parentshiftbook Chapter 333 The Demonic Sect's Supreme Treasure, Immortals Exist in the Universe.
Chapter 333 The Demonic Sect's Supreme Treasure, Immortals Exist in the Universe.
Chapter 333 The Demonic Sect's Supreme Treasure, Immortals Exist in the Universe.
The moment the seven Golden Core geniuses of the human race stepped into this graveyard of gods, it was as if their arrival had triggered some final balance point, and the entire main hall of the Pantheon trembled violently.
Dust and rubble fell from the remaining dome, and the faint, lingering sacred aura in the air was completely replaced by a more terrifying malice!
"I hate it—!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
The boundless, pitch-black demonic energy surged forth from every corner and every crack in the temple like a burst dam.
Amidst the demonic energy, countless twisted, tormented souls, filled with endless resentment and madness, wailed and cried out in anguish.
On the once-glorious temple murals, terrifying visions of gods falling and the world collapsing appeared, and the extreme negative emotions, like a tangible tide, impacted the minds of every living being present.
Under the horrified gazes of the Anagarde gods and human warriors, the surrounding divine corpses, which exuded powerful auras, began to undergo terrifying changes.
Their magnificent armor and divine weapons, which still shimmered with a faint light, rapidly lost their luster before the naked eye, becoming rusty and cracked, eventually losing all their spirituality and turning into ordinary iron and fragments.
The corpses of those gods, on the other hand, were as if their last bit of essence had been drained away, rapidly shrinking and shriveling, their skin tightly wrapping their bones, transforming them into even more grotesque and terrifying dried corpses.
Even worse, like the previous god warrior, their entire bodies melted away, turning into pools of filthy, foul-smelling blood that flowed into the strange array on the ground, composed of countless twisted divine runes that had appeared at some unknown time.
All the demonic energy, all the blood, and all the resentment and unwillingness left behind by the fallen gods seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, flowing madly towards the supreme throne of the god king in the temple, like rivers flowing into the sea!
Above the throne, these filthy and evil energies were extremely compressed and condensed, eventually transforming into a jewel about the size of a fist, dark red in color, seemingly constructed from countless congealed blood and twisted souls!
The moment the precious pearl appeared, a terrifying pressure, beyond the comprehension of everyone present, suddenly descended.
On the surface of the pearl, a blurry phantom faintly appeared. It was a figure wearing a tattered black Taoist robe, his face shrouded in shadow, making it impossible to see his specific features. However, he was merely a phantom that had remained for countless millennia. The aura he exuded made the late-stage Golden Core geniuses such as Garnard and Mo Yuan feel their souls tremble, as if they were facing the dark side of the entire universe.
Surpassing the God-King!
Surpassed the Martial Saint!
Those were the refining marks left by an unimaginable, supreme being from the depths of the universe!
He used the souls and flesh of all the gods in the hall as raw materials to forge this extremely evil and wicked magic weapon!
"This—this is—" Garnard's voice was hoarse, his eyes filled with horror, but deep within that horror, an uncontrollable, burning greed ignited.
If he could obtain this treasure and comprehend even a trace of its secrets, perhaps—he too could glimpse a realm beyond that of the Father God.
The same was true for human geniuses such as Mo Yuan, Elena, and Karl. Although their minds were intimidated by the demonic power, their eyes still shone with astonishing light.
Such an opportunity is extremely rare!
Just then, a clear, alluring, and thirsty mental fluctuation emanated from the dark red orb, entering everyone's mind: "Blood—fresh—powerful—blood—sacrifice—awakening—"
It needs blood, the blood of the strong, to complete the final sacrifice and fully awaken!
Almost the instant the wave spread, the tension between the two forces, which were already on the verge of conflict because of the appearance of the treasure, snapped!
Perhaps it was because the two races had harbored deep-seated hatred, perhaps it was because their minds had been clouded by the treasure, or perhaps it was simply because, faced with such a level of temptation, any reason seemed pale and powerless: "Kill!"
It's unclear who roared first, but a chaotic battle erupted!
Garnard was surrounded by bursts of lightning, like the god of thunder descending to earth. He once again condensed a thunder hammer in his hand and went straight for "Dark Star" Mo Yuan, the human race with the strongest aura.
