Read Novel Full Chapter 1377: 741: Wailing Ghosts and Weeping Heavens (Part 2)
Chapter 1377: Chapter 741: Wailing Ghosts and Weeping Heavens (Part 2)
Two hundred years can sometimes pass in the blink of an eye, as if the retreat of a Half-Immortal of the Void had unknowingly come to an end!
For the Divine Artisan Zhao Clan, the last two hundred years have been the most tumultuous period in the family’s millennia-long history.
Within these two hundred years, there has been a “boom” in talent within the clan. Not only has the number of Golden Core Masters nearly doubled, but the number of Nascent Soul Ancestors has also increased by a third.
In recent years, throughout the three million miles surrounding Yellow Wind Immortal City, the renowned names of the Zhao Clan’s “heroic figures” have gradually spread, becoming well known to countless cultivators and cultivation forces.
The most famous among them are the “Three Lords” and the “Nine Tigers and One Dragon.”
The “Three Lords” refer to three Nascent Soul Realm elders of the Zhao Clan, each one a presence akin to a half-step Divinity Transformation.
The “Nine Tigers and One Dragon” refers to the ten most famous Golden Core Masters of the Zhao Clan.
Each of the Nine Tigers of Zhao has battle prowess defying the heavens, all having records of reverse slaying Nascent Soul cultivators.
Compared to the “Nine Tigers of Zhao,” the so-called “Dragon of Zhao” seems somewhat undeserved of its reputation.
Red Dragon Son Zhao Hong earned the moniker “Dragon of Zhao” largely due to his reputation as a scion of the second generation.
In addition to being labeled as a second-generation scion, Zhao Hong is most talked about by outsiders for his ever-growing massive harem!
As the ancients said: A dragon’s nature is inherently lustful!
Zhao Hong possesses the bloodline of the Primordial Flood Dragon, with a nature of unbridled licentiousness. Since his first taste of the pleasures of cloud and rain at the age of twelve, he could not control himself thereafter!
To this day, Zhao Hong’s harem beauties have already exceeded a thousand in number, surpassing his father’s wives and concubines by nearly tenfold, enough to be unrivaled in the Ten Thousand Peak Spirit Domain.
It can be foreseen that a harem of a thousand beauties is far from Zhao Hong’s maximum capacity, and as time passes, this number will undoubtedly continue to rise.
Regarding his son’s unbridled licentiousness, Zhao Sheng shows no intention to restrain him; on the contrary, he secretly fans the flames and gladly sees the outcome!
The results did not disappoint Zhao Sheng, as his beloved son Zhao Hong has performed flawlessly!
In just two hundred years, Zhao Sheng has gained thirteen grandchildren, each born with the True Spirit bloodline and possessing exceptional aptitude!
The oldest of them, named Zhao Pan, has now broken through to the Golden Core, nearly catching up to his father Zhao Hong.
Seeing the third generation rapidly growing, Zhao Sheng feels gratified, gradually placing his hopes in his grandchildren.
As for Zhao Hong, his requirements aren’t high – to simply break through to Divinity Transformation, and preferably to have more descendants to expand this branch of the bloodline.
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“Alas, two hundred years! After consuming so many Principle Crystals, I have finally ground through the seventh bottleneck and my cultivation has at last reached the late-stage Returning to Void. It was worth all my efforts!”
Above the Jade Void Spirit Pond, Zhao Sheng’s body gleams radiantly, circled by layers of five-colored thunder light. The three-headed, six-armed Dharma Image behind him gradually fades away.
Hoo～
The sound of his exhalation was like thunder, subtly shaking the void. Below, the “Mystical Liquid” of the Jade Pool suddenly rippled, and large volumes of Mystic Crystal Origin Qi surged upwards, instantly absorbed into Zhao Sheng’s body.
Zhao Sheng slowly opened his eyes, divine light still flickering within. His brows suddenly furrowed, his face then filled with an unbelievably shocked expression.
The next moment, he stood up, stepped into the void, and in an instant, his entire being vanished without a trace.
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On a certain star beyond this realm, the heavenly curtain hung low, black clouds gathered densely, and the sky appeared as somber and dark as always, with howling yin wind sorrowfully echoing.
Two blood-red full moons hung conspicuously in the sky, emitting an eerie blood-colored moonlight that looked chilling and sinister, resembling two enormous, unparalleled blood-red giant eyes.
In the midst of a certain place in this world, amidst the countless peaks and valleys, stood steep mountains, as if giant unmatched sharp swords, pointing straight to heaven.
