Chapter 893
Unscrupulous
After landing, Su Wuce first bowed to Meng Tianzheng, saying, "Senior Meng."
Meng Tianzheng nodded.
Su Wuce then looked at Zhao Feng, "I have long admired the name of Lord Zhao. I hope you will take good care of me this time when I enter the secret realm."
Zhao Feng nodded slightly. "No problem."
As waves of powerful individuals arrived, the waiting area gradually became crowded.
Outside the thirty-three giant gates, the Immortal Alliance's battle flags fluttered continuously.
The chaotic airflow around the entrance grew increasingly rapid.
Some cultivators with weaker cultivation levels turned pale and could only rely on magical artifacts for protection.
Zhao Feng stood still, his body containing 840 million microparticles that operated on their own.
The chaotic energy was swallowed into the microscopic world as soon as it approached him within three zhang, turning into fragmented essence.
Zhao Feng's eyebrows twitched slightly.
The power of the Chaos Sea is more violent than that of the outside world.
But for him, it was nourishing.
Meng Tianzheng noticed the change in his aura and couldn't help but look over. "Are you absorbing chaotic energy?"
Zhao Feng smiled and said, "Just giving it a try."
Meng Tianzheng fell silent.
For ordinary cultivators of the Primordial Chaos realm, this thing requires half a day to refine once it enters their body, otherwise it will disrupt their magical power.
When it came to Zhao Feng, it seemed he could absorb it at will.
Xing Zhan, who was nearby, also noticed it and laughed, "Interesting."
On the other side of the Netherworld Daoist, the talisman lamp flickered slightly.
The jade pen in Su Wuce's hand stopped in mid-air, and the character "观" on the page cracked open on its own.
He looked down at it, his expression becoming more serious.
The area above the waiting area suddenly became quiet.
It's not that nobody is talking.
Instead, all sounds were suppressed by a layer of golden light.
Before the thirty-three giant gates, a precious pearl appeared first.
Within the precious pearl, countless auspicious rays intertwined, and within the light were the shadows of many worlds in rotation.
Immediately afterwards, a golden ship sailed out from the auspicious light.
The ship wasn't large, but it caused all the magical artifacts on the stone platforms to hum softly.
The ship's hull is engraved with symbols of immortality.
A woman was standing at the bow of the ship.
She wore a long gold and white dress, with a precious hairpin in her hair, and held a glass lamp in her hand.
The moment she appeared, the atmosphere in the waiting area tensed up.
"Miss Mi Bao!"
Someone suddenly spoke up.
Why is she here?
"One of Fang Han's wives, a descendant of Fenbaoyan, and a true core figure of the Eternal Life lineage."
“Xuan Lei just died, and Mi Bao has already arrived. This is going to be a good show.”
“Under normal circumstances, she would never need to enter a secret realm like the Chaos Sea.”
"It seems the Immortal Lineage is serious this time."
The cultivators from the world of immortality immediately rose and bowed to the golden ship.
Mi Bao did not respond to those people.
She stood at the bow of the ship, her gaze passing over the many stone platforms and landing on Zhao Feng.
Meng Tianzheng's face darkened.
He whispered to Zhao Feng, "This woman is no ordinary person. She is one of Fang Han's wives, and she is extremely skilled at handling treasures, never lacking in precious items. She's most likely here for you!"
Zhao Feng did not speak, but simply nodded slightly.
He could sense the aura emanating from Mi Bao.
Peak of the Seventh Heaven of Hongmeng.
Moreover, she possesses more than one treasure within her body.
That glass lamp was merely what was on the surface; her true trump card was the treasure hidden deep within the auspicious light surrounding her, its aura terrifyingly heavy, seemingly capable of influencing the very source of all treasures.
Just then.
The fog behind the thirty-three giant gates was churning.
One chain after another taut, the runes of the Immortal Alliance at the edge of the Chaos Sea began to crack.
Those runes were originally able to stabilize the turbulence.
But now, every time it lights up, large areas of the patterns explode open.
A muffled sound emanated from the depths of the chaotic sea, like countless shattered worlds colliding with each other.
A gray-white wave surged from the depths, its crest carrying fragments of broken mountains, shattered stars, ancient corpses, shards of weapons, and decaying palace beams.
A floating stone platform got too close and was swept by the edge of the wave.
