142: Chapter 142 The True King in Yellow

Above the Hall of Supreme Harmony, the wing membranes of ten Byakhee trembled in unison.

The light of Aldebaran surged violently, and that star was no longer a star, but an eye.

A vertical pupil split open right at the center of the star, and bright yellow invisible entities gushed out from the depths of the pupil, slowly flowing down along the arc of the firmament, like a pierced heart bleeding in the Void Realm.

No one could see it, yet everyone could see it.

What was that?

It did not exist yet existed, had no color yet had color.

Wherever the light plasma flowed, space itself began to be peeled away and replaced.

Patch after patch of deep space star seas seeped in from the peeled areas; that was the Star Domain of Aldebaran, the eternally burning dark flames on that black celestial body in Taurus, the silt accumulated for hundreds of millions of years at the bottom of Lake Hali.

That silt silently seeped out from the cracks in the sky, viscous, pitch-black, shimmering with a fine dark golden glow, flowing down along the flying eaves of the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

Wherever it passed, the glazed tiles silently rotted into ashes, the vermilion pillars turned dark gold, and the starry sky grew wildly in the bright yellow flame and withered instantly, leaving countless distorted textures, like the traces of sealed worms struggling on the stone.

A tattered bright yellow robe hem hung down from the crack in the sky.

That patch of robe hem was wide, covering half of the firmament; the edges of the robe were torn into countless jagged shreds, silently brushing past the flying eaves and bracket sets of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, brushing past the pitch-black water surface of the moat, and brushing over the heads of every still-standing Cultivator on the square.

His body was still on the other side of the sky.

That yellow robe was merely His precursor before descent.

Was that a 'finger'?

It silently reached out from the crack, every knuckle slightly bent at an unnatural angle.

The surface of the finger was covered with a layer of bright yellow light film; beneath the light film was neither skin nor bone, but a churning mass of iridescent light mist?

That was not right, was there even a finger?

Broken star clusters silently rotated, collapsed, and regenerated inside the knuckles, each birth and destruction more frantic and disorderly than the previous round.

The finger pressed against the Void Realm, just like pressing on an old drum surface.

Centered on that finger, a circle of visible spatial ripples spread in all directions. Wherever the ripples passed, all the bluestone slabs on the square turned bright yellow. The Cultivators stepping on them looked down to see that the soles of their boots were sinking downwards at a slow speed, sinking deep into that layer of bright yellow substance—it was silently absorbing all solid existence around it.

The second hand also reached out.

Both hands gripped the edges of the sky crack simultaneously, and the crack was slowly propped open from both sides. More bright yellow light plasma gushed out from the depths of the crack, pouring down along the firmament and forming a silent waterfall above the square of the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

All the stellar remnants within the Star Domain of Aldebaran that had been devoured by The King in Yellow were crushed, kneaded, and stirred back into a pulpy state, and dumped onto the tiny square of the Hall of Supreme Harmony in Jiuzhou.

Then, a huge, churning, incomprehensible bright yellow protoplasm squeezed out from the crack.

It had no fixed form; this Clone of the Lord of the Deep Space Star Sea was a dense core formed by stirring countless dissolved celestial remnants together.

Huge irregular bubble-like protrusions constantly swelled on the surface of the core, and whenever each bubble-like protrusion burst, a thick bright yellow mist would overflow from the inside.

The mist was mixed with countless extremely tiny fragments.

That was stardust, bones, and the world remnants devoured and regurgitated by Him.

A humanoid figure draped in tattered yellow robes slowly rose from that mass of protoplasm, standing above the Void Realm, looking down condescendingly at the square of the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

His hood was pulled down low, covering His entire face.

Hastur's projection first arrived on the ground, and then condensed into The King in Yellow.

The Cultivators on the square were collapsing.

Several Third Realm Disciples in the front row collapsed directly onto the ground, tearing at their own eyelids with both hands.

The crystalline lenses inside their eyeballs flowed out mixed with blood and vitreous humor.

Their screams were incomparably sharp.

It sounded like someone slowly sliding a rusted piece of metal across a eunuch's vocal cords.

It was like a broken stringed instrument being used as a saw.

A Fourth Realm Cultivator knelt on the ground, holding his head with both hands, repeatedly chanting the same sentence in his mouth.

"The King in Yellow The King in Yellow The King in Yellow The King in Yellow"

The more he chanted, the faster it became; the more he chanted, the sharper it got, continuing without stopping even when the corners of his mouth tore and blood oozed out.

His tongue seemed to split into three petals, turning into the shape of the yellow sign.

The Sect Master of Taixuan Sect retreated two steps, his Divine Sense at the Peak of the Seventh Realm, which had transformed into the rules of heaven and earth, being completely overwhelmed the moment he faced the Clone of The King in Yellow.

He could not sense any spiritual power fluctuations!

Its very existence had already surpassed the scope of spiritual power perception.

The Clone of The King in Yellow did not attack; He merely stood there, standing above the Hall of Supreme Harmony, standing under the gaze of Aldebaran, standing right in the center of the summoning array woven by the wing membranes of ten Byakhee.

The tattered bright yellow robe hem cast a reflection on the imperial city moat which was like Black Water Lake, and the river water began to silently turn black and thick the moment the reflection touched it.

The koi fish in the moat rolled over to show their white bellies in the darkness, and then turned into extremely tiny bright yellow light spots, sucked into the vertical pupil of Aldebaran deep within the firmament.

On the stone steps in front of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, that stone slab dried by Xie Feng using his abdominal cavity flames was silently throbbing.

Before his eyes was the true descent of The King in Yellow Himself.

Even Xie Feng had to undergo a mental appraisal at this moment.

The yellow sign on his neck faintly vanished...

"Resisting the gaze of the Old Ones turned out to be resisting Yourself?!"

Only at this moment did Xie Feng realize who this yellow sign was actually resisting.

That bright yellow mark right in the center of the stone slab was completely activated, rising and falling in sync with that bright yellow figure in the sky, and every throbbing would cause the bright yellow substance on the square to spread wider and thicker.

Zhou Shudan had long since passed out.

Xie Feng stood on the stone steps, slammed the cold crystal blind staff heavily onto the ground, and the corners of his mouth beneath the veil curled up gently.

He turned his face toward the direction of the Sect Master of Taixuan Sect, lowered his voice into a casual and punchable tone, and slowly spoke:

"Who was it just now saying they wanted to stage a coup? Shout it out once more and let my Yellow Brother hear?"

As he spoke, he raised the blind staff and gently pointed the tip of the staff toward the bright yellow figure in the sky, as if introducing a new friend to an old acquaintance.

The Sect Master of Taixuan Sect did not answer, but only took a fourth step back.

The Clone of The King in Yellow slowly raised His right hand, and the tattered yellow robe sleeves slid off His arm, revealing that churning mass of iridescent light mist.

His finger pointed into the Void Realm, and a bright yellow column of light silently descended from His fingertip, landing right in the center of the square of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, like a needle falling onto the surface of a silent lake.

Ripples spread out, and every Cultivator touched by the ripples crawled down.

Prostrating themselves entirely.

That was not suppression.

Merely instinct.

Something older than fear, more instinctive than belief gripped the entire body of the Cultivator.

After all...

In front of the Lord of the Deep Space Star Sea, standing was a privilege.