So I Am to Make the Millions of My Rune Clan's People Stepping Stones for Your Immortal Realm to Rise?!
" Qing Lin, you swore an oath with your immortal status back then, promising to let my clan return home after pacifying the Three Realms. Now that your immortal body has long since perished, this false oath should be shattered completely!"
Qiu Yao's fingertips formed a hand seal, and the bone sword floating in mid-air exploded with a roar, transforming into billions of streaks of talismanic fire that shot towards Qing Lin's illusory figure. She shouted fiercely, "Today, in the name of the Symbol Ancestor, I will shatter this Dao Xu barrier of yours!"
The illusory figure of Qing Lin remained standing still, but a layer of light blue energy ripples emanated from its body.
The talismanic flames, powerful enough to incinerate even immortal bodies, struck the ripples and vanished silently, like water droplets flowing into the ocean.
The Immortal Emperor Qinglin looked at Qiu Yao with no anger, only an unchanging compassion. " Qiu Yao, do you know the true meaning of this seal?"
"Stop talking nonsense!"
With a sharp shout, Qiu Yao's body suddenly surged with runic light, and purple-gold runes burst forth from every inch of her skin, like countless stars falling to earth.
She was originally the Saint Ancestor of the Rune Clan, and her cultivation was already unfathomable. However, she had been sealed by Qing Lin with supreme immortal techniques for ten thousand years. Now that she was about to break free, the resentment and power that had been suppressed for countless years were reviving at a terrifying speed.
"Meaning? You dare talk to me about meaning!"
Black blood dripped continuously from Qiu Yao's empty eye sockets, falling into the Immortal Burial Pool below. Each drop of black blood that touched the pool water stirred up a mournful howl of the soul.
Countless wronged souls in the pool were drawn by this bloodthirsty aura, struggling frantically, yet bound by an invisible force, forced to become nourishment for her power.
"You imprisoned me here, cruelly severing my ties with my people, and causing my Rune Clan to be slaughtered, enslaved, and trampled upon like pigs and dogs on Vermilion Bird Planet!"
"Is the meaning you speak of simply making my millions of the Rune Clan people stepping stones for your Immortal Realm's rise?!"
Qiu Yao suddenly spread her arms wide, and the countless black threads formed from resentment around her instantly surged wildly, darting in all directions like thousands of venomous snakes.
Wherever the black silk passed, space twisted and cracked, the earth rumbled and collapsed, and even the Qing Lin Restriction Divine Soul, which was suspended in mid-air, was enveloped by this terrifying resentment, and the pale blue aura around its body trembled slightly.
"Today I will show you the methods of my Saint Ancestor of the Rune Clan! You were able to seal me back then only by relying on a sneak attack. Now, ten thousand years have passed, and all you have left is a broken restriction, yet you dare to talk about meaning in front of me!"
In an instant, the purple-gold rune between Qiu Yao's brows suddenly burst forth with dazzling divine light. Within the rune, it seemed as if a complete rune world was slowly operating, with countless ancient characters floating within it.
Each character carries the heritage and power of the Rune Clan spanning hundreds of millions of years.
As soon as she thought of it, the entire Immortal Burial Valley began to tremble violently. The killing aura that had accumulated over countless years in the valley surged wildly into her body as if summoned by an unparalleled force.
Luo Chuan stood not far away, watching the scene before him with a solemn expression, one hand behind his back, motionless.
He knew very well that this battle was something he couldn't intervene in at the moment.
The divine avatar of the restriction left behind by the Immortal Emperor Qinglin, though lacking even a fraction of the power of his original body, still carries the essence of the Immortal Emperor's restriction, making it as solid as a rock.
As the Saint Ancestor of the Rune Clan, Qiu Yao had been sealed away for ten thousand years, and the resentment in her heart had long since transformed into boundless power. Once it was fully unleashed, it would be enough to destroy the heavens and the earth.
The collision between these two had already reached the extreme of this world; even the aftershocks were enough to instantly pulverize an ordinary Sunie Realm cultivator.
The nine Sunie Realm experts from the Cultivation Alliance standing nearby were already deathly pale and drenched in cold sweat.
They originally came for the treasures of Qing Lin's Abode, and were ordered by Long Panzi to kill Luo Chuan and seize the top-tier Void Treasure.
But now, having witnessed firsthand the terror of Qiu Yao, the Holy Ancestor of the Fu Clan, and the oppressive aura of Qing Lin Immortal Emperor's restriction on the Divine Transformation Realm, the greed in their hearts had long been completely replaced by fear.
Let alone killing Luo Chuan, they didn't even dare to breathe too loudly at this moment, for fear that they might be caught in the aftershocks of Qiu Yao or Qing Lin's power and perish on the spot.
The elderly man at the head of the group stared intently at the battlefield, his lips trembling slightly, his heart already churning with turmoil.
" The Saint Ancestor of the Rune Clan... is actually still alive! The Rune Clan, which was supposedly completely wiped out by the Immortal Emperor Qinglin, actually still has a Holy Ancestor!"
"This kind of power is simply beyond our ability to resist. We cannot stay here any longer and must leave as soon as possible!"
Although he had the intention to retreat, his legs felt like they were made of lead, and he couldn't move an inch.
The auras emanating from Qiu Yao and Qing Lin were like two invisible mountains, suppressing the entire space. Not to mention escaping, even trying to circulate spiritual energy became extremely difficult.
Luo Chuan glanced indifferently at the nine people, a flash of killing intent disappearing in his eyes.
These lackeys of the Cultivation Alliance usually rely on their power to bully and oppress people in the cultivation world, harming countless cultivators. Now that they have finally witnessed true top-tier power, it is time for them to experience what fear is.
However, now is not the time to deal with them. We can settle old scores with them slowly after we resolve the issue of Qiu Yao and Qing Lin's restrictions.
In the center of the battlefield, Qiu Yao's power continued to rise.
Her hands moved continuously, forming profound and complex hand seals. Each seal produced a world-destroying talisman.
In the sky, the wind and clouds changed color, the sun and moon lost their light, and the originally dim sky was dyed half purple-gold and black and half pale blue-white by the light of the runes and the resentment, forming a strange and terrifying dividing line.
" Qing Lin! Accept my forbidden technique, the Myriad Rune Clan Myriad Runes Devour Immortals!"
Qiu Yao looked up to the sky and let out a long roar, the sound piercing through metal and splitting rocks, making the entire void buzz.
As soon as she finished speaking, the countless purple-gold runes in the sky began to spin wildly, intertwining and merging with each other to form an endless net of runes that descended from the sky and fiercely enveloped Qing Lin's restricted divine body.
Every line on this talisman net is filled with destructive power, and black and red blood energy constantly seeps out from the mesh. Wherever it passes, even space itself is corroded with dark cracks.
Clearly, this was a deadly technique that Qiu Yao unleashed by burning a portion of her own essence, with the aim of completely destroying Qing Lin's restriction and breaking free.
Qing Lin's divine consciousness remained standing still, facing the all-consuming Myriad Runes Devour Immortals Technique. His face showed no emotion, only his cold and ruthless eyes still revealed an unchanging compassion.
" Qiu Yao, you're too fixated on this; you just won't understand."
Immortal Emperor Qinglin placed one hand behind his back, then slowly raised his right hand, lightly touching it with his fingertip. This simple gesture seemed to draw upon the power of the entire world.