parentshiftbook Chapter 347 Re-establishing the Great Sheng Dynasty, The Cyclops
Chapter 347 Re-establishing the Great Sheng Dynasty, The Cyclops
Chapter 347 Return to Dasheng, The Cyclops
Outside the rift in the mythical world to which the Anagard gods belong, the atmosphere was as heavy as a frozen galaxy.
When the last group of Protoss warriors at the Outer Realm level who had miraculously survived on the outskirts returned through the rift,
Otto, the god-king surrounded by endless thunder and divine radiance, slowly closed his eyes.
He once again scanned all the returnees with his divine sense, confirming a chilling fact.
His son, Ganard, who carried his high hopes, and all the Golden Core level divine generals who accompanied him, none of them returned. Their life imprints had completely vanished in that fallen Pantheon.
The divine elders and generals standing around him sensed the deathly stillness emanating from this god-king, as if a storm had just passed. They fell silent, their souls trembling with fear.
They knew that beneath this extreme calm lay a torrent of anger and grief.
however,
Otto did not erupt as they had expected.
He simply waved his hand slowly, his voice low and devoid of any emotion:
"Go back now, and from today onwards, cultivate diligently."
All the gods present felt as if they had been granted a pardon. They dared not say a word, bowed, and retreated, transforming into streaks of light as they returned to the world of the gods.
After everyone had left, Otto stood alone in the void, silent for a long time.
Finally, he took a step forward, his figure disappearing into the spatial passage leading to the world of Anagard.
However, instead of returning to the magnificent and endlessly glorious God King's Palace at the top of the world, he plummeted straight down to the lower levels of the world.
The world of Anagard is not a single dimension, but rather a superposition of nine layers of space.
The upper three levels are the true divine kingdoms, filled with spiritual energy like the sea, radiating divine light, and dotted with temples. They are an eternal pure land that countless beings yearn for.
The middle three realms are like a bustling human world, with vast continents, boundless oceans, and city-states and kingdoms built by countless intelligent races. Although they lack the ultimate beauty of the upper divine kingdoms, they are full of life and vitality.
The lower three levels become increasingly harsh and desolate as you descend.
This place is filled with chaotic energy storms, endless darkness, poisonous miasma that corrodes the soul, and all sorts of twisted monsters born from despair and negative emotions.
The earth was cracked and lava flowed, like the legendary abyss of purgatory where sins were punished.
however,
In this nine-layered world, regardless of whether it is above or below, there is a common core.
That World Tree, which spanned all of space and was so enormous that words could not describe it.
The upper World Tree is lush and verdant, radiating boundless life and wisdom. It is guarded by a powerful Azure Dragon, whose strength is immense. It is said that a foolish expert comparable to the Great Vajra Realm once attempted to explore it, but was reduced to ashes by a single breath of the Azure Dragon.
The lower level of the World Tree reveals its vast root system, deeply embedded in endless darkness and chaos.
These roots, as thick as mountains, twist and turn, extending into the eternal darkness. Their surfaces are covered with moss and eerie luminescent fungi, and from a distance, they look like countless black pythons, larger than rivers, slowly writhing, exuding a suffocatingly ancient and oppressive aura.
This is a forbidden place that no living being in the world of Anagard wants to set foot in.
The figure of Otto, the God-King, appeared at the entrance to the enormous cave formed by one of the thickest main roots of the World Tree at the very bottom.
He entered with practiced ease.
Deep inside the cave, contrary to expectations of a narrow space entangled with roots, it was surprisingly spacious.
Only in the center, a huge figure sat quietly with its back to the entrance, as if it had merged with the dark roots surrounding it.
It was a giant, with skin like weathered gray rock, and bulging muscles that exuded power.
What is most striking is that on his enormous head, there is only one vertical eye, half-open and half-closed, located in the center of his forehead.
He exuded no aura of rage; instead, he possessed a serene tranquility, a return to simplicity.
But Otto could clearly sense that beneath that silence, a vast and boundless power of destructive laws, like the end of the universe, was slowly flowing.
This Cyclops was actually a god-king level being!
Otto stopped a short distance behind the giant, his voice breaking the silence with an intensely suppressed coldness:
"Why? Tell me, why did my child, carrying the phantom of the Eternal Spear I bestowed upon him, end up like this, heading towards that long-ruined divine court?"
