"Northern Darkness True Water! Nine Heavens Gale!"
The extremely yin and frigid Northern Darkness True Water and the Nine Heavens Gale that could tear apart anything were unleashed at the same time, transforming into a vast, gray spiral of destructive energy. Like a millstone grinding the heavens and earth, it hurtled toward Guiyuan with savage force!
Wind and Water combined strike!
This was one of Kunpeng's trump-card divine abilities in the Taiyi Realm!
Faced with a combined attack powerful enough to crush an ordinary Taiyi Golden Immortal, Guiyuan merely curved his lips in the faintest smile.
With a thought, the qi and blood and lifespan throughout his body surged as if they were on fire.
Eight Gods Return to the Ultimate!
His lifespan of three hundred thousand years burned away in an instant.
Humming! Humming! Humming!...
Eight figures split off from Guiyuan's original body in succession. Their auras, cultivation, and even Dao resonance were completely identical to the original!
A full eight clones, each possessing the peak combat strength of a Taiyi Golden Immortal!
Even Kunpeng, who had seen and learned much, was so startled that he nearly lost control of himself!
It wasn't that he was unfamiliar with the ability to create clones. But instantly producing eight that were every bit as powerful as the original was simply unheard of!
Sorry for the trouble, was the only thought in Guiyuan's mind. There was one thing he had in abundance: lifespan.
A tortoise could live for a thousand years, and a turtle for ten thousand? He was a North Sea Black Tortoise, an Innate Being. His Origin Foundation granted him an endless lifespan!
Unless a tribulation struck the heavens and earth, living until the end of the universe would be no problem.
Using a mere three hundred thousand years of lifespan?
That was a drop in the bucket!
The eight clones and the original moved as one, their nine figures forming profound, inscrutable seals with their hands.
A primordial aura that towered above Taiyi, as if it had come from before the creation of heaven and earth, began to spread. The waters of the entire Northern Abyss grew still!
"Primordial Heavenly Dao!"
Guiyuan and his eight clones shouted in unison.
This was the supreme art Fang Han had personally taught him in the Eternal Life World. It was the highest technique, formed from the nascent forms of two thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine Great Dao Divine Abilities!
Though Guiyuan's realm prevented him from displaying even one ten-thousandth of its true might, the nine nascent forms of the "Primordial Heavenly Dao" joined forces.
Their momentum and power already rivaled the Daluo Realm!
BOOM—!!!
Kunpeng's confident Wind and Water combined strike crumbled before these nine attacks.
Like snow beneath the blazing sun, it failed to stir even the slightest ripple before breaking apart completely!
The nine Primordial Heavenly Dao attacks, however, lost none of their power. Like nine primordial pillars stretching across the sky, they instantly sealed off every direction around Kunpeng, leaving him nowhere to dodge!
Together with the attack launched by Guiyuan's original body, the nine strikes blocked every avenue of escape!
No matter how fast his Peng Strike technique was, with heaven and earth sealed off, where could he flee?
Kunpeng's expression changed drastically, and at last, a trace of fear appeared in his eyes.
He let out a furious roar. The energies of Wind and Water surged wildly around him, forming layer upon layer of shields. At the same time, he chose the direction of the seemingly weaker clone's attack and braced himself as he charged toward it!
He had to break through!
THUD—!!!
A muffled, earth-shaking boom erupted.
The Primordial Heavenly Dao struck Kunpeng's Protective Spiritual Power head-on in the direction he had chosen.
The shield, capable of withstanding several fierce attacks from an opponent of the same rank, shattered instantly before the Primordial Heavenly Dao, as flimsy as paper!
"Ugh!"
Kunpeng felt an irresistible force slam into him. His internal organs seemed to shift out of place, and he couldn't stop himself from spitting out a mouthful of blood.
He plummeted like a meteor, crashing into the Northern Abyss Sea below!
Towering waves surged into the sky and took a long time to settle.
At the very moment Kunpeng crashed into the sea and the waves soared skyward—
A sudden change occurred!
A streak of black light shot out of the churning water without warning, faster than lightning!
