Chapter 424 - 399: Chaotic Battle 1, Sinister Power!
"The right time requires quiet waiting, watch as everything unfolds."
"Elder Ji is right, besides, this matter is of great importance. If we really were to act, that person wouldn’t be completely unaware."
Wu Peng said with a hidden implication.
The others were initially stunned, but quickly understood whom he was referring to.
...
At this moment.
Gu Qingyang was also watching the great war between the Righteous and Demon Dao.
Not to mention the intentions of those Reincarnation Mahayana, but as of now, the Righteous and Demon Dao have fully engaged in true fire. In just half a day of battle, both sides have suffered heavy casualties.
In order to deal with the Blood Transformation Demon Sect, the Righteous Sects have indeed exerted their utmost effort.
Now.
With the outbreak of war, it is naturally extremely fierce.
With the fall of numerous cultivators, Gu Qingyang could also sense some subtle changes.
"The downfall of numerous cultivators aside, such a great war causes further damage to the very foundation of heaven and earth, placing a considerable burden on the Heavenly Dao of the Taiyuan Realm.
If those two newly acclaimed Mahayana fall, the strength of Taiyuan Realm’s Heavenly Dao might drop significantly!"
Gu Qingyang contemplated silently.
Now within the Dimensional Space.
The strength of Taiyuan Realm’s Heavenly Dao has evidently weakened.
Originally, with the appearance of two Mahayana Stage powerhouses, the strength of Taiyuan Realm’s Heavenly Dao had surged dramatically, but now it is gradually declining.
Changes in heaven and earth relate to the foundation of the Heavenly Dao.
The life and death of ordinary cultivators naturally have little impact on the Heavenly Dao, but if there is a wholesale massacre, with many living beings falling, even the Heavenly Dao would suffer backlash.
This is why, once there is a large-scale massacre, it will invoke Celestial Punishment.
Celestial Punishment.
It’s a self-protection measure of the Heavenly Dao.
Now that the Righteous and Demon Dao have started a war, it equates to damaging the foundation of the Heavenly Dao, which, to Gu Qingyang, is a good thing.
In the Dimensional Space.
Three majestic figures are engaged in battle.
The Immortal Extinction Realm’s Heavenly Dao and Taiyuan Realm’s Heavenly Dao have transformed into myriad forms, each move employing the Heaven and Earth Dao to suppress, intending to annihilate Gu Qingyang completely.
Facing the combined assault of both Heavenly Dao, Gu Qingyang also fought back with all his might, the phantom of the towering Divine Tree stood in the void, the Human Emperor Sword burst forth with a stunning icy glint, and the terrifying power within was pushed to the extreme.
The divine might of a Quasi-Immortal Artifact, even the Heavenly Dao must fear.
Because of this.
Gu Qingyang could truly withstand the attacks of the two Heavenly Dao.
In the confrontation.
He keenly sensed the weakness of the Heavenly Dao from both worlds.
Needless to say, Taiyuan Realm’s Heavenly Dao, engaged in internal turmoil, naturally incurs weakness, as for the Immortal Extinction Realm’s Heavenly Dao, years of wanton extraction of Heaven and Earth Power stirred calamities, now resisted by the resentment of beings.
However, the profound foundation of both Heavenly Dao ensures this level of weakening is insufficient to affect the situation.
Nevertheless.
Gu Qingyang was unconcerned.
A thousand-mile dyke can be destroyed by an ant’s nest.
Everything accumulates step by step, awaiting a full outbreak later.
As long as the strength of both Heavenly Dao drops a level, or if his cultivation breaks through again, Gu Qingyang will ensure both Heavenly Dao understand whose fist is the hardest.
...
"Boom!"
"Rumble!"
Tremendous aftershocks raged through the void, a terrifying Dharma Aspect soared in the sky.
The Blood Transformation Ancestor transformed into an Ancient Celestial Demon, every move brimming with unparalleled Demon’s Might, seemingly able to subdue the entire world. Observing Master Gu Ming, the Pure Yang Dharma Aspect stood like a Heaven and Earth Divine Spirit, gathering boundless power onto oneself.