The Immortal Alliance runes on the stone platform extinguished instantly, and the entire stone platform was swept into the turbulent current and torn to dust in the blink of an eye.
The cultivators above hurriedly fled, but one of them was a beat too slow and half of his body was grazed by the chaotic airflow.
He screamed and fell back to his companions. His waist and below were gone, and the magic power at the wounds was burning, preventing his flesh from healing.
The expressions of the people in the waiting area all changed.
Meng Tianzheng immediately shouted, "Everyone hold your ground! The entrance is about to open!"
All thirty-three giant gates trembled simultaneously.
The dilapidated palaces inside the gate appeared and disappeared, the blood-red ancient mountain churned in the chaotic waves, and the ancient bridge was half-exposed from the fog.
The bridge surface is incomplete, most of the railings on both sides are broken, and black water flows under the bridge.
Someone activated a magical artifact to spy, but the artifact had only flown a hundred feet when it was swallowed up by the black water, and even the artifact spirit's screams did not return.
Mi Bao put away the glass lamp, and the golden ship pressed forward.
The cultivators of the Immortal lineage immediately followed.
Xing Zhan laughed loudly, slung his bone axe over his shoulder, and was the first to leap off the ancient barbarian battle platform. "Hahaha, the secret realm has finally opened! Everyone, I'll be going first!"
Black patterns exploded beneath his feet, and he charged toward the giant gate.
The nine-horned azure dragon pulled the ancient chariot closely behind, and the man in the azure scale battle armor stood in front of the chariot, the dragon mark between his eyebrows lit up, forcefully smashing open a patch of chaotic energy.
The Netherworld Maiden's white bone divine boat transformed into black and white streams of light, cutting in from the other side.
The pages of the book unfolded beneath Su Wuce's feet, and words flew out one after another, stabilizing the turbulent currents in front of him and clearing a path for the people of Tianshu Academy.
The elites from all sides set off simultaneously.
The waiting area instantly descended into chaos.
Some people rushed to get ahead, some squeezed each other, and others secretly attacked, deflecting their competitors' protective weapons and forcing them into the chaotic currents of energy.
Zhao Feng stood at the edge of the stone platform, letting the chaotic wind pressure hit him.
The Great Destruction Primordial Spear appeared in his hand.
Meng Tianzheng looked at him and said, "I can only take you this far. Once inside, the rules of the Immortal Alliance won't apply as much."
Zhao Feng said, "Don't worry, I've never been afraid of coming here."
Meng Tianzheng patted Zhao Feng on the shoulder, "Come back alive."
Zhao Feng stepped off the stone platform.
With each step, a void was created in the chaotic energy beneath their feet.
He was alone, with the Great Destruction Primordial Spear held horizontally in his hand, the Heavenly Emperor Seal hanging beside him, and the Primordial World-Suppressing Bell gently vibrating behind him.
As soon as the aura of the three treasures was released, the cultivators who wanted to cut in front of them immediately made way.
Zhao Feng passed through them and rushed directly toward the giant gate in the middle.
Just as he approached the giant gate, a black giant claw suddenly emerged from the chaotic sea.
A giant claw emerged from the waves, its surface covered with ancient forbidden patterns, and grabbed at Zhao Feng's head.
Many people's expressions changed drastically.
"Chaos Spirit Forbidden!"
"This thing appeared as soon as the entrance opened?"
Zhao Feng raised the Great Annihilation Primordial War Spear.
The spearhead points upwards.
Grayish-white power surged through the giant claw's palm.
The black giant claw suddenly contracted, and the forbidden patterns exploded in patches.
Zhao Feng stomped his foot again, charging forward against the giant claw, and flicked his spear.
The giant claw was torn open from the palm to the wrist.
A low growl echoed from the chaotic waves.
A massive black shadow emerged from behind the giant gate, its body draped in broken chains, with a tattered stone tablet embedded in its chest.
It had barely poked its head out when Zhao Feng was already in front of it.
The spear pierced the stone tablet.
boom!
The stone tablet was blown to pieces.
The dark figure had a large hole in its chest.
Zhao Feng slammed down with a punch, and the Divine Elephant Suppressing Prison Force roared within his body, with the 840 million microparticle worlds simultaneously absorbing and releasing power.
The shadowy figure was slammed back into the depths of the giant gate, shattering several layers of chaotic waves along the way.
The people at the entrance felt a chill run down their spines.
