Chapter 630 - 320: Seven Kills Stele! Devouring Remnants
"This place is no longer beneath the deep sea; the spiritual power in the space isn’t abundant, and the atmosphere is quite ancient and oppressive."
"I’ve now entered the secret realm..."
Upon arriving in this space, Zheng Yi felt an indescribable oppression.
This area should be attached to a small space beneath the sea depths, and the air circulating carries a hint of humid spiritual power, though weak and chaotic, existing for who knows how long.
It is a breath from ancient times.
Zheng Yi casually waved his hand, and a point of light quickly rose, directly soaring to the top, instantly illuminating the area with bright clarity.
What caught his eye was a vast ruin, on which lay various collapsed buildings, various destroyed towers, all emitting an ancient aura, with chaotic stone walls and broken remnants, all telling the tale of what once happened here.
Some battle relics have remained, though there are no residual energy fluctuations, severely decayed, as Zheng Yi entered here, a breeze blew past, scattering the aura of history completely.
Zheng Yi proceeded forward, unable to decipher the architectural style here; it’s all a blend of ruins and dead silence, those once great existences transformed into nothing amidst the long years, gradually fading away.
Buzz!
Suddenly, Zheng Yi’s steps paused, a terrifying aura of deadly intent rushed toward him.
He lifted his gaze and froze at the sight directly ahead: a relatively intact structure.
From the horizontally and vertically aligned architectural structure, it’s evident this was once a massive altar, and at the top of the altar, suppressed within it, lay the Seven Kills Stele he yearned for.
The immense stone stele stands over three hundred meters tall, almost reaching the secret realm’s ceiling.
The entire stele body is ancient and vast, without any meticulous carvings, retaining the basic outline of raw stone.
But what is shocking are the terrifying blood-red characters above, forged with iron strokes, and resembling a dragon or serpent.
It seems someone dipped their fingers in blood to write it.
A sense of horror and distortion overwhelms, making one’s blood run cold.
Carrying overwhelming demon intent and hatred, its deadly intent flows through, sweeping across the barren wasteland, almost forming an absolute domain of deadly intent where the stone stele stands.
Zheng Yi’s heart violently trembled twice, his face involuntarily changed.
By now, how could he not realize?
That stone stele is merely ordinary stone, roughly outlined by someone, without anything special.
The truly special aspect lies in the blood-red characters written on it and the bloodstains; the overwhelming deadly intent, unparalleled hatred, emerge from those bloodstains.
In other words, someone used their hand to dip in blood to write the words, the deadly intent enduring through the ages, the hatred never ceasing, till now still capable of imposing immense spiritual pressure.
How terrifying is this? How astoundingly unparalleled?
Zheng Yi cannot even imagine the cultivation level of the person who initially wrote those words, so high is it?
A level he, until now, cannot even conceive.
Yet those characters are shrouded by unparalleled deadly intent; even so close, with his cultivation and Dao Foundation, he cannot clearly discern the appearance of those characters.
Zheng Yi felt his mind tremble, further horrified.
Perhaps only standing right in front of that enormous stone stele could one truly see clearly.
"Such terrifying deadly intent! From this far, it is still clearly perceivable!"
Amidst Zheng Yi’s astonishment, he felt the deadly intent rushing forth like a battle-worn army, its ideas melding into one, ultimately forming that terrifying deadly intent, as if capable of annihilating nations, tearing asunder.
Its wild surge felt as though sharp long sabers condensed in the void, chopping toward him.
Following this, Zheng Yi felt increasingly shaken, adjusted his steps, continued toward that cage-like altar structure.
Getting ever closer to the structure, the looming deadly intent materialized into oppressive realness.
Boom!
In the void, a knight wearing blood-red armor, holding a bleeding long halberd, was charging this way atop a galloping steed.
As the knight approached, he raised his weapon high, preparing to cleave Zheng Yi’s head.
Throughout the process, Zheng Yi remained motionless, seemingly unaware of the charging knight and steed, as if stunned by the terrifying deadly intent, standing still.
Puff!
As the blood-red knight contacted Zheng Yi’s head, he instantly dispersed into smoke and vanished.
"No wonder this is the Vast Sea Demon Dao’s long-preserved secret, without sufficient power, reaching here is utterly impossible."
The blood-red knight, formed entirely by deadly intent, wasn’t real but rather coagulated from the primoridal power of deadly intent, automatically reacting as anyone approached.
A terrifying invisible attack directly affects the divine soul, and if one’s cultivation is lacking, or has spiritual weakness, it might inflict considerable damage to the cultivator’s divine soul.
This form of attack isn’t intentionally aimed at intruders by the stone stele, but rather is a spontaneous reaction to external stimulus.