169: Chapter 169 The weight of the times is too heavy for one person to bear.
An indescribable chill instantly descended upon this world.
It was an unspeakable ultimate horror that transcended even a Dominator, as if originating from the abyssal depths of the Universe.
The moment this Rule Power aura appeared, Lin Chuan's thirty-fold amplified [Three-layer Taboo Domain] actually let out an overwhelmed wail!
Immediately after, Lin Chuan saw a hand reach out from the Void Realm.
It was a flawless, pure white giant hand.
Its skin was incredibly delicate, without a single line or any hint of blood, so white it seemed not to belong to any dimension, defying description.
The joints of the giant hand exhibited a bizarre backward twist, like the arm of a cold corpse forcibly pieced together.
There was not a trace of life in the entire hand, only pure, twisted deathly silence.
The instant the giant hand appeared, the chaotic and boiling rules around it came to a complete standstill.
Whether it was the turbid light of the [Illuminating Heaven Turbid Sun] or Lin Chuan's all-devouring black Buddha Hand, both were forcibly frozen in mid-air under the aura of this pure white giant hand!
It slowly and stiffly reached into the Void Realm, effortlessly penetrating Lin Chuan's [Buddha Kingdom in the Palm].
The black vortex, capable of crushing a Mid-level Dominator, silently melted like snow under a blazing sun the moment it touched this giant hand.
The giant hand grabbed the battered true form of the [Illuminating Heaven Turbid Sun].
As if pinching an insignificant insect.
The high and mighty [Illuminating Heaven Turbid Sun] didn't even dare to harbor a single thought of resistance at this moment.
The countless faces on its body even displayed bizarre expressions of extreme fanaticism intertwined with extreme fear.
It allowed itself to be held by that corpse-like giant hand.
As the giant hand was being withdrawn, the flawless white arm paused slightly in mid-air.
The index finger on the back of the hand slowly pointed downward at a twisted angle that defied physiological joint structure.
It pointed at Lin Chuan, who was sitting quietly in mid-air!
Boom!!!
Almost simultaneously, the panel deep within Lin Chuan's consciousness issued an unprecedented, frantic alarm!
[Extreme Danger!]
[Extreme Horror!]
[!!!]
The text on the panel even began to jump around chaotically.
Lin Chuan even suspected that his panel wanted to detach itself from him and flee for its life.
Since becoming a taboo, Lin Chuan had never felt such a despairing sense of oppression.
The chaotic black light surrounding his evil buddha golden body began to boil.
[Life-Reaping Sanskrit Sound], [Blood-Tear Illusionary Realm], [Mountain-Moving Strongman]...
All the rules that Lin Chuan controlled were... pushed to their absolute limit at this moment!
Even if such resistance was meaningless, Lin Chuan would not just sit and wait for death!
One second.
Two seconds.
The giant hand descended very slowly.
During this process, time seemed to be infinitely stretched.
Just as the Rule Power within the giant hand, capable of destroying everything and twisting heaven and earth, was about to pour down upon Lin Chuan.
Suddenly, the flawless white giant hand... stopped moving.
The suffocating rule fluctuations at the fingertips of the giant hand receded quickly like a tide for some unknown reason.
It seemed to have sensed something, or perhaps due to some unknowable restriction.
Ultimately, the giant hand gave up on dealing with Lin Chuan.
It stiffly withdrew its finger, holding the true form of the [Illuminating Heaven Turbid Sun], and slowly retracted into that rotting spatial rift.
Crack.
The space quickly healed, as if nothing had ever happened.
Only the lingering sweet, rotting scent in the air proved the horrifying scene that had just occurred.
Far away, on a mountain peak in the Yanlong Empire.
The youth carrying a broken sword was kneeling on the ground, gasping for breath.
At this moment, the broken sword on his back was vibrating with a mournful wail.
On the blade, several fine cracks had appeared at some point!
Just now, he had attempted to strike at that giant hand with his sword.
As a result, the moment the thought arose, he was struck by a terrifying curse!
At the thought of this, the youth's face turned as pale as paper, without a hint of blood.
Large beads of cold sweat mixed with blood dripped from his chin onto the scorched earth.
His eyes stared fixedly at the direction where the sky had healed.
His pupils contracted violently, his eyes filled with deep horror and disbelief.
"What on earth... was that thing..."
The youth's voice was horribly hoarse, and his body trembled uncontrollably.
As an ancestor from ancient times, he had even seen demigods!
But that hand just now...
That white giant hand, seemingly pieced together from dead men yet flawless...
It was likely far beyond even a demigod!
That kind of dimensional suppression, which could cause Soul pollution and rule collapse with just a glance, far exceeded the level of a demigod.
"Could it be... a Fallen God?"
"Impossible!!"
"In this era, a true Fallen God cannot descend! Unless the only gate is opened, even a part of a Fallen God's true body cannot reach reality..."
The youth bit his lip hard until it bled, the pain clearing his mind slightly.
He laboriously turned his stiff neck and cast his gaze toward the East Sea of the Land of Rebirth on the Other Shore in the far distance.
He looked at Lin Chuan's evil buddha golden body.
He saw rhythmic circles of chaotic Buddha light flowing around Lin Chuan, appearing to contain all the colors of the world yet manifesting as an absolute black.
Sacred.
Yet wicked to the extreme.
After watching Lin Chuan from afar for a long time, a deeper chill welled up in the youth's heart.
At the same time, he was very puzzled.
That hand... why did it stop in the end?
The youth had sensed just now that the giant hand was about to launch a rule attack on Lin Chuan!
But at the last second, it suddenly stopped!
What made such a being, which transcended dimensions, have second thoughts?
Could it be...??
The youth dared not think any further.
He only knew that the heavens of this world... were likely undergoing a cataclysmic change.
The disaster in the Neon Country had temporarily come to a close.
But next to the Yanlong Empire, an SSS Tier Level 5 Dominator had appeared!
Although Lin Chuan had not yet shown strong hostility toward the Yanlong Empire for now.
Based on the recent actions of the Land of Rebirth on the Other Shore, the youth felt that... one day, Lin Chuan would spread his influence completely to the Yanlong Empire!
When that time came, how would the Yanlong Empire conduct itself?
The youth held his sword, a look of worry on his face.
"I was but a commoner, fortunate to obtain the methods of the Xuan Sect."
"But... sigh!!"
The youth gripped his broken sword, murmuring in a low voice.
When he first awakened, he had been full of heroic ambition, swearing to suppress all the weirdness and taboos in the world...
But gradually, he suddenly discovered that the Terror Resurgence in this era... was even more terrifying than the one several thousand years ago!
Back then, a mysterious person suddenly appeared and ended that era of Terror Resurgence.
But this time, he could see no hope.
Even he himself was not confident in carrying the weight of an era's cataclysmic change.
While the youth's thoughts were churning.
In the East Sea of the Land of Rebirth on the Other Shore, a cold wind howled, blowing across the dry and broken seabed, stirring up layers of bloody scent...
Lin Chuan sat in mid-air, scanning his surroundings with a 360-degree view.
Meanwhile, on the panel deep within his consciousness, the crimson warning characters were slowly fading away.