C2210 Two More Layers!
Above the abyss, beneath the darkness, the nine layers of resplendent barriers pulsed with a vast power, as though they were making a request of the heavens and earth.
Divine symbols, dazzling to behold, manifested within each layer of the barrier, as if the eight origin spirits had been resurrected and were collaboratively operating the seal.
Crack! Crack!
One-third of the sixty-four landmasses, which had sunk along with the Creation Continent and clung to a layer of the barrier, silently fractured.
These broken lands, rich in lightning and Frost Energy, were impressively potent!
As the lands crumbled, they fell into the barrier below, where the secrets of the eight origin spirits—gold, wood, water, fire, earth, sun, moon, stars—stripped them of their residual power.
The torrential lightning dispersed like ripples in a pond, while the Frost Energy transformed into vast icebergs and spires, piling up within the barrier.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The energy-depleted fragments of land passed through all nine layers of the barrier, emerging in the true abyss.
Devoid of power, these land fragments resembled the broken remnants of worlds, stars, and celestial bodies scattered throughout the actual abyss—like discarded refuse, continuing to keep company with the desolate wasteland of the abandoned abyss.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Two fresh barriers materialized above the abyss, swiftly infused with the ten mystical laws of the origin spirits: gold, wood, water, fire, earth, sun, moon, stars, lightning, and ice.
Below, the desiccated yellow leaves of the Tree of Life rustled, and lightning crackled. The cries of the Thunder Source Spirit became muffled thunder, audible only to Qi Yunhong and the Tree of Life.
"The Law of Thunder that is my birthright!"
"The mysteries of thunder I've gathered and pondered over countless years from across the world!"
"They are imbued with my power!"
The Thunder Source Spirit wailed.
In a corner of the eleventh layer of the barrier, the Sword Sect Lord, Lin Daoke, was cutting down a silver star when he suddenly witnessed a Gold Mountain burst asunder, transforming into millions of golden sword rays that hurtled towards him.
Millions of razor-sharp ice shards, intermingled with lightning, surged forth with the golden sword rays, closing in on him in an instant.
It was exceedingly swift!
Lin Daoke's brow furrowed as the Primordial Spirit Sword, nurtured deep within his forehead, was compelled to emerge, shattering the omnipresent source spirit symbols. He exclaimed, "Two additional layers of sealing have been added!"
Beilstein groaned, his thoughts disjointed as if a mysterious presence had descended into the sealing barrier encircling them. This newcomer wielded the power to govern all the natural laws within the confines of the seal.
Suddenly, Beilstein realized the seal had an owner—someone was manipulating its workings, aiming to fulfill a nefarious purpose. "Two more layers?" he pondered aloud, following Lin Daoke's cautionary note. With heightened alertness, he unleashed his Devil Soul's perception and, indeed, the nine-layered seal had imperceptibly expanded to eleven.
Strikingly, a third of the land that had plummeted from the heavens had vanished. Beilstein's Demonic Pupil radiated with divine brilliance, his enigmatic soul consciousness as if rewinding time, revealing hidden vistas within the barrier. He witnessed the fragmented continents transformed into colossal meteors plummeting into the true abyss.
The energy concealed within the lands had been thoroughly siphoned by the eleven-layered seal, leaving not a trace behind. "Yu Yuan's true form left behind a fragment of the Frost Energy and Lightning Dao Law he had cultivated. The energies from the shattered lands, once integrated into the seal, resulted in the emergence of two additional layers," Beilstein deduced, rubbing his temples. "Escaping from this will prove even more challenging."
"Where's Yu Yuan?" inquired Lin Daoke.
Beilstein remained silent, his soul consciousness continuing its retrospective journey. After a moment, he revealed, "He has gone to the Desolate Realm." The revelation left both Beilstein and Lin Daoke with expressions of astonishment. Beilstein wouldn't have believed it had he not personally witnessed Yu Yuan entering the Dao Elephant at Creation Peak.
At Creation Peak, Mother Earth, her expression grave, observed the two new layers enveloping the Creation Pool, sensing the freshly infused laws of ice and lightning intertwining with the existing nine. "His power has infiltrated. You must resolve this swiftly," she urged, her voice emanating from the deep crimson rock walls of the mountain's belly.
