The old man’s arrival had already shaken the entire cultivation world long before he released his cultivation.
For countless generations, his na had existed only within records, legends, ancient histories, and the whispered conversations of powerful cultivators.
Even among the Nether Corpse Sect itself, very few disciples had ever seen him personally. Most knew him only through stories passed down by elders. To countless cultivators, he was not rely a person. He was an era. He was a symbol. He was one of the foundations supporting the Nether Corpse Sect’s dominance over vast regions of the cultivation world.
Yet now, that very existence was standing beneath the darkened heavens with an expression that made every spectator feel uneasy.
His eyes never left the giant egg sac.
The giant coffin floating behind him continuously released ancient and terrifying corpse qi. Countless runes glowed upon its surface. Every rune seed to contain thousands of years of accumulation. Every rune seed to possess enough power to suppress ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators into dust.
The old man stared at the egg for a very long ti.
The longer he stared, the more solemn his expression beca.
Eventually, he slowly raised one hand.
The mont he did so, the sky itself seed to react.
The clouds began rotating.
The spiritual qi within hundreds of thousands of kiloters beca unstable.
Mountain ranges trembled.
Lakes erupted into massive waves.
Even the cultivators watching from afar instinctively retreated.
Many did not understand why they were retreating.
Their instincts simply scread at them to get farther away.
Farther.
Farther.
Farther.
As far as possible.
Then the old man’s cultivation erupted.
The world exploded into chaos.
The pressure released by an Ascendant Realm cultivator was so overwhelming that many Core Formation cultivators imdiately fell to their knees.
Several weaker cultivators vomited blood on the spot.
Nascent Soul cultivators who normally dominated entire regions suddenly felt as insignificant as ants standing before a tsunami.
The sky beca dark.
Not because of clouds.
Not because of the weather.
But because the old man’s cultivation was distorting reality itself.
An endless torrent of spiritual energy erupted from his body.
The energy expanded outward continuously.
The atmosphere twisted.
The clouds shattered.
Space itself seed to groan under the pressure.
The disciples of the Nether Corpse Sect imdiately recognized what was happening.
Their expressions transford from fear into excitent.
Many began trembling.
Not because they were afraid.
But because they knew exactly what attack the old man was preparing.
An ancient elder of the Nether Corpse Sect suddenly shouted loudly.
"The Heavenly Nether Extinction Art!"
The surrounding disciples imdiately beca shocked.
Several elders looked toward the old man with expressions filled with reverence.
One elderly cultivator could not help but speak.
"I never thought I would witness this technique again in my lifeti."
Another elder nodded heavily.
"The last ti this technique appeared, an entire righteous alliance disappeared from existence."
The surrounding disciples listened carefully.
Many of them had heard the story before.
Thousands of years ago, the Nether Corpse Sect had nearly been wiped out.
Back then, a righteous cultivator standing at the Ninth Stage of the Ascendant Realm had personally led an alliance against the sect.
That cultivator was famous throughout the world.
His sword techniques had suppressed countless demonic sects.
His cultivation had reached terrifying heights.
His na alone had caused fear throughout entire continents.
When he arrived before the Nether Corpse Sect, everyone believed the sect’s destruction was inevitable.
Yet at the very last mont, this ancient elder had appeared.
Then he used a single attack.
One attack.
One move.
One strike.
The righteous Ascendant Realm expert had vanished completely.
Not defeated.
Not wounded.
Not suppressed.
Erased.
The attack had beco a legend.
And now, that very legend was appearing again.
The old man’s expression remained cold.
His hand slowly descended.
As it descended, a black point appeared before him.
The black point was initially tiny.
Then it began growing.
The surrounding spiritual qi poured into it continuously.
The black point beca the size of a pebble.
Then the size of a fist.
Then the size of a human head.
Yet it continued growing.
The spiritual qi of heaven and earth surged into it without end.
The atmosphere began cracking.
Space started distorting.
The very air emitted shrill screams as though unable to endure the pressure.
The black sphere continued expanding.
Soon it was as large as a palace.
Then a mountain.
Then several mountains combined.
Countless cultivators stared upward with pale faces.
Inside the giant sphere were countless screaming faces.
Souls.
Millions of souls.
So cried.
So laughed.
So scread.
So begged.
All of them appeared trapped forever within the technique.
The sight alone caused many cultivators to feel their scalps beco numb.
The old man’s voice finally echoed across the world.
"Heavenly Nether Extinction."
The giant black sun moved.
The instant it moved, the heavens shook.
The giant sphere tore through space itself.
Its path left enormous cracks in reality.
Everything beneath its trajectory collapsed.
Mountains exploded.
Forests vanished.
The earth caved inward.
The sheer pressure released by its movent was enough to kill ordinary cultivators.
Countless people stared toward Silent River Hill.
Their eyes were filled with anticipation.
Filled with hope.
Filled with confidence.
No matter how strange the egg was.
No matter how terrifying the phenonon surrounding it had beco.
Surely this attack would destroy it.
After all, this was the technique that had once erased a Ninth Stage Ascendant Realm cultivator from existence.
The giant sphere approached the egg.
Closer.
Closer.
Closer.
Then sothing happened.
Sothing that nobody could comprehend.
The attack never touched the egg.
The attack never reached the egg.