The Cyclops slowly turned around. His face was not fierce, but rather had a strange gentleness. His single eye was fully open, like that of a wise man, as if he had seen through billions of years of past and future, revealing the brilliance of wisdom.
He gazed calmly at Otto, his voice like an echo from the depths of the earth, slow and clear:
"Unexpectedly, a 'variable' appeared... one that even my eyes couldn't fully observe. It was he who reversed the predetermined trajectory, leading to all of this."
Otto, the god-king, fell silent.
Upon hearing the Cyclops's words, the vague premonition in his heart instantly became clear.
Yes, back when that person was only at the Outer Realm and was just beginning to show his talent on the outer battlefield, he had felt a vague unease about his overly amazing potential, and even went so far as to attempt to annihilate him across endless space at any cost.
But that time, he failed, ultimately being stopped by the Light Saint of Blue Star.
Unexpectedly, he has now lost his most prized child once again because of Li Xijun.
After a long silence, as if an eternity had passed, Otto finally raised his head again, his sharp gaze fixed on the Cyclops:
"With the complete collapse of the Pantheon and the fall of Garnard... then the supreme treasure crafted by the demon immortal must have fallen into Li Xijun's hands."
"Given his terrifying talent and potential... he will grow to an extremely frightening level in the future. He must be nipped in the bud before he fully matures!"
His voice carried a resolute killing intent: "Tell me, is there any way to ensure the killing of Li Xijun?"
The Cyclops did not answer directly; he simply slowly raised his enormous hand, palm facing the void.
The single eye between his eyebrows began to undergo a strange change.
The pupils no longer shone with peaceful wisdom, but transformed into a chaotic vortex.
Within the vortex, it seemed as if countless stars were born and died, countless threads of fate were intertwined and broken, and fragments of the past and future flashed by like fleeting shadows!
A terrifying aura, capable of piercing through eternity and peering into the very source of destiny, spread out.
a long time,
The chaotic vortex slowly subsided, the Cyclops lowered his hand, looked at Otto, and slowly uttered two words:
"【Blood Kun】"
These two words seemed to possess some kind of eerie magic, causing the roots of the World Tree in the surrounding darkness to tremble slightly.
Upon receiving this hint, Otto the God-King's pupils constricted slightly, and he fell into deep thought, a clear look of struggle and apprehension appearing on his face.
Even Otto was unwilling to approach or make contact with that mythical creature of emperor-level power, which was comparable to a martial saint.
Even for him, the existence of such madness, born under the rules of a bizarre world, was fraught with enormous risks and uncertainties once he came into contact with it.
But when he thought of Li Xijun's terrifying potential and the treasures he had acquired, and when he thought of his fallen son, the hesitation in his eyes was replaced by ruthlessness.
He nodded slightly to the Cyclops, then turned to leave the dark root cave.
Just as he was about to step out of the cave, the god-king abruptly stopped, turned around, and stared intently at the Cyclops who had turned his back to him again. His voice, tinged with a urgency he himself was unaware of, uttered the question that had been suppressing the deepest fear within him:
"You once said... you saw my world, and that it would eventually fall into Ragnarok, a future where all gods are slaughtered and civilization is completely destroyed... Is that true?"
Inside the cave, all was deathly silent.
The Cyclops seemed not to hear his question, remaining seated quietly, its single eye, which contained boundless wisdom, slowly closing and offering no further response.
Otto stood there, waiting and hoping, perhaps wanting a negative answer, or perhaps just a definite response.
But in the end, nothing happened.
He glanced deeply at the giant's back, which was as solid as an ancient rock, and said nothing more. He suddenly turned around, took a step, and unleashed the divine power of a god-king, tearing through layers of spatial barriers and disappearing into the endless darkness of this lower world. He then returned directly to the Kingdom of Light at the top of the world.
Only the Cyclops deep in the cave remained as a sculpture after he left.
In Vice Principal Lisa's cozy and enchanting attic, Li Xijun enjoyed a rare week of peace and relaxation.
With a beautiful woman by his side, adding fragrance to his sleeves, he temporarily set aside the burden of cultivation and the cruelty of battle. This was an excellent way to relax and rejuvenate his long-tense mind.
A week later, Li Xijun took the initiative to end this lazy period.
