Chapter 117 - 51: Archaic Map
At the same time, a terrifyingly immense force struck Chen Wansen’s chest, sending him flying backward like a cannonball.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
He crashed through tree after tree along his path. The tyrannical Power splintered the trunks, carving a straight path through the forest. He finally slammed violently into a massive boulder hundreds of zhang away, causing the entire rock to crumble and collapse into a cloud of dust!
At that moment,
Gu Yun and Xiao Chen were passing by high in the sky not far away. Hearing the violent explosions, they had initially intended to leave.
But then Xiao Chen took a closer look.
"Hmm? That’s... Chen Wansen!"
Gu Yun also recognized the man as Chen Wansen from Celestial Wood Dao Peak. They were both Inner Sect Disciples of the Profound Celestial Sect, and they’d had some dealings at the Treasure Exchange Fair before, so they were acquainted. Now, seeing him so grievously injured...
Moreover, that tall, thin, black-robed elder seemed to be from the Primordial Demon Sect.
In response, wisps of purple Thunder Arcs flickered within Gu Yun’s ink-black eyes as his astonishing vision focused on the scene below.
He saw,
Lying amidst the dust and rubble of the collapsed boulder, Chen Wansen suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, clearly having sustained heavy injuries.
The corners of the tall, thin, black-robed elder’s mouth curled up, and his sinister voice drifted out. "Boy, prepare to meet the Death God.
Heh heh heh..."
The moment he finished speaking, a black light flared in his withered palm. Swirling with pitch-black Netherworld qi, it emanated a terrifying momentum, as if it had been summoned from the depths of Hell.
The next moment,
His withered hand gathered the surrounding black True Yuan and thrust out in a palm strike. It was accompanied by the roar of a terrifying, sinister wind, and the shriek of the dark qi tearing through the air sounded like the wailing of ghosts and demons.
It was a terrifying sight. The giant palm, condensed from black True Yuan, was just about to descend and obliterate Chen Wansen.
Suddenly,
A figure in a white robe tore through space like a bolt of lightning, instantly appearing before Chen Wansen. In that split second, arcs of dazzling Thunder erupted, spreading out in a terrifying display.
Then, Gu Yun clenched his five fingers into a fist, gathering all the surrounding Thunder onto it. With the force of a thunderbolt, he blasted it toward the giant palm of black True Yuan!
BOOM!
The violent collision created a near-tangible torrent that swept out in all directions. The shockwave transformed into an invisible crushing force that pressed down on the surroundings, causing the very ground to collapse under the tyrannical power.
But in the next instant,
The incomparably tyrannical Thunder Fist, radiating a brilliant light, utterly shattered the giant palm of black True Yuan, which dissipated into a cloud of black mist.
At the same time,
A heaven-encompassing wave of Thunder erupted from Gu Yun’s body. The dazzling Thunder seemed to illuminate the world as it spread out, instantly coalescing into a terrifying Thunder Dragon hundreds of zhang long.
ROAR!
The terrifying Thunder Dragon, exuding a heart-stopping aura, let out a roar that shook heaven and earth.
It then tore through space and lunged toward the black-robed elder, blotting out the sky like a divine Thunder Punishment from the heavens!
This sudden turn of events clearly stunned the tall, thin, black-robed elder.
He watched as the man in the white Profound Robe before him, who exuded an absolutely tyrannical aura, casually shattered his ultimate technique, the Great Netherworld Palm, with a single punch.
And now, this terrifying, several-hundred-zhang-long Thunder Dragon was bearing down on him, vast and inescapable, like a divine Thunder Punishment.
Its terrifying momentum seemed to lock down the space around him, leaving him with no way to evade.
The tall, thin, black-robed elder’s pupils instantly shrank to pinpoints. His heart plummeted, and the taut skin on his gaunt face began to tremble uncontrollably.
But even as he faced the terrifying Thunder Dragon’s attack,
His intense will to survive drove him to form a hand seal.