Xing Zhan glanced back and said, "As expected of a powerful expert who could kill Moro, he is indeed quite capable."
Mi Bao stood on the golden ship, the flame of the glass lamp in her hand flickering.
She didn't chase after him immediately, but instead spoke to the immortal cultivator behind her, "Once you enter the sea, if you encounter him, don't attack him. Send me a message immediately."
All the cultivators nodded in agreement.
At this moment, Zhao Feng had already passed through the central giant gate, and his figure disappeared into the depths of the chaotic sea.
The moment he entered, an ancient character suddenly lit up on the half of the broken palace gate above the giant gate.
The ancient characters fell, flying directly into the chaotic energy flow behind Zhao Feng. As soon as Zhao Feng stepped into the chaotic sea, the sound of the entrance behind him immediately faded into the distance.
The battle platform, the giant gate, and the Immortal Alliance battle flag outside were all swallowed up by the surging fog.
Beneath his feet were layers of fragmented space overlapping each other; a slight misstep would send him swept into different areas.
An ancient bridge lies across the depths of chaos ahead.
The bridge deck was broken in three places, and black water was swirling upwards below each break.
As soon as Zhao Feng landed at the bridgehead, the ancient characters behind him caught up.
The ancient characters were dark red, with incomplete strokes, and the surrounding chaotic airflow automatically dissipated when they fell.
Zhao Feng raised his hand and swept the Great Annihilation Primordial Spear backward.
The spearhead struck the ancient characters.
boom!
The ancient character cracked open at one corner, but it did not disappear.
Black and red light seeped from the crack and began to wrap around Zhao Feng's arm along the spear.
Zhao Feng snorted coldly.
The Heavenly Emperor's Seal struck down.
The imperial emblem pressed down on the ancient characters, and the dark red strokes were finally shaken apart.
The scattered fragments of light did not disappear; instead, they seeped into the cracks in the bridge surface.
The next moment, the entire ancient bridge began to shake.
Black water churned up beneath the bridge, and ancient corpses within it raised their heads.
Those ancient corpses wore decaying armor, and the same dark red ancient characters were nailed to their foreheads.
Clutching their remaining troops, they crawled out of the black water and headed straight for Zhao Feng.
Zhao Feng walked forward.
The first ancient corpse lunged at him, the broken blade slashing towards his shoulder.
Zhao Feng did not dodge, but grabbed the blade with his left hand and exerted force with his five fingers.
The broken blade shattered instantly.
The Great Destruction Primordial Spear swept across, and the upper half of the ancient corpse exploded on the spot.
The second ancient corpse lunged from the side of the bridge, its claws reaching for the back of his neck.
The Hongmeng Town Boundary Bell vibrated.
As the bell tolled, the ancient corpse paused in its movements.
Zhao Feng turned around and threw a punch, the Divine Elephant Suppressing Prison Force piercing through his arm.
The fist slammed into the ancient corpse's breastplate, causing the breastplate and the corpse to collapse together. The bone fragments fell into the black water and immediately burst into flames.
More and more ancient corpses are climbing onto the bridge.
Their cultivation levels varied, with the weakest being at the fifth level of the Primordial Chaos Realm and the strongest approaching the seventh level.
The bridge surface is narrow, and ordinary cultivators who enter would only be trapped in the middle and suffer the consequences.
Zhao Feng, however, fought faster and faster.
The spear thrust out, knocking away an ancient corpse clad in silver armor.
The Heavenly Emperor's Seal pressed down, smashing the three ancient corpses into the bridge surface.
The Hongmeng Town Boundary Bell hangs behind him; with each vibration, the black water drops several feet.
The 840 million microparticle world absorbed the chaotic energy, and Zhao Feng's power increased instead of decreasing.
He crushed the head of one ancient corpse, grabbed the arm bone of another, swung its entire body up, and smashed it over a row of ancient corpses behind it.
The cracks on the bridge surface widened after being smashed.
Black water gushed up from the crack.
Zhao Feng lifted his foot and landed.
Seven steps to defy the heavens.
first step.
Shock the enemy.
The entire ancient bridge suddenly sank.
The ancient corpses on the bridge froze, their decaying skeletons emitting a series of loud popping sounds.
Zhao Feng stepped on it again.
The second step.
Crush the enemy's bones.
boom!
Dozens of ancient corpses exploded simultaneously, their broken armor and soldiers flying in all directions before being swept away by the chaotic air currents.
