Chapter 103: Arriving in Rapid Succession
Heavy!
This was Xu Zhong’s very first thought as he wielded the Cloud-Swallowing Sword.
What surged forward first was not the Cloud-Swallowing Sword itself, but a massive sword orb forged from 721 flying swords.
This orb measured over a foot in diameter.
Countless flying swords obeyed his will, instantly transforming into a sky filled with swords, forming a Formation of Creation.
The Formation of Creation centered on the Cloud-Swallowing Sword as the main blade, supported by the other 720 flying swords. When completed, it possessed the power to seize the very workings of heaven and earth.
Seventy-two is the natural number representing Yin in the cosmos.
Within this sword formation lay the shape of the Eight Trigrams, the flux of Yin and Yang, and the principles of generation and restriction. The union of these three is what constitutes Creation.
Xu Zhong’s sword formation was immensely powerful.
The moment the sword was unleashed, it nearly drained all the spiritual energy within Xu Zhong’s body.
A rumbling sound erupted.
A primordial divine corpse, vast as a sand dune, collapsed with a thunderous crash. The marrow within its bones dimmed and fell to the mortal world, dispersing like grains of flowing sand, spreading between heaven and earth.
The Epochal Divine Formation had thus been shattered.
In an instant, a vast spiritual energy emanated from this place, rippling outward like concentric waves.
Though the spiritual energy was thin, it was nonetheless primordial in nature.
A single strand of primordial qi was nearly equivalent to an acre of postnatal qi, enough to restore a common Qi Refining cultivator’s full reserves.
Here, the primordial qi covered half an acre—ample to allow a typical Qi Refining cultivator to reach the Realm of Transcendence.
Not to mention the Dao aura and extraordinary phenomena radiating from the Faceless One at this moment.
Behind Its head floated the Reincarnation Void, like a blazing sun radiating light and heat freely. Auspicious colors blossomed like thousands of shimmering ribbons, erupting into splendid rosy clouds. These clouds transformed into a true dragon, a white tiger, a black tortoise, and a vermilion bird, forming the four gates of the Mysterious Female.
These four gates reflected Its personal Dao methods.
The disturbance here was immense—so great that anyone with even the slightest perception could sense it.
Two glaring beams of light tore through the dark void, illuminating the essence of the Great Dao. Its gaze resembled two surging rivers—one Yin, one Yang. At this moment, they fixed upon this place, causing Xu Zhong’s heart to suddenly seize.
This was a crushing disparity in life force.
A primordial divine being overpowering a Qi Refining cultivator.
With just a glance, such a gaze could incinerate one’s soul, spirit, and flesh to ashes.
Xu Zhong trembled uncontrollably.
He watched as the swirling mist before him gradually took on the form of a human.
Within the mist emerged endless rosy light, instantly transforming into the bones of that divine being. Within the marrow flowed boundless spiritual radiance, moving like vast rivers within the bones. Once the skeleton formed, the clouds draped over it like flesh and skin. Undying spiritual light spontaneously arose, forming veins hidden beneath the flesh.
A colossal divine being stood towering before Xu Zhong.
Only by straining his gaze could he make out the deity’s appearance.
Silver-white hair was most striking. The face was unremarkable, resembling a scholar.
Yet the overwhelming murderous aura in Its eyes pressed down like an ocean wave. With just one look, Xu Zhong could not help but shudder, his legs weakening as he collapsed to his knees.
It approached step by step, shrinking slightly with each movement until Its massive form was fully visible to Xu Zhong.
Disheveled white hair scattered across the sky, like countless starry rivers entwined behind Its head. The Dao aura was ethereal and restrained, Its temperament peerless in the world, radiating an invincible, unyielding majesty.
“Primordial Divine Fruit of the highest rank,” It uttered, unleashing a world-shattering aura. Upon hearing this, all living beings trembled in submission, while flashes of thunder and sparks of fire tore through the vast mist, splitting it with crimson and violet fissures.
It was overwhelmingly powerful.
Merely speaking caused Xu Zhong to cough up a mouthful of blood.
He hurriedly activated the Seven Mansions of the Black Tortoise, reversing the Yin and Yang, overturning life and death.
At this moment, it seemed he could not die again.
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“You should merge into me!”
It stretched out a hand, releasing a terrifying wave that spread like a mountain range, directly targeting the Faceless One.
“You should merge into me!”
With such a commotion, if the Faceless One did not awaken now, it would not have lived this long.
The Faceless One was like a god-demon, from the Reincarnation Void behind Its head radiated an endless terrifying aura that swallowed everything nearby. Threads of black light burst forth, coalescing into a jet-black jade spear.
The spear was ancient and unadorned in style, yet carried an infinite Dao and supreme mystical methods, capable of suppressing the void with unparalleled might.
“Emperor of the Clouds, you have grown old, rotten, and decayed, surviving by feeding on other primordial divine beings.”
The Faceless One grasped the spear and thrust forward. The spear tip absorbed the essence of sun and moon, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, emanating a deadly aura filled with boundless killing intent.
The spear transformed into an unparalleled soaring dragon. Its claws struck like a long bridge, its tail flicked like a long bridge’s counterstrike.
Mountains were shattered and scattered in an instant, flesh and blood falling like rain.