The attack simply began lting.
The black sphere suddenly lost its shape.
The countless souls trapped within it disappeared.
The condensed energy dissolved into streams of pure spiritual essence.
The entire attack transford into nourishnt.
Then the nourishnt entered the egg.
Everything vanished.
The attack disappeared completely.
Silence filled the world.
Nobody spoke.
Nobody moved.
Nobody understood what they had just witnessed.
Many cultivators began doubting their own eyes.
Several rubbed their eyes repeatedly.
Others used spiritual techniques to verify what they were seeing.
A Nascent Soul cultivator continuously repeated the sa sentence.
"Impossible."
"Impossible."
"Impossible."
"It is impossible."
His voice beca increasingly unstable.
Nearby cultivators looked equally horrified.
Because they all knew the truth.
The attack had not failed.
Failure implied resistance.
Failure implied opposition.
Failure implied a struggle.
What had happened was infinitely worse.
The attack had beco food.
The old man’s strongest technique had beco nourishnt.
The realization sent chills through every cultivator present.
Even the old man’s expression changed.
For the first ti, caution appeared within his eyes.
Yet he refused to stop.
He had cultivated for thousands of years.
He had survived countless calamities.
He had climbed from the bottom of the cultivation world to the summit.
How could he retreat now?
The old man’s hands imdiately ford another seal.
The giant coffin behind him trembled violently.
Ancient chains wrapped around the coffin began breaking one after another.
Each chain that shattered released terrifying corpse qi.
The sky darkened further.
The atmosphere beca colder.
Many cultivators felt their souls tremble.
Then the coffin slowly opened.
A terrifying corpse erged.
The corpse was enormous.
Its body seed forged from black tal.
Ancient runes covered every inch of its skin.
Its eyes burned with green flas.
The mont it appeared, the surrounding spiritual qi beca chaotic.
Even Nascent Soul cultivators instinctively retreated.
The old man and the corpse raised their hands simultaneously.
Then they attacked together.
This ti the power released was even greater.
Several tis greater.
The attack caused heaven and earth to shake violently.
Reality cracked.
The sky scread.
The earth collapsed.
The resulting force surged toward the egg.
This ti many cultivators regained their confidence.
The previous attack had failed.
But surely this one would succeed.
After all, this was not rely the old man’s power anymore.
This was the combined might of the old man and his ancient corpse.
The attack raced toward the egg.
The entire cultivation world watched.
Then the impossible repeated itself.
The attack reached the vicinity of the egg.
Then began lting.
Exactly like before.
The terrifying energy dissolved.
The corpse qi dissolved.
The spiritual power dissolved.
Everything transford into nourishnt.
Everything entered the egg.
Everything vanished.
The attack disappeared as though it had never existed.
This ti nobody spoke.
Nobody even muttered.
The shock had gone beyond words.
The old man stared blankly.
His ancient corpse stared blankly.
The surrounding cultivators stared blankly.
An Ascendant Realm attack.
Then a second Ascendant Realm attack.
Both had beco food.
At that mont, genuine fear appeared within the old man’s heart.
For countless years, he had looked down upon the world.
For countless years, he had considered himself one of its rulers.
Yet now he realized sothing terrifying.
The creature inside the egg might not be sothing this world could contain.
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anwhile, in the real world, Clayne was observing everything through the Tiny World.
His expression gradually beca cautious.
Even though he can’t see the cultivators, he can still sense them.
The attacks looked like miniature disasters.
The energy released by those old cultivators was unlike anything he had seen from Nascent Soul cultivators or Soul Transformation cultivators.
Clayne narrowed his eyes.
"Are they trying sothing again?"
The thought lingered within his mind.
Then suddenly, before he could think further, the heavens above the egg changed.
Dark clouds gathered.
The clouds expanded rapidly.
Layer after layer appeared.
The pressure imdiately beca overwhelming.
Even the old Ascendant Realm cultivator retreated.
The surrounding experts retreated.
The entire cultivation world retreated.
Because everyone recognized what was happening.
A heavenly tribulation was descending.
And its target was the egg.
The thunderclouds beca larger and larger.
The lightning within them grew brighter and brighter.
Gigantic dragons ford from thunder appeared among the clouds.
The roars of those dragons shook heaven and earth.
The pressure released by the tribulation exceeded anything many cultivators had experienced in their lives.
The egg remained motionless.
The old Ascendant Realm expert watched with a pale expression.
The entire cultivation world watched.
Then the first bolt descended.
A dragon of pure lightning crashed downward.
The heavens exploded.
The earth shattered.
The egg disappeared beneath endless thunder.
Then another bolt descended.
Then another.
Then another.
The bombardnt continued endlessly.
Each strike was stronger than the previous one.
Each strike was more terrifying than the previous one.
The world shook continuously.
Mountains collapsed.
Rivers exploded.
The sky itself seed ready to split apart.
The heavenly tribulation raged for an extrely long ti.
Eventually the final bolt descended.
The strongest bolt.
The most terrifying bolt.
The heavens roared one final ti.
The entire world beca covered in light.
Then everything slowly quieted.
The clouds dispersed.
The thunder vanished.
The lightning disappeared.
The tribulation ended.
And when the blinding light finally faded away, every cultivator stared toward the center of Silent River Hill.
Because the egg was still there.
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