554: Chapter 554 The King Descends, Suppressing with a Single Thought

When that Chaos Dao Palace, so magnificent it defied all description, slowly revealed its true form from within that cross-shaped spatial rift...

The Heavenly Dao Laws of the entire Chiming Realm let out a sharp, overburdened wail.

Crack... Snap...

That was the sound of the Chiming Realm's Heavenly Dao Laws splintering!

All the rules between heaven and earth—the rotation of the Five Elements, the flow of Spiritual Qi, even the boundary between light and dark...

All began to grow viscous and sluggish, like an ancient machine on the verge of breakdown letting out its final groan.

A terrifying pressure, exceeding the cognitive limits of the beings in this realm, was not even intentionally released.

Merely the aftershocks of its existence itself were like billions of primordial divine mountains crashing down!

Outside Qingzhou City, the black ocean composed of a million demons instantly froze.

"Argh..."

*Pfft—*

There were no Spells, no attacks.

It was just pure suppression of status, originating from a higher level of life.

Hundreds of thousands of low-tier Yao Beasts and Ghost Soldiers didn't even have time to scream.

Their bodies were burst by that invisible pressure, turning into puddles of blurred flesh and blood.

As for those with slightly higher cultivation, the Yao Kings and Ghost Kings at the Golden Core and Nascent Soul levels, their situation was even more wretched.

The bones in their bodies emitted dense popping sounds like beans being fried!

"Crack! Crack crack crack!"

Whether it was the arrogant Yao Kings or the monstrously fierce Ghost Commanders, at this moment, they were all like chicks whose necks were pinned down by an invisible giant hand.

Their knees buckled, and they were uncontrollably pressed firmly to the ground in total prostration; even moving a single finger became a luxury.

Their Yao Cores wailed, their Ghost Souls trembled, and their Dao Hearts collapsed.

It was a fear originating from the very Origin of life, the humility and despair of an ant looking up at a god, without even the qualification to lift its head.

Atop the demon clouds, on the altar of white bones.

The Master of the Netherworld Path, the Soul Transformation Stage Nether Lord, still had the arrogance and cruelty from a second ago hanging on his face.

Now, it had been completely replaced by an emotion called fear that penetrated deep into his marrow.

Every bone in his body was creaking, and blood seeped from the surface of his skin—a sign that his Physical Body was about to collapse.

What horrified him even more was that his Soul Transformation magic power, which he took pride in and which was enough to run rampant in the Southern Border...

Was now like frozen ice, completely solidified in his Dantian Sea of Qi, unable to be mobilized in the slightest!

He exhausted all his strength just to barely lift his eyelids a fraction and look toward the silhouette in the firmament casting an endless shadow.

What was that thing?

A Magic Treasure?

No!

It was impossible for such a powerful, such a terrifying creation to exist in the Chiming Realm!

"What level of power is this?!"

The Nether Lord's Divine Soul was screaming madly; his dignity and arrogance as a Soul Transformation Stage Cultivator were crushed to pieces at this moment.

"Void Returning? No, that's not right! I was once fortunate enough to see the phantom image of a Void Returning Old Ancestor in an ancient record, and they definitely didn't have this kind of prestige. Could it be a True Immortal descending to the mortal world?"

A thought that even he found absurd and trembling uncontrollably welled up in his heart.

On the city walls.

Shen Qiming and Shen Zongdao had already steeled their resolve for death, but now they froze in place, their minds reeling.

Like all the other Shen Family clansmen, they looked up with mouths agape, their brains completely blank.

The scene before them had completely exceeded the limits of their lifelong imagination.

The shadow cast by just one protruding corner of that giant ship covered half of the Southern Border.

They couldn't even see its full appearance; as far as the eye could reach...

Was all the cold hull of the ship, flowing with chaotic colors and engraved with profound dao runes they couldn't understand.

It was a myth, an epic, a mobile divine kingdom walking among the sea of stars!

