Two Worlds: Demonic Cultivator with His Zombie Materials

The world shook fiercely, countless powerful cultivators struggled to stand firm, fearing they’d be swept away by the terrible storm, dying before their time.

Yet the great change of the world made it seem as though the entire universe was silently transforming, trembling.

Rumble rumble!

Soon, someone noticed.

The source of this giant rumbling appeared to come from the depths of the abyss, as though some terrifying presence was attempting to break free from the endless deep below.

The terrifying power made it difficult for the world to remain calm.

It was as if an invisible hand was vigorously shaking the depths of the ocean, causing massive waves, ten meters, even a hundred meters high, to rise, roll, and fiercely crash against the surrounding islands.

The terrible gravity shattered everything on the islands, and with the rippling vibrations, it seemed the islands were thoroughly suppressed by the trembling.

From then on, vanishing above the sea.

Finally, the root of this terrible power was understood, coming from the bottom of the sea’s abyss, an invisible hand shaking space, seemingly intent on destroying everything.

Meanwhile, the majestic shadow of the Ancient True Dragon Hall hovering in the sky vanished, directly withdrawing beneath the canyon.

After a long time, the world returned to calm, the surface of the sea rolled, many people finally snapping out of the incredible shock from earlier.

The extreme impact was hard to forget, even Zheng Yi’s face turned serious.

Looking outward, the dozens of islands that previously floated on the sea were completely wiped out by the terrible storm, nothing remained but an endless vastness of blue, no other colors.

"The Ancient True Dragon Hall is just below! Charge!"

Suddenly, someone shouted loudly.

That single voice was like a drop of cold water falling into a hot pan, the entire crowd erupted, one by one the cultivators impatiently plunged into the sea, toward the slowly opening canyon below.

Gazing at the spacetime beneath the sea, faintly seeing that the open abyssal canyon was like a Demon King emerging from the depths, silently opening its massive mouth, awaiting everyone’s arrival.

"It’s definitely below!"

Zheng Yi, with keen senses far exceeding those of cultivators of the same tier, clearly felt a peculiar fluctuation emanating from the darkest depths.

But what surprised him most was that the space seemed not to belong to this same spacetime.

It appeared that one must traverse a spacetime barrier to reach the legendary Ancient True Dragon Hall.

Apparently, the connection point between the two spaces was the most dangerous place, the junction where two spaces collided, an area of conflict between differing powers of spacetime, colliding unconsciously, forming chaotic space currents, leading to disorder in the power of rules, easily causing harm.

Even a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator could step wrong and perish instantly, or be cast into the Outer Realm by the space currents, falling into boundless void.

At that time, returning would be difficult.

It was said that the Ancient True Dragon Hall was a Heaven-Reaching Spiritual Treasure at the Void Refining level, self-nurturing a Grotto Heaven, a complete Grotto Heaven world that could even reproduce its own ecosystem, possessing the potential to evolve into a small world.

It was for this reason that it could sustain the Pure-blooded True Dragon Race’s divine hall from ancient times.

"Do you all feel it? That aura has appeared again, seeming to originate from the depths below the seabed abyss!"

"He’s right, the Ancient True Dragon Hall is hidden below the Sea God Abyss?!"

"No wonder nobody found the location of this appearance of the Ancient True Dragon Hall—it was hiding beneath this seabed abyss..."

...

The clear spacetime fluctuations from the void transmitted above the space, growing stronger, until finally, even weaker Core Formation cultivators could clearly perceive it.

The battle above the void suddenly halted, the previously intense joint attack on Zheng Yi by dragons and phoenixes could no longer continue.

Numerous cultivators from all the powerful cultivation sects gathered here for the advent of the Ancient True Dragon Hall.

As for the earlier battles, they were merely appetizers, far from satisfying their needs.

"Quickly go!"

Accompanied by a shout, powerful beings rushed toward the abyss below that seemed endless.

Everyone competed, their speeds incredibly fast, vanishing instantly into the darkness, their shadows flickered, disappearing completely.

However, the true powerhouses were not acting rashly but headed into the depths unhurriedly.

"Inside the Dragon Hall we determine life and death, today your life will remain within the Dragon Hall."

"The Human Race that desecrates Phoenix Blood..."

Whether it was the Black Dragon True Monarch of the Dragon Race or the Third Princess Chi Yu Fairy from Phoenix Cry Island, they both hated Zheng Yi immensely, wishing they could join forces and slay him here, seizing this great opportunity.

But time was pressing, for the sake of the already emerging, causing great commotion Ancient True Dragon Hall, for the Ancestral Dragon Qi, they had to abandon the current circumstance.

