UGB Article 1770: Do not contend; go with the flow.
Article 1770: Do not contend; go with the flow.
—【Spacewalking】!
With this mysterious and divine power protecting you...
Cheng Buzheng's three-foot-wide body seemed to form its own world.
A layer of shimmering light, barely perceptible to the naked eye, flowed like ripples on water.
It can gently disperse all the rampaging fragments of space and destructive energy.
Not to mention traveling for a short time, even wandering in this kind of desolate place for a long time would not be difficult for him.
That's why...
At this moment, Cheng Buzheng's biggest concern was not his own safety.
Instead, it was the seemingly ordinary storage bag tightly tied around his waist that contained all the gains he had made from his life-and-death experience!
This bag was crafted from the belly skin of a thousand-year-old "Void Beast" and infused with "Star Sand," making it virtually impervious to ordinary attacks. However, under the frenzied crushing force of this spatial power capable of annihilating everything...
The slightest mistake will lead to ruin.
Between the lightning and flint,
He didn't even have time to think; his protective divine light instinctively activated at full power.
One of his hands shimmered with a jade-like light as it pressed firmly against the storage bag, protecting it tightly to his chest.
At that very moment,
The streak of light he transformed into was like a small boat in a giant wave, completely swallowed up by the even more violent spatial torrent, which seemed to have accumulated power for a long time!
The surrounding scenery instantly blurred and distorted, leaving only an endless turbulent current interwoven with chaos and destruction.
Its figure vanished completely into the bizarre and fantastical depths of the abyss.
…………
however,
Within this seemingly all-consuming order and chaos, a faint, illusory, and distorted dreamlike light stubbornly shone forth.
A figure could be vaguely seen, rising and falling with the turbulent spatial currents.
If it's not Cheng Buzheng, then who is it!
He quickly regained his balance, his eyes immediately glancing at his waist.
Although the storage bag's spiritual light had dimmed, it remained intact thanks to the combined protection of his own magical power and supernatural abilities.
The tension in my heart finally eased slightly.
A hint of relief replaced the previous solemnity.
"Fortunately, I saw the opportunity early and reacted in time."
Otherwise, we could really lose everything this time!
He muttered to himself, a hint of lingering fear in his voice.
After letting out a long sigh, Cheng Buzheng finally had time to carefully examine the wild and unparalleled world around him.
As far as the eye could see, fragments of shattered space shot out like meteors.
The colorful, destructive energy tides rise and fall like breaths, enacting the most primal creation and annihilation.
A thoughtful look appeared deep in his eyes.
"The void interlayer has never been very stable."
But this is the first time I've ever encountered such a massive and violent spatial turbulence.
Such spatial turbulence requires caution even for Nascent Soul cultivators.
One wrong move, and you could very well end up exhausting the very essence of the laws.
Obviously.
He was also aware that the void interlayer was not very stable and had a certain degree of danger.
This is precisely why many cultivators of the same level, although capable of initially stepping into the void interlayer, rarely use it as their regular path.
Because of the void interlayer, it is always vulnerable to spatial turbulence.
Once you encounter it, it's a situation with a nine-out-of-ten chance of death!
The chances are slim, but it's not impossible.
after all.
Not everyone has Cheng Buzheng's ability to survive in the face of spatial turbulence.
Although he understood this principle...
But if you count them up, including this time, this is only the third time he has encountered spatial turbulence.
Cheng Buzheng shook his head and smiled bitterly, his tone tinged with self-deprecation and helplessness:
"Hey, such a slim probability, yet I just happened to stumble upon it at this critical juncture!"
I don't know whether to sigh about bad luck.
Or should we simply call it a coincidence or a matter of chance?
The distracting thought vanished in an instant.
He composed himself, sensing the involuntary flow of energy, and surveyed the illusory and distorted turbulent spatial currents before him...
Frowning slightly:
Where will this turbulent current carry me?
Could it be that my luck is so bad that I've been sent back to that dangerous place, the True Dragon Sea, again?
Once the thought arose,
The vast magical power within him surged violently, attempting to stabilize his body and break free from the turbulent current.
however,
That terrifying power was enough to overturn mountains and dry up rivers in the outside world.
Thrown into this spatial torrent at this moment, it's like a clay ox entering the sea;
It only stirred up a few ripples.
It was then suppressed and smoothed over by an even greater force, leaving it unable to be shaken in the slightest!
"Ok?"
Cheng Buzheng's expression hardened, and his aura suddenly changed. A more profound and primal wave, as if it had triggered some kind of heaven and earth rule, began to spread.
in an instant,
The turbulent spatial currents around them seemed to be pressed down by an invisible hand, showing a momentary tendency to stagnate and calm down!
