That majestic roar, like thunder from the heavens, slammed into the depths of the Blood Baleful Intent Tower Master's consciousness.
As the voice faded, a supreme power suddenly erupted from the soul of the Elder Nether Baleful Intent.
Splash!
A thousand-foot-long phantom chain, radiating a ghostly light, materialized out of thin air, moving faster than the laws of heaven and earth, and instantly wrapped around the Blood Baleful Intent Tower Master's massive demonic body.
The shadow of death loomed over me with an unprecedented sense of suffocation.
"What?!"
The Blood Baleful Intent Tower Master looked terrified and let out a shrill scream.
Before this phantom of chains, his proud Dao Mysterious Realm Fourth Layer was as insignificant as a speck of dust.
Unstoppable!
You will die; your soul will be completely annihilated!
At the critical moment when life and death hung by a thread, a flash of madness and heartache crossed the Blood Baleful Intent Tower Master's eyes.
He flipped his hand over, and a strange stone sculpture covered with dark red, sinister patterns instantly appeared in his palm.
He didn't even have time to glance at it before recklessly pouring the remaining demonic energy within his body into it.
Buzz!
The stone statue suddenly erupted with a strange, blood-red fluctuation, and the entire void seemed to shift in that instant.
The next moment.
Pfft!
The illusory chains tightened suddenly, and the Blood Baleful Intent Tower Master's massive demonic body was instantly torn into a pool of thick, pungent blood before he could even scream.
As the Blood Baleful Intent Tower Master's physical body annihilated, the eerie stone sculpture shattered into dust with a crack.
The ghostly chains, having lost their target, hovered in mid-air for a moment before slowly dissipating into nothingness.
"Pfft...!"
At the same time, the Elder Nether Baleful Intent was struck as if by a heavy blow. He screamed and flew backward for dozens of feet, spitting out blood as he crashed heavily through the white bone mountain wall in the distance.
A brief silence fell over the forbidden area.
After a few breaths.
Above the pool of blood, endless blood mist surged wildly once more.
A ferocious figure, three meters in size, slowly reformed.
It was none other than the Blood Baleful Intent Tower Master.
However, the moment he appeared, the Blood Baleful Intent Tower Master's face, covered in evil markings, turned ashen, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.
He clutched his violently churning chest, his body trembling uncontrollably, his eyes still filled with deep horror and lingering fear.
"Damn it... damn it!"
The Blood Baleful Intent Tower Master's face twisted in agony as he forced a venomous growl through clenched teeth, "You actually forced me to use a Death-Substitution Sacred Statue!!"
This is a life-saving treasure bestowed by the clan, its value far exceeding that of ordinary Wondrous Objects of Heaven and Earth.
Even with his noble status in the clan, he only had three.
He used one of them back then in order to escape from the pursuit of that terrifying being from the Vast Waves Sacred Academy.
Now, while peeking into a memory, he was forced to reveal a second one.
Now, he only has one last trump card left to save his life.
The Blood Baleful Intent Tower Master took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the weakness within his body. With a sway of his body, he instantly teleported to the side of the Elder Nether Baleful Intent lay unconscious in the ruins.
He checked the other person's breathing, his face grim, and then, with a flick of his wrist, fed them a life-saving pill that emitted a strong medicinal fragrance.
A moment later.
The Elder Nether Baleful Intent let out a painful groan and slowly opened his eyes.
At this moment, his spirit was withered and listless, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness. He looked around blankly and asked, "My... my lord? What happened? Why have I become like this?"
He was completely unaware of what had just happened.
The Blood Baleful Intent Tower Master looked down at him from his high position and roared:
"Speak! Where did you go a year ago? And who did you meet?!"
boom!
The terrifying pressure from the Dao Mysterious Realm descended like a mountain.
The Elder Nether Baleful Intent, terrified, trembled all over and struggled to kneel down, his voice trembling as he said:
"My lord, you are wise. A year ago, I went to Demon Abyss Valley entirely according to your secret orders to set up the large array nodes required for the plan."