Amidst this deathly silence where all things lost their voices and all living beings lost their senses.

Beneath the Chaos Dao Palace, at the core position of the ship's bottom.

A brilliant and dazzling, yet gentle and non-piercing pillar of light slowly descended.

Within the pillar of light, a figure stood with hands behind his back and took a step forward.

There were no earth-shaking phenomena, no pomp of celestial music.

He simply appeared in the sky above Qingzhou City, just like that.

Dressed in white, untainted by a speck of dust.

Ink-black hair draped over his shoulders, moving without wind.

His face seemed to have no change compared to a hundred years ago; he was still just as handsome.

But those eyes of his were no longer the clear and resolute ones of the past.

What kind of eyes were those...

Deep, indifferent, and calm.

As if they contained the birth and death of stars, the Reincarnation of the Universe.

He stood in the Void Realm with hands behind his back, his cold gaze sweeping over the million demons below who were suppressed and unable to move.

Then, he spoke.

His voice wasn't loud, yet it clearly resounded in the depths of every living being's Divine Soul.

"Those who offend my Shen Family shall die."

A flat tone, without any killing intent, without any emotion.

Yet it was like a supreme legal decree, an inviolable oracle from the Nine Heavens!

The moment his voice fell.

Shen Yuanmo did not use any Spells, nor did he perform any hand seals.

He didn't even lift a finger.

He just calmly released a trace of Divine Sense belonging to the Half-Step Immortal Soul level.

Hum—!

An invisible ripple, unseen by the naked eye, centered on Shen Yuanmo and lightly swept across the entire battlefield.

There was no earth-shaking explosion.

There were no heart-wrenching screams.

Outside Qingzhou City, that dense, black army of demons stretching for hundreds of miles.

From the lowest Ghost Soldiers to the arrogant Yao Kings.

Even that peak Soul Transformation Nether Lord who was just guessing about a True Immortal descending.

The movements of all living beings eerily stagnated in this instant.

The violent, bloodthirsty, and fearful light in their eyes simultaneously lost focus, becoming hollow and vacant.

Immediately following.

Whoosh...

A light breeze blew by.

That million-strong allied demon army, that terrifying force enough to trample the entire Southern Border.

Their physical bodies, their armor, their weapons...

In that light breeze, they silently turned into flying ash that filled the sky.

Not a single trace was left behind.

As if they had never existed.

One breath.

It took only one breath's time.

Outside Qingzhou City, that Shura field covered in demon clouds and ghostly mist, where the sounds of slaughter had shaken the heavens, was directly and completely wiped away.

Leaving only a patch of barren scorched earth eroded by Death Qi, and that bone altar that was still burning but had lost its target of attack.

The entire scene was deathly silent.

On the city walls, the eyeballs of tens of thousands of Shen Family clansmen were about to pop out of their sockets.

What did they see?

A miracle?

No, even a miracle couldn't describe a fraction of the scene just now!

With one word, a million-strong army was destroyed!

What kind of great power was this!

Under everyone's dumbfounded gaze, Shen Yuanmo's figure slowly descended.

Finally, he landed on the city wall, in front of Shen Qiming and Shen Zongdao.

That cold gaze, enough to make even the stars tremble, instantly softened when he saw those familiar and aged faces.

All the sharpness and indifference vanished without a trace, leaving only endless warmth and guilt.

Father and son, separated by long years, finally reunited at this moment.

Shen Qiming stared blankly at his son before him, his body trembling violently and uncontrollably.

Not because of fear, but because of an unspeakable excitement.

He opened his mouth, his parched lips quivering, but he couldn't make any sound.

Turbid old tears gushed out like a bursting dam.

He reached out that hand, still bleeding and covered in scars, wanting to touch him, yet not daring to.

As if what was before him was just a dream that was too beautiful.

“Yuan Mo?”

Finally, from deep within his throat, he squeezed out a few hoarse and distorted words.

“Is it really you?!”