838: Chapter 830 The Progenitor of the Black Abyss

Within the golden light that soared into the sky, a figure slowly rose.

Daoist Purple Bamboo stood silently in the Void Realm, surrounded by billions of golden rays, each ray seemingly containing a complete Great Dao Law.

His long hair fluttered without any wind, his robes rustled loudly, and his aura surged wildly at an incredible speed—

First Heaven of the Tongtian Realm!

Second Heaven of the Tongtian Realm!

Third Heaven of the Tongtian Realm!

Fourth Heaven of the Tongtian Realm!

Like a hot knife through butter, without any hindrance!

With every Breakthrough, the light around him grew brighter, and the resonance of the entire world became stronger.

When his aura finally stabilized at the Fourth Heaven of the Tongtian Realm, the light around him was so dazzling that it was impossible to look at directly.

He was like a golden sun, hanging high above the ruined sky of the Immortal Domain.

Xuan Yangzi gazed at the sea of golden light, his eyes also flashing with light as he nodded slowly. "Millions of years of waiting, and today it has finally reached Perfection."

At the front of the crowd, Gu Changge raised his eyes to quietly gaze at the Void Realm.

Others only saw Daoist Purple Bamboo breaking through four Realms in a row, an eternal marvel, but only he could see through the essence within the sky-filling Dao Rhyme.

His Revered Master had completely severed the flawed old Dao of his early years, completing a Nirvana-like destruction and rebirth.

The Dao wounds and Heart Demons accumulated over a million years were completely washed away. The Fourth Heaven of the Tongtian Realm was merely his surface Realm; the depth of his dao foundation far surpassed Cultivators of the same Realm.

Daoist Purple Bamboo slowly opened his eyes.

At that moment, everyone who met his gaze felt as if they were looking at a vast and boundless starry sky, slowly rotating in the depths of those calm eyes.

Millions of years of suppression, endurance, and waiting had all transformed at this moment into a settled composure and depth.

Daoist Purple Bamboo's gaze swept across the crowd, his voice calm yet clearly reaching everyone's ears:

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

There were no unnecessary grand words, nor any emotional outbursts.

Yet within that calm tone lay a reassuring power.

In the next second, the Heavenly Emperor of Absolute Beginning stepped forward, his Emperor Might sweeping across the entire coalition camp as his loud command echoed through heaven and earth:

"Immortal Domain Coalition, all forces form ranks! Campaign against the Black Abyss!"

In an instant, tens of thousands of Immortal Domain soldiers clanked their armor and raised their spears, their uniform, chilling aura piercing straight into the clouds.

With a shift of his body, Daoist Purple Bamboo descended from the sky-filling golden haze, standing directly beside Gu Changge. With light steps, he took the lead, walking into the depths of the chaotic dark mist.

Without a single person hesitating, the entire army followed closely behind.

Streaks of light cut through the ruined sky of the Immortal Domain, densely crossing the chaotic Void Realm.

...

The Black Abyss Realm.

It was vast and boundless, expansive enough to rival the Immortal Domain during its peak in the primeval era.

Yet at this moment, this once-glorious great world was left with nothing but a deathly silence and decay.

The air was filled with a rotting stench—the smell of an entire world slowly dying after its world origin had been drained dry.

Once, the Black Abyss was home to countless races, its devil veins flourished, and the nine main continents within its territory were filled with Spiritual Qi.

But now, the vitality of the entire Realm was nearly zero. The underground veins on the surface were completely withered and broken, and the surface of the earth was covered in a layer of grayish-white weathered debris of the Origin. Every inch of space was filled with the aura of deathly silence and decay.

Scattered demonic beasts on the periphery struggled to survive, not daring to approach the heart of the continents. The entire great world was like a dying old man, on the verge of total collapse at any moment.

The Ninth Main Continent of the Black Abyss, the core zone of the Origin with the highest terrain in the entire Realm.

Deep within the core of the continent, an independent, sealed dimensional space floated above the ruins of the underground veins.

The inner walls of the space were covered in web-like Origin cracks, and the demonic light on the walls was dim. The patterns of the Source-Gathering Array, originally used to gather the world origin, were mostly worn away, and its spiritual light was so weak it was nearly extinguished.

A figure sat cross-legged in the exact center of the space, his body hidden within the thick, dark demonic mist, his stature as towering as a mountain.

Demonic runes crawled all over his limbs and bones, each line revealing grayish-white cracks left by ancient, severe wounds.

