504: Child of prophecy? Shell

Xiao Zhuo had no time to respond, as countless dazzling Spirit Scripts emerged from his body, like a galaxy swirling around him, being frantically irrigated by a vast composite energy, as if infused with life.

Each rune seemed to possess its own consciousness, shimmering with an indescribable spiritual radiance.

Guided by an invisible force, the runes transformed into streams of light, precisely imprinting themselves into the acupoints all over his body, then disappearing within him.

Xiao Zhuo closed his eyes and concentrated, carefully sensing the earth-shattering changes within his body, as a never-before-felt clarity gradually dawned upon him.

The Great Spirit Shaman's gaze was sharp; she had already seen that Xiao Zhuo was undergoing a crucial transformation, and suppressing the turbulent waves in her heart, she did not interrupt him.

Unlike Aunt Hua, who sacrificed herself, her cultivation was deeper, and the holy spirit altar had already consumed a massive reserve of bone leaves, so she could draw upon the Origin holy power without self-sacrifice.

Her eyes were a mix of lingering shock and fervent hope.

Initially, she had only vaguely sensed a familiar and ancient aura on Xiao Zhuo, but she had not seen through his deep disguise. It was only now, as the Spirit Scripts within his body were completely activated by the spirit sacrifice, that the truth exploded in her heart like a thunderclap.

“The Son of Prophecy… has actually appeared!” The Great Spirit Shaman’s dry lips trembled slightly as she murmured, her voice filled with an indescribable sorrow, “Little Hua, you… actually saw destiny a step before this old bone of mine. You can leave without regrets…”

Ten thousand years ago, the gray tide swept across the land, Savage Beasts proliferated like a plague, the Spirit Realm expanded, and ancient kingdoms crumbled.

From that time, the Holy God’s prophetic revelation was deeply imprinted in the deepest part of every Spirit Shaman’s Divine Soul: “The young man bearing the divine script will descend upon the Holy Spirit City and rekindle the holy radiance. The Holy God will also return to the world.”

At the same time, in the Nirvana Realm, a magnificent giant city floated above the clouds.

Inside a quiet street-side tavern, a young man in a green robe leisurely raised his cup.

As the wine cup reached his lips, his movement abruptly froze, and a fiery divine light, piercing through eons, suddenly burst forth from his eyes.

“Finally… found it?” His lips curved into an almost maniacal smile, “A perfect body capable of holding all my Spirit Scripts!”

Before his voice faded, his figure vanished silently from where he stood, like an illusory bubble, leaving only the cup slowly returning to the table, the wine gently rippling.

The tavern owner rubbed his eyes in a daze, looking at the empty seat, then suddenly snapped back to reality, letting out a mournful wail: “Eh?! Where’s that customer? Damn it! Even if you only took one sip, you still have to pay!”

The heart-wrenching cry echoed despairingly through the city, but it could no longer catch up to the existence that had transcended the Void Realm.

Almost at the same instant, in another unknowable, immeasurable 絕地.

A majestic, mountain-like dark golden skeleton, silent for an unknown amount of time, suddenly had two clusters of pale white flames ignite with a “puff” in its empty eye sockets!

The swirling halo of light in its chest and abdomen abruptly contracted, condensing into a thumb-sized, dazzling pearl of light.

“Crack… crack crack…” A teeth-grinding sound of bones rubbing together rang out, and this skeleton, which should have been eternally silent, slowly floated up, standing upright in the air!

A vast holy might surged and spread like a tsunami, suppressing all ages, and the entire space groaned under the unbearable pressure of this reawakened terrifying existence, as if it would completely shatter in the next moment.

At the bottom of the endless dark abyss, all was silent, and the pressure was enough to crush divine iron.

A dark ancient cauldron, inscribed with a four-legged Dragon totem, vibrated violently without warning!

The cauldron lid quietly slid open a crack, and a pearl of light, identical to the one in the skeleton’s chest and abdomen, flew out rapidly.

