novelsite Chapter 323 One punch pierced through the East China Sea, and I saved all the ancestors!
Chapter 323 One punch pierced through the East China Sea, and I saved all the ancestors!
The vague warning had not yet faded from my mind.
"Beep—Beep!!!"
A piercing, mournful buzzing sound, far sharper and more shrill than any previous alarm, shattered the deathly silence beneath the earth without warning.
This is not a warning.
This is the death knell as the countdown ends.
"The 'Cradle' cleanup process has been initiated... Dimensional collapse has begun... Estimated time: thirty breaths."
The cold, mechanical synthesized voice, like a final verdict, rang in everyone's ears.
The altar beneath their feet shook violently, and the ground inscribed with the Immortal Qin runes no longer glowed, but began to disintegrate from the inside, turning into handfuls of the most primitive white powder.
Above the dome, the hole punched through by Lu Sheng was expanding wildly, while the flooding seawater was being broken down and annihilated by an invisible force halfway through.
The entire underground space is being formatted at the level of rules!
"No!!"
Li Xiaoyao's eyes were bloodshot as he lunged madly at the ice wall that sealed away the powerful figures of past generations.
The corridor broke apart during the tremors, and ice coffins fell off the walls, crashing to the ground and shattering into pieces.
He saw that the ice coffin of the founder of the Zixiao Sword Sect was covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and his arrogant face appeared fragmented in the cracks.
"Grandmaster!!"
Li Xiaoyao frantically dug at the ancient ice with his fingernails, his fingertips becoming bloody and mangled, yet not even a white mark could be left.
Dao Yi's face was ashen as he watched as the remains of several ancient sages of Kunlun were about to fall into the pitch-black dimensional rift that appeared out of nowhere below as the ice wall collapsed, a rift from which even light could not escape.
That is true nothingness, eternal annihilation.
These once brilliant and outstanding figures who supported an era are now destined to have their remains vanished and completely erased from the world ten thousand years after their deaths.
How tragic! How unjust!
"Lu Sheng! Think of a way! I beg you!!" For the first time, Dao Yi put aside all his pride and roared at the figure standing in the center of the storm.
However, Lu Sheng simply stood there, motionless, seemingly sensing the new power within his body.
Twenty breaths.
The speed of spatial collapse suddenly accelerated, and a huge crack ran across the entire corridor, swallowing up half of the ice coffin.
Li Xiaoyao watched helplessly as his ancestor's ice coffin slid into the darkness, letting out a mournful wail like a cuckoo weeping blood.
"It's so noisy."
An extremely impatient voice drowned out all the roar and wails.
Lu Sheng turned around, his black and gold cross-shaped pupils showing no pity, only a kind of irritation at having his refined mood disturbed.
He moved swiftly, appearing behind Li Xiaoyao in an instant. Like picking up a chick, he grabbed the old man by the back of the neck with one hand and pulled him back from the ice wall.
"I've already eaten, so I should at least get some dessert."
Lu Sheng glanced at the falling ice coffins and the two faces of Dao Yi and Li Xiaoyao, which were twisted with despair. He grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth.
"Then... take it all with you."
Before he could finish speaking...
"hold head high--!!!"
A dragon's roar, originating from ancient times and mixed with the emperor's howl, exploded behind him.
The thousand-meter-tall [Desolate Heavenly Emperor] Dharma Image suddenly manifested in this space that was about to be destroyed!
This time, it's not about destruction.
Those six gray-white arms that blotted out the sky, with their five fingers spread out, were no longer clenched into fists, but transformed into the most sophisticated crowbars and the most tyrannical cranes in the world!
puff!puff!puff!
The six giant hands ignored the cracked rock layers and plunged directly into the foundation at the deepest part of the Hero's Tomb Corridor!
"Get up, you son of a bitch!!!"
With a furious roar, Lu Sheng's true form unleashed a blinding light from the black and gold imperial markings all over his body.
The Dharma form then exerts its power!
Squeak—!!
That was the mournful cry of an entire tectonic plate being forcibly torn apart!
Before Dao Yi and Li Xiaoyao's stunned eyes, the most complete ring-shaped ice wall, which sealed hundreds of core experts, along with the thousand-meter-thick strata below, was forcibly... peeled off from the ground by these six giant hands!
