12dz Chapter 185 The Upgrading of the Four Swords of Zhuxian
Chapter 185 The Upgrading of the Four Swords of Zhuxian
Chapter 185 The Advancement of the Four Swords of Zhuxian
Such a large-scale, brutal, and destructive war that drained the very essence of the world.
The resentment, malevolent energy, death energy, blood energy, and the most fundamental sense of annihilation that it generated were so intense that they could not be measured by any known standard of measurement!
These extremely negative, filthy energies, representing end and destruction, were drawn together by an invisible yet powerful force, and did not completely dissipate into the world or sink into the netherworld.
Instead, they transformed into streams of gray, black, and blood-red energy that were clearly visible to the naked eye, as if summoned by the supreme laws, crossing the boundaries of endless space.
Ignoring the barriers of supernatural powers on the battlefield, they continuously and eagerly converged towards the deep, dark abyss in the west, a place that seemed capable of swallowing all light!
The deepest part of the Demon Abyss.
It has long transcended the concepts of matter and space; it is a realm of pure "nothingness" and "darkness."
Rahu sat atop the skeletal throne, forged from the remains of countless gods, demons, and primordial beings, along with their resentful souls. Demonic flames writhed and roared around him as if they were alive.
Before him floated an ancient mirror, the Mirror of Ten Thousand Demons, which clearly reflected the brutal battlefield in the East that swept across the world. Every detail, every drop of divine blood, and every desperate wail was vividly displayed.
What excited him even more was the unimaginable amount of negative energy that surged into the abyss of evil like a cosmic torrent, transcending time and space!
"Hahaha! Kill! Kill! Fight to your heart's content! Use your pride, your bloodline, your so-called tribal glory, everything you have!"
Burn, destroy! With your thickest blood and most tormented souls, pave the way to my supreme demonic path, the path straight to the Great Dao!
Luo let out a wild, unrestrained laugh, which was filled with absolute coldness and ferocity. The laughter echoed in the abyss, stirring up even deeper darkness.
His hands moved rapidly, forming countless mysterious and strange demonic seals that triggered the opposite of the Great Dao.
The raging demonic flames surrounding him resonated with the entire Demon Abyss, transforming into a colossal, formless, and intangible vortex that was undeniably real.
It frantically drew in, purified, and refined the massive amount of resentment and malevolent energy, directing it directly to the core and most forbidden place of the Demon Abyss—where the Four Swords of Zhuxian were quietly suspended above an altar formed from the bones of countless fallen powerhouses and the purest essence of resentful souls!
The Immortal Slaughtering Sword greedily absorbed the endless killing intent on the battlefield. With each unit absorbed, the blood-red light on the sword became more eerie.
The crimson color seemed to come alive, flowing and breathing on the surface of the sword, radiating a pure killing intent that would shatter the soul of even a Great Luo Golden Immortal with a single glance.
The Immortal-Trapping Sword breathed out the boundless resentment and negative emotions, its sword light becoming hazy and distorted, as if transforming into countless tiny, ever-changing, illusory worlds.
Once enveloped by its light, one will be trapped in an endless cycle of painful memories and despair, which will devour all reason and hope.
The Immortal-Slaying Sword absorbs the purest despair and death energy, its blade displaying an absolute, end-of-all-worlds gray hue, radiating a chilling aura that can end everything, freeze time and space, and bring all laws back to silence.
As for the Zhuxian Sword, which is the core of the formation, it accepts all comers, like a gluttonous beast, taking in the purest and most primordial destructive energy that comes from the destruction of the primordial world itself.
The sword's power was increasing at a terrifying speed that would make even a Primordial Golden Immortal tremble!
On the sword, the runes that originated from chaos and represented the Dao of "destruction" and "annihilation" lit up one by one with unprecedented brightness, as if a ferocious beast that had been sleeping for countless years was slowly opening its indifferent eyes.
Four innate killing swords born from the chaos of war.
Under the tempering of this immense negative energy, far exceeding what they absorbed at the beginning of their birth, provided by the blood and souls of the Dragon, Phoenix, Qilin, and countless primordial creatures, it emitted an excited, clear yet chilling buzzing tremor!
