stjorthotic Chapter 97 Divine Transformation and Wrath
Chapter 97 Divine Transformation and Wrath
Chapter 97 Divine Transformation and Wrath (4K)
The lake water overflowed, forming a huge whirlpool.
In the distance, the continuous mountain peaks collapsed in patches, raising clouds of dust.
The once clear sky resembled a shattered porcelain plate, cracked with countless black fissures, revealing chilling spatial turbulence.
The mud monkey, terrified, grabbed Luo Meng's leg and cried, "Brother Luo! The sky is falling! This place is going to explode!"
"Let go!" Luo Meng swung his leg forcefully, but couldn't shake it off. "If the sky falls, there's always a new turtle shell to hold it up. What are you wailing about!"
Xu Hao felt the power of the demon ship rising steadily beneath his feet, and listened to the constant notifications from the blessed land scroll in his mind. A cold smile appeared on his lips.
Chenhuang Realm, the main peak of Tianheng Sect.
The turbulent flow of spiritual energy within the ruins of the main hall had not yet subsided.
Luo Zhenfeng, with disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes, stared intently at a small pinch of purple-gold powder on the offering table.
"Sect Master Luo, please calm down!" The five sect elders struggled to withstand the pressure of the Divine Transformation Realm, their faces deathly pale.
"Calm down?" Luo Zhenfeng suddenly turned his head, his gaze sweeping over the group.
He took a step forward, grabbed the Grand Elder of the Green Mountain Sect by the collar, and half-lifted him up: "My son is dead! The essence of the secret realm is being drained! And you want me to calm down?"
The Grand Elder of the Green Mountain Sect was being choked and could hardly breathe, clinging desperately to Luo Zhenfeng's arm with both hands: "Sect Master Luo—"
My condolences—if the secret realm collapses, we must evacuate our disciples immediately—
Luo Zhenfeng raised his hand and waved it, causing the dragon pillars at the four corners of the main hall to shatter.
A massive crimson array lit up beneath everyone's feet.
"The Heavenly Heng Sect's ultimate formation? Are you crazy?!" The five sect elders were shocked.
"Luo Zhenfeng, are you crazy! Forcibly crossing realms will not only consume a massive amount of top-grade spirit stones, but also shorten your lifespan by a hundred years! Does your Tianheng Sect want to destroy its foundation?!" the Xiangyun Sect elder exclaimed anxiously.
"No way! Today, none of you from any of your five factions will leave this mountain alive!"
"Activate the formation! Hand over all your spiritual power and spirit stones!" Luo Zhenfeng roared. "Anyone who dares to hold back will be annihilated right now!"
Luo Zhenfeng's face contorted as he rapidly formed hand seals.
A beam of light erupted from the ground beneath the main hall, instantly turning the mountain of top-grade spirit stones into dust.
"Pour all your spiritual power into it!" Luo Zhenfeng roared, biting his tongue and spitting a mouthful of blood onto the array's core.
His lifespan was burning wildly in the raging array, his originally black hair turned visibly gray, and wrinkles appeared on his skin.
The five elders looked ashen-faced.
Faced with the death threat of the Divine Transformation Realm, they dared not disobey and could only grit their teeth and continuously inject their spiritual power into the formation.
Click.
With a deafening roar, a huge black rift was forcibly torn open in the void above the main peak of the Tianheng Sect.
A violent spatial turbulence poured out from the crack, heading straight for the Cloud Hidden Realm on the Sky-Supporting Continent.
The sky above the Hidden Cloud Realm was completely torn apart.
A massive black rift stretched across the sky, with violent spatial turbulence pouring down.
Immediately afterwards, a suffocatingly terrifying pressure pierced through the barrier between the two worlds and descended with a roar.
The already churning waters of Linghu Lake emitted a piercing hiss under this oppressive force, boiling violently at a visible speed, evaporating into large swaths of white mist.
Within the white mist, a phantom several tens of feet tall materialized.
