Chapter 706: Dao Fruit?

Chapter 706: Chapter 706: Dao Fruit?

"Break!"

Carrying the Purple Gold Thunderbolt that Xu Yunfan had sent across realms—a power so condensed it was almost tangible—his fists blasted out ferociously.

His target, however, was not the slashing sword blades or the shooting chains, but the viscous waves of blood beneath his feet and the solidified reefs of resentment to his side.

BOOM!!!

A terrifying ball of purple-gold thunder exploded violently at the point where the blood waves and the reefs met.

The Divine Sky Thunderbolt, a force of Supreme Yang and Firmness, crashed into the blood waves’ Death Qi—a power of Supreme Yin, absolute evil, and soul-defiling filth. The collision unleashed a world-shaking roar.

It was like a massive splash of cold water hitting a pan of boiling oil.

The viscous blood waves were evaporated and torn apart by the violent Power of Thunder and Fire, throwing up dark red waves hundreds of feet high.

The hard reefs of resentment cracked and crumbled inch by inch in the thunder, turning to dust.

Countless dazed True Spirits caught in the blast were vaporized in an instant, not even having time to cry out.

This move by Xu Yunfan wasn’t meant to attack his enemies, but to create the greatest possible chaos, giving him a chance to escape from the two Golden Core cultivators.

’Now is not the time for a fight to the death. I haven’t even caught a glimpse of the Taiyin Nether Dragon Fruit. If my clone Wukong dies here like this, it would be a tremendous loss.’

Using the Supreme Yang Divine Sky Thunderbolt to detonate the Supreme Yin power of the Netherworld, he triggered a localized tremor.

The effect was immediate.

The area of blood waves detonated by the thunder instantly formed a giant, dark red vortex that emanated a terrifying suction force.

Even more terrifyingly, the hazy gray sky above the core of the explosion suddenly turned as dark as ink.

Countless streaks of purple-black lightning, carrying a dense aura of calamity and destruction, materialized from thin air. Like enraged Thunder Serpents, they began to strike down madly.

This was not the Divine Sky Thunderbolt that Xu Yunfan had summoned. It was a thunder of Celestial Punishment, generated by the Sea of Suffering itself after its Laws were violently disturbed, and it was aimed at the disruptor.

Its targets were Wukong, the source of the detonation, as well as the two auras powerful enough to have attracted the attention of the Laws.

True Monarch Tong Xuan and the White-haired True Daoist.

"It worked!"

On Divine Sky Mountain, Xu Yunfan, who was witnessing everything through Wukong’s eyes, felt his heart relax slightly as a smile touched his lips.

’To be fair, no one could have predicted that someone in the Netherworld could unleash an attack with such purely Supreme Yang and Firm properties. And not just any attack, but a Thunder Technique—the most powerful offensive magic of all.’

This move had truly thrown the entire area into a constantly exploding pan of oil, turning everything upside down.

The three Profound Ice Giant Blades that True Monarch Tong Xuan had unleashed were instantly engulfed by the violent impact of the blood waves and the sudden strikes of purple-black lightning.

The Sword Spirit let out a piercing wail as its light dimmed drastically.

He himself was struck by a powerful backlash from the Netherworld and locked onto. With a muffled grunt, his protective Sword Spirit spun madly, resisting the purple-black lightning descending from the sky and the pull of the vortex below, his posture becoming unstable and wretched.

The White-haired True Daoist’s expression changed even more dramatically.

He hadn’t expected Xu Yunfan to be so decisive and ruthless as to dare to directly detonate the power of the Extreme Yin Netherworld.

His Secret Technique for reversing life and death was most vulnerable to this kind of chaotic backlash from the violent Origin of heaven and earth.

The Resentful Soul Chains shattered and dissipated inch by inch under the assault of the thunder and blood waves.

The protective halo of flowing life and death fluctuated violently. It was struck by several bolts of purple-black lightning, and though it barely held, its radiance dimmed considerably. For the first time, a grave expression and a hint of pain appeared on his unsettlingly handsome face.

If Clone Wukong had been handling this on his own, his limited perspective would naturally have made it impossible for him to achieve something on this scale.

But who could have guessed that Xu Yunfan could transmit his Supreme Yang Power through the Attribute Panel and use it as a foundation to cause such earth-shattering destruction.

Even Wukong couldn’t help but gasp in shock at the sight, and some of the fury in his chest dissipated.

