"I will not break my promise; I will now impart to you the Great Desolation Scripture."
The Tablet Spirit no longer spoke in an ancient tone, but rather with joy.
It suppresses the Yimo King.
It was constantly fighting against, suppressing, and eroding the Yimo King, so it was naturally fully aware of his subtle changes.
Since it was found to be truly effective, the Tablet Spirit naturally wouldn't go back on its word. The stele, which was over ten feet long, trembled, and the ancient characters on it detached themselves.
It roared out and finally transformed into four ancient, yellow characters, which floated in front of Xiang Yun, spreading Desolation Qi and wilderness.
The Great Desolation Scripture.
" The Great Desolation Scripture was created by me personally. Once mastered, it can turn tens of thousands of miles into barren wasteland with a single operation, concentrating all the life force of those tens of thousands of miles into one body, with power capable of shattering the heavens."
The Tablet Spirit spoke with a hint of smugness.
Clearly, the Tablet Spirit was quite satisfied with the martial art he had created.
"Alright, it's just a Heavenly Martial Arts."
Xiang Yun.
The Tablet Spirit choked on its own saliva.
He really wanted to say that the Heavenly Martial Arts had reached the pinnacle of martial Heavenly Martial Arts, and even his master had not fully created anything that surpassed it.
But seeing that Xiang Yun could even refine the Yimo, it seemed that the Heavenly Martial Arts were indeed nothing to him.
In particular, it could also sense that Xiang Yun himself possessed an extremely special power, a domineering aura that emanated naturally from him.
Moreover, although Xiang Yun Xiang Yun only entered the space with his mind, when he sat cross-legged on the Desolate Stone, Xiang Yun forcefully suppressed the terrifying power of the Desolate Stone with his blood and qi.
Even the Master of Primordial, when in the same realm, probably couldn't achieve this.
As Xiang Yun focused his mind, the four characters swirling around him suddenly roared down and plunged directly into Xiang Yun's crown chakra.
"Buzz!"
Four ancient characters entered Xiang Yun's mind, and a vast amount of information, filled with antiquity and obscurity, swept through his mind.
Of course, it wasn't much for Xiang Yun, especially since he had already mastered the Desolate Art to the tenth level when he came in.
He naturally had no shortage of understanding of desolation, so he quickly grasped the true meaning of the Great Desolation Scripture, which was nothing more than seizing the vitality of heaven and earth and unleashing it in an instant.
Moreover, the deeper your understanding, the more vitality you can seize, and the more terrifying the increase becomes. As long as you can handle it, there is almost no upper limit.
"This is the Great Desolation Scripture; it is indeed quite good."
After Xiang Yun absorbed it, the reason he kept wanting the Great Desolation Scripture was because it allowed him to continuously absorb it as long as his physical body could handle it.
Even Zhou Tong and Lin Dong were able to advance beyond their current level by relying on this martial art.
His physical body, compared to theirs, was many times more terrifying in the same realm.
After regaining his senses, Xiang Yun noticed that the roots of the World Tree no longer contained the power of the Yimo King. He frowned and asked, "Is it completely drained?"
"They didn't suck it all out; they sensed something was wrong and stopped trying to erode me."
The Tablet Spirit spoke with much more ease. For thousands of years, it had been fighting against the demon every moment, but the power of the Yimo was unique and difficult to erase.
In its prime, it would naturally be fearless, but over the years, its power has been gradually eroded by the Yimo.
The suppression is becoming increasingly difficult; otherwise, why would it seek help?
"They've retreated? That won't do; I still need them to nourish me."
Xiang Yun panicked upon hearing this. He'd finally found enough resources to unleash his full power, and now they were just going to stand still?
"If they continue to go deeper, even I won't be able to completely suppress them; that area has already become their own territory."
"However, without their encroachment, I'm currently recovering my strength. Come back in a while, and you should be able to continue deeper..."
"Okay."
Xiang Yun was speechless. He called himself the Yimo King? Where was his pride Yimo?
You, the Yimo King, aren't very strong!
