Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 1101 Mid-stage Venerable

The gaps are extremely fine.

So faint as to be almost imperceptible.

But the ray of light shining through the crack in the door—an ancient, pure, primordial light untouched by any laws—illuminated his dantian and shone upon the newly formed seed of Dao.

"Om-"

The seed of Dao trembled slightly.

The pulse has become more steady and powerful.

Each pulse draws upon the tides of countless laws within the Sea of ​​Origin.

Zhang Yuan opened his eyes.

His aura changed.

It's not that it's sharper, it's that it's cleaner.

Like a knife that has been quenched and the last layer of rust has been worn away.

The life-or-death struggle of the Acquired Realm, the mastery of the Grandmaster Realm, and the grand aspirations of the Great Grandmaster are no longer layered accumulations, but have merged into one thing.

Mid-stage Venerable One.

It wasn't a forced breakthrough; the door was meant to open at this moment.

He endured billions of times the pressure in the Demon Suppression Tower.

The power system that is being organized within the sea of ​​consciousness.

The insights gained from the life-and-death battles on each level of the tower.

The golden light of the legacy left behind by Emperor Jun Tianzun.

There was also the test of will just now, using one's own cultivation path as a mirror and the golden light of Emperor Jun as a furnace.

All of these things combined to silently push open that door.

He looked down at his hands.

The marks of the scorching fire in the furnace still remain on the back of his hand.

But beneath the skin, the silver light of the stars and the gray glow of chaos were flowing harmoniously.

No more fighting, no more attrition.

They became two streams of the same river, flowing side by side without interfering with each other.

Just then, an unusual fluctuation came from above.

Zhang Yuan suddenly looked up.

The gaze pierced through the dome of the eighth floor, through the scorched earth and stone layers, and fell upon the ninth floor.

Then his pupils suddenly contracted.

In the ninth level, endless spiritual light and demonic energy are surging.

The aura was pale blue, originating from the same Heavenly Laws as those on Emperor Jun's robes.

The demonic energy was purplish-black, exactly the same as the demonic energy surging in the Abyss.

The two forces were no longer static; they were spinning wildly, faster and faster, forming a massive vortex that stretched across the ninth level.

Aura and demonic energy intertwined, collided, and merged in the vortex, emitting a piercing roar.

The roar pierced through the tower's barriers and crashed directly into the depths of Zhang Yuan's soul, causing the newly formed Dao Seed in his dantian to tremble.

At the center of the vortex, the pale blue figure sitting cross-legged became increasingly blurry.

With each rotation of the vortex, his figure faded a little, while the Heavenly Laws on the four walls of the ninth floor shone a little brighter.

The law patterns that were originally hidden in the stone wall have now all emerged, densely packed and layered, illuminating the entire Demon Suppression Tower as if it were daytime.

He recognized the true nature of the vortex.

That was a sacrifice.

He recognized the true nature of the vortex. It was a sacrifice.

Everything on the battlefield of Tianyuan City—the myriad spirits of the primordial world and the demon army—their power, flesh, blood, and souls were all thrown into the vortex, becoming sacrifices to shake the laws of heaven and earth.

Emperor Jun Tianzun is offering sacrifices for this catastrophe itself.

Zhang Yuan's lips moved slightly, his voice hoarse.

"Sacrifice... He is sacrificing all living beings..."

Emperor Jun Tianzun's gaze pierced through the tower and landed on Zhang Yuan, only to give a faint smile.

The Demon Suppression Tower burst forth with unprecedented light in the next instant!

The nine-story pagoda shook and trembled, and the Heavenly Laws inscribed on it were completely activated.

An indescribable power descended!

This force is not about destruction, but rather the ultimate "stripping" and "exile".

"BOOM—!!!"

The earth-shattering roar did not come from sound, but from the lament of space itself.

With the Demon Suppression Tower at its core, the largest fragment of the entire Xuntian Continent, Tianyuan City and the battlefields of the three surrounding continents, was as if it had been forcibly ripped out of the void by an invisible giant hand!

Space shattered like glass, revealing the turbulent spacetime currents that followed.

Under Zhang Yuan's horrified gaze, the blazing aura of the sun burning around Venerable Chiyang suddenly froze, and the fiery trajectory of the giant sword's sweeping attack was frozen in mid-air.

Before Venerable Qing Shuang, the silver-white lotus flower composed of ultimate sword light instantly dimmed.

The Blackwing Clan member pierced by the sword tip froze, along with his astonished expression.

The hundreds of silver array discs controlled by Venerable Xingheng stopped rotating in the air.

The blood and qi battle array barrier set up by Venerable Yunji dissipated like shattered glass.

The bloodstains and roars on the faces of the soldiers of the Hanyue Army, the cold blades of the Xuanjia warriors of the Law Enforcement Hall wielding against the "rebels," and the resolute figures of the reinforcements from various continents charging forward in bloodshed...

Whether it was the steel wall of the Unmoving Army of Rocky Continent, the purple lightning of the Thunder Riders of Purple Lightning Continent, or the silver wings of the Flying Feather Army of Crimson Cloud Continent, all their movements were forcibly frozen at this moment.

On the demon side, high above the clouds, the twisted demonic patterns on the faces of the four Netherworld Demon Generals froze in an unbelievable moment.

Below, the Yunyi clan's demonized patriarch, whose spear was pointing directly at Tianyuan City, froze, and the last faint glimmer of silver light in his eyes was completely extinguished.

The millions of Cloudwing Clan members who unfurled their black wings and swooped down like a black tsunami, along with their drawn demonic arrows, were brought to a standstill.

The ferocious charging posture of the Abyss Vanguard, the roaring maws of the Demon Generals, and the surging, ink-black ocean of demonic energy all fell into a deathly stillness.

The remaining radiance around Fairy Yunxia was frozen as she tried to re-condense.

Her figure, back to back with Xuan Qing, facing the two demon generals, was as if embedded in amber.

The image of Yue Qing, leaning on his sword and roaring as he commanded the Han Yue Army to form a battle formation, is forever frozen in that moment.

The majestic Heavenly City, the battlefield smoke stretching across the sky, the millions of primordial creatures and the demon army locked in fierce combat, and the massive main body composed of three thousand six hundred fragments of the Sky-Patrolling Continent...

Everything, including the continent that bore endless blood and fire, was completely swallowed and enveloped by the dazzling light of the Demon Suppression Tower under Zhang Yuan's gaze!

The light flashed and disappeared in an instant.

Along with the Demon Suppression Tower itself, and everything that was frozen and engulfed, it vanished from the spot in an instant!

All that remains is a massive, empty black hole of space, whose edges are still collapsing and disappearing.

A violent spatial-temporal turbulence, like a flood bursting its banks, poured out of the black hole!

Zhang Yuan felt a gentle yet irresistible force envelop him, throwing him violently backward, allowing him to narrowly avoid the all-consuming turbulence and black hole.

The light and shadows swirled wildly before my eyes, and the space itself twisted and shifted.

I don't know how much time passed; it felt like a moment, yet also like ten thousand years.

When Zhang Yuan stepped back onto solid ground, the raging turbulence before him finally subsided, and the void stabilized once more.

Zhang Yuan stood in the deathly silence of the void, with cold dust beneath his feet.

Ahead, the three Venerables, Xingheng, Chiyang, and Yunji, still wore expressions of shock and grief as they gazed at the empty void where spatial wounds were healing.

That place was once the location of Tianyuan City in Xuntian Continent.

The Crimson Sun Venerable's voice was dry and heavy: "Still... we couldn't save Tianyuan City..." (End of Chapter)