Surrounding the peaks were numerous deep ravines, all filled with thick blackness, as if black rivers winding through these ravines, actually rivers contaminated by demonic qi.
As the demon river passed, the mountains on both sides seemingly got pervaded by demonic qi, turning pitch black.
Countless demon rivers merged into one, forming a spectacular black great river several hundred miles wide, stretching to the horizon, its origin unknown, its end unfathomable, with crashing waves occasionally lifting dense clusters of skeletal corpse souls.
At this moment, at the deepest part of the black great river, there lay a gigantic altar smooth as a mirror. The altar’s mirrored outer wall was manifesting countless bizarre figures.
Some were fighting, some cultivating, others kneeling in worship… various strange and peculiar activities all presented within.
One after another, pitch-black deep demon light descended from the void, continuously pouring into the altar, causing the surrounding river water to ripple and stir.
Yet dense black qi appeared around the altar, shrouding its presence, seemingly wary of something.
At this moment, a gigantic figure sat cross-legged at the altar’s center, seemingly using the altar’s power to constantly monitor any “wind blowing grass moving” within tens of thousands of miles.
This nameless altar was one of nine hundred and ninety-nine reception platforms of this realm, used not only to monitor the Human Clan cultivators’ movements but also as an important tool for ushering the Saint Ancestor’s arrival.
The massive figure exuded tremendously intense murderous intent, demonic flames swirled around it, and within the flames appeared the faces of Human Clan cultivators.
In the surrounding black waters, countless jumping flickering soul fires could be vaguely seen, clearly numerous ghostly Yin Souls, densely filling the riverbed, easily numbering in the millions and millions.
At this moment, the massive figure suddenly stood up, excitedly staring at the river surface, its two fist-sized eyes showing ecstasy and shock.
“After a thousand years of arduous waiting, has the Slaughter Immortal battle finally begun…” this Returning to Void level alien demon strongman suddenly opened its eyes wide, muttering softly to itself.
Before the words settled, the altar beneath its feet suddenly shone brightly, a colossal black light column shot up from the crystal surface, instantly extending to an unknown space-time.
Meanwhile, similar scenes continuously appeared in various hidden realms of this world.
In the blink of an eye, nine hundred and ninety-nine black light pillars pierced through heaven and earth, intertwining into a net, temporarily sealing the space-time of this planet.
“Ka-ka! Immortal is nothing much, today is the day of your death!” The alien demon strongman seemed to see the fall of a True Immortal, the destruction of the prison, and numerous clansmen infiltrating the Taiyi Spirit Realm, suddenly bursting into a wildly arrogant laughter.
Amidst the repeated cackling laughter, countless ghostly Yin Souls in the surrounding black waters crazily rushed into the black light column like moths to a flame, continuously replenishing the consumption of the Devil Thought Light Column.
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Taiyi Spirit Realm, Four Saints Divine Continent, Wolong Mountain Range.
On this day, as the sun set, twilight descended.
A figure appeared out of thin air in the sky miles high – who else could it be but Zhao Sheng.
At this moment, he looked up at the sky, his expression extremely emotional, his face filled with shock.
At this moment, the sound of ghostly wails and divine howls suddenly echoed between heaven and earth, grand and vast, as if emanating from the depths of this world.
Before the sound faded, the altar beneath its feet suddenly shone brightly, a colossal black light column shot up from the crystal surface, instantly extending to an unknown space-time.
Meanwhile, similar scenes continuously appeared in various hidden realms of this world.
In the blink of an eye, nine hundred and ninety-nine black light pillars pierced through heaven and earth, intertwining into a net, temporarily sealing the space-time of this planet.
“Ka-ka! Immortal is nothing much, today is the day of your death!” The alien demon strongman seemed to see the fall of a True Immortal, the destruction of the prison, and numerous clansmen infiltrating the Taiyi Spirit Realm, suddenly bursting into a wildly arrogant laughter.
Amidst the repeated cackling laughter, countless ghostly Yin Souls in the surrounding black waters crazily rushed into the black light column like moths to a flame, continuously replenishing the consumption of the Devil Thought Light Column.
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Taiyi Spirit Realm, Four Saints Divine Continent, Wolong Mountain Range.
On this day, as the sun set, twilight descended.
A figure appeared out of thin air in the sky miles high – who else could it be but Zhao Sheng.
At this moment, he looked up at the sky, his expression extremely emotional, his face filled with shock.