Luo Zhenfeng had disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes.
He looked down and immediately saw Luo Mingcheng's head, which was lying in a daze, because it had rolled to the side and been missed by the mud monkey who was rummaging through the corpse.
His gaze shifted again, settling on the demon ship at the bottom of the lake, covered in dark blue bone armor and frantically feeding on the core of the earth's veins with countless fleshy tendrils.
Xu Hao stood at the bow of the ship, still holding the blood-dripping Sea Devouring Blade in his hand.
"You ants of Tianqing—" Luo Zhenfeng's voice shook the surrounding collapsed mountains, causing them to shatter once more. "You dare kill my son? You dare destroy the foundation of my Tianheng Sect?!"
Inside the hold, Mud Monkey's eardrums bled from the commotion. He scrambled to peek through the crack in the door, his voice cracking with fear: "Boss! Who's this old bastard? His voice's louder than a sea turtle's!"
"The young one died, and now the old one comes." Xu Hao flicked the blood off his blade, looked up at the phantom in mid-air, and said with a mocking tone, "Sect Master Luo, is it? Your son just said you were going to cross realms to kill me. I thought he was just bragging, but I didn't expect you to actually go all out."
"Insolence!" Luo Zhenfeng laughed in fury, his eyes almost bleeding. "A mere uncivilized stray dog dares to bark at me! I swear I won't be human if I don't skin you alive and banish you to the deepest hell!"
"Alright, stop howling." Xu Hao picked at his ear. "Your son just said the same thing, and his head's still stuck in the water. I know the rules of the Chenhuang Realm, you're all just being stubborn."
The mud monkey chimed in from below, "The chief is right! This old bastard doesn't even dare to show his real body; who is he trying to scare with just a shadow!"
Luo Meng was speechless. "Shut up! Can't you see the water's almost boiled dry by this old man?"
Seeing Xu Hao dare to spout such nonsense in front of him, Luo Zhenfeng's reason was completely consumed by anger.
He no longer cared about the rules of the secret realm, and the phantom suddenly raised its right hand.
"To be buried with my son!"
A gigantic golden palm print condensed in mid-air, blotting out the sky and the sun.
The giant hand, carrying the absolute crushing power of a peak Divine Transformation Realm expert, slammed down towards the Zhenyuan ship at the bottom of the Spirit Lake.
Before the palm strike even landed, the rock strata at the bottom of the lake had already begun to collapse on a large scale.
Xu Hao's expression instantly turned cold and stern. A cross-realm attack from a Divine Transformation Realm expert was no joke.
"Second brother! Bring out all the spirit stones you just stole!" Xu Hao roared.
Chen Yuanzhi moved extremely quickly, emptying the dozens of colorful storage bags that Xu Hao had given him.
Several hundred low-grade spirit stones were piled up on the deck, forming a small mountain.
Xu Hao stomped his left foot hard, and his inner strength and blood flowed into the deck without reservation.
"Eat! Eat until you drop!"
The Zhenyuan let out a roar of extreme excitement.
They rolled up the small mountain of spirit stones on the deck and cleaned it up completely.
A blinding, eerie blue light shot into the sky.
The newly fused ancient array patterns were pushed to their limit, and a thick, mountain-like layer of Xuanwu Qi suddenly formed around the ship's hull, firmly resisting the golden giant hand that was crashing down from above.
boom.
He slammed his palm down hard on the dark blue Xuanwu Qi.
The tortoise shell phantom, powerful enough to withstand a full-force attack from a peak-level Qi Refining Realm cultivator, only lasted three breaths before being confronted by the absolute power of a Divine Transformation Realm cultivator.
Click.
A piercing cracking sound echoed from the bottom of the spirit lake.
The phantom of the tortoise shell cracked with countless tiny cracks.
In the hold, Mud Monkey huddled in a corner, covering his head, his voice hoarse: "Boss! The turtle shell is leaking!"