Both had advanced to the Mahayana Stage, confident in suppressing the other.
Yet when they truly engaged, they were abruptly aware of having underestimated their opponents in front of them.
"Well, well, well, didn’t expect my Celestial Demon True Body couldn’t directly suppress you, the foundation of the Immortal King Sect is indeed not weak!"
The Blood Transformation Ancestor’s face was hideous, appearing ever more eerie amidst the boundless Demonic Qi, his eyes glinting with blood-red, gathering terrifying power in front to transform into a peerless Demon Blade falling down.
The Blood-colored Saber Gang dominated the heavens, seemingly devouring the radiance of the sun and moon entirely.
Facing the Blood Transformation Ancestor’s strongest strike, Master Gu Ming was also solemn, with a thought of Divine Thought, the Dharma Aspect instantly connected with heaven and earth, then purple thunders descended from the heavens dramatically.
When the two forces collided, ten thousand miles of void shattered, and countless powers swept in all directions, affecting the Blood Transformation Demon Sect.
A layer of Sect Protection Array arose, only to be utterly crushed in a blink.
In the face of Mahayana Stage power, the so-called Sect Protection Array was nothing but a joke.
While all disciples of the Blood Transformation Demon Sect were terror-stricken, from the Forbidden Ground, within the Ancient Tower, came an extremely cold voice.
"Fight, fight!"
"I can already sense the aura of the outside world!"
"True Martial Great Emperor, no matter you sealed me here, after countless years, I will eventually break free.
Once I emerge, I will make you pay!"
The voice grew ghastly by the end.
He hated.
Hated the True Martial Great Emperor for sealing him here for countless years.
But now.
The voice finally saw hope for breaking the seal.
If anyone was here, they would notice the entire Bronze Ancient Tower emanated an eerie blood-red aura. Upon closer inspection, they would find almost imperceptible golden forces entwined outside the Bronze Ancient Tower, like chains binding it, resembling the markings of some mysterious rune.
But those golden forces, eroded by time, were already tattered beyond recognition.
At this moment, with the residual waves from the Mahayana Stage powerhouses sweeping over, these golden forces were shaking violently, as if ready to shatter at any moment.
Right then.
One of the golden runes collapsed completely, a trace of blood-red power seeped out, unnoticed by anyone while silently leaving and falling onto a disciple of the Blood Transformation Demon Sect.
The blood-red power falling, the person’s body stiffened instinctively, then the divine light in his eyes vanished abruptly, like a puppet, heading toward the Forbidden Ground.
This scene.
Made some fellow disciples of the Blood Transformation Demon Sect stare in bewilderment.
"Zhang, where are you going?"
"Zhang..."
Someone caught up, just touching his shoulder when a chill hit his chest, a long sword pierced through it, and he saw a once familiar yet now extremely alien face.
"Zhang... why..."
He died without understanding why the other had killed him.
The sudden mutation caused other disciples’ expressions to change dramatically.
At this moment.
The one named Zhang, without looking back, dashed toward the Forbidden Ground, this time, no one dared obstruct him.
Soon.
More blood-red power seeped out, each disciple of the Blood Transformation Demon Sect seemed bewitched, also heading toward the Forbidden Ground.
Such a shift naturally drew the attention of the Blood Transformation Demon Sect’s powerhouses.
Even in the chaotic battle, with the sect in turmoil, discovering abnormalities was quite normal.
Immediately.
Powerhouses stepped forth to intervene.
But those possessed by the blood-red power seemed to lose all essence, anyone blocking their path to the Forbidden Ground became a target for attack.
In no time.
The entire Blood Transformation Demon Sect fell into internal strife.
A multitude of cultivators, under the blood-red power’s influence, stormed into the Forbidden Ground, kneeling devoutly before the Bronze Ancient Tower, as if beholding a supreme deity.
Then.
Without even flinching, they slit their wrists, with copious blood gushing out, drawn by an unseen force gathered toward the Bronze Ancient Tower.
From an aerial view, the flow of blood formed a vast, eerie rune.