C1110 Golden Shura!(1)

The terrifying force of the Star River burst forth from within Blood King Sabonis's body with explosive power.

Boom! The very earth of Ionodios trembled as towering mountains and rivers crumbled and shattered. It was as if the ground had been penetrated by countless giant blades, leaving behind a network of ravines and gorges.

Amidst the darkness, both outside and within, tremors occurred simultaneously, signaling that Ionodios was teetering on the brink of annihilation.

Blood King Sabonis stood beside the Dragon Slaying Stage, his palms radiating a blinding golden light that infused into the surface stained with Noeyr's blood.

Suddenly, from deep beneath Ionodios, rare veins of fine gold coalesced into strands of golden lightning and silver gleam.

Like fierce dragons and serpents bursting from the earth, they indiscriminately struck at Warpbeasts, Ghouls, and the surviving members of various clans.

In an instant, numerous weaker creatures and clanspeople perished due to misfortune.

In a frenzy, people scattered, fleeing the encroaching darkness and escaping the grasp of fiends and Ghouls, converging on the increasingly smaller rocky regions.

The darkness spread like an inky veil, and in a brief span, only a fifth of the vast Ionodios remained untouched by the engulfing Absolute Darkness.

Sabonis's presence, coupled with his control over the Dragon Slaying Stage, sent a chill over the crowd, who had just begun to relax, as if they had been doused from head to toe in icy water.

At that moment, Blood King Sabonis was using the blood of Noeyr's Voidweaver as a key, channeling his own power into the Dragon Slaying Stage.

With blood as the conduit and the Hex Stone's psionic power at his disposal, he continued to siphon the energies of the Chronowyrm and the frost wyrm.

Within the two little worlds inside the Dragon Slaying Stage, clusters of dark green vortexes materialized out of thin air.

These vortexes swirled with thousands of golden crystals, silver lightning, and black iron essence.

The twisted, chaotic forces of time and space, emanating from the tenth-level frost wyrm's icy glare, echoed with the thunderous sounds of the cosmic order and the peculiar noise of fracturing space-time.

The two miraculous forces, drawn by the crystalline walls of the little worlds, slowly merged into the dark green vortexes.

This so-called wall was the remnant cocoon left by the Voidweaver, a manifestation of the Hex Stone's inherent power, only to be awakened and guided by the blood of a Voidweaver descendant.

In the unseen depths of darkness, visible only to the formidable Shura, the Voidweaver's presence lingered. Within the Deathwing Lair, the space began to churn violently as a membrane of death force was shattered in an instant.

Above the lair, the Frost Well, now expanded manyfold, still ensnared the Frost Queen. The well's mouth faced downwards, directly above the opening of the Deathwing Lair. The power of the Chronowyrm, drawn forth by the Blood King Sabonis, merged into the space tunnel connecting to the Dark Realm. The residual might of the frost wyrm seeped into the Frost Well itself, reinforcing the structure.

The entrance to the lair and the mouth of the well were now interconnected, their space magic coalescing into a solid unity. The well stood like a beacon, a spatial marker, guiding the path with precision. Its presence and essence seemed to emit a constant glow, signaling to the Shura of the Dark Realm the direction to follow as they traversed the void.

With a whoosh, a Shura clad in gleaming silver armor from the Dark Realm materialized within the lair.

"My King!"

Upon his arrival, he immediately sought out Sabonis. Upon spotting him, he called out with exhilarated fervor. Following him, a murderous aura, unstoppable even by the boundless darkness, surged from the space tunnel beneath the lair, altering the countenances of all human cultivators and tribal elders.

"Darn it!"

The moment the Starfallen Oracle Beru detected the scent of bloodlust, he knew with certainty that Sabonis was not a mere projection, but had fully descended in his true form! The Blood King was no longer concealed; his supreme power, his true self, was now within Ionodios!

With the arrival of Sabonis, it was clear that the figure before them was indeed the Blood King himself!

Then came a thunderous roar as a massive Golden Chariot followed the Dark Realm Shura into Ionodios. The overwhelming aura of slaughter, preceding the chariot's arrival, caused many Divine Weapons within the realm to gravitate toward the darkness.

A magnificent tableau unfolded, leaving many bewildered onlookers in awe. Countless Divine Weapons soared into the abyss, their jubilant cries echoing as they sought their haven.

"Hmm!"

Tong Laoqian, standing within the Dissolving Fortress, noticed the copper coins, once affixed to his garments, now departing from him as if called away by some unseen force.

It wasn't just him.

Numerous cultivators, archdemons, and Otherkin clutching their weapons and sacred artifacts found themselves ensnared by an unseen force. Any item forged from metal was inexorably drawn towards the encroaching darkness.

It was as if a Gold Devouring Beast lurked there, swallowing all things metallic.

Screams, heavy breathing, and frantic shouts filled the air as they fought desperately to maintain control of their possessions.

Tong Laoqian, who practiced the Dao of Gold and Jade, felt an overwhelming sense of suppression, leaving him in discomfort.

He feared that a mere collision with the Golden Chariot would shatter his unique Solar Spirit Body into fragments of gold and jade, obliterating his soul.

Facing Sabonis was out of the question; even the mere presence of the Blood King's Chariot was enough to threaten him like an ant beneath a boot.

Yu Yuan felt a surge of panic within his heaven soul.

His clarity returned slightly when he noticed that the Baneblade, Bloodhell, was also being dragged into the abyss.

Crafted with fine gold, the Baneblade was susceptible to the same influence as any other metallic object.

As the Baneblade vanished into the darkness, the connection between his heaven soul and the remnant soul within the blade was severed, leaving him blind to its existence and trajectory.

He suddenly realized that the Dissolving Fortress had been fortified, prompting him to glance at Chen Qinghuang.

Chen Qinghuang remained stoic, her emotions undisturbed by the Blood King's emergence.

"The Dark Realm, birthplace of the Shura, is a frigid expanse that could freeze the very soul. To others, its darkness is a pure and oppressive force," Tian Zang spoke with ease from his lofty position upon the Blood Altar. "Yet the essence of the Shura bloodline isn't found in cold or darkness."

"They have adapted to both, and some have even evolved to harness these forces to a degree."

"But the true might of the Shura lies in their boundless martial prowess, the power of Sunsilver. They command the Sunsilver veins that stretch across the Star River. All Divine Weapons are subject to their influence. They are a warrior race, their very bodies as formidable as the finest Divine Blades."

With his speech concluded, Tian Zang, moved by a sudden insight, turned his gaze to President Lyi.