The black light expanded as soon as it met the wind, transforming in an instant into a colossal nest.
It was made entirely of Northern Darkness Profound Ice and various kinds of refined divine metal. Exuding a chill that pierced the soul, it came crashing down toward Guiyuan's head with immense force!
It was the Acquired Treasure Kunpeng had secretly brought forth—
The Kunpeng Nest!
The Kunpeng Nest radiated frigid energy. Wherever it passed, even the air froze into tiny ice crystals. Its power was certainly formidable.
Yet Guiyuan seemed to have anticipated this move all along.
He didn't even look up. He simply turned his hand and struck toward the sky above him.
The force in his palm was no vast reservoir of magic power. Instead, he had stirred the baleful energies that had accumulated beneath the North Sea over countless eras!
Above the North Sea—
The chaotic baleful energy, already surging from the earlier Lightning Tribulation and battle, converged wildly like rivers flowing into the sea. It formed a destructive torrent, gray-black with an ominous, dark-red tinge!
"Twilight of the Gods!"
This art contained the mysteries of the world's great destruction, divided into death, decay, decline, destruction, and devastation.
It could destroy a Taiyi cultivator's Dao foundation, and even a treasure would rot away beneath its power!
Rumble!
The gray-black-and-red torrent of baleful energy slammed into the Kunpeng Nest, which bore a vast, frigid tide, with tremendous force.
There was no earth-shattering explosion, only an unpleasant sizzling sound.
The vast frigid tide was rapidly corroded and dissolved by the baleful energy, while the profound light gathered around the Kunpeng Nest itself dimmed at a visible rate, its spiritual nature badly damaged!
"Pfft—"
Almost at the same time, Kunpeng, who had just surged up from the seabed, staggered. His face went pale, and another mouthful of blood escaped his lips.
The Kunpeng Nest was a treasure he had refined with his mind and spirit. Now that the baleful energy had defiled it, the damage to his spirit was reflected in his own body.
Looking at the nest, its spiritual light dimmed and even its surface marked by faint traces of corrosion—
Kunpeng felt a stab of heart-wrenching pain. He had poured countless years of effort into refining this treasure!
Seeing Guiyuan's gaze turn cold, as if he were about to unleash an even more devastating technique, Kunpeng dared not continue fighting.
He hurriedly raised both hands, not even bothering to wipe the golden blood from the corner of his mouth. His voice urgent and helpless, he shouted:
"Stop! Fellow Daoist Guiyuan, please stop! I won't fight anymore, I won't fight! I... admit defeat! This treasure belongs in your hands!"
His voice echoed across the skies above the North Sea, unmistakably conceding defeat.
Kunpeng's heart was already in turmoil. He had no desire to keep fighting.
Those few exchanges had shaken him more than all the countless eras of experience that had come before.
How had this old tortoise Guiyuan mastered so many divine abilities, each one so terrifyingly powerful?!
The laws of the Great Dao were like ingredients. Knowing they existed was one thing; combining them and deriving divine abilities of immense power was another.
That required a long time spent experimenting, comprehending, and refining them together.
Kunpeng considered himself exceptionally talented. The divine abilities he had mastered, including Wind and Water combined strike, Return to the Void, and Peng Strike—
Every one had been honed through countless battles and periods of secluded cultivation.
But what about Guiyuan?
He casually brought out several terrifying divine abilities.
Every one was complete in its structure and peerless in its power, as if he had practiced it hundreds of millions of times. He used them effortlessly, as though by instinct!
How could this possibly be a "newbie" who had slept through countless eras and only just taken physical form?
His battle experience was too seasoned, his arsenal of divine abilities too vast. He seemed like someone who had fought his way out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!
At that, the energy surging around Guiyuan gradually calmed.
He glanced at Kunpeng, whose face was full of anguish and uncertainty, but said nothing. He only nodded faintly.
"After you."
With that, he casually waved his hand, and the Xuanyuan Controlling Water Flag drifted into his grasp. He probed it with his spiritual sense.
"It really is the Xuanyuan Controlling Water Flag! A Top-grade Innate Treasure."
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