Xu Yunfan’s move was simply too insane.

"Bastard!"

The White-haired True Daoist roared in anger, trying to stabilize himself and lock onto Wukong’s figure as he tried to use the explosion’s shockwave to escape through the chaos.

But Wukong, under Xu Yunfan’s control, had used the explosion’s recoil the instant his fists struck. Pushing the resilience of his Stone Embryo body to its absolute limit, he shot off like a cannonball launched from a catapult. He endured some of the explosive aftershocks and scattered bolts of purple-black lightning, fleeing for his life into the depths of the gray fog, away from the Netherworld.

The surface of the Stone Embryo was scorched black and covered in cracks from the Thunder Fire, and the light of the Profound Mirror had also dimmed considerably, but his speed was astonishing.

"Where do you think you’re going!"

True Monarch Tong Xuan forcibly dispersed several bolts of purple-black lightning. Ignoring the cost, his body transformed into a sharp streak of sword light and gave chase, locking onto the direction of Wukong’s escape.

The Star-Pivot Sword Spirit granted him a speed that defied logic, even in the Netherworld.

When it was said that a Golden Core could traverse the Qingming, it wasn’t just an empty boast; it was something they could do with a mere gesture.

The White-haired True Daoist’s gaze was so dark it could have been dripping ink. He looked at the devastated scene of raging thunder and blood waves, then in the direction True Monarch Tong Xuan had given chase, and snorted coldly.

’Run? Once you’ve entered this sea, how could you possibly escape! Let me first absorb this backlash, and then I’ll have some real fun with you.’

He showed no hurry to give chase. Instead, he formed a Two-Handed Seal. The halo of life and death around him flared brightly as he began to guide and absorb the violent purple-black lightning and the chaotic Death Qi and resentful power, seemingly intending to convert it all into his own strength.

As billows of purple-black smoke swirled around him, the strangeness of his methods and the heresy of his cultivation technique were enough to make one’s blood run cold.

Deep within the gray fog, Wukong fled at high speed under Xu Yunfan’s forceful control. His Molten Gold Pupils scanned the relentless sword light of True Monarch Tong Xuan in hot pursuit behind him, and farther away, the life-and-death vortex that emanated a terrifying suction.

The Magical Power within the Stone Embryo burned frantically, driven by Xu Yunfan’s will.

"Xu Yunfan, this can’t go on! The Stone Embryo won’t last much longer, and its Magical Power is almost depleted! That madman behind us is too close!"

Wukong roared in his Heart and Spirit, a trace of instinctual fear in his voice.

Though he was proud and untamable, he felt helpless in the face of such a desperate situation.

Being hunted by a True Monarch was a nightmare no Foundation Establishment cultivator would ever want to imagine.

"Just keep moving forward. I have plenty of Magical Power."

Xu Yunfan’s voice remained steady, suffused with an unprecedented focus as he continuously transferred Divine Sky Magical Power into Wukong’s body.

Although Wukong existed as a Divine Soul, he was also a naturally divine being who had been merged into the Stone Embryo by Xu Yunfan. This allowed him to withstand Xu Yunfan’s Divine Sky Magical Power, which was the very reason Xu Yunfan had chosen this particular True Spirit.

On Divine Sky Mountain, his main body sat cross-legged on the Cloud Platform, wreathed in Purple Gold Thunder Light. His gaze was not fixed on the main hall, but on the bleak, silent landscape flashing by through Wukong’s eyes.

He formed a seal with his hands, and his Dharma Aspect moved in tandem. Its rightmost head, in the Linn Character State, continuously deduced and analyzed the environmental data from the Sea of Suffering that Wukong was sending back, searching for the Extreme Yin Land.

Wukong naturally knew what Xu Yunfan wanted to do, so he said no more. He simply allowed Xu Yunfan to control his body, constantly changing direction in pursuit of the source of the Extreme Yin.

Suddenly, as he fled at top speed, Wukong’s Molten Gold Pupils narrowed.

The churning gray fog ahead thinned slightly, and at the edge of his vision, an incredibly bizarre and spectacular sight appeared.

In the middle of a relatively calm, blood-colored sea stood a massive island built from gleaming white bones.

The island’s shape vaguely resembled that of a colossal, skeletal dragon, coiled up.

And at the position of the dragon’s head, on the highest point of the White Bone Island, a gnarled, strange tree had taken root. Its entire body was translucent, as if carved from black jade.