"Ding, the host has been killed, evaluating the enemy’s power and preparing a resurrection plan."
The system notification sounded as expected.
Then, it fell into a long silence.
It seed like the situation was complicated this ti, and the system needed so effort to resolve it.
After all, it wasn’t just the altar that killed him this ti, but also the turbulent rules, making it difficult to apply a one-ti fix.
Brother Cheng grew a little impatient waiting; hey, it’s almost 30 seconds now.
System bro, are you going to break the rules?
Feeling a bit underwhelming.
"Ding, the host’s spirit of bravely challenging the Wàn Mó Forbidden Altar has finally moved the Ruins Essence, and it has decided to lend a helping hand!"
What?
What Ruins Essence?
Could it be that the Void Immortal Realm has its own consciousness?
"Ding, host resurrected."
As soon as he ca back to life, Brother Cheng noticed sothing different.
The turbulent rules that tore him apart instantly were now keeping a distance, not harming him at all.
Not only that, but the altar’s deadly attacks were also forcibly kept out by the turbulent rules.
The range wasn’t large, only three feet around him.
However, these three feet beca the safest blank space in the entire Void Immortal Realm.
"Young hero, welco to your arrival!"
An old voice echoed in his mind.
Brother Cheng’s lips twitched; what hero fancy is this?
Hit with a wave of cringe?
"Who’s talking?"
"I am the Ruins Essence, thank you for coming to save ."
When did I save you?
Brother Cheng looked around: "Where are you?"
"I am everywhere, the entire ruins are my embodint."
"So aweso?" Brother Cheng was a little taken aback.
"Alright, young hero, ti is short. Please follow my guidance and destroy that damned altar!"
What’s with this way of speaking?
Brother Cheng suspected it might be so NPC?
Nevertheless, the altar looked highly unsettling, and it was the culprit for his death; it did need to be destroyed.
"Destroying the altar is fine, but can I make a request?"
The Ruins Essence apparently didn’t expect the ’hero’ to make demands, so it paused for a mont.
"What is your request?"
"Please call the handso hero!"
The Ruins Essence was taken aback once more and only after a long while did it say, "Very well, handso hero."
"We should head out now."
"I will help shield you from the altar’s attacks."
"Please give your all to destroy it!"
Everyone still on the turtle’s back then saw Sect Leader Jiang’s figure suddenly reappear, flying towards the altar without saying a word of greeting.
"As expected of the master, being able to survive, amazing, amazing!"
"The Sect Leader indeed is a person protected by great fortune, to erge unscathed from a sure-death scenario!"
The Three-Eyed Tiger looked at the shocked faces of the Frost Rabbit King and Female Chicken King, and said enviously, "Once again, Brother Cheng steals the spotlight."
Amidst their chatter, Brother Cheng had already flown above the altar.
"Handso hero, co with to the top of the altar."
"Lead the way!"
Jiang Cheng continued flying upward, flying countless miles until finally reaching the top of the altar.
Above the altar was a pure white small tower.
The tower stood just three ters tall, forming a stark contrast with the jet-black altar.
The surfaces of the tower were engraved with intricate and bizarre patterns that made one extrely uncomfortable just to look at.
"This is the core of the altar and the weakest part, quickly destroy this tower."
Brother Cheng felt a bit annoyed; what’s with this tone?
"Who are you talking to?"
"..."
The Ruins Essence was montarily speechless and had to rephrase.
"Handso hero, I beseech you to destroy this tower!"
Only then was Brother Cheng satisfied and he drew his Saint Artifact Mahayana Long Departure Sword.
Gathering all his spiritual power, he struck it down fiercely.
Clang!
The Holy Sword carried an imposing force of sky-shattering might, colliding violently with the tower’s base, finally making a tal clashing sound.
Sparks flew, and a shallow notch appeared on the base, as small as a grain of rice.
"Damn, is this tower so hard?"
He had guessed the tower wouldn’t be easy to destroy, given the handiwork of Immortal Emperor of the Immortal Realm.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have brought out the Saint Artifact.
But he never expected it to be this difficult.
This is supposed to be the altar’s weakest spot?
Mind you, just in terms of attack power, Jiang Cheng had long surpassed the Saint Tier’s limits.
With the backing of the Chaos Demon Body, coupled with the Immortal Body, and the unprecedented formidable Holy Sanctuary, and the system-drawn Great Perfection Swordsmanship.
Though still in the early-stage Saint Tier, truth be told, in close combat, even Celestial Immortals wouldn’t stand a chance against him.
The force of this sword, if placed outside, could cause natural disasters to alter landscapes.
Yet here, it only resulted in this minimal damage.
If it were other Saint Tier experts within the Void Immortal Realm, they probably wouldn’t even manage to leave a scratch.
The Ruins Essence wasn’t disappointed, feeling instead quite thrilled.
Excitedly, it said: "Handso hero, you truly are the one sent by heaven to break this calamity, to be able to damage this altar."
The title of the catastrophe-breaker made Brother Cheng deeply reflect.
Why does it feel like my character is now similar to so Eastern monk who broke a seal and released a monkey from under the mountain?
Clang, clang, clang...
He struck dozens more tis, with dozens of grain-sized notches now on the base.
Compared to that base, it was a re drop in the ocean.
Seeing his Holy Sword even chip a little, he was heartbroken and tossed the sword aside.
"No more chopping, dead tired, by the year of the monkey, will this be done?"
The Ruins Essence panicked: "Handso hero, please continue, as long as you persist, you will eventually slice through this tower!"
"How long?"
"A year? Three years? Or ten years?"
Brother Cheng rolled his eyes, sat down directly, and even rubbed his fingers.
"Do you think I’m here for hard labor?"
Is this truly the catastrophe breaker prompted by heavens?
The Ruins Essence suddenly felt doubtful of life itself, this is not following the script!
Heroes are supposed to go crazy, toiling tirelessly to complete guidance tasks after receiving a mission, no?
"Handso hero, this is heaven testing your perseverance!"
Bah, Brother Cheng snorted in disdain at this.
"Are you fooling a child?"
"Alright, be honest, if this tower’s broken, what do you get?"
The Ruins Essence didn’t want to say, but looking at Sect Leader Jiang’s stance, he was ready to drop everything any second.
In the end, it could only narrate the story.
"I would gain freedom."
"A million years ago, those Immortal Emperors and Demon Emperors in the Immortal Realm suppressed with two altars, knocking down from the Immortal Realm to here, unable to break free."
Jiang Cheng casually remarked, "Are you that weak? Can’t move with only two altars?"
"These two altars engaged in a blood sacrifice of billions of Immortal Demons, and the imnse Blood Evil Qi eroded my qi, leaving extrely weakened, hence unable to resist."
This simple sentence made Brother Cheng shuddered in surprise.
He previously wondered why the tiline between the Immortal Demon War Mo Chen ntioned and the appearance of the Void Immortal Realm were so close, and the places so coincidental.
Now he finally understood.
That so-called Immortal Demon War was actually just to suppress the Void Immortal Realm.
Immortal Mo also t a tragic end, joining the battle only to be used as a sacrifice back then.
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