1060: Chapter 1059 Divine Power - Shattering of Myriad Realms

Wu Zhankong's figure flickered within the chaotic currents. He gritted his teeth as bright red blood continuously seeped from the corners of his mouth.

His entire body trembled violently. Beneath his skin, red vital blood and chaotic gray-black currents flashed in alternation, as if he might completely explode at any moment.

But he held on.

Not only did he hold on, he was also actively and slowly moving within the Chaos.

He wasn't fleeing; instead, like a thirsty traveler, he was actively seeking areas where the Chaos Laws were denser, the scouring more intense, yet also contained a 'purer' chaos origin power. He threw himself into these areas for the next round of even more brutal 'smelting.'

Outside the Scar of Chaos.

Elder Wu Tu and the other ten powerhouses maintained the sacrificial formation, but their faces grew increasingly pale, and their auras became weaker and weaker.

Sacrificing essence blood and Divine Soul to summon and maintain the Scar of Chaos was a massive drain on them.

They watched the writhing, pitch-black rift with its churning internal Chaos intently.

Initially, they could feel Wu Zhankong's violent aura thrashing about inside the Scar of Chaos, causing intense fluctuations. However, that aura soon seemed to weaken, becoming completely submerged by the chaos origin.

"It seems... he has been decomposed by the Scar of Chaos."

The powerhouse in the starlight mage robes breathed a sigh of relief, his tone carrying a hint of weary relief.

"Hmph, overestimating his own strength. To actively charge into the Scar of Chaos, how could there be any way to live?"

The one-horned powerhouse snorted coldly, though a trace of relaxation also appeared deep in his eyes.

Lou Mo's brows furrowed slightly; he felt something was not quite right.

The fluctuations of the Scar of Chaos seemed a bit more... 'active' than expected?

Furthermore, within that sense of pure chaotic annihilation, there seemed to be a hint of an extremely faint yet exceptionally resilient... 'order' beginning to sprout?

Was it his imagination?

Just then, a figure suddenly appeared above the Dark Star Auction House. The newcomer was Qing Li, who had recovered somewhat.

She saw the Scar of Chaos as well as Lou Mo and the others, and her pupils instantly constricted. "What happened?"

Lou Mo and the others also noticed Qing Li, and their brows furrowed at her aura.

"Lady Qing Li, who could have injured you like this?"

They had originally thought that the source of the Dark Star Auction House's disturbance, Qing Li, was either absent or in secluded cultivation, which was why Wu Zhankong had found an opportunity.

But looking at Qing Li's current state, she had clearly gone through a major battle and sustained significant injuries.

And Wu Zhankong had only broken through to the fifth stage in front of them, so the person who caused such injuries to Qing Li must definitely be someone else.

Qing Li did not answer. Instead, she looked down at the battle involving Thunder Horn and the others, finally turning her gaze toward the Scar of Chaos.

"He actually managed to make you all pay such a price?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the powerhouses maintaining the Scar of Chaos immediately cast dangerous glances her way.

"Lady Qing Li, your Dark Star Auction House must fully compensate us for our recovery afterward, otherwise...!"

The two-horned powerhouse snorted coldly, the threat in his eyes completely undisguised.

The others felt the same; they had to recoup their losses. After all, they weren't working for free!

Qing Li remained silent for a moment and did not refuse. She knew that if she did, the Dark Star Auction House would surely face joint suppression from these people and their respective forces.

"His corpse must be given to me!"

This was Qing Li's final condition. Wu Zhankong had plundered most of the Dark Star Auction House's inventory. The outside world didn't know yet, so she still had a chance to recover it.

The others looked at each other, knowing that Wu Zhankong likely had something hidden on him, but a dead man was of little use to them.

Conversely, even if they kept the body, with so many people, it would be difficult to reach an agreement, and it might even trigger another fight.

However, just as most people thought Wu Zhankong had already perished and were preparing to slowly withdraw the formation and calm the Scar of Chaos...

Boom!!!

The Scar of Chaos, which had been writhing slowly and seemed about to subside, suddenly expanded outward!

The internal chaotic currents churned even more violently, even emitting a low roar that sounded like the simultaneous screams of billions of living beings!

Then, in the center of that churning Chaos, a point of extremely dazzling, pure red light—like the first ray of dawn piercing through the clouds at the darkest moment before daybreak—suddenly lit up!

Within the light, a blood-soaked figure slowly began to take shape.

His clothes were in tatters, and his exposed skin was covered in a mix of old and new scars. Many wounds were deep enough to show bone, and one could even see his internal organs slowly pulsing.

But his spine was as straight as a spear!

In his hand, that Blood-Colored Battle Blade, which had been on the verge of collapsing, had now completely changed its appearance.

The blade remained crimson but was now heavier and more solid, as if ground from the hardest bones of a Vicious Beast.

The black patterns on the blade no longer shifted; instead, they were deeply imprinted into the blade's body as if they had grown there naturally, forming a profound and ancient totem that faintly exuded a majesty capable of suppressing Chaos and commanding madness.

At the edge of the blade, a thin layer of gray-black light flickered, as if it could cut through Chaos itself!

Wu Zhankong slowly raised his head. One of his eyes still burned with fierce Battle Intent, while the other... had seemingly turned into a constantly rotating purple vortex—deep, chaotic, yet carrying a soul-sinking coldness!

He spoke, his voice hoarse but possessing a clanging metallic quality that pierced through the roar of the Scar of Chaos, clearly reaching the ears of every powerhouse outside.

"The taste isn't bad."

"Is there more?"

Looking at Wu Zhankong, who now resembled a vengeful ghost crawled out of Hell, Qing Li and the others showed expressions of horror. They admitted that even they might not have been able to break free from those Chaos dao marks.

Yet Wu Zhankong had not only done it, he seemed to have undergone some kind of transformation, and his aura had become even more dangerous.

"Lord!"

In the eyes of Thunder Horn and the others below, who had been so desperate they were ready to self-detonate, a fanatical look of finding life in a dead end erupted as they saw that dazzling, stalwart figure in the sky.

"Wu Zhankong!"

Killing intent burst from Qing Li's eyes. It was because of him that her Dark Star Auction House had fallen to such a state.

"Heh, do you regret not killing me back then?"

Boom!!!

Wu Zhankong's words were like a clap of thunder, instantly igniting the frozen atmosphere on the scene.

"Die!"

The killing intent in Qing Li's eyes almost solidified. Her face, originally pale from injury, flushed with a sickly crimson due to extreme rage.

The residual starlight around her body suddenly boiled, and a terrifying fluctuation, far more resolute and desperate than before, erupted!

"Divine Ability—Myriad Realms Shatter!"

Qing Li shrieked, her hands forming seals as she violently pushed forward.

With this strike, she not only used all her remaining power but also did not hesitate to trigger the unstable Origin dao injuries within her body. She was willing to risk damaging her Foundation to completely erase this enemy who had brought her endless humiliation and loss!