A massive "mountain" with a diameter of over three thousand meters, a mixture of ice crystals and rock layers, was held in the palm of the Dharma Image.
Ten breaths.
The light in the entire underground space was completely distorted, and enormous gravity came from all directions, threatening to tear this "mountain" and its Dharma form apart.
"The road isn't open yet."
Lu Sheng looked up at the dome that was blocked by the sea.
He released Li Xiaoyao, took a deep breath, and his chest bulged slightly.
Then, facing the endless rock formations and billions of tons of seawater above, he simply threw a punch.
There is no goal.
Because wherever his fist pointed, there was a smooth road.
boom------!!!
No sound.
Because the force of the punch has exceeded the speed at which sound travels.
All the onlookers saw was a pure, destructive torrent of power, starting from Lu Sheng's fist and rising straight upwards.
All matter blocking its path—rocks, mantle, seawater…—did not even qualify to be reduced to dust before this power, and were directly erased from the concept of existence!
A straight, absolute vacuum passage, 100 meters in diameter, instantly pierced through all obstacles from the ground to the sea surface!
Five breaths.
"Hold on tight."
Lu Sheng grabbed Luo Tianfei and Dao Yi, who were still in a daze, with one hand, and Li Xiaoyao with the other, lightly tapping his toes in the air.
boom!
He transformed into a streak of black and gold light and soared into the sky.
Behind them, the enormous statue holding up the "Hero's Tomb" followed closely.
They were like an intercontinental ballistic missile launched in reverse, defying the terrifying suction of dimensional collapse, soaring upwards along the passage blasted open by a punch!
……
East China Sea, waters near Dengxian Island.
The towering waves that had been stirred up by the strange events in the Dragon Palace had subsided at some point.
The sea was as calm as a black mirror.
Sudden.
"Gurgle... gurgle..."
Several huge bubbles rose from the center of the sea.
Followed by.
Boom!
A massive water column, over five thousand meters in diameter, burst forth from the seabed without warning, shooting ten thousand meters into the air!
At the top of that water column, a massive, sky-covering black shadow burst forth from the water!
It was a gray-white demon god that was a thousand meters tall.
With six arms reaching to the sky, He steadily held up a floating island made of ice crystals and rocks!
Sunlight streamed down.
The light shone on the iceberg, refracting into a seven-colored halo.
Through the crystal-clear ice, one can vaguely see indistinct human figures sealed within, exuding a desolate and majestic aura that transcends millennia.
This scene was like a myth descending upon us.
On Ascension Island, all the surviving disciples, including the newly recruited Kunlun cultivators, collapsed to the ground, bowing and worshipping the demon god.
On the shoulder of the demon god's image, Lu Sheng stood with his hands behind his back, the sea breeze blowing his black robe and his hair flying.
He looked at the heavy "trophy" in his palm, a satisfied expression on his face.
Just then, Dao Yi suddenly let out a cry of surprise.
"Look! Those...those remains of the ancient sages!"
Everyone looked over.
On the massive iceberg, the once lifeless corpses of heroic spirits, drained of their life force, underwent a strange transformation the moment they were freed from the suppression of the underground rules and bathed in sunlight once more.
Faint, almost invisible golden specks of light slowly emanated from the skulls of the corpses.
Those points of light are the lingering obsessions of their souls, imprinted deep within their very being, which even the "Sea God" could not erase!
Dao Yi's body flew uncontrollably toward one of the remains of a patriarch dressed in a Kunlun Taoist robe.
He reached out and touched the golden light with trembling hands.
hum-
A fragmented, chaotic piece of information, yet containing a shocking secret, instantly flooded his mind.
Dao Yi's body trembled violently, his face turned deathly pale, and his eyes were filled with unprecedented horror and utter disbelief.
He turned around abruptly, looked at Lu Sheng, and said in a hoarse voice, enunciating each word clearly:
"That's not ascension..."
"That was... fleeing!"
"Xian Qin's 'Ark Project' was to avoid an event that would sweep through all the heavens and myriad realms..."
"...Starry Sky Festival!"