From among the mist, countless slender flesh buds sprouted, transforming into great serpents. They slithered and twisted in the air, intertwining and circling, becoming numerous little Emperors of the Clouds. They leapt unpredictably within the mist, reaching out to pluck rosy light from the clouds, forging it into blades and swords that surged towards the Faceless One.
But before they could close in, the spiritual light radiating from the Faceless One incinerated them, reducing their remains to puddles of yellow-green pus that spread a foul stench across the ground.
Xu Zhong was naturally affected as well.
Those little Emperors of the Clouds were mere ants to the Faceless One but formidable foes to Xu Zhong.
“Behold my Samadhi True Fire!”
Xu Zhong opened his mouth and expelled a torrent of Samadhi True Fire, like fiery dragons sweeping in all directions.
Those Emperors of the Clouds who had reached the Realm of Transcendence were incinerated to ashes before they could approach.
“Is my Samadhi True Fire really this powerful?”
Xu Zhong was startled by its ferocity.
Unbeknownst to him, his Samadhi True Fire had been fueled by the Dao Tree for seven full years, allowing it to undergo various metamorphoses.
Such a Samadhi True Fire was typically only achievable by Qi Refining cultivators at the Realm of Equalizing Things.
Yet this Samadhi True Fire consumed enormous spiritual energy.
He had only unleashed a tenth of its power but already burned through three-quarters of his magical power.
To fully unleash it would require more time.
As Xu Zhong briefly steadied himself, he saw the Faceless One’s spear tear through half of an Emperor of the Clouds’ body.
Countless pieces of flesh fell, blood flowing like rivers in the sky, then swallowed by the Faceless One with a gulp. The flesh was then rapidly refined.
The spear swept again, nearly splitting the Emperor of the Clouds in two.
The two halves instantly became two separate Emperors of the Clouds, fleeing left and right.
But before they could escape far, heaven and earth conspired, and with a “glug” swallowing sound, a giant mouth formed along a line in the sky, then morphed into a human face.
Thus, the Emperors of the Clouds were effortlessly devoured by two divine beings.
These two deities had evidently been waiting here for some time.
But they did not intend to strike immediately; they planned to wait until the Faceless One and the Emperors of the Clouds had weakened each other, then seize the spoils.
However, they miscalculated. The Emperors of the Clouds failed to slay the Faceless One and were instead slain themselves.
The two deities rose from the ground, left and right.
Xu Zhong saw the mountains stretch thousands of miles, transforming into the bones of the Creator. Golden and black radiance burst forth, soaring into the clouds, becoming two Reincarnation Voids that bore the heavens, eternal and unchanging through the ages.
With their left and right hands, they grasped a rebellious dragon, which breathed wind and rain, stirring the void into a chilling tremor.
Two great snakes coiled around their earlobes: a green snake on the left, a red snake on the right.
These were the ancient divine Rain Master’s consort.
She stirred the void, causing mountains and rivers to tremble, wrapped in supreme divine light that rendered her supremely sacred.
The other deity was formed from the desert—vast sands fused by a ball of true fire, boiling with countless drops of blood, surging with boundless vitality.
The vast desert was divided into nine parts, representing his nine heads.
These nine heads resembled nine rushing rivers winding through the void.
This was the ancient divine Xiangliu.
Legend held that wherever Xiangliu passed, there were marshlands.
But here, the divine waters of Xiangliu that could transform thousands of miles of desert into wetlands had become an endless source sustaining his own vitality.
At this moment, beneath him swirled a turbulent marshland.
The two deities rose from the earth.
Their Reincarnation Voids nested and interlocked, unleashing terrifying waves that rocked the void, causing it to collapse. The vast misty rivers were completely dried up and evaporated, transforming into streams of rainbow light behind their heads.
They were so powerful that every movement sent shockwaves through the void.
“Rain Master’s consort, Xiangliu,” the Faceless One said, gripping the spear and lowering Its head to glance at Xu Zhong.
That gaze almost crushed Xu Zhong.
Hurriedly, he unleashed his Golden Core.
Unfortunately, he could only manifest a single tree canopy.
The Faceless One showed no expression, making it impossible to discern any change.
Yet the gaze carried weight.
When such weight settled upon a Qi Refining cultivator, they would sense it deeply and realize they were being watched.
“You are clever,” the Faceless One said, “but I have spent a hundred million years preparing a bridal gown for you.”
Xu Zhong remained calm.
“Once I deal with them, I will come for you.”
It stepped forward.
Meanwhile, the Rain Master’s consort and Xiangliu began to unleash their powers.
Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!
Xu Zhong saw divine light burst forth in the void in all directions, massive cracks forming. From these fissures blew fierce winds from beyond the ninth heaven, stirring the aura of calamity and triggering the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Heaven and earth shook, and flowers bloomed in the void.
These were thunder blossoms formed by swirling thunder, merging into a vast luminous field of thunder.
Xu Zhong swallowed nervously and quickly borrowed a gust of fierce wind from the void beneath his feet, riding it to swiftly escape.
He feared being caught in the residual attacks of these primordial deities or the Creator.
The tree canopy manifested by his Golden Core hovered above him.
Thunderbolts struck it, shattering into scattered lightning fragments.
He had not escaped far when another divine being appeared, advancing toward them.
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