177: Chapter 176 Chaos Golden Core! Explosion!

The moonlight flowing frost robe lit up.

Yun Ming had worn that silvery-white Magic Treasure for decades, from the Wanfa Daojun Blessed Land to the Cangxuan Immortal Sect, from the Qingxuan Sect to this archipelago; it had blocked attacks from the Golden Core Stage, blocked the aftershocks of the Nascent Soul Stage, and blocked countless heavy blows that should have been fatal.

It had never let Yun Ming down.

This time was no exception.

Silvery-white light surged from the robe, colliding with that deep blue torrent of Spiritual Qi.

The light flickered unsteadily as the formation patterns on the robe lit up one after another, then dimmed one by one.

Cracks spread across the robe, dense like a spider web.

But it held. It blocked the Great Demon Lord's full-power strike.

The Great Demon Lord's pupils constricted.

He had not expected this robe to have such strong defensive power; how could a Cultivator at the Golden Core Middle Stage possess a defensive Magic Treasure of this level? Yun Ming had not expected it either.

He lowered his head to look at the moonlight flowing frost robe on his body; the silvery-white light had dimmed by more than half, and it was covered in cracks, but it was still there.

He smiled.

The corners of his mouth curled up, revealing teeth stained with blood.

"This is for those innocent lives," he said. His voice was not loud, but very calm.

Then he detonated his Golden Core.

The five Golden Cores in his Dantian shattered simultaneously; they were not broken by external force, but detonated by himself.

Five-colored light intertwined, spinning crazily, faster and faster, brighter and brighter.

They began to undergo Fusion, not simply squeezing together, but merging at their very essence.

The sharpness of gold, the vitality of green, the intensity of red, the profundity of black, the purity of white—five completely different powers were forcibly kneaded together at this moment, transforming into a Chaos-colored Golden Core.

That Golden Core was not large, only the size of a dragon's eye.

But it was too heavy, so heavy that the surrounding Void Realm began to distort.

It was too bright, so bright that the entire Chaoju City was illuminated in white.

It was too unstable, its surface covered in dense cracks, each one seeping out destructive power.

The Golden Core could not withstand this power.

It began to expand, expand, and expand again.

And then—BOOM!!!

The explosion began from the central area, with Yun Ming as the center, spreading outwards.

The sound was too loud, too loud to hear, too loud until only a buzzing roar remained in the ears.

The light was too bright, too bright to open one's eyes, too bright to see a vast expanse of white even through one's eyelids.

The shockwave overturned all surrounding buildings; those halls built with whale ribs and giant turtle shells were like paper before the shockwave, instantly torn to shreds.

The debris was carried along by the shockwave, continuing to spread outwards, smashing even more distant buildings into pieces.

The entire central area of Chaoju City turned into nothingness within a few breaths.

The Void Water Curtain had a counterproductive effect at this moment.

That defensive formation, originally meant to protect the city, had now become a sealed pot lid.

The power of the explosion had nowhere to vent in the sealed space, so it could only oscillate and accumulate repeatedly, its power several times greater than it would have been under normal circumstances.

Those sea demons trapped in the city were killed by the shockwave in the first wave.

The remaining ones were also shaken until they bled from their seven orifices and their internal organs shattered amidst the repeated oscillations, falling one by one.

The entire Chaoju City had become a tomb.

The explosion lasted for a long time.

When the smoke and dust dispersed, when the light faded, and when the seawater flooded back in, Yun Ming was gone.

Not even ashes remained.

Where he had stood, only a huge deep pit remained, the bottom of which was scorched black rock, with a thin layer of grayish-white powder on the rock.

It was impossible to tell if it was bone ash or stone dust.

The Great Demon Lord stood on the ruins, looking down at the wounds on his body.

His scales were shattered in several places, revealing the flesh and blood beneath.

There were fine cracks on the flesh, as if something sharp had cut it, oozing blue blood. It was not deep, not heavy, but he was indeed injured.

He had lived for so many years and had not been injured for a long time.

The last time he was injured was several hundred years ago when he fought a Human Race Cultivator at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage.

He won that time and swallowed that Human Race Cultivator, along with his Golden Core.

This time he faced a junior at the Golden Core Middle Stage, yet he was injured.

Although it was only a minor injury, this was what he could not accept the most.

He was about to make a Breakthrough to the Soul Transformation stage; he needed to maintain his best state.

His Qi and blood must be sufficient, his Divine Soul must be stable, and his body must not have any flaws.

Even a slight injury could become the cause of a failed Breakthrough.

He had prepared for a thousand years, waited for a thousand years; he could not fall short for the sake of this small injury.

He was enraged.

Not because of the pain, but because of fear.

He feared that this small injury would affect the Breakthrough, he feared that a thousand years of preparation would be destroyed, he feared death.

He raised a front claw and slammed it down violently.

The entire Chaoju City trembled in his rage; those sea demons still hanging on by a thread were crushed into meat paste by his Spiritual Pressure.

Buildings collapsed, streets shattered, and city walls crumbled.

He slammed down claw after claw, smashing the city into ruins.

He vented all his fear, all his anger, and all his unwillingness on this city he had built with his own hands.

He only stopped when the last sea demon died and the last building collapsed.

He stood on the ruins, panting heavily.

His whole body was covered in dust and flesh, some from the sea demons, some his own.

He looked down at the shallow wound on his body; blue blood was still seeping out.

He sealed the wound with Spiritual Qi, and the wound closed, but the scales there had not grown back.

They would not grow back without a few months.

He could not wait a few months. He no longer had a few months.

He raised his head and looked towards the sea surface.

There was light there, the light of the sun.

He had not seen the sun for a long time.

He took a deep breath, and his massive body began to rise.

He wanted to go to the sea surface, to kill, to devour enough blood food to make up for the Qi and blood lost today.

He wanted to eat all those damned Human Race Cultivators, then find a place to go into seclusion and make a Breakthrough.

He could not wait any longer.

He surfaced from the sea.

The sunlight made his eyes ache a little; he squinted, adapting for a moment.

The sea surface was calm, with blue skies and white clouds, and a few seabirds flying in the distance.

It was beautiful, as beautiful as a painting. But he was in no mood to appreciate it.

Then he saw those three people.

Hovering above the sea, less than a hundred zhang away from him.

Three at the Late Nascent Soul Stage.

The one in the middle wore a deep blue robe, with his hair tied up in a high bun, and had a handsome face; it was none other than Ji Qingchuan.

The one on the left was a white-haired old man in a gray robe, holding a whisk, his presence as steady as a mountain.

The one on the right was a middle-aged female Cultivator in a green shirt, with a cold expression, holding a long sword, her Sword Intent awe-inspiring.

The three stood in a triangular formation, surrounding the Great Demon Lord in the middle.

Their auras intertwined, forming an invisible net that enveloped the entire sea area.

The Great Demon Lord froze.

He did not know when these three people had arrived, did not know how long they had been waiting here, and did not know if they had known all along that he would surface.

He only knew that he was currently covered in injuries, his Qi and blood were depleted, and his state was at its worst.

And opposite him were three at the Late Nascent Soul Stage in their prime.

His pupils constricted violently; in that instant, only one thought crossed his mind—how could this happen?

He did not know that before Yun Ming dived into the deep sea, he had already sent a voice transmission to Ji Qingchuan.