the ancestor's coffin lid can't kill you, it will at least make you lose some skin!"
The fat Taoist priest picked up the cracked Wanhun Kusha flute on the ground, and black soul blood flowed from the corner of his mouth: "Wanhun Kusha, I will send you to the west today!"
The two of them burned their own essence at the same time and injected the last bit of strength into the treasure.
A black light burst out from the fragments of the Emperor's Coffin, and transformed into a phantom coffin lid about a foot long, which shot towards the figure with the last bit of repressive force; the Ten Thousand Souls' Crying Flute then made a heart-wrenching sound, and countless illusory human faces poured out from the flute holes, their faces full of resentment and desire for destruction, and pounced towards the figure.
However, the figure just waved his hand casually, and a light shield condensed by the blood-colored law appeared in front of him.
The shadow of the Emperor's Burial Coffin crashed into the light shield, uttered an unwilling wail, and completely turned into ashes.
The shadow of the face of the Weeping Demon of Ten Thousand Souls dissipated bit by bit in front of the light shield, failing to cause even a ripple in the light shield.
"Out of control."
The figure's voice was filled with endless disdain. He snapped his fingers and two blood-red streams shot towards the two wicked Taoists like lightning.
"Pfft! Pfft!"
After two muffled thuds, the bodies of the fat Taoist priest and the fat Taoist priest were like being hit by a sledgehammer. They exploded instantly and turned into two balls of blood mist filled with a fishy smell.
But soon, the two groups of blood mist reunited, and the figures of the two wicked Taoists also appeared. But at this time, their faces were as pale as paper, and their life breath was frighteningly weak, as if they would be extinguished by a slight breeze.
Seeing this, the figure ignored it and turned his gaze to Wang Xian who was still fighting fiercely with the old man in the yellow robe.
At this time, the shadow of the Emperor Dragon on Wang Xian's Emperor Dragon Spear had become looming, and the spear was covered with fine cracks, as if it would break at any time.
The chaotic aura on his body also became thinner, and every breath was accompanied by severe pain. It was obvious that he had consumed a lot of strength in the fierce battle with the old man in the black and yellow robe.