NABC Chapter 7 Endless Abyss 3
Chapter 7 Endless Abyss 3
"Three seniors, let's see if these three top experts from the Hell Realm meet your standards."
Dao Shen Ling Che stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over the three Great Saints beside him, their auras heavy and composed. He lightly tapped the mirror screen suspended in front of him with his fingertips. Within the mirror screen, three figures, exuding murderous intent, appeared. They were none other than the leaders of the Hell Realm spies who had infiltrated the Kunlun Realm this time.
"These three are the most powerful among this group of spies." Ling Che's voice was cold and decisive. "The one clad in black armor and wielding a blood-red blade is named Ji Han, an inspector from the Judgment Division of the Temple of Destiny in the Hell Realm. The one floating in the air on a sacred vessel, with eight pairs of silver-red wings on his back, is Huang Qiming, the youngest son of the Great Chieftain of the Huangtian Tribe of the Undying Blood Clan, whose mastery of the Dao of Destiny has reached the pinnacle. And the last one, shrouded in ghostly mist and hidden in the shadows, is Chu Lan, a top-tier ghost cultivator from Fengdu Ghost City."
Shifting his tone, Ling Che's gaze fell upon the black-armored man, his voice growing more solemn: "This Ji Han, born of the Asura clan, is a true ascendant, having cultivated diligently for 4,600 years, his life filled with countless battles. As far as I know, he has faced over 1,800 Great Saints of the same realm, never suffering a defeat. The number of beings who have died under his blood blade could probably fill an entire Great World, including dozens of Supreme Great Saints! This man is arguably the strongest warrior in the mortal realm of the Temple of Destiny, the sharpest butcher's knife in the Hell Realm. I wonder which of the three seniors would be willing to take him down?"
"Amitabha."
A Buddhist chant suddenly rang out, its compassion tinged with a dignified and awe-inspiring air. Beside him, an elderly monk clad in a crimson-gold robe slowly stepped forward, his face solemn and dignified. He was Master Shenmeng, the abbot of the Erxin Temple of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Path in the Kunlun Realm. Gazing at the overwhelming murderous aura emanating from Jihan in the mirror, his eyes revealed profound compassion: "This fiend has committed far too many killings, creating boundless calamities. Let this humble monk go and redeem him."
"Excellent!" Ling Che's eyes flashed with joy, and he quickly agreed. This Master Shenmeng was of extremely high seniority, being the grand-uncle of the current Dao Master of the Myriad Buddhas Sect, Xuanxin Buddha Emperor. In terms of seniority, he was a generation higher than his grandfather, Ling Hao. He had cultivated diligently for nearly three thousand years, and his Buddhist and Daoist cultivation was already comparable to that of a True Buddha. The three supreme techniques he created—the Divine Dream Heart Sutra, the Impermanence Finger, and the Dreamlike Life and Death Sword—were all existences that could shake the ages. In particular, the Impermanence Finger had been mastered to perfection, and its power was comparable to a high-level Saint Technique of the Supreme Realm, in no way inferior to the eighteen supreme techniques inherited by the Myriad Buddhas Sect. With him taking action, capturing Ji Han was a sure thing.
"I will go and deal with those arrogant undead blood clan members."
A powerful voice resounded, causing the surrounding void to tremble slightly. The speaker, clad in gilded armor, possessed a towering, mountain-like physique. He was the master of the Kunlun Realm Martial Market Academy, a Supreme Martial Emperor. This man had reigned supreme in the Kunlun Realm for a thousand years, being one of the most outstanding among the six Supreme Emperors selected from the Kunlun Realm Emperor Ranking of the past millennium. His cold spear swept across the world, having defeated countless powerful figures, earning him a formidable reputation.
"With Senior Martial Emperor's help, defeating him is a piece of cake!" Ling Che cupped his hands and smiled, his tone full of confidence. Martial Emperor's strength was absolutely top-tier among the Great Saints of the Kunlun Realm; dealing with Huang Qiming would be more than enough for him.
Seeing that both Master Shenmeng and Emperor Wu had chosen their opponents, the last old man stroked his long beard, laughed heartily, and said with a touch of nonchalance, "In that case, Chu Lan of Fengdu Ghost City will belong to me."
