Chapter 1561 - 135: All Things Return to One_2

Chapter 1561: Chapter 135: All Things Return to One_2

"..."

Qilin Miaofa True Monarch coldly watched this scene.

His divine skills, magic, treasures,

almost all his moves,

were ineffective against this deep pool.

The black ink slowly and steadily spread.

"So, the shadow truly exists..."

Previously, when he heard Xie Xuanyi speak of the shadow’s existence, Qilin Miaofa True Monarch was cautious and only half-believed.

Now he saw it with his own eyes.

This dark and evil spirit not only truly existed but its power far exceeded his expectations!

"Shadow?"

Nether Sea Venerable was slightly surprised.

He subconsciously turned back, looking in Xie Xuanyi’s direction.

There, innumerable black Sword Qi formed a huge cage, Ling Chenzi’s aura was very faint but had not dissipated.

This name.

He hadn’t heard it in a long time.

Unexpectedly, he heard it from Qilin Miaofa True Monarch.

However...

If it’s related to Xie Xuanyi, everything makes sense.

He knew someone had gone to the [Ruins], and he knew that person was Xie Xuanyi.

Obviously, Xie Xuanyi had obtained the legacy from the Primordial Immortal Hall beneath the [Ruins] and knew of the ancient history from a thousand years ago.

"Actually... there’s no need for you to resist me so much."

Nether Sea softly said, "All living things have their form. I just found another way to live... you can understand me as a ’Nether Sea’ incarnation. Over the years, I have become indistinguishable from him, he walks under the sky, I wander below the Earth Abyss. We share joy and bear pain together, if you are willing to join, we will also merge into one."

"Just like... Ling Chenzi?"

Qilin Miaofa True Monarch sneered.

"The Taoist sects say, one begets two, two begets three, three begets all things."

Nether Sea smiled, "Conversely, this principle also holds. All things under Heaven originate from one, so why not gather and return to become that ’one’? The great divine ability users a thousand years ago, exhausted all efforts trying to become immortals, but in the end, they all failed because there can only be one True Immortal. If they were willing to ’unify’, the so-called Great Tribulation wouldn’t be considered anything."

These words sent chills down one’s spine.

Qilin Miaofa True Monarch definitely knew.

The Great Tribulation a thousand years ago was very cruel.

However...

After seeing the shadow’s existence, he changed his mind, the existence of the shadow was more terrifying than the Great Tribulation.

"The ultimate goal of cultivation is to be undying and immortal."

Nether Sea lowered his head, gazing at the dark water beneath him, and softly said, "How cumbersome is this? As long as you open your arms and come to my side... North Swamp, you can soon share the soul, spirit, and body with me, achieving eternal life together."

This utterance contained Divine Thought.

Nether Sea Venerable’s Divine Sea magic was extremely intricate.

Qilin Miaofa True Monarch had a moment of distraction, he quickly shook his head, clearing his Divine Sea.

The True Monarch who cultivated Thunder Techniques, how firm is his Dao Heart?

This mere phrase certainly wouldn’t sway his choice.

However...

Other Great Demons weren’t so fortunate.

Nether Sea’s soul sound echoed within the Ten Thousand Demon Array, this dark pool... unknowingly had expanded to nearly a hundred feet, many demon cultivators foolishly stepped into the great array, they instantly sank into the pool, their flesh dissolved, as if completely turning into nothingness.

If refined by the Ten Thousand Demon Array, at least a wisp of Blood Qi remains, but becoming a "shadow," they directly vanished from the world of humans.

Moments later.

Above the deep pool, one by one, black figures slowly emerged, heads down and sleeves drooping, their whole being swaying, like walking corpses.

They became new "shadows."

They obtained new "lives."

...

...

"What is... this situation!"

The ancient array of the Fighting Holy Peak was reviving.

The Saint Prince, Peacock Venerable, Master Ni Yu, and Silver Moon, stepping on golden light, charged out of the Fighting Holy Peak once more.

The four Great Venerables had already prepared to fight a bloody battle.

Unexpectedly, upon emerging from the mountain,

they beheld this extremely bloody and bizarre scene.

Within the dark pool, swarming with countless demon cultivators.

The battlefield turned from noisy to deathly silent.

Qilin Miaofa True Monarch withdrew a hundred feet away, retracting the Thunder Pool, stepping on the Heavenly Sword, not daring to touch or be contaminated by the ground, his expression full of dread.