The moment the pearl of light appeared, the Void Realm beside it was silently torn like fragile silk, and a spatial-temporal rift suddenly opened, swallowing it whole, then disappearing without a trace, as if it had never existed.

Above the holy spirit altar, all of Xiao Zhuo’s Spirit Scripts were activated, deeply imprinted into every inch of flesh and blood, every wisp of Divine Soul of his immortal body.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and a Chaos light bloomed within them; as they opened and closed, scenes of the world's genesis and the rise and fall of galaxies seemed to flow.

Boom!

The Qi within his body, like a primeval beast breaking free from all restraints, began to surge wildly!

The three thousand Spirit Scripts bestowed upon him brought boundless spiritual power, instantly surpassing his Golden Immortal power cultivated through arduous practice, and it was still escalating and transforming at a terrifying speed!

Immortal power and Spirit Script power intertwined, collided, and fused within his body, as if triggering some profound and mysterious change!

Om—!!!

The holy spirit altar could not withstand this sudden burst of mighty power and exploded with a circle of destructive ripples!

The Great Spirit Shaman bore the brunt, and along with all the Prodigies on the altar, she was violently flung away like fallen leaves in a fierce wind!

Bang, bang, bang!

Several Prodigies with weaker cultivation exploded in mid-air, unable to even let out a scream, transforming into a sky full of blood mist and soul light!

“What happened?!”

“The altar! The altar exploded!”

“Someone died! It’s a Prodigy!”

On the viewing platform, all the imperial relatives, nobles, and Sect magnates were horrified, suddenly standing up, their bodies flashing with spiritual light, instinctively wanting to rush forward, but were forced back by the lingering terrifying pressure, unable to get close!

Tian Yidao and Du Mo, hidden in the crowd, exchanged glances, seeing surprise and solemnity in each other’s eyes, gripping their weapons, yet also not daring to act rashly.

However, before they could react.

Rumble!

A vast, boundless spiritual might, eclipsing heaven and earth, completely erupted in the sky!

Xiao Zhuo’s body burst forth with a golden divine light a billion times more intense than the Nine Heavens’ scorching sun, becoming the sole focus of heaven and earth!

The altar completely disintegrated, transforming into countless fragments of golden light imbued with holy energy, which then reversed and were entirely swallowed by him!

“Is this… the power of the three thousand Spirit Scripts?” Xiao Zhuo slightly clenched his fist, feeling the terrifying energy roaring and surging within him, almost tearing the universe apart. A faint unease, stemming from life’s instinct, flashed and then was replaced by an absolute sense of control.

His gaze suddenly pierced through the Void Realm, landing on the woman in the gold-patterned black dress, with peerless beauty, on the imperial viewing platform, his gaze as sharp as a heavenly blade.

The Great Spirit Shaman, who had just barely stabilized herself, her Qi and blood churning, opened her mouth to speak: “You…”

But then Xiao Zhuo took a step, Space Law naturally condensed beneath his feet, and his figure instantly vanished from where he stood.

Below, the woman in the gold-patterned black dress was in extreme shock due to the drastic change in the altar, when a golden light flashed before her eyes, and the figure radiating suffocating pressure suddenly appeared before her, like a deity descending upon the world.

The woman’s face paled, her pupils contracting sharply.

Xiao Zhuo was expressionless, his eyes devoid of joy or sorrow, as he directly raised his hand and grabbed at the Void Realm.

“Ugh!” The woman felt a sharp, piercing pain in her Dantian, and all her power was instantly confined and stripped away. A peculiar Spiritual Root, flowing with illusory silver radiance and seemingly distorting time around it, had been forcibly extracted by Xiao Zhuo!

His Divine Sense swept through it like lightning, and almost at the same instant, this incomparably precious Time Spirit Root, containing a large number of core Time runes, was disassembled by Xiao Zhuo, restored to its most fundamental dozens of Time Spirit Scripts, which then swirled and danced in his palm.