C2077 The Authority of the Lord of the Abyss
Yuan Le's true form was revealed, effortlessly breaking the constraints of the continent. Blood clouds, driven by his power, soared out and descended upon the Abyss below.
With a roar that pierced the heavens, Yuan Le shattered Yu Yuan's seals with the force of his voice.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
It was as though countless unseen mirrors were obliterated by Yuan Le's bellow. The region around him, filled with the wild and chaotic power of the Abyss, seemed to dissolve into nothingness.
The ancient Beast God from the Wasteland instilled a blood-curdling fear in the mighty beings of the Abyss.
Confronted with the formidable blood ape, everyone felt a crushing pressure and a rising terror.
Yuan Le had no need for the Dark Tower, for with the Abyssal Gate shattered, he could instantly return to the Beast God Temple through the blood connection.
Yet, he chose not to.
Embodying the blood ape, he traversed numerous Blood Slaughterhouses, intent on using his own strength to extinguish all life in the Abyss and transform it into a second Wasteland.
This was the grave duty he had accepted, the promise he had made after being chosen by that entity.
Boom!
Blood energy churned through the void, obliterating the celestial bodies Yu Yuan had crafted with the power of light, plunging the sky into darkness.
Yuan Le's sinister smile spread across his face, his crimson eyes fixating on the drifting Sword Cave, Lin Daoke, and Jihui. "No one can stop what I, Yuan Le, am determined to do," he declared, his voice exuding an overwhelming confidence and authority, as if there were no force on earth that could thwart him.
At his words, Yu Yuan, who was demonstrating his power, felt a slight tremor. The silver surface on his forehead dimmed and then receded into his mind.
"Damn it!"
With a whoosh, he plummeted downward. In his perceptive sea of consciousness, the entire Abyss was vividly mapped out.
He could see the structure of the Abyss from every angle, the people and objects on each piece of land, and even the concealed cosmic order and truths all became clear in his mind.
This was the dominion of the Lord of the Abyss.
The Blood Slaughterhouses, spawned by Yuan Le, could not evade his gaze.
The blood-hued massacre was descending upon the two continents of the second level, like a blood cloud heralding doom.
Across the continents, numerous tribes of intelligent life, adorned in their finest and most opulent attire, watched the descent of the Blood Slaughterhouse with a sense of impending doom.
Their eyes brimmed with despair and a sense of helplessness.
The Evil Gods of the Abyss were absent, having departed with the Holy Temple. It was a time of vulnerability for the Abyss.
Yuan Le, in his true form, was a figure of terror. His laughter and roars, along with the aura emanating from his massive form, left the Abyss's mightiest gasping for air.
The inhabitants of these two continents were the elite of the Abyss, and they understood the significance of Yuan Le.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Suddenly, the Blood Slaughterhouse began to explode in succession.
Yu Yuan, of modest stature, stood amidst the chaos, as if he were engulfing clouds and exhaling mist.
Thick, blood-colored smoke furiously streamed towards his seemingly diminutive frame, rapidly merging with his flesh.
He appeared to be "feeding," using the life force from Yuan Le's Blood Slaughterhouse to nourish his organs.
He obliterated one Blood Slaughterhouse after another, dismantling Yuan Le's ambitions, his own body slowly stained with the hue of blood.
The blood carried Yuan Le's life power, infiltrating Yu Yuan's body, surging toward his heart, and pouring into the vitality of his middle elixir field, seemingly intent on assimilating him.
Yu Yuan let out a soft exclamation.
He observed the hidden bloodline mysteries of Yuan Le's vital energy within his own mind.
His Soul Altar, aligned with the layer of Primal Blood, decoded the Bloodline Revelation that Yuan Le had discerned.
It was imprinted directly.
The collapse of the Blood Slaughterhouse, and the dispersion of the vital energy, inadvertently aided him in forging that very stage.
He felt a jolt of spiritual clarity.
"Mr. Lin, buy me some time to delay him," he communicated through a soul message to Lin Daoke, leaving the Sword Sect Master momentarily taken aback, his expression revealing a trace of irritation.
Lin Daoke was not fond of such direct soul-to-soul communication.
