books44 Chapter 2045
Chapter 2045
His human form was as insignificant as an ant in front of the giant monster, not to mention that the opponent had formed multiple battle formations, with their auras intertwined, making their power even greater.
But the next second, Chen Xuan's figure suddenly transformed - the power of the Crimson Brightness God surged out of his body like a tide, and condensed in the void into a white-haired god and demon that was two hundred feet tall!
The god and demon were enveloped in divine power resembling magma, and with each breath, the surrounding void slightly collapsed; six Northern Darkness Swords hovered beside the god and demon, their blades flowing with a cold, chilling light, as if they were about to freeze and crack the entire void.
“Swoosh—”
The Northern Darkness Sword suddenly transformed into six streams of light, like lightning tearing through the sky. Wherever the sword light passed, dark blue scales, scarlet blood, and broken bone wings flew everywhere. Nearly a hundred strange creatures were cut in half before they could even scream, their corpses turning into wisps of black smoke and dissipating in the void.
Those seemingly terrifying alien battle formations were as fragile as paper under the sharp blades, easily shattered with a single strike, revealing the panicked creatures within.
Chen Xuan controlled the white-haired demon god phantom, traversing back and forth in the vast void at such a speed that only a golden afterimage remained.
The six Northern Darkness Divine Swords were like weapons of mass destruction, leaving behind a thick pool of divine and demonic blood wherever their blades swept across, even staining the void a dark crimson.
"How...how is this possible! These extraterrestrial beings are clearly also at the Void Reversal Realm, how could they so easily sweep us away!" Among the remaining strange creatures, a monster with bull horns cried out in alarm, its voice filled with fear.
In just a few breaths, the offensive and defensive positions had shifted. Facing Chen Xuan alone, these strange descendant creatures lost their previous arrogance and showed fear. They huddled together, using their bone armor and tentacles to form a more powerful defensive array, attempting to stop Chen Xuan's slaughter.
However, Chen Xuan suddenly stopped his charge.
He stood in the center of the void, the white-haired demonic phantom slowly receding, his six hands each gripping the dripping Beiming Sword, his gaze indifferently sweeping over the strange creatures in the formation, his voice remaining calm and undisturbed:
"I'll ask you one more time—where was that woman who could cast the white lotus spell when we faced that powerful being from your strange race, who was skilled in using strange poisons, countless ages ago?"
When his first inquiry went unanswered, he displayed his strength; now that he had killed his opponents into fear, this question finally made the leader of the strange tribe unable to sit still.
A being with a form remarkably similar to the Eight-Armed Demon God emerged from the formation, its body shimmering with dark light. Its voice carried a hint of arrogance: "Over six hundred thousand years ago, you must have been referring to the Linghua Immortal, right? She was long ago slain by my ancestors!"
"Yes! Back then, she single-handedly blocked our army, causing our army to collapse. Our seven ancestors were furious and killed her countless years ago!" another being said smugly.
Upon hearing this, Chen Xuan's brows furrowed sharply.
So many years have passed, and although he had long since prepared for the worst, he still harbored a sliver of hope that Immortal Venerable Linghua was still alive.
Upon receiving the confirmation, my heart sank – if she were still alive, my chances of finding the Pure Lotus would have been greatly increased.
"So, the news of the Pure World White Lotus has been cut off?" The six Beiming Swords in Chen Xuan's hands hummed instantly, their blades emitting sharp sword light, and the void trembled slightly as the sword's power cut through it.
His voice turned cold, carrying a chilling edge: "Since that's the case, there's no use keeping you alive, so just die!"
"kill!"
Chen Xuan no longer held back, and in one stride, he appeared directly in front of the combined array of strange creatures. The array, woven from bone armor and tentacles, was full of flaws in his eyes—nothing more than a bizarre and ferocious defensive tactic.
Six swords were unleashed simultaneously, striking the six key points of the formation. With a crisp "crack," the seemingly sturdy formation shattered like a bubble, its bone armor crumbled, tentacles broke off, and the strange creatures within were exposed to Chen Xuan's sword.
What followed was a one-sided massacre. Chen Xuan's figure weaved through the creatures, each swing of the Beiming Sword taking dozens of lives. The army of strange creatures retreated steadily, and some leaders began to frantically conjure dark talismans, clearly summoning stronger beings.
Chen Xuan did not stop him—what he wanted was for the other party to summon high-level officials.
"presumptuous!"
"Human cultivators, how dare you commit atrocities in my lair!"
"Everyone, let's join forces and suppress him!"
Three angry shouts rang out simultaneously, and seven suffocating pressures suddenly descended, like seven invisible mountains pressing down on everyone's hearts.
Dark currents of energy gathered from all directions in the void, coalescing into seven blurry figures: four of them resembled the strange creatures from before, while the other three were tall and upright humanoids, but they were surrounded by the same dark light as the strange creatures, and their eyes lacked any human warmth.
Chen Xuan stopped and looked up at the seven people, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes—he hadn't expected that three of the leaders of this nebula would be in human form.
After a moment, Chen Xuan seemed to have figured something out. He locked his gaze on the three people and whispered in a cold voice, "So, you are the descendants of the human race who have submitted to the strange creatures?"
The three people being stared at by Chen Xuan remained expressionless, their faces unchanged, their eyes filled with indifference, as if the word "submission" was just a trivial matter.
"Hahaha! A wise man submits to circumstances!" Among the seven, a strange creature with a snake's tail laughed loudly, its voice carrying a seductive undertone.
"They have long been a part of my Eternal Clan, and after countless years, they will become one of our ancestors! Young human, your combat power is astonishing and your potential is enormous. If you are willing to bow down and submit, I will surely ensure that you are made an ancestor and worshipped and revered by billions of living beings!"
“That’s right! If you submit, our clan’s ancestor will definitely give you a noble status commensurate with your strength, far exceeding your status among humans!” Another creature echoed, its eyes fixed on Chen Xuan, trying to lure him with benefits.
As they spoke, the two secretly activated the Soul-Seizing Demonic Sound—an invisible sound wave spread through the void, attempting to invade Chen Xuan's soul and shake his will.
Although they possessed strength comparable to true immortals, their spiritual power was far inferior to Chen Xuan's. Their rudimentary spiritual techniques were even less effective than Qiu Zixian's three paths of demonic cultivation, and they couldn't even break through the divine power barrier around Chen Xuan.
Chen Xuan swept his gaze across the two men with a cold laugh, his voice filled with undisguised sarcasm: "Save your crude methods of bewitching. In my eyes, you alien races are nothing but a bunch of ants. You dare to try and induce me to submit?"
The trick in the shadows was exposed on the spot, and the atmosphere in the void instantly froze. The seven mysterious ancestors looked at each other, dark divine power flowing quietly around them, clearly exchanging strategies through telepathy.
"What? Seeing that you can't bewitch me, you're going to join forces and attack me?" Chen Xuan's lips curled into a faint smile, and his golden divine power surged once more, the Northern Darkness Sword emitting a series of resounding hums.
“I have come here today only to find clues about the Pure White Lotus. If you do not know this, then there is no need for any living beings on this nebula to exist.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the lightning around him suddenly intensified, even dispelling some of the surrounding dark mist. A resolute killing intent slowly spread through the void.