194: Blood Sacrifice to the Warship: The Ultimate Trump Card

The gray, hazy Chaos space silently disintegrated and vanished inch by inch, like an old scroll consumed by fire.

The world was once again colored.

Warm sunlight scattered down again, and a breeze carrying the unique scent of life from Qingzhou City swept across the high altitude. The azure sky was crystal clear.

It was as if the deadly cage that had just swallowed thirty-one top-tier Cultivators, crushing even light and sound, had never appeared in this world.

Atop the pavilion, Shen Yuanmo stood silently.

The hideous and terrifying great five elements destruction glazed armor on his body had vanished, leaving him in his simple green robe, spotless, without even a wrinkle on the hem.

His expression was calm and his breathing was long, as if he hadn't just experienced an earth-shattering massacre, but had merely been leaning on the railing of the pavilion, taking a short rest.

Yet, the entire world fell into a suffocating silence even deeper than before.

High in the sky, at the bow of the giant heaven burning tower ship.

Song Xuanyi's aged face, riddled with wrinkles and crevices, was completely frozen, his expression fixed on the shock and bewilderment of the previous moment.

His pair of turbid old eyes bulged, wide and round. Vicious blood vessels were spreading rapidly across his eyeballs at a visible speed, almost dyeing the whites of his eyes completely crimson!

"No..."

A dry gurgle escaped his throat.

The Divine Sense of a Half-step Soul Transformation Cultivator, capable of covering a hundred miles, turned into an uncontrolled, raging torrent, frantically sweeping and probing the empty air again and again—once, ten times, a hundred times!

Nothing!

Absolutely nothing!

Song Qingyun's familiar and powerful Nascent Soul aura had vanished.

The Golden Core auras of the thirty iron-willed Ziyang Battle Guards had also completely disappeared.

They weren't blocked by some Formation, nor were they hidden by a secret technique.

They were utterly and completely erased from this world, with every trace of their existence wiped clean!

Dead?

All dead?!

The instant this thought surfaced, Song Xuanyi's mind went "buzz," turning blank, halting even his ability to think for a moment.

What he brought was the most elite force of the Ziyang Song Family! It was the foundation the Family had accumulated over thousands of years!

Apart from himself, they were... they were completely slaughtered in such a short time by a golden core ant whom he had never even looked at directly?!

Two Great Late Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators!

Thirty Golden Core Great Perfection Cultivators, battle-hardened and capable of sweeping aside any second-rate force when working together!

Just like that, gone?!

"No... this is impossible... it's an illusion! It must be the Little Beast's trickery!"

Song Xuanyi's lips trembled violently as he muttered to himself. He could not accept, nor was he willing to accept, this absurd fact that completely overturned his fifteen hundred years of cultivation knowledge.

He would rather believe that this was an illusion created by the Little Beast using some heaven-shaking illusion technique, intended to shake his Dao Heart!

Right! It must be so!

Qingyun and the others must be trapped in that bizarre Formation space. As long as he blasts open this City Protection Formation, they will be able to come out safe and sound!

However, the cold reality quickly crushed his last shred of fantasy.

He saw the green-robed youth atop the pavilion below, the one he always regarded as an ant, slowly, almost casually, raising his hand.

A Storage Ring, shimmering with brilliant purple spiritual light.

A crimson Flying Sword, broken into two segments, its spiritual light dim.

The two items quietly floated above his palm, reflecting a cold light under the sun.

Those were... Song Qingyun's Lifebound Treasure and his Storage Ring!

Boom!!!

The moment he clearly saw those two items, Song Xuanyi felt as if his skull had been violently struck by an invisible bolt of Heavenly God Lightning from the Nine Heavens!

All hope, all self-deception, all psychological defenses, collapsed instantly!

The extreme shock and sense of absurdity lasted for several breaths within his Divine Soul, ultimately transforming into boundless madness and venomous hatred capable of incinerating rationality!

"Ah

—Aaaahhhhhh—!!!"

A roar, utterly inhuman and filled with endless pain, humiliation, and resentment, burst forth heart-rendingly from the depths of Song Xuanyi's throat!

His face was burning with pain!

It was an agonizing pain that penetrated the marrow and scorched the Divine Soul!

He recalled his high spirits when he came out of seclusion, and the words he had spoken to the younger generation member, Song Tiandu.

"I'll just go kill him, and then I'll leave."

"A mere Southern Border, what can the Immortal Dynasty's Law do to me?"

What arrogance! What utter hubris!

He thought he was the hunter who controlled life and death, viewing the inhabitants of the Southern Border as toys in his palm.

But what was the result?

The two Nascent Soul generals and thirty Family elites he brought were completely annihilated! Not a single corpse remained!

And he himself, a dignified Half-step Soul Transformation Cultivator, commanding a fifth-tier war Magic Treasure, couldn't even breach the opponent's City Protection Formation!

What had he become?

He had become a monumental joke!

An utterly foolish old waste, manipulated by a golden core ant, sacrificing the Family's elite forces and a thousand years of reputation!

This humiliation was ten thousand times worse than being killed on the spot!

