Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension

Chapter 1491: Chapter 806: Desperate Counterattack, Eight Lifetimes’ Knot

Zhao Sheng was observing the surroundings when he suddenly noticed the pedestrians opposite him displaying looks of reverence, hastily retreating to the sides, voluntarily avoiding him.

Boom!

At this moment, a scorching heat erupted behind him, sweeping across with raging force, silencing the entire workshop.

A phoenix emerged from behind him, cast him a glance, and said indifferently, "Follow me!"

As the words fell, Zhao Sheng suddenly felt the ground vanish beneath his feet. In an instant, he was lifted into the air, carried by the rolling waves of fire, soaring into the gray sky.

Ten miles,

A hundred miles,

A thousand miles,

...

After penetrating the gray-white clouds for an unknown distance, Zhao Sheng was suddenly greeted by a vast, strange cloud realm.

All around, as far as the eye could see, were clusters of fluffy, snow-white clouds. The clouds seemed like living entities, at times swirling and drifting, at times transforming into various peculiar creatures, including dragons, snakes, tigers, leopards, birds, insects, and fish, and even divine beast forms like Kui Niu, Huo Dou, Soaring Snake, Candle Dragon, and others...

Zhao Sheng stared in a trance at the cloud realm before him, his emotions instantly becoming calm as water, vaguely sensing that omnipresent "existence."

At some point, the phoenix had already departed, leaving him alone in the Cloud Sea.

Suddenly, a cloud mass about an acre large rose from the deep of the Cloud Sea, drifting towards him, transforming into a giant vertical pupil as the cloud mist churned.

The vertical pupil resembled a dragon’s eye, with emerald jade-like pupils, utterly devoid of emotion, and tremendously indifferent and aloof.

With just a single glance, Zhao Sheng’s spirit trembled, conjuring endless fear out of thin air. This was the instinctual fear and trembling that arises when a lower-ranked creature faces a higher-ranked existence.

"Kui... Niu!"

In a daze, a heaven-shaking, majestic voice erupted in Zhao Sheng’s mind, as if a thunderous creation of Heaven and Earth had suddenly blasted into the depths of his divine soul, leaving him dizzy and his consciousness blurred.

At that very moment, above the Purple Mansion Soul Sea, the sealed Kui Niu Treasure suddenly trembled, then erupted with an unprecedented blinding electric light.

Crack, crack...

The sealed Crystal Wall quickly split with numerous cracks, spreading rapidly until it was shattered by countless electric lights, breaking into innumerable fragments, falling into the Soul Sea.

In the blink of an eye, the crystalline fragments were wiped clean by some invisible force, disappearing without a trace.

At this moment, Zhao Sheng’s consciousness nearly halted, unable to gather a single coherent thought.

Time seemed to stretch infinitely, yet it might have only been a fleeting moment.

When he regained clarity of thought, he not only "saw" the Kui Niu Treasure break the seal but also "saw" countless "silk strings" sprout from the treasure, spreading towards the Primordial Spirit’s Magic Body.

He had no time to react before a burst of unimaginable pain surged from the depths of his consciousness, followed by a myriad of whispering murmurs.

The endless "silk strings" plunged deeply into the Primordial Spirit’s body, resembling countless strings layered onto a puppet’s body.

Zhao Sheng miscalculated!

He never expected Old Ghost Wan Xing to take action so decisively, without giving him a chance to argue, striking fiercely instead.

At this moment, a massive vertical pupil suddenly appeared in the sky above the Soul Sea.

The pupil slightly rotated, emanating a faint, multicolored brilliance.

In an instant, the Kui Niu Treasure swelled countless times, transforming into a colossal object that pierced through the sky and earth, towering in the center of the Soul Sea, in a domineering and invasive manner.

Zhao Sheng, enduring the tearing pain in his divine soul, condensed a strand of divine thought, shooting it like lightning into the depths of the Soul Sea.

As the thought formed and dissipated, the Soul Sea rippled!