But just as the power was about to be unleashed, a glint flashed in Cheng Buzheng's eyes, as if he had thought of something.
next moment.
The terrifying wave that was about to erupt suddenly stopped.
Then, like a receding tide, it subsided and vanished without a trace.
"That's it!"
He spoke softly, as if trying to convince himself.
"To sacrifice the hard-earned essence of the laws in order to save a mere moment is truly penny-wise and pound-foolish, and not worth it at all."
Besides, I am not in a hurry to resolve this matter at the moment.
Judging from the current's turbulent flow, its violent phase shouldn't last too long.
Once their momentum subsides, it will be easy to escape.
Once the mind is made up,
He simply relaxed, stopped resisting, and let his body drift with the natural rhythm of the space.
At the same time, he cautiously extended his divine sense outwards, wary of any other potential risks.
They also keep an eye on the possible spacetime coordinates that may appear in the outside world.
…………
Almost at the same moment,
In the distant southwest inland...
Above a range of mountains that were once shrouded in auspicious clouds and imbued with spiritual energy,
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth was violently stirred up as if by an invisible giant hand, and without warning, it erupted with earth-shattering and violent fluctuations!
Its force was so great that it even pierced through layers of void barriers, dispelling the tremors filled with destruction and chaos.
The sound faintly reached extremely far places.
Following the source of that heart-pounding fluctuation...
A terrifying sight unfolded high in the sky!
A blinding, blood-red light and a deep, abyss-like, seemingly devouring darkness were locked in a primal and brutal battle, like two enraged ancient beasts!
Each clash and collision unleashed a thunderous roar powerful enough to shatter eardrums.
The terrifying aftershocks of the energy surged forth, transforming into a visible, ring-shaped impact, a mixture of blood and black.
With overwhelming force, it swept wildly in all directions!
Where the aftershocks passed, everything withered and died.
The majestic mountain peaks crumbled layer by layer like brittle, rotten wood.
Ancient trees and exotic plants that had grown for thousands of years were reduced to dust in an instant, leaving not a trace of ash.
The solid earth was cleaved by an invisible, immense force, leaving behind a network of deep, crisscrossing trenches, a scene of utter devastation centered around the battlefield.
It spread rapidly like a plague, creating an apocalyptic scene.
The fierce battle continued, and the streak of blood was clearly running out of steam.
The light flickered rapidly and erratically, foreshadowing its impending doom.
Suddenly,
After a straightforward, unpretentious clash,
Accompanied by an even more deafening roar and an explosion of blinding light,
The crimson light cluster disintegrated completely, as if struck by a star, revealing the figure within.
Then, like a burning meteor, it streaked across the sky, trailing a fierce energy tail.
It crashed down hard onto the main peak of the mountain range below!
"die!"
A hoarse, piercing scream, filled with unforgettable killing intent, burst forth from the dense, domineering magical light!
The demonic light suddenly subsided.
One of them was an old man, dressed in a blue robe, with a face as withered as a thousand-year-old corpse and eyes as gloomy as ten thousand years of ice.
His figure shifted from extreme stillness to extreme motion, so fast that it exceeded the limits of visual perception, as if he had teleported, and appeared directly above the point where the crimson light ball fell!
The strange longsword in his hand was wrapped in dense, almost liquid demonic energy, and its blade was covered with countless faces of pain and wailing.
"cut!"
A bolt of pitch-black lightning, tearing through the void and radiating endless deathly silence and icy cold, mercilessly slashed down at the falling figure below!
Wherever the blade flashed, the space itself rippled with subtle wrinkles and emitted a humming sound as if it were about to collapse under its own weight.
In a flash,
The blood-red light completely dissipated, revealing one of the middle-aged demonic cultivators: wearing a tattered robe, with a face as pale as paper and blood constantly spilling from the corner of his mouth.
He stared at the terrifying, rapidly enlarging blade light, a deadly force that seemed to be relentlessly pursuing him. His eyes flashed with extreme resentment and unwillingness.
Then it turned into a deathly silence of despair.
He saw through the other party's resolute determination to fight to the death with no room for compromise.
The body, already severely injured and exhausted, was no longer able to withstand the long-awaited, deadly blow that embodied the old man in the green robe's lifelong killing intent!
Furthermore, recalling how his opponent had ambushed him and gradually cornered him, his long-suppressed rage flared up...
It erupted with a roar, as if boiling oil had been poured on it.
It completely consumed his last shred of reason.
"Zhao! Old Devil!"
The middle-aged demonic cultivator used his last ounce of strength to let out a heart-wrenching roar, his pupils instantly becoming completely covered in a layer of crazed, violent crimson.