The old man, dressed in a blue robe, possessed a refined and scholarly air, yet his brows revealed a unique charm that blended scholarly elegance with a murderous intent. Gazing at the figure hidden in the ghostly mist within the mirror, a hint of reminiscence flashed in his eyes: "The ghost cultivators of Fengdu Ghost City are truly rare. I once heard a beautiful tale from the ages: the Fourth Ancestor of my Kunlun Realm once sat and discussed the Dao with the Ghost Clan's strongest being, the Great Emperor of Fengdu, at the Tianya Haijiao Pavilion in the Northern Region, debating the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth and reminiscing about the ages. Afterwards, the Fourth Ancestor's second disciple, the God Venerable Wudao, even created a painting, 'The Two Saints Discussing the Dao,' which has been passed down through the ages. Today, I am fortunate enough to meet a cultivator from Fengdu Ghost City, which fulfills a long-cherished wish of mine."
"Hahaha! It's rare to find such a refined interest in Senior Uncle Shen." Ling Che laughed heartily upon hearing this, his tone full of respect. "Back then, Senior Uncle, wielding the 'Four Seasons Painting' and wielding the Floating Life Brush, you imprisoned five Great Saints of the same realm with just one painting. I still vividly remember that display of prowess!"
"Amitabha." Master Shenmeng also put his palms together and nodded, his eyes full of admiration. "Although I am far away in the Western Regions, I have often heard about the deeds of Master Cangwu. Master Cangwu established a residence and academy in the wild land of the Northern Regions, founded Tianya Academy, and advocated education for all, without being bound by birth or race, but only selecting the talented. Such a broad mind makes us ashamed."
Hearing the two men's praise, the old man, known as Mr. Cangwu, couldn't help but smile, waving his hands repeatedly: "I'm old, I'm old! These are all old stories, not worth mentioning. Now I'm just an ordinary man in the mountains, an old man in the village."
The old man was Shen Wencang, the senior brother of the current sect leader, Hua Di, also known as Master Cangwu. He was also the head of the Northern Tianya Academy. He was skilled in both divine and martial arts, and had reached the divine realm in both. His strength was unfathomable.
Ling Che nodded slightly, his tone resolute: "Although we haven't fully ascertained Chu Lan's background, with my master's cultivation, dealing with him is more than enough."
The three Great Sages each chose their opponents. With this, all the spies from the Hell Realm who had infiltrated the Kunlun Realm were now properly arranged. Ling Che smiled faintly, thinking to himself: Now, all I need to do is watch the show.
Meanwhile, in the first gradient layer of the Endless Abyss, within a vast and boundless region, war raged.
Those cultivators from the Hell Realm scattered in various places all encountered a powerful siege from the Great Sage of the Kunlun Realm at the same time.
Deep within the abyss, in a camp so thick with the stench of blood that it was nauseating.
In the center of the camp, flesh and corpses lay scattered everywhere, a clear indication of the Blood God Cult's stronghold. A figure leaned against the camp's altar, clutching a thick thigh and devouring it, dark red blood still lingering at the corner of his mouth.
This person was none other than Luo Bin, a Rakshasa cultivator from the Fierce Sea Divine Palace of the Temple of Destiny in the Underworld.
Just as he was enjoying his meal, a chilling, holy aura suddenly swept in from outside the camp. Luo Bin's movements abruptly stopped, and his bloodshot eyes snapped open as he looked towards the camp entrance.
A figure in a white lotus dress slowly approached. The girl was stunningly beautiful, with skin as white as snow, and a pure lotus aura emanated from her, cleansing away even the stench of blood in the air wherever she passed.
She parted her lips slightly, her voice clear and cold like spring water, yet carrying an undisguised disdain: "The Rakshasa clan is indeed as rumored, crude, bloodthirsty, and utterly uncultured."
"Kunlun Realm, White Lotus Sect, Shangguan Qingli."
The moment she finished speaking, a terrifying aura belonging to the peak of the Great Sage suddenly erupted from the girl's body, stirring up the clouds for thousands of miles and changing the color of the sky and earth.