His eyes were tightly shut, and a pitch-black Origin aperture at the center of his brow slowly opened and closed. Wisps of extremely thin, transparent Origin currents were forcibly extracted from the surrounding cracks in the underground veins, flowing into his body through the aperture.

Yet the currents were pitifully thin; often, even after a hundred breaths of time, the extracted Origin was not enough to nourish a single minor wound.

This was the Progenitor of the Black Abyss.

A powerhouse who had once walked out of this world to step onto the stage of the myriad heavens.

And the very gravedigger who had personally pushed this world toward its death.

Eighty to ninety percent of the world origin accumulated by the Black Abyss over billions of years had long been devoured by him to recover from his injuries.

"Cough... cough, cough..."

A low coughing sound slowly echoed in the empty underground space.

The Progenitor of the Black Abyss slowly opened his eyes.

They were turbid and cold eyes, with a hint of dissatisfaction and irritation deep within.

"Damn it... the Origin of this world is still too little."

His voice was hoarse and low, like two rough rocks rubbing against each other.

"After millions of years of absorption, I have only recovered twenty percent of my injuries..."

He looked down at his withered hands, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes.

If he were in his prime, why would he need to huddle in this barren land just to survive?

How hateful that in the battle back then, not only did he fail to snatch the seed, but he also suffered a heavy blow and nearly perished on the spot.

If he hadn't fled quickly, he probably would have become a wandering soul in the Chaos long ago.

Unable to return to the Heaven Realm, and with the Immortal Domain already shattered, he could only retreat to this homeland that had nurtured him, relying on devouring his homeland's Origin to prolong his life.

And now, even this homeland was about to be sucked dry by him.

Right at that moment, his brow suddenly furrowed.

An extremely weak yet unmistakable sensation came from the depths of his Divine Soul. The connection between his main body and a Clone he had split off millions of years ago was broken.

The Clone had been destroyed.

The face of the Progenitor of the Black Abyss instantly darkened.

He closed his eyes and began to receive the final information transmitted back before the Clone shattered.

A massive amount of fragmented memories, intense pain in his Divine Soul, and battle scenes rushed into his Sea of Consciousness like a tide.

In the scenes, powerhouses of the Immortal Domain appeared out of nowhere, and his Clone was crushed like dry weeds by a white-robed Heavenly Emperor.

"A mere Heavenly Emperor dares to kill my Clone."

Boom!

A towering rage instantly overwhelmed his mind, and the Ancestor's tightly shut, blood-red vertical pupils snapped open.

Blood-red demonic fire burned fiercely in the depths of his pupils, and a cold, violent killing intent swept through the entire space.

The Heavenly Monarch Realm Origin aura hidden deep within his body subconsciously vented outward. In an instant, the cracks on the inner walls of the space expanded wildly, directly shattering most of them, and his violent demonic might broke through the earth's core, surging straight into the sky of the Black Abyss.

In the outside world, the nine main continents violently shook simultaneously. The ground collapsed on a massive scale, and billions of bottomless ravines instantly tore through the surface.

The ancient demonic clouds above were forcibly dispersed for thousands of miles by the demonic might, revealing the pitch-black, empty outer void behind them.

Every demonic beast and demon general across the entire Realm fell to their knees on all fours, their heads pressed tightly against the ground. Their Divine Souls were crushed by the pressure of the Origin, and they let out whimpers of pain, not even having the right to lift their heads.

In just an instant, the Ancestor's expression changed dramatically as he keenly sensed the abnormal changes in heaven and earth.

"Damn it, I almost forgot—this world cannot withstand the aura of my full release."

If the world completely shattered, he would lose even his last refuge.

The Ancestor dared not hesitate for a moment. Gritting his teeth, he forced his remaining injuries to Seal his own cultivation.

Visibly, the heaven-reaching demonic might that swept across the entire Realm retracted at a terrifying speed, pulling back into his body layer by layer.

The shaking of the earth slowly subsided, the cracked boundary walls slowly healed themselves, and the demonic clouds gathered once more to cover the sky. Yet the tense, deathly silence remaining between heaven and earth could not dissipate for a long time.

The killing intent in the depths of the Ancestor's eyes had not diminished in the slightest, only layered with a suppressed endurance.

"A mere Heavenly Emperor, how could he cross a major Realm to slay my Clone?"

He murmured softly, lightly tapping his knee, a thoughtful light flashing in his eyes.

"He must have... a great secret on him."

Perhaps it was some Heaven-Defying Cultivation Technique, perhaps a supreme treasure, or perhaps, a clue related to that seed.

At this thought, the breathing of the Progenitor of the Black Abyss quickened slightly.