"Nothing unusual happened during this period, and I... I didn't see anyone either."
Upon hearing this, the Blood Baleful Intent Tower Master was deeply shaken.
My memories... have truly been completely erased.
That cold and majestic voice from just now was merely a lingering imprint in his memory, yet the power it unleashed nearly killed him on the spot.
Such methods are far beyond the realm of common sense.
"Is it the Two Sage Realms of a great martial arts cultivator... or perhaps... the Emperor Realm?"
The Blood Baleful Intent Tower Master muttered to himself, a fine layer of cold sweat seeping from his forehead.
What exactly happened in Demon Abyss Valley a year ago?
Why would such a terrifying entity, standing at the pinnacle of the world, be involved?
And... who exactly is that towering, golden figure, bound by chains and wielding a giant sword?
When the Elder Nether Baleful Intent saw the name Chu Batian, his soul would experience excruciating pain.
Could it be... that figure battling the ghostly chains... is Chu Batian, who has been missing for over a year?
But how is that possible?
How could a mere peak master of the Azure Mystic Sect possibly be involved with such a forbidden existence?!
a long time.
The Blood Baleful Intent Tower Master took a deep breath and withdrew all his oppressive aura.
He casually tossed down a sixth-grade healing pill and said indifferently:
"This matter ends here. Not a single word of what happened today is to be revealed to anyone."
"Go down and heal your wounds."
Elder Nether Baleful Intent felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He grabbed the pills, kowtowed repeatedly, and retreated in fear.
In the desolate ruins of the forbidden area, only the Blood Baleful Intent Tower Master stood with his hands behind his back.
He looked up towards the distant Eastern Continent Imperial City, his dark pupils rippling with intense emotion.
" Chu Batian... Chu Yunfei..."
What earth-shattering secret are you and your son hiding?
In the southern border of the Eastern Continent, at the Jade Firmament Sect Forest Villa of the Jade Cloud Sect.
The interior space of the Divine Cauldron of Heavenly Mandate.
With a flow rate ten times faster, what was only one night outside the cauldron had passed for five whole days inside.
Chu Yunfei stood proudly, his black robes as black as ink, holding the Abyss-Devouring Sword.
Before him, tens of thousands of mid-grade spirit stones had already turned into a pile of grayish-white powder.
" Sea-Overturning Ninefold Sword... The Ninth Sword!"
Chu Yunfei's eyes narrowed sharply, and he shattered the void with his feet, Abyss-Devouring Sword in a thunderous strike.
Boom boom boom!
The dark golden sword energy surged like a raging torrent crashing against the shore, layer upon layer of frantic power.
The nine sword beams merged into one in an instant, transforming into a dark golden sword beam a hundred feet long. It raged wildly within the Divine Cauldron Space, tearing a huge gap in the chaotic mist that permeated the distance.
The Sword Qi swept across, like a celestial river pouring down.
"Call..."
Chu Yunfei let out a long sigh, then sheathed the Abyss-Devouring Sword with a satisfied smile.
It's done.
One night outside is equivalent to five days inside the cauldron.
He completely mastered the last four moves of the Sea-Overturning Ninefold Sword, directly reaching the state of perfection.
The power unleashed by the nine swords stacked together was originally comparable to a low-grade Heaven-rank martial skill.
However, supported by Chu Yunfei's powerful spiritual energy in his dantian, once it is fully unleashed, its power can even touch the threshold of the middle-grade Heaven Rank in an instant.
The person who created this martial art probably never dreamed that one day someone would be able to bring it to such an incredible level.
"With my current foundation, combined with the Three-Origin Burning Momentum of the Great Heaven-Burning Art..."
A sharp fighting spirit flashed in Chu Yunfei's eyes.
In a one-on-one fight, even if he were to face a powerful expert at the Divine Sea Realm Ninth Level in his prime, he was confident that he could put up a fight and even defeat and kill him.