Luo Bin's expression suddenly turned solemn. He spat out a piece of unchewed flesh, and with a flick of his wrist, a battle axe covered in jagged bone spikes appeared in his hand. He stared intently at the white-clad girl before him, his aura of killing intent surging, ready for battle. A world-shaking battle was about to erupt.
In another desolate wasteland, where the earth was cracked, a fierce wind swept through, carrying scorched earth and making the bottomless crack in the ground howl like the wailing of ghosts from the underworld.
Xia Yingtian of the Temple of Destiny and the Palace of Death was kneeling on the edge of the crack, his palm surging with holy power, slowly drawing out the thing shrouded in seven-colored light from the ground.
It was a terrestrial embryo about the size of a palm, its entire body as white as mutton fat glass, with strands of divine blood flowing between its textures. The embryo was curled up like a sleeping infant, with a faint life rhythm pulsating within it. This was a supreme treasure sufficient to temper the body of a true god—the Divine Blood Terrestrial Embryo.
Greed practically overflowed from Xia Yingtian's eyes. His fingertips lightly traced the smooth surface of the Earth Embryo, and he couldn't help but chuckle softly, his tone filled with smugness and fervor: "As expected of the Kunlun Realm, a land overflowing with treasures! Just digging three feet into the ground, and I can unearth such a divine object. This single Divine Blood Earth Embryo is worth more than the fortune I accumulated over a thousand years in the Palace of Death. This trip has truly been worthwhile!"
Before he could finish speaking...
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A sword aura of extreme sharpness tore through the void without warning. The sword aura was as condensed as silk, yet it contained the sharpness to cleave the heavens and earth. Before it even reached its body, the surrounding rules of heaven and earth were already broken inch by inch.
Xia Yingtian's expression changed drastically. He hastily activated all his holy power to protect himself, but the sword energy seemed to have eyes, accurately avoiding his protective holy energy and slashing straight at his right arm that held the Divine Blood Earth Embryo.
"puff!"
Blood splattered everywhere.
An arm fell to the ground with a scream, and the Divine Blood Embryo flew out of his hand, only to be caught by a sword aura that appeared out of nowhere, leaving him suspended in mid-air.
Xia Yingtian was filled with shock and rage. Ignoring the pain of his severed arm, he frantically poured his holy power into the wound. As the flesh writhed, a brand new arm grew at a visible speed. He abruptly looked up, his gaze sweeping across the surroundings like lightning, and roared fiercely, "You cowardly coward, how dare you plot against me! If you have the guts, show yourself and fight! What kind of hero attacks from the shadows?"
Ripples spread across the void, and a tall, slender figure slowly emerged.
The newcomer was a handsome young man in blue robes, with a nonchalant and lazy air about him. An ancient longsword hung at his waist, its tassel swaying gently in the wind. He stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering, his sword aura concealed yet subtly powerful, causing the entire desolate wasteland to freeze in place.
The young man glanced at Xia Yingtian, whose face was ashen, then looked at the Divine Blood Earth Embryo he held in his palm. A faint smile appeared on his lips, and his voice was as clear and sharp as the sound of a sword:
"Treasures are wonderful, but you need to be alive to enjoy them."
With a flick of his finger, the Divine Blood Earth Embryo was enveloped by a sword aura and stored in his sleeve. Then, the young man nodded slightly, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable arrogance:
"Kunlun Realm, Wanxiang City, Snow-covered Plum Blossoms."
Upon hearing the names "Wanxiang City" and "Xue," Xia Yingtian's pupils constricted sharply. The Xue family of Wanxiang City had been a renowned sword-wielding family since ancient times, producing more than one sword god. The sword aura of this young man was so strong that it was rare even among Great Saints. It seemed he had met a formidable opponent. Without hesitation, he immediately drew his weapon and engaged Xue Aomei in battle. At this moment, the Endless Abyss had become a arena for Great Saints to discuss their Dao.
The first tier of the Endless Abyss is so vast that it stretches for hundreds of millions of miles, with stars rising and falling and chaotic currents surging, forming a complete world.