"I'll head out now. I'll help you handle it when I have time. By the way, can I tell the sects outside about the situation down there?"
"You like it, but I only told them before, so there's nothing I can do about it."
The Tablet Spirit sounded as if he had become a thousand years younger. Now that there was hope for resolving the Yimo, his temper had improved considerably.
"Okay. I'll head out now."
After Xiang Yun finished speaking, he communicated with the World Tree in his mind.
Before the Tablet Spirit could react, Tablet Spirit figure vanished from the spot, leaving behind the words "I'll let you out."
"Indeed... he's gone too far. Perhaps he really is the most likely person to defeat the Yimo."
Before everyone could process what was happening, Xiang Yun suddenly opened his eyes, and at the same time, an extremely terrifying aura emanated from his body.
Sizzle!
An invisible wave spread out wildly, and even the Desolate Energy surrounding the Desolate Hall had to retreat under this power.
Because this is true desolation!
"He actually succeeded. Over a hundred years have passed, and the person who succeeded was actually from an outsider sect."
Wu Dao stared intently at Xiang Yun's figure, his aged face displaying a complex expression.
A mixture of joy, complexity, and helplessness, like spilled paint, is quite a sight to behold.
Ying Xuanzi sighed inwardly. He had said he would give Xiang Yun a chance, but now Xiang Yun didn't even need them to give him one.
He directly comprehended the Great Desolation Scripture right here.
well.
How to get this guy onto the Dao Sect's chariot? Ying Xuanzi caught a glimpse of Ying Huanhuan out of the corner of his eye. A marriage alliance?
Ying Xuanzi inexplicably thought of these two words, but quickly shook his head, saying that the Dao Sect had not yet reached the point where it needed such a thing.
"Huh? Why are people here?" Xiang Yun sensed the presence around him and flipped off the Desolate Stone.
He cupped his hands towards Hong Wuji and the others, saying, "Greetings, Master, Palace Master of Taiqing Palace, Sect Master Ying!"
"You really have mastered the Great Desolation Scripture?"
At this moment, Ying Huanhuan couldn't help but walk to Ying Xuanzi's side, put her hands on her slender waist, and ask.
Huanhuan, you mustn't be rude.
A burst of desolate power appeared in Xiang Yun's palm, and he laughed, "If Sect Master Ying had let me comprehend it sooner, the Great Desolation Scripture would have seen the light of day again long ago."
"Moreover, this time, I also know some secrets that concern the safety of the Dao Sect..."
"Perhaps, the Sect Master Ying be interested."
Xiang Yun smiled.
This old man has been holding him back for so long, and now the tide has turned; he wants to know the information.
He won't hand it over easily without incurring a huge loss.
Ying Huanhuan approached Xiang Yun Xiang Yun, looked up at him, and touched his chest with her Xiang Yun hand.
"You scoundrel! The Great Desolation Tablet belongs to our Dao Sect. Shouldn't you tell us whatever information you know?"
"When did the Great Desolation Tablet become yours? It was created by the Symbol Ancestor Great Desolation Tablet, and the Dao Sect merely discovered it. Do you think it will respond if you call it?"
"What are you talking about? If you call it, will it answer?"
Ying Huanhuan her arms and gave a cold laugh.
"There's no way to verify it now, but when I comprehend the Great Desolation Scripture, I can make it obey me. Do you believe me?"
"I don't believe you." Ying Huanhuan frowned slightly.
You'll find out then; just hope you don't break down then.
Xiang Yun vaguely sensed a cold gaze, and felt a little carried away, but didn't say anything.
Are you alright?
Ling Qingzhu then stepped forward, hesitated for a moment, and reached out to help Xiang Yun straighten his robe. Fortunately, only Ying Xuanzi and the others were present.
If any disciples of the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace and the Dao Sect were to see the pearl of the Eastern Xuan Region, the fairy maiden above the Nine Heavens, who actually possessed such a virtuous wife and loving mother appearance...
His Dao heart has probably shattered.