The trembling sound pierced through the abyss of demons, even faintly matching the rhythm of slaughter on the distant battlefield.
The Dao runes on the sword grew brighter and brighter, eventually merging into one, radiating a terrifying killing intent that made even a peak-level Hunyuan Golden Immortal tremble, as if they were about to be completely torn apart and reduced to nothingness in the next second!
The power of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, the number one killing formation in the primordial world, is steadily and firmly advancing towards the supreme realm that is said to be "unbreakable without the combined power of the four saints" in ancient legends, with an unstoppable momentum!
Luo closed his eyes, feeling the almost essential transformation and improvement of the Zhuxian Western Sword, feeling the destructive laws that perfectly matched and blended with his own demonic path, his eyes filled with madness and almost absolute anticipation.
The great war between the three races, a cataclysmic event that swept across the primordial world, was merely the first step in his grand scheme, the first harvest of crops.
What he wanted was for this slaughter and destruction to sweep across every corner of the primordial world, to drag all the innate gods and demons, all races, and all living beings into this vortex of destruction.
Ultimately, the endless malevolent energy, which gathered the resentment and destruction of the entire era, was used as a sacrifice to refine the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation.
He will shatter the existing order of Heaven, reshape the earth, water, fire, and wind, and establish a supreme demonic era belonging to him, where only demons reign supreme, upon the ruins of the old world!
In the primordial world, a bloody storm arose as the three races of dragon, phoenix, and qilin wagered everything in a desperate battle.
In the midst of the ruthless and cunning schemes of the Demon Ancestor Rona, who regards all things as mere straw dogs, they are irreversibly sliding step by step towards the abyss of utter collapse and the annihilation of all spirits.
Just as the three clans of dragon, phoenix, and qilin were fighting fiercely east of Buzhou Mountain, causing the heavens and earth to lose their color and the mountains and rivers to be stained with blood, and endless resentment and evil energy to surge into the Western Demon Abyss like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea, it was impossible for those transcendent Golden Immortals in various parts of the prehistoric world to be completely unaware of this great change that affected the entire world and shook the very origin of the world.
Longevity Hill, Wuzhuang Temple.
Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun stood side by side at the highest point of the temple. The light seemed to penetrate through layers of space and the dense, impenetrable aura of calamity, landing on the distant eastern battlefield.
Even with the Earth Book Formation separating them, the overwhelming resentment, the deafening sounds of battle, and the constant wailing from the spiritual veins of heaven and earth still swept over them like a cold tide, making them uneasy.
"Alas—it has come to this in the end." Hongyun's usual playful demeanor vanished, replaced by a heavy and resentful expression. "Such bloodshed, such resentment, is tantamount to destroying the very foundation of the primordial world! Dragons, phoenixes, qilin—why has it come to this!"
Zhen Yuanzi's expression was calm, but his deep eyes shone with a wise light that seemed to understand cause and effect. He knew more clearly than Hongyun, and even more clearly than other powerful beings, about the course and outcome of this great calamity.
"The fates of our clans are intertwined, the cycle of cause and effect in the heavens is inescapable, and a demon is secretly stirring things up. This calamity is unavoidable."
Zhen Yuanzi spoke slowly, his voice carrying a sense of historical vicissitude, "The tripartite balance of power among the three races has been broken. This great war that sweeps across the primordial world is the climax of the Dragon-Han Calamity."
After this battle, regardless of victory or defeat, the glory of the three races will become a thing of the past, and the格局 (geju, a concept encompassing the overall structure and overall situation) of the primordial world will be completely rewritten.
He raised his head slightly, looking towards the west where the resentful and malevolent energy was gathering, and said with certainty: "And the mastermind behind the scenes, having absorbed such a massive amount of resentful and malevolent energy, must have already perfected his demonic arts and weapons."
The day he officially steps into the limelight and stirs up a storm is not far off.
He knew perfectly well that Rahu was about to appear in the world, and that this long-lasting calamity of the Dragon-Han era would come to an end in the final showdown between Rahu and Hongjun.
This is a disaster for the primordial world, but for some beings, it is an opportunity to prove their path and a challenge they must face.