Chapter 1313: The Green Ox Returns!
Chapter 1313: The Green Ox Returns!
This spectacle shook the entire Wanggu, causing terror to surge in the hearts of all its inhabitants.
The Empress tasted bitterness, the crowd in Great Moon City fell silent, Fenghai County plunged into deathly stillness, and despair spread through the souls of Wanggu's myriad races.
Even Zhou Zhengli and his companions strained to raise their personal constitutions, resisting the overwhelming pressure.
Yet their expressions held not reverence, but a cold, murderous intent.
All eyes remained fixed on the blood-red sky, where the ancient immortal had fully descended!
It was an elderly man!
His sparse white hair barely covered the pale scalp beneath, and his Daoist robe, worn thin by countless years, had lost all trace of its original color.
His face resembled weathered tree bark, repeatedly crumpled by time and dried by the sun.
From his body emanated a putrid, poisonous aura, as if he'd crawled from a fissure in the underworld itself.
Yet from this figure radiated an utterly terrifying presence, transcending all living beings. It swept across the heavens, engulfing the entire realm of Wanggu!
As he passed, all living beings had to bow their heads, all races had to lower their gazes. Even the gods chose not to look directly at him.
For this was power that transcended the Quasi-Immortal and God Altar realms.
This was the might of a Summer Immortal and True God.
And not just any ordinary Summer Immortal, but one at the pinnacle of that realm, just half a step away from ascending to an even higher level!
One could even say this was...
"A half-step Immortal Lord!"
Xing Huanzi's eyes gleamed as he identified the ancient immortal's realm.
Mid-air, as the masses trembled in despair, the ancient immortal's withered head slowly turned. His murky eyes swept across Zhou Zhengli and the others below.
He hadn't originally intended to descend personally, but the events in Wanggu had left him no choice.
His voice rasped through the air:
"I wait here for your master."
His gaze carried tangible force, and his voice resonated with terrifying power.
Zhou Zhengli and the others trembled violently, blood seeping from their mouths as they clearly sensed the terror emanating from this Summer Immortal.
The ancient immortal turned away from Zhou Zhengli and his group, his gaze now fixed on... the Southern Phoenix Continent.
For a moment, a ripple of emotion stirred in those murky eyes.
"Disciple, your master has come! Why have you not yet paid homage?!"
The voice carried a peculiar yet domineering resonance, echoing throughout Wanggu's entire realm and becoming part of its fundamental laws.
It unleashed a tempest, a deafening roar.
The sound detonated across the Southern Phoenix Continent!
Within the Southern Phoenix Continent's Seven Blood Pupils, the Seventh Master's figure blurred.
He vanished from his secluded cultivation cave.
When he reappeared, he had traversed the void, spanning multiple great domains, materializing in mid-air above the Human Race's imperial capital.
His emergence shattered the surrounding space.
Endless radiance erupted from the Seventh Master's body, its waves rippling outward as if stirring the very destiny of Wanggu, causing its fortune to surge.
Behind him materialized his multiple incarnations from past lives, each returning one by one, amplifying his overwhelming aura.
Among these numerous past selves was one wearing an ancient imperial robe, exuding a primeval majesty.
That was... the first emperor of the Wanggu Continent!
And also the true identity of the Seventh Master!
Now, as his past lives returned, an aura surpassing that of a Quasi-Immortal erupted from the Seventh Master's body.
It was the might of a Summer Immortal!
And it brimmed with battle intent!
However, even among Summer Immortals, there existed differences.
Though the Seventh Master radiated dazzling light and exuded an unstoppable fighting spirit, before the ancient immortal's ocean-like, terrifying aura, he appeared like a small boat that could be swallowed by the raging waves at any moment.
Most importantly, within the Seventh Master's aura, there lingered a hint of decay that could not be suppressed.
Nevertheless, the Seventh Master's gaze remained firm. He stared at the ancient immortal and shook his head.
"You... are not my master."
As he spoke, his right hand rose, and a long spear materialized from thin air. He gripped it, its tip pointing...
His battle intent erupted violently.
His eyes contained a deathly resolve, clearly indicating he would spare no effort to engage in a life-and-death struggle with this ancient immortal.
The fight was about to begin!
Suddenly, from the vortex where Xing Huanzi and others had descended earlier, a deafening roar shook the heavens.
A terrifying aura tore through the void, descending upon the world.
The ancient immortal's head snapped upward, gazing at the swirling vortex in the sky.
The Seventh Master's eyes glinted with peculiar light.
Zhou Zhengli smiled, ignoring the ancient immortal. He stepped forward, facing the celestial vortex, and suddenly bowed deeply!
He proclaimed in a booming voice:
"Hail to the Lord!"
Xie Lingzi, Li Mengtu, and the others sensed the disturbance as well. Their expressions turned solemn as they all bowed toward the sky.
Even Xing Huanzi followed suit.
As the crowd's hearts raced and their eyes instinctively turned toward the vortex...
A primordial aura, as if traversing the endless river of time itself, surged forth like a cataclysmic tsunami. It brutally shattered layer after layer of the ancient void's barriers, materializing within the swirling vortex above!
There stood a blurred figure, its body encased in a swirling mass of tangible chaos, churning violently in all directions.
Within the vortex, a world-shaking Daoic resonance reverberated.
The roars of primeval beasts, the thunderous echoes from the dawn of creation, and the mournful sighs marking the transition of epochs all intertwined to form a terrifying symphony capable of shattering souls.
Wherever the swirling qi and Daoic resonance passed, space tore like fragile parchment, crumbling into fragments of void darkness.
More horrifying still, as the indistinct figure emerged from the vortex, each step it took seemed to destroy countless stars. Fragments of celestial light scattered like a brilliant meteor shower across the shattered void.
The awe it inspired in Wanggu transcended even the eleven great emperors and surpassed the ancient immortals, reaching an unparalleled peak of supreme majesty!
Among the creatures of Wanggu, even those seasoned elders who had weathered countless storms now found their legs trembling. They collapsed to the ground, their eyes brimming with fear under this overwhelming pressure.
It felt as if the very soul was about to be torn from their bodies by the overwhelming aura of that indistinct figure.
Even the gods who normally commanded the winds and rains, ruling over their own realms, now found themselves drenched in cold sweat. Beads of perspiration rolled down their divine forms as their godly bodies trembled uncontrollably. Their divine energy surged erratically, their radiance flickering so rapidly it seemed ready to extinguish at any moment.
Their faces had paled to the color of paper, the solemnity of the moment permeated with a profound sense of helplessness. Their primal instincts screamed that this entity emerging from the celestial vortex represented an absolute power beyond their capacity to oppose.
As the world seemed to teeter on the brink of destruction, with all present suffocating under the crushing pressure, Seventh Master fell into a trance and the ancient immortals stood frozen in grave contemplation.
Suddenly, a streak of light emerged from the swirling mass of hair surrounding the approaching figure, materializing before the rest of the entity could fully manifest.
It was Er Niu!
With an air of supreme confidence, he proclaimed in a booming voice:
"The Green Ox Duo returns to Wanggu today!"
"Greetings, everyone!"
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