Chapter 984 - 364: This Is the Power of a God!

This heartbeat echoed like thunder.

It suddenly ignited the silence.

Chen Yuanshan abruptly released the sword’s hilt, yet the Blood Filth Cross Sword remained inverted in the ground.

The sword’s body continued to buzz incessantly.

Viscous blood light flowed on the cross embossed on the sword like a living creature.

Chen Yuanshan’s figure swayed, lifted into the air without support.

Sitting cross-legged in the void.

His head slightly bowed as he rapidly began chanting a string of obscure syllables.

Buzz——

Blinding blood light.

Suddenly erupted from Chen Yuanshan’s body.

Like a tangible wave, it instantly swept through the entire hall.

Whoosh——

The accumulation of countless years of pale ash on the ground stirred with the wind.

Like a white sandstorm rising in reverse.

Countless ash particles frantically gathered, shaping.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

A chilling sound of bone friction densely arose.

Under Fang Qingyu’s calm and unperturbed gaze.

All around him, in the corners of the vast hall, numerous pale figures formed purely from ash rose visibly from the ground.

They had no facial features, no flesh.

Only humanoid outlines forcibly bonded and sketched by ash.

Two points of ghostly green flame flickered in the hollow eye sockets.

The aura emanating from each ash skeleton reached the Tier Three threshold!

Dense and numerous, in the hundreds and thousands.

They stood silently, their hollow sockets locking onto Fang Qingyu in the center.

Chilling resentment and death intent interwove.

Fang Qingyu merely stood silently.

His body, covered in dark Star Crystal, like a reef amidst the pale legion.

He did not act immediately, the starlight in his deep eyes swirling.

His gaze penetrated layers of blood light and ash shadows.

Firmly locking onto Chen Yuanshan floating in the air, undergoing dramatic changes.

At this moment, Chen Yuanshan’s title [Honorific: Corpse Driver · Blood Source Ancestor Embryo (unfinished)] was violently writhing like a living creature.

Seeming to erase these three words of unfinished.

"Roar... Huh huh!!!"

"Huh——!"

"Wooow!!!"

Near the entrance of the hall.

Three ancient corpses pinned to the ground by the overwhelming pressure of the King Corpse.

Now squirming like ants on a hot pan.

The Red-haired Corpse’s fiery red hair stood on end.

Spectral fire blazed in its eyes, emitting anxious howls from its throat.

The White-haired Corpse and Gray-haired Corpse also let out deep echoes.

Three pairs of eyes burning with spectral fire in different colors, filled with confusion and anger.

Glared at the silent, reappeared ash-grey figure beside them.

King Corpse.

The meaning was clear.

Can’t you see.

Only a true king can mobilize all the souls in the Earth Palace.

Why stop us?!

Why betray?!

The King Corpse’s deep grey, lifeless eyes glanced at the three restless subordinates.

Humanlike, rolled a large white eye.

A look of helplessness surfaced on its face.

"King of what hammer king!" The King Corpse interrupted sourly, with a tone of worn indifference, "To base on bones, seize divinity, defy the heavens, is a forbidden path unacceptable to the heavens and earth, do you believe becoming a god is easy? That’s digging one’s own grave."

Its skeletal finger pointed at Chen Yuanshan suspended at the center of blood light: "Watch, he’s like a forcibly inflated husk, absorbing all the filthy death aura accumulated over two thousand years in this Earth Palace, and the disharmonious divinity forcibly plundered by that Evil Sword... No need for that person to act, wait a while longer, he’ll be torn apart by this uncontrollable force."

The howls of the three ancient corpses weakened instantly.

The spectral fire in their eyes violently flickered, revealing immense perplexity and a slight shift in overturned understanding.

Yet their gaze towards Chen Yuanshan.

Still carried deep-rooted awe.

The King Corpse paid no more attention to their pitiful and stubborn struggles.

Its deep grey, lifeless eyes.

Passed through layers upon layers of pale ash skeleton shadows, through the overwhelming blood light, locked firmly on the center of the encirclement.

That figure covered in profound dark Star Crystal.

A posture as steadfast as ancient stars.

A trace of expectation almost obliterated by the long years.

Like sparks of fire bursting from dead ash, quietly lit in its depths.

’Candle Dragon...’

’No mistake... Though extremely faint, almost overshadowed by that vast starlight and Thunder... But that aura of controlling time and obscurity...’

’Absolutely Candle Dragon!!!’

The King Corpse’s consciousness silently shouted.

During its two-thousand-year-long imprisonment, two thousand years of decayed vigil, it had seen too many so-called divine relics, felt too many formidable auras.

But Candle Dragon!

Was an innate deity existing since Heaven Opening.

Truly standing at the summit.

Ordinary gods, before Candle Dragon, didn’t even have the qualification to look up.

’And he... Somehow carries the aura of Candle Dragon... Even if just a trace...’

’Along with that terrifying starlight... Bearing the Power to shatter stars... What’s the origin? Even I can’t see through...’

The King Corpse closely pursued Fang Qingyu’s figure with its gaze.

Watching him face vast armies and overwhelming blood light with calm like an abyss.

Sensing that terrifying Power forcibly unified within him.

’Horrifying... Truly unparalleled horror...’

’Chen Yuanshan? Hah, even if he somehow became a god, before such existence, he’s merely a stronger... insect.’

’Kill him! Kill him! Then... take me away from this damned tomb!’

Two thousand years of dormant thoughts.

At this moment, brought forth a faint spark of hope.

At the center of the hall.

The blinding blood light enveloping Chen Yuanshan was pulsating like a beating heart cocoon.