A Walking Natural Disaster, Fools!
Heaven and earth wept, all things mourned.
With the loss of its anchoring position, the Lightless Dead Realm completely collapsed, and the rules and order of the entire realm crumbled.
Above the sky, the dark clouds stretching for thousands of miles were mercilessly torn apart by countless void rifts; the raging chaotic winds poured in from beyond the heavens, transforming into a gray-white storm powerful enough to shred Nascent Soul Cultivator, sweeping wantonly across the land.
A fault line appeared in the earth's veins, and pitch-black, Nether Rock shot into the sky like a raging dragon, turning everything in sight into a boiling sea of fire.
Chaos, apocalypse.
This place, which should have been a bloodbath, has now become a feast for Shi Jian alone.
"Boom!"
A jet-black spear, thousands of feet long, fell from the sky.
The spear tip, wreathed in purple and gold lightning, pierced heavily into the central main hall of a majestic black city. A towering aura surged forth, and the seemingly indestructible black crystal city walls crumbled inch by inch like clay sculptures.
This city, known as "Nether Sha," was once home to millions of Night Beast Night Beast.
Now, only ruins remain.
The hundreds of the Nascent Soul Realm Night Beast that remained in the city were reduced to ashes by the rampaging Divine Firmament Righteous Yang Lightning before they could even let out a scream.
The void twisted, Shi Jian, dressed in a white robe, slowly walked out from the sea of lightning.
His face was stern, and his right hand hovered in the air as if making a grabbing motion.
A violent roar came from the depths of the earth, and an ancient underground treasure trove covering hundreds of acres was uprooted.
The gate exploded, and countless fifth-order Dao of Darkness passage ores, ancient spirit medicine, and tens of thousands of Night Beast cores, all emitting a faint glow, were swallowed into his personal secret realm like a whale sucking in water.
"The thirteenth one."
Shi Jian spoke indifferently, silently counting.
This world is about to Return to the Ruins, and all the royal treasures buried deep underground will become ownerless. If you do not take what Heaven has given you, you will suffer the consequences.
He drew the Immortal-Slaying Spear, stomped his foot, and a white shockwave exploded in the void.
He transformed into a streak of purple-gold lightning, tearing through the dust and smoke, and rushed towards the next place rich in spiritual energy.
Wherever Shi Jian passed, the storms retreated and thunder swept across the land.
He was like a walking catastrophe, more ruthless than the collapsing world; wherever there were Night Beast Nascent Soul the Nascent Soul stage, he wiped them out with a single spear thrust.
He plundered every underground palace that contained Dao of Darkness passages and rare treasures, even squeezing every last bit of value from the millions of corpses and remains.
No need to hold back, no need to worry.
In the final moments of the realm's destruction, he became the most terrifying natural disaster in this world.
Wherever it goes, Lei Bao sweep through; wherever it stops, the essence of that place is plundered.
He is the Violent Thunder, he is the walking natural disaster!
In the central part of the realm, at the former site of Black Wind Abyss.
This place was originally a bottomless canyon, but now the canyon has been filled in by overflowing lava, and in the center of the lava lake...
A dark abyss Spirit Vein, tens of thousands of feet long, is emanating an extremely rich spiritual aura of the Great Dao.
This is a fifth-tier top-grade Spirit Vein that was exposed after the collapse of the Death Realm and the cracking of the earth; it can be said to be the most Spiritual Qi and highest-quality top-grade Spirit Root in the entire Lightless Dead Realm.
Shi Jian floated above the lava lake, his five fingers spread wide, and the illusory images of the Purple Firmament and Purple Pivot Dao Platforms spun in his palm.
Thousands of purple-gold lightning bolts probed into the magma, tightly binding the black dragon-like Spirit Vein, attempting to forcibly pull it away from the earth's veins.
Just then, strange ripples suddenly appeared in the surrounding void.
"Clang!"
A blinding platinum lightning bolt slashed out from the side of the void without warning.
The sword intent was extremely sharp, aimed directly at Shi Jian's back.
At the same time, the lava lake surface exploded in all directions.
More than ten powerful auras soared into the sky, forming an encirclement that tightly sealed Shi Jian in the center, blocking out the heavens and earth.
Shi Jian frowned slightly, reversed his grip on the Immortal-Slaying Spear, and swept it horizontally backward.
"Clang!"
The spear blade and the platinum sword thunder collided with a deafening roar.
The sound of metal clashing shattered the void within a hundred miles, and the violent recoil caused the attacker to groan and stumble out of the void.
It was a middle-aged Human Race dressed in a blue Daoist robe, holding a heavy sword wreathed in lightning; his identity was unknown.
Its aura was only at the Middle Spirit Transformation.
Around the middle-aged man stood three Nascent Spirit Transformation cultivators with profound auras.
One of them had dragon horns on his head, clearly indicating that he was a great demon from the Sea Race of the Vast Realm; the other two had wind and thunder wings on their backs, obviously vassals of the Space Heaven Clan of the Heaven Realm.
Besides these four Nascent Spirit Transformation, nearly a hundred other Nascent Soul Realm lightning cultivators were arrayed around them, each forming a large formation, exuding a murderous aura.
"The Human Race's lightning cultivators, and other scum from other realms."
Shi Jian slowly turned around, his deep gaze sweeping over the crowd, his tone calm and even, "You... want to die?"
The middle-aged man stared at Shi Jian, a glint of barely concealed greed and apprehension flashing in his eyes.
Although no outsiders were present during the battle at the Polar Night Sacred Abyss Eight years ago, news of the heavy casualties suffered by the Profound Lightning Imperial Clan had already spread far and wide.
It is widely rumored that the Divine Firmament Lightning Bear was severely injured by the counterattack of the powerful demon from the Extreme Realm, its essence greatly damaged, and it is now at its last gasp.
Now that they see Shi Jian here, frantically plundering all kinds of treasures, they naturally can't restrain themselves and want to do what the hunters do later.
"You evil Demon Dao, cease your rampage!"
The middle-aged man, with righteous indignation, roared, "This Lightless Dead Realm is a trial ground shared by Nine Realms. You, a bear demon, relying on your brute strength, have dared to plunder so brazenly, even severing Spirit Vein! This is utterly outrageous!"
"Hand over a portion of the treasures you've obtained and leave this place. We, the high-ranking cultivators from all realms, will perhaps let this go out of consideration for the kings of the Beast Realm!"
The two Nascent Spirit Transformation cultivators from the Heaven Realm also sneered repeatedly, their palms brimming with the power of wind and thunder.
"Strike while the iron is hot and kill him."
"Although he is in the Late Spirit Transformation, he is severely injured and can only exert a fraction of his peak strength at most. Does he deserve to monopolize such fortuitous opportunity?"
Surrounded by enemies, Shi Jian sighed softly.
Seeing that the Fang Yi and acting solely on guesswork, I was almost amused by their behavior; indeed, people can laugh when they are speechless.
In times of great contention, wealth stirs the heart.
But there are always fools who think that having more people can bridge the gap in cultivation level and combat power.
"Noisy."