Nevertheless, Lin Daoke gave a subtle nod.
Yu Yuan, situated between the first and second layers of the Abyss, saw Lin Daoke's clear image in his mind and knew he had consented.
Yu Yuan grew increasingly calm as he dissolved the remnants of the Blood Slaughterhouse, using life essence to solidify the red crystal surface.
Whoosh!
A shimmering sword light burst forth from Lin Daoke's forehead, hurtling directly towards the chest of Yuan Le, the giant ape.
As the sword light appeared, it swelled into a dazzling River of Swords, causing the myriad Spirit Swords and Divine Swords within the Sword Cave to resonate. It seemed as though all the secrets of swordsmanship from across the world were contained within the depths of this sword.
Numerous sword shadows materialized within the river of light, as if a Grand Sword Immortal were performing a dance of swords.
The sword's will subtly targeted Yuan Le's heart—a critical point for an alien beast archdemon, unlike the human cultivators whose vital points differed.
"Heh!" Yuan Le scoffed, unconcerned. With a toothy grin, he declared, "Lin Daoke, my heart fears not your sword."
Against Yuan Le's massive frame, the broad and robust River of Swords seemed but a slender silver thread as it struck towards his chest—hardly noteworthy.
Yuan Le's chest hair bristled with streaks of blood-colored lightning, conjuring the Sunsilver rule, accompanied by the essence of solidity and the cold hardness of Bloodline Revelations.
His chest crystallized in an instant, forming an armor as tough as red crystal, radiating a power that seemed unshakeable.
Clang!
Sparks scattered from Yuan Le's chest as a magnetic field of blood-colored lightning eroded Lin Daoke's sword light, grinding away the intricate swordsmanship it contained.
Yuan Le had not even moved to defend himself; he simply absorbed Lin Daoke's strike with his chest, which remained uncracked.
"What a Yuan Le!" the onlookers exclaimed.
"Is this the might of the Lord of Ruin?"
With the white canopy torn asunder, the Sword Cave—bearing the mighty from the Everlands—drifted higher into the void, now situated where the original Abyssal Gate once stood, at the junction between the Origin Realm and the Abyss.
The cultivators from the Sword Sect atop the Sword Cave watched in astonishment as Lin Daoke's sword struck Yuan Le. Lin Daoke, renowned as the mightiest warrior among humans in the Everlands, was on the brink of defeat with a single sword thrust.
In the endless flow of time, even the mightiest among the Otherkin could be obliterated by a single stroke of Lin Daoke's sword. Yet, that very sword light failed to penetrate the chest of the blood ape, leaving not even the slightest fissure.
The fierce and unyielding nature of Yuan Le deeply intimidated the onlookers.
"Yu Yuan!"
On this continent, where the Light Spirit lay hidden, Yuan Le, who had spawned numerous Blood Slaughterhouses and withstood a blow from Lin Daoke, suddenly let out a cry of alarm. He realized that the Blood Slaughterhouses, born from his life power, had not fallen upon the expected lands. Instead, they had been destroyed by Yu Yuan.
As the life force that belonged to Yuan Le attempted to erode Yu Yuan's body, it failed to transform Yu Yuan into a Blood Clone. Yuan Le felt an ominous sensation, as if his understanding of the Way of Heaven was being scrutinized and dissected by another.
Yuan Le's gaze grew distant as he recalled how Yu Yuan had absorbed the life dew he had intended for Cardo. It was not Yu Yuan's Solar Spirit that had refined and absorbed the life dew, but Yu Yuan's physical form.
This puzzled Yuan Le, who could not fathom how Yu Yuan's seemingly frail body could refine and absorb a portion of the life dew. At that time, Yu Yuan's dominant soul had not yet awakened, and he was far from being a primordial spirit master.
Yet Yu Yuan defied all logic, transforming the life dew into his own strength in an extraordinary manner. Now, as more life essence, akin to the life dew, emerged from the destruction of the Blood Slaughterhouses, it was not only absorbed by Yu Yuan but also unraveled the mysteries of the Bloodline Revelation.
A shiver ran down Yuan Le's spine.