The Thunder Hammer and Mo Yuan's dark domain, which seemed capable of devouring light, collided violently, each clash causing the void to tremble.
"Flame Fist" Karl roared, his fists burning with flames that could incinerate everything, as he clashed with Anagard, a goddess general wielding a holy flame longsword. Flame against flame, a rain of fire erupted from the sky.
Elena, the "Child of Nature," wielded a long whip of vines, drawing upon the life-and-withering power of nature to entangle the other two divine generals.
The battle escalated rapidly from the very beginning.
The ancient temple was filled with the light of supernatural powers, the clash of weapons, and the explosions of energy.
Garnard was indeed incredibly powerful; his Thor bloodline granted him unparalleled offensive capabilities.
After taking a direct hit from Mo Yuan's "Dark Eclipse Starburst," he seized a fleeting opportunity, his figure as swift as lightning, his thunder hammer bypassing the defense at an odd angle and slamming into the back of a human Golden Core early-stage warrior who was slightly weaker and entangled with another god warrior.
"puff--!"
The Golden Core warrior's protective spiritual power shattered instantly, and he was reduced to a corpse in the annihilating lightning.
Mo Yuan's eyes were bloodshot, and his attacks became even more frenzied.
But the Anagardian gods also paid a price.
A divine general, caught in the combined attack of Elena's unpredictable natural curse and another human golden core cultivator, was pierced through the brow by a emerald green poisonous thorn, his divine blood splattering as he perished on the spot.
Another divine general was given an opportunity by Karl, who shattered half of his body with a "Molten Core Burst Fist," his divine radiance dimmed, and his fate unknown.
The battle was extremely fierce, with both sides fighting to the death for the magical treasure that floated above the throne of the god.
Meanwhile, inside that ordinary stone hall...
Li Xijun took a deep breath and placed his hand on the rough stone coffin lid.
It wasn't as heavy as he had imagined. With a little effort, accompanied by the dull sound of stones rubbing together, the coffin lid was slowly pushed open.
The coffin was not empty, nor were there any divine weapons or inheritance orbs as one might have imagined.
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Inside lay a mangled corpse.
The corpse was dressed in a plain, faded divine robe, and its body was covered with terrifying cracks as dense as a spider web, like a piece of porcelain about to shatter completely.
On each of his palms was a shocking, penetrating wound, its edges charred black, as if burned by some extreme force, and a faint aura of terror still lingered there.
What is most chilling is that half of his skull, including part of his brain tissue, was missing from his brow upwards. The cut was smooth, leaving behind a terrifying Daoist aura that severed everything and extinguished life.
The corpse was almost unrecognizable, with only a faint, yet incredibly pure, aura of law emanating from its remaining body, seemingly connected to the very source of the world.
Just as Li Xijun was observing intently, the tightly closed eyelids of the mutilated corpse twitched slightly before slowly opening.
What kind of eyes were those!
It was filled with endless exhaustion, deep-seated pain, and—a sense of vicissitude and tranquility that came from seeing through the rise and fall of dynasties throughout history.
Li Xijun's heart trembled violently, and he instantly realized what was happening. He said in a deep voice, "God King—Orog?"
The mutilated corpse—or rather, the remaining will of the God-King Orog—slightly turned its eyes to look at Li Xijun. Its cracked lips did not move, but its desolate and weary voice resounded directly in Li Xijun's heart: "That's right—it is me, the soul of this failed world—the dead."
He paused, as if gathering his strength, his voice carrying an ancient echo: "Outsider—you guessed right, this was once a backup plan I prepared for myself."
"I had a premonition that the Cyclops King, whom I had banished to the edge of the world, who was of my rank..."
The nemesis who wields the power of destruction will one day return with a vengeance.
"I had a premonition that the gods of this world would face an apocalyptic catastrophe—"
"Therefore, I built this coffin in the hope that if I die someday in the future, I can return through it."
The remnant soul of the God-King let out an almost inaudible sigh, a sigh filled with endless bitterness and self-mockery.
"But—I was wrong—terribly wrong."
"The one who truly destroys this world—the one who brings true despair and end—is not that giant king who possesses only brute force and a destructive desire—"
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His voice suddenly turned sharp, filled with an indescribable, deep-seated fear and hatred: "But—an immortal!"
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