The grand and deep humming sound, like the horn on an ancient battlefield, suddenly resounded through the heavens and the earth.
In the Holy Sword Land of the Eastern Region, across the 108 realms, this sound was born simultaneously, accompanied by unusual phenona.
The sky, originally dim and yellow, seed to plunge into darkness in an instant.
Dense black clouds gathered, as if countless black-armored heavenly soldiers were summoned above the clouds, like tiny dots and grains, arranged in battle formations in the void, obscuring the entire sky of the domain.
At the Tiansang Spirit Palace, looking up, the sky was black.
At Dongtianwang City, looking up, the sky was black.
In any place across the 108 realms of the Eastern Region, looking up, the sky was black!
"My heavens..."
Feng Zhongzui shivered, feeling his Dao heart sowhat scattered.
What is the Spiritual Cultivation Era?
What is the end road of the Path of the Ancient Swordsman?
Lord Cang Sheng, at this mont, delivered the most perfect answer sheet.
This wave of power release he displayed—even just the release of power, is sothing that the second stage of any Ancient Sword Technique can’t reach.
In the ancient sword path.
To achieve such an effect.
Unless the Mystical Gate is opened with the sword, instantly reaching the Holy Emperor, or even the Ancestral God Realm!
No way?
Then there is no way!
Compared to these outsiders watching the battle through the Dao Imparting Mirror, the Spiritual Cultivators of the Eastern Region felt it more profoundly.
The last ti the entire domain experienced such an unusual phenonon was with the Demonic Emperor Black Dragon, but that ti, the phantom of the black dragon flashed and disappeared, like an illusion.
This ti, it was not an illusion at all!
The oppressive feeling as if the god of death was staring with a heavy weight on the shoulders, the strange sensation that perated every pore...
"Dang, dang—"
The Ancient War God Platform had beco ethereal, yet the four towering totem poles situated at the four corners of the five regions materialized, swaying unsteadily.
The deep clanging sound from the giant silver chains connecting the four great totem pillars made people even more anxious and uneasy.
This gave people a feeling of "the sky is about to fall!"
If even the Ancient War God Platform cannot withstand the power released after the unsealing of Lord Cang Sheng’s Technique Seed Restriction, would all living beings in the Holy Sword Land of the Eastern Region be obliterated in an instant?
No one had an answer.
No one dared to delve into this question.
Because even now, Lord Cang Sheng was performing hand seals with his hands interlaced, fingertips touching his brow.
Blood splattered.
The hearts of the five regions trembled.
Then the sound of killing intent echoed heavily from within the microcosmic orbit:
"Descent of Sui!"
...
Dong—
The voice of the heart of the earth sank deeply.
The fierce winds howled, and the black clouds across the domain suddenly collapsed inward, and a strange purple eye cracked open at the brow of Ai Cangsheng.
"Gulp!"
As if a skin peeled from the top to the bottom, from inside to outside.
Very abruptly, the eye in the Cursed Yin Purple Eye turned, the pupil erged, but inside it held no trace of life.
"Death·Cursed Yin Eye."
"Death·Cursed Yin Body."
"Death·Cursed Yin Phase."
Ai Cangsheng uttered three phrases, overlapping in sound.
As the words fell, his body devoid of clothing could be seen crawling with purple divine path patterns filled with terrifying power.
The divine path patterns covered his entire body, engraved into spirit at, carved into the marrow of thought.
When his entire body was covered with densely intertwined runes.
There was a sudden crack as two phantom lumps of flesh split open on either side of Ai Cangsheng’s neck, blood splattered, and two heads with only the Cursed Yin Eye and without facial features grew out.
His waist and back also bulged with flesh, quickly tearing through clothing, sprouting four long, slender Cursed Yin arms.
"Transformation of Sui?"
"No, Cursed Yin!"
The key difference was that compared to the possession by Cursed Yin, Ai Cangsheng clearly retained his rationality.
His "eye," "body," "phase," were all under control—the Spiritual Cultivators of the Southern Region of the Land of Sin called upon Cursed Yin, called upon the Power of Cursed Yin, all dominated by the malevolent will of Cursed Yin.
Ai Cangsheng summoned Cursed Yin and wielded Cursed Yin!
"Hah..."
He rely looked up and exhaled.
Ai Cangsheng exhaled at his lips, corroding the space, Path Principles, and black holes.
The re exhalation carried the quantity and quality of the power of the evil god no less than the previous Arrow of Evil God!
"Ah?"
Feng Zhongzui, even separated by the Dao Imparting Mirror, felt he was about to be suffocated by this single breath.
He knew the Ten High Nobles were powerful.
He didn’t know the Ten High Nobles could be this powerful.
The Three Emperors, Elder Yan, Wei Feng, were successively defeated by Lord Shou.
But Lord Cang Sheng alone...
This, was truly the Emperor!
...
"Xu Xiaoshou, sa as before..."
Demon Pattern Ai Cangsheng rotated the Evil Sin Bow, his Demon Image with dual heads and four arms stood arrogantly, contrasting with his serene self.
He gazed intently, the Eyes of the Great Path seemingly dyed in purple.
His voice, ethereal and overlapping, bore evil nature and Sui nature, like a demonic voice penetrating ears, causing tremors, yet it could not suppress the detached humanity firmly seated on the sacred mountain:
"Those who tread over my bones shall achieve the path, those who don’t, die."
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