After all, benefits are fundamental, and the Ancestral Dragon Primordial Qi is the key to the Divinity Transformation Tier, prioritizing the bigger picture.

However, before leaving, all these people glared angrily at Zheng Yi, uttered vicious words, and then ignored Zheng Yi, immediately turning and rushing into the endless abyss beneath the sea with their clansmen.

"Perhaps capturing a few Phoenixes isn’t a bad idea either!"

Watching the departing Dragon and Phoenix Races, Zheng Yi remained expressionless, his gaze profound.

At this moment, through the amplification of the Nirvana Divinity, he had already completely awakened.

But to Zheng Yi, the Dragon and Phoenix Races, these naturally divine creatures, were merely hunting targets.

It was fortunate that the powerhouses of the Phoenix Race had already rushed into the abyss, for if they had heard Zheng Yi’s words, a new round of battles would surely erupt.

Enough to drown anyone in a terrifying fury.

Originally, after Zheng Yi reached the late stage of the Nascent Soul Stage, he was on the verge of stepping beyond, troubled by the lack of resources. Now that the Dragon and Phoenix Races had come to him willingly, he could only graciously accept.

Now he had nothing to worry about in the Profound Celestial Cultivation Realm.

Once he had gathered all the resources, by seizing the Ancestral Dragon Primordial Qi from the Ancient True Dragon Hall, and taking another step further into the Divinity Transformation Tier, both his cultivation body and the Taiyue Divine Venerable in the Doomsday World would undergo deeper transformation.

By that time, even he himself wouldn’t know what kind of foundation he would possess.

A mere Divinity Transformation Stage could absolutely not constrain his true form after merging with the Taiyue Divine Venerable.

By that time, what kind of level they would reach, no one could predict, not even he, the instigator and experiencer.

Perhaps it would be the legendary Void Refining Stage that glimpsed the mysteries of the Immortal Dao, or perhaps not.

But what is certain is that by that time, his being, whether in the Profound Celestial Cultivation Realm or the Doomsday World, would definitely be unable to contain his true form. It would be completely crushed by his powerful energy source, and both worlds’ Heavenly Dao would be unable to contain him, ultimately rejecting him.

After all, even strong forces at the Divinity Transformation Tier who wish to hide in the Profound Celestial Cultivation Realm must be constrained by the Law of Balance and must conceal part of their power.

Any terrifying existence beyond this level is unimaginable, and by then, he would have to make a choice, voluntarily detaching from these two great worlds.

Entering the Void Realm, gambling on that elusive path of Immortal Ascension.

Therefore, before that, with Zheng Yi’s nature, he would inevitably seize this opportunity to reap a major harvest.

Those who steal jade are punished; those who steal a nation are hailed as lords.

And those who steal the Heavenly Dao are the true demons!

"I should leave too!"

As Zheng Yi returned to his senses, the surrounding powerful individuals had almost entirely disappeared. The few remaining figures seemed unwilling to enter the abyss and continued to wait outside.

Since it had come to this, Zheng Yi finally moved, his figure flashing as he slid into the abyss.

...

Beneath the sea, the light had long been isolated, leaving a realm of complete darkness.

The further down he went, the thicker the darkness became, like a vast dark hand wrapping everything tightly.

Moreover, as he continued downward, the pressure began to multiply. Under the sea abyss, it felt as if a towering mountain pressed down on his body, the weight almost suffocating him.

With the increasing depth, this pressure continued to pile on, a terrifying force pressing down mercilessly on his body, bringing unimaginable torment.

"I’m afraid this isn’t a place ordinary Core Formation Cultivators can withstand!"

"This time, the appearance location of the Ancient True Dragon Hall is such a perilous place? Many people are going to have headaches..."

After descending to a certain depth, Zheng Yi was enveloped by overwhelming darkness, all light swallowed by the blackness without leaving a trace of color.

Moreover, he could clearly feel the pressure he endured reaching an extremely terrifying level.

By Zheng Yi’s estimation, at this stage, generally, lower grade Void Core Cultivators could no longer hold on. Only middle-upper grade True Core and Golden Core Cultivators could continue to persist and explore further down.

It should be known that given Zheng Yi’s strength and sensitivity, even he could feel the pressure, which meant a catastrophe for ordinary cultivators.

The extent of the pressure here is unimaginable!

Thump! Thump!

Deep, muffled explosions resounded under the crushing pressure of darkness.

In the depths of the Sea God Abyss, blood splattered everywhere.

The Spirit Blood of cultivators, mingling with the murky seawater, still emitted a drifting gleam like scattered petals.