The black water beneath the bridge emitted a sharp whistling sound.
Deep in the water, an even larger corpse king rose up, pushing through the black water.
It stands a thousand feet tall, holding half a bronze halberd in its hand, and its chest is also inlaid with dark red ancient characters.
As soon as the Corpse King appeared, the broken railings on both sides of the ancient bridge collapsed and flew away.
Zhao Feng stopped in his tracks.
The Corpse King brandished his halberd, which swept across the bridge, slicing large areas of space into fragments.
Zhao Feng met the attack with his spear.
clang!
The spearheads clashed with the halberds, the bridge surface broke open, and black water surged hundreds of feet high.
Zhao Feng lowered his arm slightly, then thrust it forward.
The Corpse King's massive body was forced back half a step by the impact.
This half-step caused the black water under the bridge to churn even more rapidly.
The Corpse King roared and slammed his halberd down once more.
Zhao Feng did not take the hit head-on this time.
He stepped to the Corpse King's feet, his spear thrusting upwards into his knee joint.
The gray-white power exploded.
The Corpse King's leg broke off on the spot, and its massive body tilted to one side.
Zhao Feng leaped up and slammed his right fist into the Corpse King's face.
The Divine Elephant's Prison-Suppressing Force erupted.
The fist landed, the Corpse King's helmet shattered, and half of his face was smashed.
The ancient characters on the Corpse King's chest lit up, indicating his desire to repair his physical body.
Zhao Fengtian's seal has already pressed down.
Imperial patterns cover ancient characters.
The Great Destruction Primordial Spear then pierced through.
The ancient characters were nailed through.
A muffled thud came from inside the Corpse King's body, and his thousand-foot-tall body split open from his chest, finally being dragged back under the bridge by the black water.
Zhao Feng sheathed his spear and continued forward.
At the end of the bridge, a group of cultivators rushed in from another entrance.
The leader was the man with green scales on the Azure Dragon Ancient Carriage.
He originally intended to use the ancient carriage to cross the ancient bridge directly, but as soon as he entered, he ran into Zhao Feng clearing a path by himself.
The nine-horned azure dragon stopped in mid-air, not daring to rush forward any further.
The man with the green scales glanced at the broken bones scattered across the bridge, his expression darkening. "Lord Zhao, you have quite the methods."
Zhao Feng ignored him and continued walking along the broken section of the bridge.
Someone behind the man with the blue scales spoke in a low voice, "Young Master, the path he cleared hasn't been flooded by the black water again yet. We can follow him."
The man with the blue scales did not move immediately.
He watched Zhao Feng's retreating figure, the dragon mark between his brows flashing a few times. "Following is fine, but don't get too close."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a roar came from the other side of the bridge.
Xing Zhan charged forward carrying a bone axe, followed by a group of cultivators from the ancient barbarian race.
He saw the wreckage on the bridge and realized Zhao Feng was almost at the end. He cursed on the spot, "Damn it, this kid is like a rabbit! I was clearly the first to start, how did he get ahead of me?"
Zhao Feng walked to the end of the ancient bridge.
Ahead lay a floating wasteland.
Half of a palace gate stands on the ruined land.
Most of the buildings behind the palace gates collapsed, leaving only a few giant pillars stuck in the chaotic energy.
Ancient characters are engraved on the surface of the column.
As soon as Zhao Feng stepped onto the ruined land, countless dark red ancient characters suddenly lit up below the ground.
Those ancient characters formed a net, sealing off the entire remnant land.
The cultivators who had just stepped onto the bridge immediately stopped.
Someone cried out, "Don't go! That's a killing formation from ancient ruins!"
Zhao Feng glanced down.
Dark red ancient characters rose from the ground and wrapped around his ankle.
He lifted his right foot.
third step.
Trample on the enemy's soul.
Feet land.
The dark red ancient characters all jolted.
A mournful roar echoed from the depths of the desolate land, as if countless remnant souls were being trampled awake.
Zhao Feng took another step.
Step 4.
Collapse Enemy Technique.
The entire ancient character killing formation collapsed on the spot, and hundreds of ancient characters near him exploded into red mist.
From deep within the palace gates, a withered, large hand suddenly reached out and grabbed at Zhao Feng's chest.
A bronze ring adorned the hand, within which a wisp of divine consciousness awakened: "Unauthorized intruders, die." (End of Chapter)