It looked as if blood was about to drip from it!
"You want to refine my Nascent Soul! And seize my cave dwelling and dojo!"
Paving a demonic path to heaven for your worthless, good-for-nothing descendants?!
it is good!it is good!it is good!
Today, I will give you all my cultivation and this cave dwelling!
I only hope you, you old scoundrel, are alive to come and get me!
The voice has not fallen,
Intense blood flames erupted from every pore of his body. These were not ordinary demonic fires, but forbidden fires that burned the very essence of life and the very foundation of one's soul!
The aura that had been extremely weak suddenly surged wildly at a destructive and illogical speed!
At this moment, he transformed into a blood-red sun suspended in the sky, dazzling and radiating an aura that made one's soul tremble!
The terrifying energy fluctuations caused the surrounding space to distort and crack!
"Let's embark on this journey together!"
burst--!"
The old man in the green robe, known as Old Demon Zhao, was terrified the moment the middle-aged demon cultivator's aura began to surge wildly!
The momentum of the charge was abruptly reversed, and the demonic blade had no time to fully strike before it rapidly retreated to defend.
At the same time, his withered hands slapped the storage bag at his waist with lightning speed.
For a moment, the treasure shone brightly.
A black bone shield engraved with a hideous demon head,
A pale white bell that kept shaking and emitting a disturbing, eerie sound.
A ghostly banner, rising with the wind, unleashes countless vengeful spirits...
Several protective magical treasures, which he usually cherished like his own life, flew out rapidly, instantly enlarging to their maximum size, layer upon layer, interwoven with light, to protect him.
His figure transformed into a blurry afterimage.
They retreated frantically in a direction far away from the "blood-red sun," disregarding everything else!
however,
It's all too late!
A Nascent Soul stage demonic cultivator's resolute self-destruction was so powerful that its speed far exceeded his reaction time!
boom----! ! !
A deafening roar, far surpassing all previous collisions and resembling a thunderclap from the heavens, resounded deep within the soul, sweeping across the entire world!
Endless crimson light, carrying the aura of destruction and annihilation, devoured the clouds in the sky.
It swallowed up the outline of the mountains below.
It devoured all color and sound!
The terrifying demonic blade that slashed down from mid-air was the first to be hit. Before it could even utter a mournful cry, it shattered and disintegrated into its most primitive fragments under the absolute power!
Following closely behind, Old Demon Zhao hastily deployed layers of defensive magic treasures,
The ghost-headed bone shield instantly cracked and then exploded.
The deathly white bell's demonic sound abruptly ceased, turning into dust.
The vengeful spirits within the Ghost Banner were annihilated before they could even utter a scream...
All the magical treasures, contained within the life's cultivation, soul, and entire life essence of a Nascent Soul demonic cultivator, were destroyed in this frenzied self-destruction.
Like thin ice under the scorching sun, it shattered, wailed, and vanished one after another!
"puff--!"
As if struck hard in the chest by an invisible giant hammer, Zhao Laomo's protective demonic light shattered like a bubble, and blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed out.
He plummeted from the sky like a kite with a broken string.
Despite the excruciating pain tearing through his internal organs and the feeling that his soul was about to disintegrate, he sensed that the self-destructive explosion had not completely annihilated him.
Instead, an uncontrollable surge of relief and twisted elation rose within him:
"You...you held on?!"
Haha... Heaven hasn't forsaken me!
Although we didn't obtain his nascent soul, we did gain access to the spiritual veins of his cave. Therefore, this adventure can be considered...
But before this greedy thought could fully form,
A deadly sense of panic, originating from the deepest part of his soul, ten or even a hundred times stronger than when he faced the self-destruction of a Nascent Soul, arose within him.
Like a cold, venomous snake, it suddenly seized his remaining mind!
He moved his eyes with difficulty, almost mechanically, looking down at the main peak of the mountain range that had been thoroughly cleansed by the core energy of the self-destruction—
The thousand-foot-tall spiritual peak had its internal structure completely destroyed by the explosion.
Deep underground lies a medium-sized spiritual vein, cultivated for many years by the middle-aged demonic cultivator, to which his life is inextricably linked...
With the array and its master no longer suppressing it, the balance was completely broken.
All of a sudden.
This spiritual vein instantly descended into an irreversible, chain-reaction-like, violent chaos!
Click!
Click, click!
Countless massive, spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the surface of the entire mountain.
A muffled, cracking sound, like the groan of the earth, emanated from within the mountain.
Streams of blinding, out-of-control spiritual energy from heaven and earth.
Like a volcano suppressed for millennia, it erupted wildly from those fissures...
Soaring straight to the heavens!
No...no...
"···"
...(End of this chapter)