That old bastard's slap is too hard!
"Shut your bird beak!" Luo Meng, who had already run into the cabin, pressed against the hatch with all his might, his muscles bulging and blood seeping from his seven orifices. "The boss is still up there holding it up, what are you yelling about!"
Chen Yuanzhi dug his fingers into the wooden board, staring intently at the splinters falling from above: "I can't hold on any longer. This force is far beyond what Zhen Yuan can withstand."
On the deck, Xu Hao's inner strength and blood were squeezed to the limit, and his bones made a cracking sound as if they could not bear the burden. Above his head, a giant golden hand that blotted out the sky pressed down inch by inch, carrying Luo Zhenfeng's twisted rage.
"You ants of Tianqing, die!" Luo Zhenfeng's roar pierced the void.
Just as the palm strike was about to crush Xu Hao and Zhenyuan into mincemeat, at the critical moment...
Click.
A faint, yet seemingly soul-crushing sound rang out.
The Cloud Hidden Realm, whose core earth veins had been drained by the Zhenyuan ship, had finally reached its limit.
This shattered fragment of heaven and earth could no longer withstand the terrifying pressure brought by the Divine Transformation Realm's cross-realm transformation.
Boom!
The entire secret realm collapsed completely.
The violent spatial turbulence, like a flood bursting its banks, instantly shattered the barrier between the two realms.
"No--!"
In mid-air, Luo Zhenfeng's illusory figure didn't even have time to retract his palm strike before being swallowed whole by the dark spatial rift.
A giant golden hand, powerful enough to destroy the Zhenyuan, was instantly shattered by the turbulent currents.
Endless darkness and a feeling of weightlessness instantly enveloped the Zhenyuan.
A violent spatial tearing force surged from all directions, as if countless steel knives were cutting through the ship's hull.
Xu Hao gripped the broken rudder tightly with both hands, pouring the last of his vital energy into the ship without reservation.
"Hold on tight, all of you!" Xu Hao roared, his voice barely audible amidst the turbulent currents.
In the lower deck, the three people who were still awake were already huddled together.
The mud monkey, tears and snot streaming down its face, cried out, "Brother Luo! I'm falling apart! I haven't even spent a single spirit stone yet!"
Luo Meng held Chen Yuanzhi with one arm and gripped the gap in the deck tightly with the other hand, gritting his teeth and remaining silent.
The Zhenyuan was violently tossed about in this absolute void. The newly grown Xuanwu bone armor was mostly sheared off by the turbulent currents, and the dark red fleshy tendrils broke off and grew back again and again, desperately protecting the core's lower compartment.
I don't know how much time has passed.
On the continent of Tianqing, on the sea of Shengzhou.
The previously gloomy sky suddenly and without warning split open a huge black hole.
With a deafening sonic boom, a colossal object enveloped in a ghostly blue light, exuding an aura of ancient desolation, crashed down from the black hole like a meteorite.
boom!
The battered and wrecked Zhenyuan crashed heavily into the sea.
A colossal wave, tens of meters high, surged into the sky, directly submerging several surrounding deserted islands.
The sea churned violently and only calmed down after a long time.
On the tattered deck, Xu Hao lay sprawled in a puddle.
The mask had long since shattered into pieces, revealing a pale yet fierce face.
His chest heaved violently as he greedily inhaled the familiar, salty air from the sea off Shengzhou.
He raised his hand, wiped the seawater and blood from his face, and a grotesque smile appeared on his lips.
"Old man, your slaps are still not as tough as my life."
Xu Hao struggled to his feet from the ruined deck, covered in blood.
A sharp pain shot through his chest. He glanced down and saw that at least three of his ribs were broken.
He spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and steadied himself by holding onto the broken ship's side.
Although I was in a sorry state, I managed to come back alive.
He limped toward the lower deck.
The hatch had long been torn to shreds by the spatial turbulence, and it was pitch black inside.
