531: Chapter 531 Chaos Descends, Terrifying All Three Parties

Dead silence.

A dead silence enough to freeze the Divine Soul.

Whether it was the humanoid Magic Treasures controlled by the Thousand Mechanisms Pavilion Cultivators or the overwhelming demonic tide driven by the Wanmo Cave Cultivators, all were frozen in the Void Realm at this instant.

Everyone's movements, hand seals, and even thoughts seemed to have been paused by an invisible giant hand.

Their gazes involuntarily converged on that colossal entity.

"Gulp."

Someone, in extreme tension, swallowed hard.

The grey-robed old man hidden in the shadow of a distant meteorite no longer maintained his previous composure.

The moment the Chaos Dao Palace appeared, he subconsciously extended his vast Mahayana Perfection Stage Divine Sense, attempting to probe its reality.

However, when his Divine Sense touched the thin layer of grey halo on the surface of the Dao Palace.

It was like spring snow meeting a blazing sun, swallowed and dissolved silently, without even a single bit of feedback returning.

Not only that, an indescribable, terrifying suction force counterattacked along the path of his Divine Sense.

It was as if it wanted to drag his entire Divine Soul out of his Dao body and throw it into the endless abyss behind that palace.

The old man's mind shook violently, and he decisively severed that strand of Divine Sense, thus avoiding the fate of being swallowed.

He let out a muffled groan, his face turning a few shades paler.

The look in his eyes as he gazed at the Chaos Dao Palace had shifted from initial shock and suspicion to a fear originating from the depths of his Soul.

He couldn't see through it!

He completely couldn't see through it!

Exactly what grade of mobile Immortal Cave was this?

How could such a creation that transcended common logic appear in this barren Tian Yuan Star Domain?!

Just as the three forces were so intimidated by this sudden turn of events that they were at a loss.

That Mahayana Middle Stage demonic Cultivator leader from Wanmo Cave forcibly suppressed the horror in his heart and summoned the courage to send out a blustering Divine Thought.

"Who is Your Excellency? This place is the battlefield of my Wanmo Cave and the Thousand Mechanisms Pavilion. Withdraw quickly, or else do not blame us for being impolite!"

His voice, amplified by his Demonic Technique, echoed in the Void Realm, attempting to use his Sect's name to intimidate the master of this mysterious palace.

However, what responded to him was an indifferent, cold voice devoid of any emotion.

"This place, and everything in this place, I, want it all."

"I will give you three breaths of time to disappear."

Boom!

As soon as these words were spoken, it was no different from dropping a red-hot iron pellet into a calm pan of oil.

Arrogant!

Domineering!

He simply didn't take their two great forces seriously!

The leader of Wanmo Cave's face flushed red, his body surging with Devilish Qi from anger.

The leader from the Thousand Mechanisms Pavilion, a cold-faced middle-aged Cultivator, also had a chilling look in his eyes.

And the Mahayana Perfection Stage old man hidden in the shadows had his pupils shrink even more.

He originally thought he was the oriole, but he didn't expect a powerful dragon that even he couldn't see through to appear halfway.

The other party's words clearly included him as well.

For a moment, Wanmo Cave and the Thousand Mechanisms Pavilion, who were just in a life-and-death struggle, actually reached a strange tacit understanding at this moment.

The leaders of both sides glanced at each other across the Void Realm and instantly understood the other's meaning.

Join forces first to solve this greatest threat!

"Kill!"

Almost at the same time, two roars resounded through the Void Realm.

On the side of the Thousand Mechanisms Pavilion, dozens of hundred-zhang tall humanoid Magic Treasures instantly turned their muzzles, the energy cores in their chests glowing brightly.

In the next moment, hundreds of thick destructive beams tore through the darkness, weaving into an airtight death fire-net, descending upon the Chaos Dao Palace.

On the other side, the leader of Wanmo Cave roared and violently shook the myriad souls banner in his hand.

The endless Devil Heads and vengeful ghosts within the banner gathered into a tide of black Devilish Qi more than ten times larger than before.

Mixed within were countless malicious curses and demonic baleful energy capable of polluting a Dao body, like a giant Universe beast with its bloody mouth wide open, roaring as it rushed over.

At the same time!

The Mahayana Perfection Stage old man who had been hiding his presence finally stopped concealing himself.

He knew that facing an opponent of this level, any wishful thinking was seeking death.

"Buzz!"

He opened his mouth and spat out a small golden sword covered in cracks, yet still emitting a terrifying immortal prestige.

True Immortal Remnant Treasure!

The old man sprayed a mouthful of essence blood onto the small sword, performed hand seals, and chanted incantations.

The small golden sword expanded against the wind, transforming into a thousand-zhang long heaven-propping giant sword.

Where the sword pointed, space let out a groan of being overburdened.

"Slash!"

He used all his strength to strike his ultimate trump card blow!

However, when these three attacks, enough to make any Mahayana Cultivator despair, touched the thin layer of grey halo on the surface of the Chaos Dao Palace.

A bizarre scene occurred.

No earth-shattering explosion.

No loud bang of Law collisions.

Not even a single ripple was produced.

The world-destroying beams, the demonic tide, and the golden giant sword were like mud cows entering the sea, or like being absorbed by an invisible giant sponge.

They silently merged into that layer of grey halo and completely disappeared.

Then.

It was gone.

The entire process was so calm it made one's scalp tingle.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still again.

The Wanmo Cave leader's mouth was wide open, the ferocity and madness on his face frozen into a comical expression.

The Cultivators of the Thousand Mechanisms Pavilion stared blankly at the now-dimmed muzzles on their humanoid Magic Treasures, their eyes hollow.

And the Mahayana Perfection Stage old man who had just struck his strongest blow felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, a chill rushing from the soles of his feet straight to his crown.

They finally realized, belatedly, just what kind of terrifying and incomprehensible existence they had provoked.

That was simply not power from the same dimension!

"Escape!"

This thought grew crazily in everyone's minds like a virus.

The Mahayana Perfection Stage old man was the most decisive.

He didn't hesitate at all, not even caring about that incredibly precious True Immortal Remnant Treasure, and spat out another large mouthful of lifeblood.

"Blood Escape Great Technique!"

His body instantly turned into a blinding blood-light, at an unimaginable speed.

He fled madly towards the deeper parts of the Shattered Star Belt, not even daring to look back once.

The second after he moved.

That indifferent, cold voice resounded in everyone's Sea of Consciousness again, like the final sentence of the God of Death.

"Three breaths have passed."

Buzz—

Along with this voice, the grey halo on the surface of the entire Chaos Dao Palace suddenly expanded outwards.

In just an instant, it enveloped the Void Realm for tens of thousands of miles around.

This space seemed to be forcibly cut out from the Great Universe, forming an invisible yet insurmountable cage.

That extremely fast blood-light crashed into this invisible barrier.

It was actually bounced back forcefully, revealing the old man's face once again, filled with shock and despair.

Inside the Chaos Dao Palace, Shen Yuanmo picked up a teacup and gently blew on the steam.

Through the light screen, he looked at the Cultivators outside who were like trapped beasts in a cage, his eyes calm.

"I said."

"I want it all."