An unremarkable jade book emerged from the undersea, breaking through the surface, emitting a faint glow.

Ah... Bang!

At the moment when the Hundred Generations Book appeared, the vertical pupil formed by Old Ghost Wan Xing suddenly emitted an inhuman scream, exploding with a bang on the spot, and then vanished without a trace.

In the next moment, Zhao Sheng, maintaining his last shred of consciousness, forcibly controlled his Primordial Spirit, slowly drifting towards the Hundred Generations Book.

At this time, all the "silk strings" across his body instantly snapped straight, swiftly flying to the Kui Niu Treasure, closing the distance between them at lightning speed.

In the blink of an eye!

Just as the Kui Niu Treasure was about to catch up with the Primordial Spirit’s Magic Body, Zhao Sheng marshaled all his divine thought, barely maneuvering the Hundred Generations Book to collide forward.

However, what happened was entirely unexpected.

The Hundred Generations Book seemed to turn into a phantom, passing through the treasure as if they existed in separate dimensions.

"Oh no!"

Upon seeing this scene, Zhao Sheng was aghast, immediately realizing that his long-prepared counterattack had completely fallen apart.

As the Kui Niu Treasure bore down on him, a formidable force of attraction suddenly pulled from behind.

The force was so great that it dragged his Primordial Spirit backward continuously, involuntarily casting it towards the Kui Niu Treasure.

Zhao Sheng knew all too well, if the Primordial Spirit were consumed by the treasure, he would become akin to an Artifact Spirit, with life and death in the hands of others, utterly out of his control.

Rather than a life worse than death, it was better to fight to the last breath!

Zhao Sheng’s thoughts raced, and thousands of distractions converged into a single thread of spirit light.

In an instant, the Primordial Spirit’s Magic Body twisted dramatically, transforming into a vivid hand that fiercely grasped downward, clutching the Broken Pen tightly.

The moment the pen was grasped, it awoke from its slumber, erupting with blinding blood light, within which a childlike face faintly emerged.

Boom!

The Primordial Spirit’s hand plunged into the blood light, much like ice entering the Fire Sea, shrinking rapidly...

Simultaneously, the countless "silk strings" were immersed in the blood light, each being stained with a faint layer of blood.

"Let’s... die together!" Zhao Sheng gritted against the unimaginable pain, burning all his will and divine thought, barely controlling the Broken Pen to rotate slightly, its tip aimed at the Kui Niu Treasure.

Precisely at that moment, the Kui Niu Treasure collided with the Primordial Spirit’s hand, naturally meeting the tip of the pen.

Rumble!

The pen’s tip turned, inscribing the character for ’death’ in a flash right at the center of the treasure.

The next moment, boundless blood light erupted, swallowing not only the Kui Niu Treasure but also the Primordial Spirit’s hand and the Purple Mansion Soul Sea, extending along the endless "silk strings" to some unknown place.

In the midst of obscurity, Zhao Sheng seemed to hear a shrill and pitiful scream, yet his consciousness was nearly extinguished, the Primordial Spirit’s Magic Body collapsing and dissipating due to backlash.

At the same time, within Guiyuan Square, a stone tower as red as fire inexplicably collapsed, drawing the gaze of pedestrians on the street.

Amid the shocked and fearful gazes of the crowd, the collapsed stone tower vanished without a trace, as though wiped away by an invisible hand.

Immediately following that, shop after shop collapsed successively and disappeared into thin air.

Meanwhile, whether within the workshop or deep in the Burial Immortal Ruins, the Divine Beast Messengers were enveloped by blood light one after another, and then vanishing without a trace under its inescapable power.

Phoenixes, Emperor Jiang, Chaos... a total of sixteen veteran Divine Beasts inexplicably perished at the same time, along with the treasures they carried.

From that day on, the Immortal Monarch Wanxing inexplicably remained dormant for years, and Guiyuan Square gradually fell into decline, only showing signs of revival many years later.