Chapter 4196: Chapter 1972: As the thod
Clang.
The Dao-extinguishing Mysterious Ruler fell onto the surface of the North Sea.
Before it could sink, a young girl about twelve or thirteen, dressed in purple, appeared and picked it up.
The once indomitable Mysterious Ruler, which even Ancestor Han required ti and great effort to wield, and which remained unscathed after clashing directly with the power of The Divine of the three realms,
lay quietly in the hands of the little girl.
It was as if it was born to be this girl’s weapon, their auras perfectly in harmony and rging seamlessly.
“Long ti no see…”
The young girl in purple, though young, had an air of mature wisdom on her exquisitely carved face, studying the treasure ruler in her hand, her gaze tinged with a sense of nostalgia and sigh.
She wore other adornnts, such as an exquisite jade earring, a black obsidian bell around her neck, and a bracelet with a golden snake and red string on her wrist.
These were clearly not ordinary ornants, all of them were at the level of Inscription Stele Divine Instrunt, exuding an ancient aura.
Yet compared to the Dao-extinguishing Mysterious Ruler, they were not in the sa league.
But if one observed her shoulders and back, there was a piece of cloud gauze that seed to be made of condensed mist, faintly blooming with a seven-colored rainbow, revealing it to belong to another level of divine object, not much inferior to the Dao-extinguishing Mysterious Ruler.
The young girl clutched the Mysterious Ruler, the cloud gauze floating over her shoulders, glanced northward, her eyes flickered slightly as she whispered:
“The Chaotic Luo Cloud Gauze has been re-refined, and the Dao-extinguishing Mysterious Ruler has returned to its rightful place. But alas, the embryo mother coffin is damaged once more…”
She paused, seeming to weigh her options, then shook her head slightly:
“Not much of a pity though, at least this Divine has been utterly exhausted…”
Swish!
A mont ago, she was still above the North Sea.
As she turned, her figure disintegrated.
She reappeared atop the Dragonhead of the Holy Palace Square on the four-hill mountain, stretched out her small hand, and slapped the Source Crystal before her.
“Sizzle!”
The Source Crystal, taller than her, was completely depleted, crumbling into wisps of gray smoke that drifted away.
The entire four-hill mountain, shrouded under a Holy Spirit Array which had also been re-refined, devilish energy flowing everywhere, emanated over everyone, yet the outside world was oblivious to it.
The young girl in purple looked around the four-hill mountain with a slight smile, a sense of relief and carefree deanor, gently brushed her sleeve:
“Awaken.”
Buzz!
With a single thought, all the devilish energy of the four-hill mountain was instantly drawn into the girl’s body.
Everyone shuddered as if waking from a deep dream, forgetting what had happened before, continuing with what they were doing before their mories were interrupted.
But no one noticed the significant changes in the Holy Emperor Bai Long and the Holy Emperor Purple Pet on the Holy Palace Square.
“Lord Purple Pet.”
The voice of Bai Long was extrely respectful as it softly sounded out: “What shall we do next?”
Though both were Holy Emperors, Bai Long had never needed to speak to the Holy Emperor Purple Pet in such a manner, even though his lineage was inherently a tier lower than the Spiritual God lineage.
But at this ti, Holy Emperor Bai Long was extrely cautious, yet Purple Pet seed used to this, responding with absolute calm:
“Wait.”
“Wait, for what?” Bai Long asked with careful servility.
“Wait for the Divine Farr Hundred Grass Path to succeed.” Purple Pet smiled, “If He refuses to awaken, then this Holy Emperor shall ensure He shall never awaken!”
…
“Infinite transformations of Technique Species!”
Within the Ghost Buddha Realm, within the Life Seed.
Cursed Yin squeezed out the last bit of power, completely discarding the past and future versions of self.
As he cast himself towards the unknown, amidst the endless transformations of the Phantom Swords Technique, he finally saw his true self, as Bazhun’an did.
Non-action?
Cursed Yin sought to evoke action from the realm of non-action!
In an instant, Cursed Yin severed the roots and stems of the Life Seed.
The endless transformations of the Phantom Swords Technique autonomously evolved in his mind, his aura grew stronger bit by bit, pushing towards the extre step by step.
At the final instant, his form underwent myriad transformations.
Taking human shapes, animalistic forms, transforming into mist, converging into streams, sotis vast enough to form soaring peaks, and at others, reduced to a single grain of sand, where nothing cannot be assimilated, no path cannot be tainted.
“Hiss, gaga…”
A tiny Life Seed, claiming to be a world, managed to develop a comprehensive Path and thod as extensive as a Heavenly Realm within.
Cursed Yin appeared maniacal, his thoughts completely unhinged.
At the last mont, he sacrificed the only object in his self-awareness that could serve as an anchor of his self, which belonged to the Ancestor of Sorcery.
“Magic Ruins, Sacrifice!”
This Ancestor Divine Court, ford after transformation, was one of the few things capable of matching the force of Cursed Yin.
In the past, due to the influence of the Ancestor’s residual consciousness, or because of safety concerns, Cursed Yin couldn’t entirely let go.
Now, with all transformations of his self proving to be his true self, the Ancestor’s remnants were obstacles, remnants that must be removed for true knowledge and the Great Path.
Then, what use is keeping them?
“Boom!”
The explosion of Magic Ruins, a myriad of forces should have swept through the entire Ghost Buddha Realm.
Cursed Yin, however, executed a decisive technique, perfectly controlling the explosive force of the Magic Ruins, gathering it within the tiny Life Seed.
Thus, externally, there was no anomaly in the Life Seed.
Within the Life Seed, space collapsed, the Path and thod transford, akin to the creation of a chaos world, birthing auspicious light, suffused with Violet Qi.
“Devour, devour, devour!”
Cursed Yin devoured eagerly, relentlessly.
At a ti of a do-or-die gamble, would an esteed Ancestral God allow the lack of energy or a weak state to hinder him?
“Cursed Ruins, Ford!”
As his state ward, he again perford a hand gesture.
In laughter tinged with madness, Cursed Yin gazed at the Internal World of the Life Seed, beginning to construct a whole new divine palace according to the most perfect directional evolution of the Phantom Swords Technique.
And this, entirely abandoned the influence of the Ancestor of Sorcery.
The entire world was filled with Cursed Yin’s malevolent energy, utilizing the most extre, most unrestrained, most unbeatable force of the Phantom Swords Technique’s endless variations, even beginning to approach the transformations of life’s cycle and the Path of Reincarnation, as well as touching upon the purity of the Holy Path and the frenzy of the Devil Path’s authority.
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