A black True Essence Shield instantly materialized before him.
But the terrifying Thunder Dragon tore through the ridiculously brittle black True Essence Defense as if it were paper.
"No! My lord will not let you get away with this...!"
The black-robed elder cried out in terror. But before he could finish his sentence,
The terrifying Thunder Dragon instantly obliterated him. Before the overwhelming power of the Thunder, he was reduced to a charred husk and vanished from the world.
’This... This is too strong!’
Chen Wansen, lying on the collapsed boulder, muttered in absolute shock, his eyes wide.
The black-robed elder from the Primordial Demon Sect had beaten him to within an inch of his life, yet this person had killed that same elder in a single move.
Meanwhile, at the very moment the black-robed elder died, somewhere inside the Supreme Secret Realm...
...in a certain gloomy Spiritual Energy Valley filled with incredibly dense Spiritual Qi,
a figure was sitting cross-legged, suspended in mid-air. He was surrounded by terrifying streams of black qi that swirled around him like black vortexes, slowly devouring the void.
This person, dressed in a long black robe with a sharply defined face, suddenly opened his deep-set eyes and murmured,
"Hmm?!"
’Eagle Ghost actually died?’
The terrifying, black-robed youth glanced in the direction where the elder had died, then closed his eyes again, paying it no further mind.
「...」
When Chen Wansen came to his senses,
He immediately struggled to cup his fists in gratitude. "Thank you for your help, Senior!"
Unexpectedly, the person turned around and addressed him, "Brother Chen!"
For a moment, Chen Wansen was stunned. The person before him seemed to know him. Taking a closer look, he exclaimed, "Gu... Senior Brother Gu!!"
He couldn’t believe it. This incredibly powerful person was the same one he had met at the Treasure Exchange Fair.
’Back then, I had only just joined the Inner Sect. How long has it even been?’
’His aura is as deep as an abyss, and just by standing there, he exudes an astonishingly powerful momentum.’
Up above, Xiao Chen was no less shocked than Chen Wansen. ’That casual Heaven-Filling Thunder Fist must have had the power of the True Martial Sixth Layer. And that terrifying, several-hundred-zhang Thunder Dragon was even more astounding—its power was likely comparable to the True Martial Seventh Layer! The True Martial Seventh Layer!’
’That black-robed man was only at the True Martial Fourth Layer. Trying to block that terrifying Thunder Dragon with his flimsy True Essence Shield was like trying to stop a missile with a piece of glass as thin as a cicada’s wing. How could he not be killed in one move?’
’I could have done that too!’
With that thought, he took a step forward, his figure instantly crossing hundreds of zhang to appear beside Chen Wansen.
Faced with this young Cultivator who had suddenly appeared—dressed in a black Profound Robe, with a resolute face and a rock-steady gaze—
Chen Wansen said with a hint of surprise, "Xiao Chen!"
Xiao Chen nodded in acknowledgment. "Chen Wansen! It’s been a while."
Just then, Gu Yun spoke up. "Junior Brother Chen, why did someone from the Primordial Demon Sect come after you?"
Hearing this, Chen Wansen waved his hand, and a damaged, Ancient Scroll Map appeared in it. He then said,
"It’s probably because of this thing."
"I came across this map by chance.
It’s said to be related to a secret within the Supreme Secret Realm."
「...」
「Several days later」
Gu Yun’s group followed the location on the ancient map, passing through numerous mountains that towered into the clouds and glowed with a misty light, as well as countless seas of forests.
They now stood before a massive, majestic abyssal fissure.
The great chasm before them stretched for an unknown number of kilometers. Below was a bottomless abyss, and deep within it, a river as black as ink seemed to flow.
Terrifying currents of air surged upward, carrying dreadful black Evil Qi that formed powerful astral winds within the void of the abyss.
From a distance, it sounded as if the terrible wails of ghosts and demons were drifting up from below.