He did not become obsessed with it, but returned to his private villa in the Qingquan Chunhui Hall campus as usual, and announced that he had entered a state of "seclusion" again.
Although his strength would leap forward almost every time he went into seclusion, it was no longer possible to completely hide it from the observation of the Federation's high-ranking officials and some people with ulterior motives, but things were different now.
Now, he has already condensed a first-grade martial arts golden core, and Feng Sheng has personally determined that he has one foot in the door of martial sainthood. He is the future pillar of the human race, and his status and position are completely different from before.
On weekdays, Lisa, the vice principal of the Great Vajra Realm, provides "close protection" day and night, raising the security level to the highest level in the Federation.
Under such circumstances, naturally no one would be foolish enough to risk angering the Martial Saint, offending the future Martial Saint, or even being killed on the spot by Lisa, in order to pry into Li Xijun's secrets.
……
Inside the villa,
Li Xijun sat cross-legged and cultivated for a while as usual. At the same time, he habitually scanned the area with his divine sense and set up three barriers in succession with his own mind.
Although with his current strength and status, he no longer needs to be as careful and secretive as before when traveling between the two worlds, his long-standing habits still lead him to choose a location where he will be least disturbed.
He got up and walked into the spacious bathroom.
Amidst the misty water vapor, Li Xijun felt instantly at ease, her mind sinking into her sea of consciousness, and she focused her awareness back on the [Convergence of the Heavens] on her own panel.
"Buzz—"
The familiar sense of shifting time and space returned, and the surrounding scenery became blurred and distorted, like a faded oil painting.
next moment,
The room, which was originally full of science fiction elements, has been transformed into a long-lost suburban forest.
Now that Li Xijun has advanced to the Golden Core stage, elevated his rank, and gained a clearer understanding of the universe,
Upon returning to this Great Sheng World, I felt even more acutely the stark difference in the laws and environment between this world and the main world.
"Madness, depravity, ritual."
"I don't know if the world is inherently like this, or if something went wrong with the being who scattered everything, which is why the world is like this."
After being reminded by the god-king of the Pantheon, Li Xijun looked at the Great Sheng World with even greater curiosity.
However, after observing for a while, he, who was only a Golden Core martial artist, did not gain anything further.
This made Li Xijun shake his head and stop thinking about the future.
This time, he returned with a clearer, immediate goal:
That means first destroying those seven gods who are about to fully awaken and seizing the power they hold!
At the same time, it would be best to obtain the most prominent piece of [Cosmic Primordial Darkness] source material in the Eastern Continent to completely sever the possibility of that ancient being's resurrection.
Having attained the Golden Core Realm cultivation, especially the qualitative change brought about by condensing a Grade One Golden Core, along with the dual Emperor Dharma Images and numerous trump cards, he has enough confidence to face the world's top powers directly, no longer needing to be as cautious as before.
However, he had an important matter to attend to before that.
As is customary, he plans to return to Tianjin.
Not only because that was his foundation, but also because this time he was returning, he was preparing to attempt to break through the extremely dangerous second level of the lightning tribulation—the realm of "living towards death"!
Before he left the Great Sheng World, Li Boyan had already announced his seclusion to break through to this realm.
Several months have passed in the main world, while more than a year and a half has passed in the Dasheng world.
With Li Boyan's accumulated knowledge and temperament, as well as the extremely high quality and vast power of the will of all living beings from the main world that he had previously bestowed upon him, barring any unforeseen circumstances, he must have already successfully transcended the tribulation and become a Yang God True Monarch at the second level of the Thunder Tribulation.
Although Li Xijun possessed valuable insights into the second stage of the Thunder Tribulation provided by Longhu Mountain, this realm was a matter of life and death, extremely profound, and the more preparation he made, the greater his chances of success.
Being able to consult with a newly promoted and closely related Second-Level Thunder Tribulation True Monarch in person and learn from their personal experience is undoubtedly a more prudent choice.
Being able to personally witness and experience the Yin spirit's inner form, a successful case of transformation into pure Yang both internally and externally, is extremely important.
"Lord Boyan... I hope everything goes smoothly." Li Xijun murmured to himself, took a step forward, and his figure transformed into an invisible stream of light, rushing towards Tianjin.
(End of this chapter)