"Second brother? Old Luo?" Xu Hao called out twice.
There was no movement inside the cabin.
Xu Hao's heart sank, and he quickened his pace, stepping over the wood chips scattered on the ground.
In a corner of the lower deck, Luo Meng's massive body was curled up in a ball, desperately protecting Chen Yuanzhi below, who was still clutching a poison canister in his hand.
The mud monkey lay not far away, and a shrunken version of the black tortoise was lying next to them.
Xu Hao stepped forward and checked the breathing of the three of them.
He was barely breathing, bleeding from all seven orifices, but he was still alive.
The array patterns on the Xuan Turtle's back emitted a faint, eerie blue light, clearly indicating that this power was protecting them.
The mud monkey rolled its eyelids and mumbled indistinctly, "Spirit stone—my spirit stone—don't steal it, you old bastard—"
Xu Hao laughed angrily, then kicked the mud monkey's butt: "You money-grubbing wretch, even the King of Hell would find you stingy."
He bent down, pried the poison tube out of Chen Yuanzhi's hand, and threw it aside, lest the kid accidentally melt everyone in his dream.
He went to each of the cabins to check on the people who were still dizzy. After confirming that they were all alive, Xu Hao sat down against the cabin wall, just about to sort out the chaotic qi and blood in his body.
The blessed land in my mind suddenly burst forth with dazzling golden light.
The light was extremely hot, burning Xu Hao's brain and making his soul tremble.
"What's gotten into you again?" he groaned, pressing his temples tightly.
The images surged wildly in his mind, transforming into a tangible golden guiding line that pierced through his brow and pointed straight to the deepest part of the lower deck.
That was originally the room where Xu Hao stored the things he had looted.
Xu Hao stood up, leaning against the wall, and walked along the golden thread.
As you push open the door and walk further in, the surrounding space becomes increasingly eerie.
The narrow bulkheads began to twist and fold, as if an invisible hand had forcibly torn open a new dimension.
A vast and ancient aura swept over him, making Xu Hao's breathing difficult.
He stopped in his tracks.
At the far end, a towering, dark gold gate suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
The gate is made of neither gold nor wood, and its surface is covered with mottled marks from the erosion of time.
A grand totem is prominently carved on the facade.
In the totem, a man stands in mid-air, shattering the sky with a single punch, and nine streams of light fall to earth from the broken void.
Xu Hao stared at the totem, his pupils shrinking slightly.
The things recorded in "Tales of the Wilderness" are right before my eyes.
The Martial Ancestor shattered the void and spread his teachings throughout the world.
"Those bastards in the Chenhuang Realm went to great lengths to create a fake Sea King's Tomb as a blood pool, while those pirates in Shengzhou risked their lives to find the inheritance, only to have the real treasure hidden in this fragment of heaven and earth and swallowed by the Zhenyuan?" Xu Hao twitched his lips, which aggravated the wound on his face, causing him to gasp in pain.
Extremely pure martial arts essence overflowed from the crack in the door.
With just one breath, Xu Hao's depleted inner strength and blood energy roared like an angry dragon, showing faint signs of breaking through to the Qi Refining Realm.
Is martial arts extinct on the Tianqing Continent? Is the cultivation system superior to others?
Screw the rules.
Xu Hao raised his right hand, which was covered in dried blood, and placed it on the door panel, which was neither metal nor wood.
Muscles bulged, and the internal energy and blood of the body erupted with a powerful push.
There was no heavy friction sound.
The dark gold doors silently slid open to both sides.
The world behind the door was pitch black, but an irresistible and terrifying suction force instantly locked onto Xu Hao.
Before he could even muster the thought of resistance, he was forcibly pulled inside.
The door slammed shut, sealing it perfectly, leaving no trace.
In the empty hold, only the heavy snoring of the mud monkey and a low sigh that seemed to come from some unknown dimension and have spanned countless ages could be heard.
"My path—I am not alone—"