This place was originally one of the main battlefields of the ancient divine war. That divine war, which affected all the heavens, shattered the heavens and earth and caused the Great Dao to collapse. As a result, the spatial barriers here are riddled with holes, and the major rules of heaven and earth are incomplete. Occasionally, chaotic currents of laws tear through the void, turning into dark spatial rifts that devour any living beings that approach.
This is precisely why this place has become a rare battlefield in the myriad realms, capable of perfectly accommodating dozens of peak Great Saints in battle.
If the battlefield between beings like Ji Chi and Xue Renxian were moved to the present-day Kunlun Realm, given its still-recovering foundation after numerous calamities, it probably wouldn't last even a day. The aftershocks of the Great Sages' battle would sweep across the land like a tsunami, causing mountains to crumble, rivers to overflow, and countless lives within the realm to be affected by this terrifying power, resulting in their annihilation.
Inside Blood God Pass, Daoist Ling Che stood with his hands behind his back, his white robes fluttering in the wind. His gaze swept indifferently over the figures engaged in fierce battle outside the pass, then landed on the Kunlun Realm Great Saints inside the pass, whose auras were heavy and composed. A faint smile of approval appeared on his lips.
Centuries of hard work and effort have not been in vain.
The current Kunlun Realm's top-tier power in the secular world is vastly different from what it used to be. Even if placed in the Heavenly Court's myriad realms, it would be comparable to any great world with a profound foundation.
There are more than twenty Great Saints at the Supreme Realm alone, each of whom is a perfected Saint and a powerful figure who dominates the region; and there are as many as twelve powerhouses who have condensed more than ten trillion Saintly Rules and reached the level of demigods.
Such a lineup, looking at the entire Heavenly Court, can be considered a force that cannot be ignored.
The root of all this can be traced back hundreds of years.
At that time, Ling Che's original body, relying on the heaven-defying cheat of the Gate of All Heavens, found and forcibly dragged out the corpse of a void creature at the Heavenly Venerable realm in the endless darkness of the void space.
The corpse was enormous, containing the primordial power of a Celestial Venerable. Even though it had been dead for countless years, it still exuded a pressure that made even the gods tremble.
Now, Ling Che has placed the body of this Celestial Venerable within the infinitely folded space of the Chaotic Myriad Realms Mountain, transforming it into a unique world secret realm. Within this realm, the essence of heaven and earth is as rich as liquid, the sacred laws are clearly visible, and there are countless opportunities and blessings meticulously placed by Ling Che.
Most of the Great Saints in the Kunlun Realm obtained tremendous opportunities in this secret realm, either by refining the scattered essence of the Heavenly Venerable's remnant body or by comprehending the remaining Heavenly Venerable Dao principles within the secret realm. Only then were they able to break through their shackles and gradually reach their current level.
Looking down at the Kunlun Realm Great Saints below, whose auras were calm and who were already capable of standing alone, Ling Che nodded inwardly.
His efforts were ultimately not in vain.
Today, the Kunlun Realm has the confidence to stand among the heavens; at least its secular strength can withstand the test.
Tens of thousands of years later, when the Heavenly Emperor is born, the terrifying foundation accumulated by the Kunlun Realm will surely resound throughout the heavens like thunder, shocking all forces in the Heavenly Court and the Hell Realm.
Just as Ling Che was lost in thought, the battle outside Blood God Pass had reached a critical juncture, a matter of life and death.
The blood mist around Ji Chi surged, and its eerie wails shook the void. Thousands of curse runes tore through the sky, coalescing into claws that carried a strange power capable of devouring souls, and viciously clawed at Xue Renxian's brow. Xue Renxian, on the other hand, was filled with blood energy soaring to the sky, and the longsword in his hand shone with a dazzling holy light. His sword strikes were sharp and unparalleled, each strike containing a resolute determination to destroy everything, and he fought Ji Chi to a standstill.
The battle between the two top experts has reached the final moment, a matter of life and death, and survival!
The air currents between heaven and earth seemed to freeze at this moment, with only the deafening collision sounds continuing to assault the barriers of the Blood God Pass.