"However... it would still be dangerous to be surrounded by multiple Divine Sea Realm Ninth Level cultivators at the same time."
Chu Yunfei's eyes narrowed slightly, but he remained absolutely calm.
A martial artist capable of reaching the Divine Sea Realm Ninth Level.
Which one of them isn't exceptionally talented?
Who doesn't have a few trump cards and desperate moves in their hand?
Once surrounded and held back by the combined forces of the enemy, and the effects of the Great Heaven-Burning Art wear off, the period of weakness will arrive, leaving him with nothing but the fate of being slaughtered.
"We still need to reach the true Divine Sea Realm as soon as possible..."
Chu Yunfei exhaled a breath of turbid air, and with a slight thought, his divine soul and consciousness instantly withdrew from the Divine Cauldron of Heavenly Mandate and returned to his physical body.
I opened my eyes, and the sky outside the window was already turning a pale white.
Chu Yunfei quickly washed up, changed into a brand-new black robe, slung the Abyss-Devouring Sword at his waist, and pushed open the wooden door of the side room.
In the small courtyard, the morning mist had not yet dissipated.
Around a stone table, Wen Jiao, Wen Buqi, and Uncle Yao sat together, quietly sipping spiritual tea.
Hearing the door open, the three of them turned to look at each other.
The moment Wen Jiao's gaze fell upon Chu Yunfei, her beautiful eyes paused slightly.
I don't know if it's just my imagination.
Just one night later, the aura emanating from the young man in black seemed to have become even more restrained and profound.
As he took a step, his robes fluttered slightly, and a faint, chilling lingering sword intent remained in the air.
Uncle Yao stroked his gray beard, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes. "Young Master Chu, it seems your strength has improved again in just one night."
Chu Yunfei walked into the courtyard and said with a faint smile, "Elder Yao, you flatter me. I had a sudden insight last night and was fortunate enough to gain something."
Uncle Yao's lips twitched slightly, and he shook his head with a bitter smile.
lucky?
When we first met in Qingyang City a few months ago, this kid was just an insignificant ant in the Body Tempering Realm.
Now, however, he can easily beat Wu Yong, who is at the Divine Sea Realm Fifth Layer, half to death.
This old man, who has lived for over a hundred years, has only barely reached the Divine Sea Realm Third Level. Comparing people is truly infuriating.
Chu Yunfei turned to Wen Buqi, cupped his hands, and asked, " Elder Wen, are you also coming with us to the capital?"
Wen Buqi put down his teacup, sighed deeply, and said with a hint of self-mockery, "After what happened yesterday, that old bastard Zhou Changgeng wished he could tear me apart alive."
"That sect leader Danyuanzi, seems reasonable, but in reality, he's a politician who won't act until he sees a tangible benefit."
"This Jade Firmament Sect... I've lost interest in staying here. I might as well return to the Imperial City Main Pavilion and find some peace and quiet."
Chu Yunfei nodded slightly, agreeing wholeheartedly.
Wen Jiao stood up and said softly, "Now that everything is ready, let's set off."
She gently waved her hand.
Buzz!
A magnificent flying boat, thirty feet long and shimmering with azure crystal light, hovered in mid-air above the courtyard.
Let's go.
Wen Jiao took light, graceful steps, and landed on the deck first.
Wen Buqi and Uncle Yao followed closely behind and leaped onto the boat.
Chu Yunfei walked to the center of the courtyard, and just as he was about to step onto the boat, he paused slightly.
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced almost imperceptibly at a remote mountain forest several miles away.
There, a few faint, chilling killing intents lurked.
Chu Yunfei's lips curled into a playful smile, and he chuckled softly:
" Zhou Changgeng, I hope you can hurry up and not keep me waiting too long."
Before he could finish speaking, Chu Yunfei's figure blurred, transforming into a black afterimage, and landed steadily on the deck of the flying boat.
Wen Jiao stood on the deck of the flying boat and softly urged, " Uncle Yao, activate the formation and set off back to the imperial city."