Within the cavern, Yu Yuan's Yang God had vanished without a trace. The primordial blood of this realm had morphed into the Tree of Life, its earliest form, with roots, trunk, and leaves all enshrouded in a dark red blood membrane.
The entire tree seemed to be a living entity, yet it was entirely shrouded by a blood cocoon.
Within this vibrant tree, Mother Earth began to lose touch with the consciousness of the Origin Blood. Through the blood membrane, she could barely make out the blood-colored lightning coursing through the branches of the Tree of Life, consuming the tiny sparks of blood that twinkled like stars, intent on utterly eradicating the Origin Blood.
Clearly, Yu Yuan had discovered a method to refine the Origin Blood and was on the brink of success.
"I wonder how Yuen Bu is faring."
Mother Earth covertly wielded her divine powers, causing Creation Peak to glide through the void with the lightness of a feather, traversing millions of miles of the galaxy in a mere moment.
She arrived at the Creation Pool and beheld the Phoenix Shrine, nestled amidst a dense sea of purple demonic energy and encircled by the Grim River.
A nascent purple phoenix, exuding the aura of a deity in command of the souls of all beings within the Desolate Realm, radiated a mysterious and ancient soulful presence that even Mother Earth found astonishing.
The soulful essence of the purple phoenix, imbued with the essence of the Origin Soul and the Origin Soul, seemed to weave silently through the Desolate Realm, forming the foundational soul structure.
A colossal blood-colored shadow of a beast soul roared furiously, soundlessly emerging from the depths of the sea, only to be swallowed by the Phoenix Shrine.
Whoosh!
At that moment, the massive Beast Temple also emerged from the purple depths, as if it had always been submerged.
Creak!
The Beast Temple's doors flung open, releasing dozens of Beast Gods who had once been loyal to Yuen Bu. Creatures like the black goat, bone snake, smilodon, Qilin, Celestial Star Beast God, and Blood Stripe Beast God stepped out one by one.
Above the churning purple sea, the Beast Gods watched intently.
The White Divine Tiger, the golden deer, the iron-wing bird, and other Beast Gods faithful to Zhiya also made their appearance.
All the Beast Gods gazed deeply at the turbulent purple sea of demonic energy.
They couldn't actually see anything but could feel the heart-pounding pulsations of the energy.
Yet, at Zhiya's command, they had all emerged from the Beast Temple and were now compelled to keep their watch over the ominous purple sea.
Time passed, unmeasured and unnoticed.
The tumultuous purple depths of the sea quieted, its inky waters obscuring all. The potent blood of the Beast Gods was powerless to pierce the veil.
They remained blind to their surroundings.
As impatience began to gnaw at some of the Beast Gods, compelling them to confront Zhiya for answers, a colossal skeleton emerged slowly from the now tranquil sea of demonic energy.
The skeleton was stark white, devoid of flesh, veins, and internal organs.
It was the skeletal remains of a towering ape.
The Beast Gods fell into a reverent silence, their expressions frozen in shock as they beheld the remains.
The King of Desolate Realm, who had reigned supreme for countless years and led the alien beast races to their zenith, had perished in this purple expanse, his flesh consumed to the last.
Yuen Bu, reduced to this immense skeleton, what message did he intend for the Beast Gods?
Was it to declare that henceforth, Zhiya would be the new King of Desolate Realm?
"Hall Master, we must not forget... the one within Creation Peak."
The golden giant deer, a loyal follower of the Demon Phoenix and a member of the Demon Palace in the Desolate Realm, spoke softly, having earned Zhiya's favor.
At the mention, the Beast Gods turned their gaze to Creation Peak, which loomed not far off.
Mother Earth's expression grew icy.
The Light Star, hovering above her, retreated fearfully behind the Creation Pool, as if dreading Zhiya's attention.
"The Origin Blood within Creation Peak is nearing its end. There's no need for concern."
Zhiya, the Demon Phoenix, spoke with detached calm.
The revelation sent a wave of shock through the Beast Gods of the Desolate Realm, leaving them more bewildered and directionless than before. What would become of them now?
The Origin Blood of Creation Peak was not merely Yuen Bu; it was the lifeblood of the entire Desolate Realm, the divine spirit capable of anointing the King of Desolate Realm!
If it were to perish, what future, what hope could remain for the Desolate Realm?
"I shall ascend to his place with flawless grace."
Zhiya proclaimed once more.
