Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension

Chapter 1320: Chapter 713: Primordial Yang Spirit Treasure?

Zhao Sheng’s brow raised, his hands pressed downward without hesitation...

The void of several hundred miles suddenly "collapsed," his Will Field transforming into a towering mountain, fiercely suppressing the thousand-foot divine banner.

In an instant, the Red God Banner trembled violently, as if bearing an immense pressure, the blood-colored humanoid within twisting and blurring, seemingly unable to maintain its form.

Roar!

With a piercing roar, the blood-colored True Spirit shattered into strands of Law Spiritual Light, instantly returning to its body.

The next moment, the Red God Banner burst forth with a towering blood light, an extremely cold Will Field surged forth like tidal waves, crashing directly into Zhao Sheng’s Will Field.

This moment, Zhao Sheng’s heart turned cold, his consciousness and thoughts uncontrollably birthed a sense of despair. This despair came inexplicably, as if confronting an unimaginable existence, a despair born from instinct!

However, the next second, Zhao Sheng’s magma-like scorching will burst through that wall of despair, rescuing his consciousness from despair.

At this moment, Zhao Sheng felt his body tremble, the hairs on his back standing on end, as if encountering some indescribable terrifying existence, with his Divine Soul involuntarily trembling.

The Despair Law was exceedingly strange, capable of indirectly attacking an opponent’s Divine Soul through the instinct of life forms.

This bizarre attack caused Zhao Sheng’s Will Field to become chaotic, its power greatly diminished.

Seizing this opportunity, the Red God Banner suddenly turned, a blood-colored sun detached from the banner’s surface, its glare blindingly intense, impossible to gaze upon directly!

The blood-colored sun expanded with unimaginable speed in all directions, enveloping the sky, the earth, and the surrounding void of a thousand miles.

Zhao Sheng felt his Divine Soul ache, his consciousness instantly regaining clarity, hurriedly suppressing the "restless" instincts of his flesh.

The scene before him completely changed, he found himself in a strangly blood-colored world.

Above was a blood-drenched cloud curtain, below lay a boundless Blood Sea, the surface of which was densely packed with ghostly creatures, their numbers immeasurable.

"True Spirit World?" A hint of surprise surfaced in Zhao Sheng’s eyes.

The Primordial Yang Spirit Treasure was faintly comparable to an Integration Realm Great Power, chiefly because it had cultivated a unique True Spirit World, almost akin to the Primordial Cave Heaven created at the Integration Realm.

"You are indeed well-versed. Yes, this is the Despair World I dominate. To be buried here today, you could count yourself fortunate for ten lifetimes."

With these words, a giant six zhang tall, with an ugly appearance and fangs on a dark face, swiftly descended from the cloud curtain, clad in a blood-red copper armor, surrounded by an indescribable despairing red light.

"Oh, is that so? A mere fake treasure dares to claim itself a world!" Zhao Sheng remarked indifferently.

After a brief exchange, he had already seen through his opponent, realizing that this Red God Banner’s grade was above True Form yet failed to meet the standard of a Primordial Yang Spirit Treasure.

Had he not truly confronted it, he might have been deceived by this item.

"Heh! At my domain, you dare to speak boldly! When I capture you later, I won’t hesitate to torture you for tens of thousands of years!"

As those words fell, the world suddenly echoed with waves of despairing wails.

These sounds varied in distance, each cry more despairing than the last, the eerie and untouchable power of despair entered his ears repeatedly, striking at Zhao Sheng’s Divine Soul.

Zhao Sheng’s hairs slightly trembled, his consciousness momentary hazed, his heart surged with a craze to seek mutual destruction, as though only by charging forth to fight desperately could the agitation in his heart be quelled.

However, the next moment, his Divine Soul plunged into the Soul Sea’s depths, a cool and refreshing aura passed through his mind, dispelling all agitated and frenzied thoughts.

Red God Spirit Venerable saw Zhao Sheng’s eyes turn red, then swiftly cleared again, surprise flickering in its heart.

The despairing ghost wail was the collective final howl of countless Human Clan souls, capable of bewildering anyone’s intellect, directly igniting the deep-seated death-thoughts, even affecting a Tribulation Crossing Venerable if unprepared.

