Sound, light, and even the laws of nature were completely annihilated in the clash between the two Emperor Realm experts, turning into pure "nothingness."
Only the spreading aftershocks caused the earth's tectonic plates to groan and the stars in the sky to sway.
This is a war that mortals cannot imagine, and even King Realm can only look up to.
boom--!
After another collision, the phantom of the territory encompassing the Nine Provinces and the roaring ocean trembled violently at the same time, and then both turned into countless points of light and disappeared.
The two figures completely vanished from the reach of all divine senses.
The battle is not over.
That terrifying wave that tore through the heavens and earth shifted to the endless void above the nine heavens, transforming into the background sounds of muffled, apocalyptic heartbeats.
The Northern Nether Sea experienced a brief, deathly calm.
However, this power vacuum created by the war of emperors did not remain silent for long.
About an incense stick's time after Ying Lin and Jiao Guang disappeared.
On the chaotic coastline on the eastern side of the Northern Nether Sea, space distorted like the surface of water, and figures clad in blood-red robes and exuding a chilling aura quietly emerged.
A faint mist of blood swirled around them, and wherever they passed, even the moss on the rocks withered rapidly.
The leader was a man with a cold face and an extremely restrained aura.
He simply stood there quietly, as if he had merged into the shadows around him.
It was Zhou Tong, one of the seven hall masters of the Blood Baleful Intent Hall.
His gaze swept over the terrifying sea that had been split in two, sensing the lingering Law of the Imperial Dao in the air. For the first time, a trace of solemnity flashed in his usually calm eyes.
Almost simultaneously.
Above the suspended water wall on the west side, a large swath of black mist appeared out of nowhere, and from within the mist came bursts of fanatical and eerie chanting.
Hundreds of cultists dressed in black robes and with strange tattoos on their faces emerged from the mist, their eyes filled with fanaticism for their gods.
A handsome man with a delicate and feminine demeanor walked slowly at the front, holding a scroll of black scripture.
Nie Wuya, the vice leader of the Demon God Cult.
He glanced at the devastating scene, a morbid, appreciative smile curving his lips.
"What a... magnificent destruction."
"The Emperor of Great Qin, the Flood Dragon Emperor of the Northern Nether... Fight! The fiercer the better. Ideally, they should both perish; that would make the world even more interesting."
His gaze quickly crossed the abyss and landed on the blood-red figure on the opposite bank.
"Palace Master Zhou," Nie Wuya's voice, tinged with amusement, drifted from afar, clearly resonating in Zhou Tong's ears, "What a coincidence that you've also come here to admire this once-in-a-millennium spectacle?"
Zhou Tong slowly turned his head, and two tangible beams of blood-red light flashed in his eyes.
" Nie Wuya, stop with your act." His voice was hoarse and cold, devoid of any emotion. " Ying Lin and that old mudfish are gone; what's underneath has been revealed."
Nie Wuya's smile widened. He spread his hands, feigning surprise, and asked, "Down there? What's down there besides the boiled seawater and the corpses of countless water demons?"
Zhou Tong didn't waste any words with him.
He simply pointed to the very center of the cleared sea, beneath the ruins of the Crystal Palace that had been razed to the ground.
That place was originally the deepest eye of the Northern Nether Sea, the foundation of the Flood Dragon Clan's destiny.
At this moment, as everything above was smoothed out, an ancient, powerful, and pure primordial aura, even more ancient, majestic, and purer than Jiao Guang's previous imperial pressure, was faintly leaking out.
That aura, to a demonic giant like Zhou Tong, was like the blazing sun in the night—clear and filled with a deadly allure.
"The 'Dragon Ancestral Source of the Dragon Vein ' of the Flood Dragon Clan?" Nie Wuya narrowed his eyes, finally abandoning his nonchalant demeanor. "Legend has it that this thing was formed from a primordial water element at the beginning of creation, which was found by the Flood Dragon Ancestor, thus giving rise to the Northern Nether Sea lineage. Palace Master Zhou, do you believe in such myths?"
"I don't believe in mythology," Zhou Tong said coldly. "I only believe in my ' Blood God Scripture,' which is telling me that by swallowing what's below, I can directly touch the threshold of the ' Saint Realm.'"
These words caused Nie Wuya's pupils to shrink slightly.
Saint Realm!
He gave Zhou Tong a deep look, then looked at the unfathomable depths of the sea.
"It seems Palace Master Zhou is determined to obtain it," Nie Wuya chuckled. "However, those two could return at any moment. Moreover, such rare treasures are usually accompanied by... guardians."
"So," Zhou Tong's gaze refocused on Nie Wuya's face, a fleeting murderous glint in his eyes, "We'll join forces and take the treasure first. As for how to divide it, that'll depend on who has the tougher life after we get it."
Should I be used to scout ahead?
Nie Wuya sneered inwardly, but his face revealed a sincere willingness to cooperate. "Alright. However, my men will only be responsible for setting up the outer perimeter to isolate the Tianji and prevent those two from sensing them in advance. Only the two of us will actually go down."
"Okay." Zhou Tong replied succinctly.
As soon as he finished speaking, he no longer hesitated. His figure blurred, transforming into a streak of blood, and he was the first to rush into the bottomless abyss, heading straight for the sea eye!
A glint flashed in Nie Wuya's eyes as he gave orders to the followers behind him, then transformed into a cloud of black mist and followed closely behind.
The two descended rapidly, one after the other.
The deeper they went, the more concentrated that ancient, primordial aura became. At the same time, a chilling, deathly stillness began to invade their souls.
After diving for an unknown amount of time, when they passed through the last layer of water, the sight before them caused both of these ruthless and cunning leaders to momentarily lose their composure.
The bottom of the abyss is not mud or rock.
Instead, it was a skeleton of unimaginable size.
The skeleton belonged to an unknown being; a single rib resembled a continuous mountain range.
At the center of the skeleton, where the heart was, a massive vortex emitting a ghostly blue light was slowly rotating.
Sea Eye!
Just as they approached the eye of the sea.
Buzz--
The enormous vortex paused for a moment without warning.
A will that did not belong to this era, vast, ancient, and transcending language and laws, slowly awakened from the depths of the vortex.
Zhou Tong and Nie Wuya froze simultaneously.
An extreme fear, stemming from their very survival instinct, instantly gripped their hearts.
Immediately afterwards, a simple, hoarse syllable, as if spanning billions of years, resounded deep within their souls.
"Hmm..."
The moment the voice fell, the dozens of elite followers of the Blood Baleful Intent Hall and the Demon God Cult who had just arrived at the bottom of the abyss, without being attacked, turned into Soundless like sand sculptures being weathered.