"Do not touch!"

Qilin Miaofa True Monarch urgently called to warn.

But the entire Ten Thousand Demon Array echoed with Nether Sea Venerable’s soul sound.

Those who cultivated to the Yang God Realm wouldn’t be easily tricked.

However,

the demon cultivators with slightly lower realms, one after another, stepped into the deep pool.

"Ha!"

Seeing this, the Saint Prince acted directly.

He leaped high, smashing down towards the water with the Spirit Sun Rod.

Boom!

The Fighting Path blossomed with ten thousand rays of golden splendor, the impact was extraordinary, the deep pool which hadn’t splashed even with Thunder Pool’s strike, was agitated, jets of water splashing in all directions... A thousand years ago, Great Ape Mountain was the main force against the shadow, and the legacy of this Fighting Path was extremely restraining against the shadow’s existence.

"..."

However, upon witnessing this scene, Nether Sea Venerable’s expression remained mostly unchanged.

He stretched out his hand, grasping the Spirit Sun Rod.

"!!"

The Saint Prince’s expression changed drastically.

Only to see.

A jet-black ink color was swiftly climbing along the Spirit Sun Rod... like a venomous snake, within just two or three breaths, it reached his hand. A strong sense of unease emerged in his heart, if touched by this ink color, his Taoist Intent would suffer great defilement.

The Saint Prince hastily let go of the golden rod.

"Buzz buzz buzz!"

The Supreme Treasure emitted an angry tremor, under the Saint Prince’s Divine Thought manipulation, pounced towards Nether Sea Venerable.

A pillar towering to the sky, smashing through the Sky Vault.

Nonetheless.

Nether Sea Venerable merely used one hand to hold off the Spirit Sun Rod.

"Ha..."

Nether Sea Venerable shook his head, mockingly said, "My dear nephew, there’s something I’ve held back for a long time that I must tell you, this so-called Supreme Taoist Treasure of yours... just like Venerable Heavenly Phoenix’s [Dragon and Phoenix Scissors], is merely a counterfeit."

"A counterfeit?!"

The Saint Prince was stunned for a moment, his eyes widened.

"Why, what your father gave you, must be real?"

Nether Sea Venerable coldly said, "As early as a thousand years ago, the real [Spirit Sun Rod] was lost... this thing is but an imitation made by successive Holy Emperors to appease the people’s hearts."

Of course.

There are grades among counterfeits too.

Venerable Heavenly Phoenix’s [Dragon and Phoenix Scissors] are really no match for the Saint Prince’s [Spirit Sun Rod].

At this moment.

The golden rod, heavily tainted with Ink Intent, still radiated a burning Fighting aura... this treasure, after experiencing the Taoist Intent infusion from several generations of Holy Emperors, had surpassed ninety-nine percent of the Spiritual Treasures in the world, far from being comparable to the level of treasure like the previous [Dragon and Phoenix Scissors].

"You’re talking nonsense!"

The Saint Prince was furious.

He enveloped his hands in the Fighting Path, forcibly grabbing the golden rod, intending to compete with Nether Sea Venerable in Powerful Energy.

"See for yourself."

Nether Sea coldly sneered.

The two of them, one in the sky, one on the ground, exerted strength simultaneously.

Golden Fighting Taoist Intent and jet-black Ink Intent clashed—

with a "crack" sound, this crisp sound was heart-wrenching, the Saint Prince’s eyes widened, not daring to believe the scene before his eyes, under the confrontation of two extremely powerful forces, the rod body of the Spirit Sun Rod actually cracked, bursting out a fissure!

"Go!"

Nether Sea Venerable heavily punched, fully striking the base of the golden rod.

The massive Powerful Energy surged out.

The Saint Prince’s complexion turned pale, even with full resistance, he was still no match, being beaten to fly backward, like a kite with a broken string.

Nether Sea Venerable did not stop there, he coldly sneered, stepping forward, his Divine Thought locking onto the Saint Prince, while using the Great Divine Power to forcibly compress the "Spirit Sun Rod," reducing it to the size of a normal rod.

Nether Sea Venerable, gripping the Spirit Sun Rod with one hand, wielding the rod as a lance —

Boom!

The next moment!

Nether Sea Venerable threw the Spirit Sun Rod!

This golden rod, now entirely wrapped in Ink Intent, pierced through the void like a pitch-black spear, aiming to stab at the Saint Prince’s heart!