"Shen! Yuan! Mo!"

Song Xuanyi used all his strength to squeeze the name that he hated to his very core, the name that made his Divine Soul tremble, out from between his teeth, one word at a time!

"Today, even if I destroy my Dao foundation! Even if my Divine Soul is extinguished!"

"I will turn you! And every living being in this Qingzhou City connected to you! All of them! All of them into ashes!!"

In his eyes, there was only the recklessness and madness of mutual destruction!

He knew that things had reached this point, and he had no retreat.

Even if he retreated in disgrace now and returned to his Family, he would become a sinner of the entire Song Family and a laughingstock of the entire Immortal Dynasty!

Song Xuanyi could not afford this disgrace, and the Ziyang Song Family could afford it even less!

Since his reputation was utterly ruined, he might as well abandon everything!

On the pavilion, Shen Yuanmo watched the frenzied Song Xuanyi high in the sky, observing the aged face that looked unfamiliar due to extreme distortion, and finally, a faint, cold curve appeared on his lips.

He slowly raised his hand, not to meet the enemy, but merely to gently brush off non-existent dust from his shoulder.

"So, you're finally dropping the act?"

Shen Yuanmo's voice was not loud, but amplified by his magic power, it reached Song Xuanyi's ears.

"That's fine. Let me see what kind of brilliant... fireworks the struggle of a Half-step Soul Transformation Cultivator before death can unleash."

"You—want—to—watch—fire—works?!"

A hideous smile, uglier than crying, suddenly appeared on Song Xuanyi's aged face, which was distorted beyond human recognition. Blood, tears, and saliva mixed together, making him look like a vengeful ghost crawling out of Hell.

"Good! Very good! This Seat will let you witness the most brilliant... fireworks of death, something you can never imagine in this lifetime!"

He abruptly raised his hand, and without hesitation, slammed a fierce palm onto his own skull!

"Pfft—!"

The sound of cracking bone was sharp and jarring!

This palm strike contained the mighty magic power of his Half-step Soul Transformation stage!

He actually shattered his own skull with his own hand, scattering the soul transformation dao fruit that was about to condense!

A mouthful of Origin essence blood, containing ninety percent of his lifelong cultivation, shimmering with brilliant purple-gold light and viscous like paste, burst wildly from his mouth!

"Go!"

Song Xuanyi roared. Guided by his will, the Origin essence blood instantly crossed hundreds of feet, like a purple-gold stream of light, fiercely and completely pouring into the purple crystal core at the very center of the heaven burning tower ship, which pulsed like a heart!

Buzz buzz buzz buzz—!

The entire massive war Magic Treasure, after absorbing this overly vast amount of Origin essence blood, let out a violent, unbearable shriek of agony!

Countless complex and profound Formation patterns on the hull instantly brightened to the extreme, the light so blinding it made people unable to open their eyes!

But after just one breath!

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Vicious cracks, like spiderwebs, began to spread rapidly across the incredibly sturdy fifth-tier Purple Divine Gold hull!

This war Magic Treasure, capable of suppressing an entire region, was heading toward self-destruction!

But this was still not enough!

"Still not enough! Not enough!!"

Song Xuanyi was utterly maniacal. Golden Divine Soul fire was streaming out of all seven orifices on his bloody face!

He was burning his Divine Soul!

He was using all his cultivation insights from the past fifteen hundred years, and all his understanding of the Laws of Heaven and Earth, as the final fuel to throw into this soon-to-be-destroyed furnace!

"I offer my broken body as kindling!"

"I ignite the Heavenly Fire with my Divine Soul!"

"Forbidden Profound Truth—"

Song Xuanyi used the last trace of strength in his life to let out a final, ear-splitting roar filled with endless madness and venomous hatred!

"Ziwei Heavenly Starfall!!!"

RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE—!!!

As his final roar faded!

The entire heaven burning tower ship began to violently disintegrate and collapse in an irreversible manner!

All the Purple Divine Gold on the hull, all the Spirit Stone reserves on the deck, the core of the Formation, and even the Boundless Sea of Fire that enveloped the entire Qingzhou City, all transformed into the purest torrent of energy at this moment!

Like ten thousand rivers returning to the sea, or a hundred birds paying homage to the Phoenix, they frantically converged toward the hideous beast head at the bow!

Finally!

Inside the beast head's massive maw, a "star" slowly condensed into shape—it was dark purple throughout, its surface covered with countless profound stellar patterns, and surrounded by spatial fissures as black as ink!

The moment that "star" appeared, the world lost its voice.

The wind stopped, the clouds dispersed, the sunlight was swallowed, and all things lost their sound.

A terrifying pressure that surpassed the Nascent Soul Stage, surpassed the Half-step Soul Transformation Stage, and truly reached the level of a full-power strike from a Spirit Transformation True Monarch—even comparable to the Mid-stage Soul Transformation—a pressure capable of destroying everything, descended with a crash!

That dark purple destructive star slowly rose, and then, with an irresistible posture, locked onto the green-robed figure atop the pavilion below, who was as insignificant as dust before it!