Yet this Returning Void Cultivator before it swiftly broke free from the ghost wail’s influence; perhaps his Primordial Spirit was shielded by a Strange Treasure, thus letting him avoid catastrophe?

Thus, its consecutive series of killer moves were naturally now unable to be executed.

At this time, Zhao Sheng’s eyes suddenly shone brightly, thunder light erupted around him, his whole form abruptly expanded, transforming into a Thunder Giant over twenty zhang tall.

Red God Spirit Venerable coldly snorted at this sight, its divine eye on its forehead suddenly lit up, resembling a blood-red sun.

Boom!

The Blood Sea below suddenly convulsed violently, innumerable ghostly creatures leapt upon ascending blood waves, aggressively flying towards Zhao Sheng, like moths drawn to a flame.

Simultaneously, around Zhao Sheng sprung numerous thick and black chains, before he could react, they ensnared his limbs and torso, his skin quickly turning black and rotten upon contact, emitting copious amounts of black smoke, hissing constantly.

Each inch of these chains was branded with countless curses and despair of humans, and was infused with an immense Power of Laws.

Unless all the curses were worn down, these despair chains could not be destroyed.

Faced with this scene, Zhao Sheng’s body suddenly paused in mid-air, closed his eyes, and his Will’s light, having expanded nearly tenfold, radiated from his body, the brilliant purple light "submerging all the chains!"

The otherwise indestructible chains of despair transformed into fragility, spontaneously shattering, turning into nothingness.

The next moment, the Thunder Giant seemed to transform into a colossal thunder axe capable of splitting heaven and earth, carrying unparalleled force, almost at light-speed, cleaving into the Blood Sea below.

Where it went, countless ghostly creatures, towering blood waves, despair chains, all instantly obliterated into nothingness!

Roar!

Following a thunderous boom, the boundless Blood Sea beneath incredibly... "split," opening a vast abyss that stretched beyond sight, its walls enveloped by endless Thunder Fire, appearing as though the entire Blood Sea was cleaved in half!

Bang!

In the sky, the Ghost Chi Giant suddenly exploded without warning, transforming at once into strands of dim red light, merging into the surrounding world.

The next second, the vast Blood Sea rejoined, the Thunder Fire abyss filled with boundless blood waters, the surface lifting towering waves, countless ghostly creatures swiftly dived below, swarming towards the remaining "Thunder Fire" like moths attracted to flames.

Each time a ghostly creature was incinerated by Thunder Fire, it gained eternal liberation.

Not long after, at the sea center, a gargantuan vortex suddenly appeared, a hulking roar faintly emanated from below the sea, growing increasingly loud, as if some titanic entity was about to break free from the vortex.

The next moment, the vortex suddenly collapsed, an enormous blood-colored giant soared into the sky.

Within the blood-colored giant was a nine-zhang tall colossal skeleton, its entire boney structure crystalline like jade, as though crafted from top-grade blood jade.

Its massive house-sized skull resembling that of the Ghost Chi Clan but possessed an anxious little dark red "figure" glancing downward, shaking the crystalline blood banner in its hands incessantly.

Meanwhile, Zhao Sheng, transformed into the Thunder Giant, quickly emerged from the sea surface, his body covered in dense black light.

Upon closer inspection, the black light consisted of countless "dust-sized" Yin Souls.

Zhao Sheng’s mind raced, the Thunder Giant igniting layers of Will Thunder Fire, swiftly burning away the black light, causing countless Yin Souls to lose forever any chance of reincarnation.

In that instant, a bizarre spectacle unfolded!

The blood-colored giant rapidly collapsed inwards, its body transforming into surging blood tides, quickly merging into the skeleton.

Visible to the naked eye, layers of "flesh" grew over the surface of the jade-like skeleton.

With the blood-colored giant vanishing without a trace, and in place appeared a nine-zhang tall, near perfectly proportioned Ghost Chi Giant, despite its ugly skin and fang-lined dark face rendering it uglier than typical Ghost Chi People, the terrifying aura emanating from it exceeded mortal imagination.