234: Chapter 234 The Burial Ground Descends

However, that omnipresent Death Qi of extinction clung to the phantom of the Demon God like maggots on bones, frantically eroding his demonic power and emitting a "hissing" sound of dissolution—

Under the scouring of the Death Qi, the outline of the Demon God's phantom became increasingly blurred, as if it would collapse and vanish into nothingness at any moment!

"Madman!"

He cursed under his breath, his gaze sharp as a blade, scanning the frenzied Li Chengsi with eyes full of killing intent and wariness—at this moment, he dared not harbor the slightest bit of contempt.

"Hahaha! It's too late! It's all too late!"

Li Chengsi threw his head back and laughed wildly, his laughter filled with madness and despair, while black-red blood gushed from his seven orifices—this was a sign of the backlash from the Death Qi and his Meridians being shattered inch by inch, a shocking sight!

His body kept cracking under the erosion of the Death Qi, chunks of flesh falling from his bones to reveal stark white skeletal structures, yet the madness in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest; instead, it burned even brighter, like the fires of Hell:

"With my broken body, I summon the projection of the Burial Land! Being able to drag you so-called Prodigies down to the grave with me, it's worth it!"

His gaze, like poison-tempered steel needles, locked onto Xuanyuan Zhanxian. The resentment and pleasure contained within seemed as if they would pierce through Xuanyuan Zhanxian's Divine Soul—

That was the hatred accumulated over countless years, the obsession to destroy the heavens and earth, erupting completely at this moment, unstoppable like a volcanic eruption!

"Especially you, Xuanyuan Zhanxian!"

Xuanyuan Zhanxian leaned on his zhuxian sword, struggling to stand upright. The light on the zhuxian sword was dim, as if it too were suppressed by this Death Qi.

The aura of extinction permeating the heavens and earth pressed down on his shoulders like a mountain weighing billions of jun, making every breath extremely difficult. Waves of tearing pain radiated from his chest, as if he were being torn apart alive.

The backlash from the zhuxian sword shadow had not yet subsided, and his internal Meridians were already riddled with holes. Now, combined with this extreme environmental pressure, his spiritual power was almost exhausted. His face was as pale as paper, his lips cracked, and blood dripped continuously from the corners of his mouth—he had already reached the edge of exhaustion, as if he would collapse at any moment.

But his eyes remained sharp.

Like sparks remaining in burnt-out ashes, he stared fixedly at Li Chengsi, refusing to retreat even a fraction—that was the pride belonging to a Prodigy, an unyielding will that would rather die than surrender.

Eighteenth Prince Wu Zhenkan, Jian Tanghuang, Chu Zhanxiao, and the others were even paler than paper. Their spiritual power circulated frantically as they resisted the erosion of the Death Qi with all their might, but in the face of this Heaven and Earth-level power of extinction, their resistance was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot—appearing so pale and weak, vulnerable to a single blow!

Their protective spiritual light dimmed rapidly under the scouring of the Death Qi, and wisps of Death Qi invaded their bodies, causing their blood and Qi to surge and their Meridians to ache unbearably—as if countless steel needles were churning inside them, causing excruciating pain!

"We cannot sit here and wait for death!"

Fentian roared, his voice filled with unwillingness and anger. He suddenly summoned a small flame cauldron; the body of the cauldron was engraved with intricate flame runes, emitting a scorching aura, as if it would burn the heavens and earth to ashes.

The Nanming Li Fire spewed from the mouth of the cauldron was crimson, its temperature high enough to burn mountains and boil seas. Ordinary demons and ghosts would be incinerated upon contact, and it could even burn a hole through the Void Realm.

But when this raging spiritual fire met the pure Death Qi of extinction, it was like a spark falling into an icy sea, instantly extinguished—not even a ripple was raised, leaving only a negligible wisp of smoke that was quickly swallowed by the Death Qi and vanished without a trace!

Fentian spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with unbelievable despair—the Nanming Li Fire he was so proud of was actually so vulnerable in the face of the Death Qi of extinction!

The long sword in Jian Tanghuang's hand let out a clear, ringing cry, and countless silver-white sword shadows circled her body, quickly forming an ancient sword formation. The sword light flickered like a pouring galaxy, attempting to block the erosion of the Death Qi—this was her trump card, yet at this moment, it appeared so weak.

But the Death Qi of extinction was pervasive, constantly pounding against the sword formation like a tide, causing the sword formation to shake violently and emit a "humming" cry of sorrow—the light of the sword shadows grew dimmer and dimmer, already tottering and ready to collapse at any moment!

Second Prince Wu Yuanchen, standing to the side, was even worse off; he spat out blood directly, staggered back several steps, his aura withered and his face as pale as paper—clearly, he had suffered serious internal injuries, and even standing had become difficult!

Just at this moment when despair was spreading and all living things were about to fall silent—from the depths of the rolling earth came a low, ancient heartbeat that seemed to span endless time and space!

Thump!

This heartbeat did not come from a living being, but from the core of the source of extinction, like the beating of a world-destroying war drum, dull and powerful, resounding through the heavens and earth—each beat seemed to strike the hearts of everyone, shaking their spirits violently!

Everyone's heart uncontrollably jumped violently along with it, as if it were about to break free from their chests!

Those with slightly weaker cultivation immediately went black before the eyes, their blood and Qi surged in reverse, and they almost fainted; even Prodigies like Fentian and Jian Tanghuang felt a palpitation, their Divine Souls trembling, and the speed at which they circulated their spiritual power slowed down by a few points—as if they were awestruck by this heartbeat!

Immediately following this, in the center of the countless abyss cracks, a piece of "soil" that was deeper, darker, and seemed to have condensed the ultimate nothingness of the Universe slowly rose.

It was not a physical entity, had no fixed form, and was like a flowing ink-colored nebula, yet it emitted a power of annihilation that made the heavens and earth submit to it—this was the manifestation of the Law, the embodiment of the concepts of "burial" and "ending"—the Burial Land projection!

The moment the Burial Land appeared, time and space seemed to be frozen!

Light was completely swallowed, and even the most brilliant spiritual light could not linger in front of it for a moment!

Sound was annihilated, and all wails, roars, and sword cries disappeared without a trace at this moment. Only dead silence remained between heaven and earth, a silence like death!

Even thinking became sluggish, and everyone felt their Divine Soul bound by an invisible force, making it difficult to operate, leaving only bone-deep fear—as if they were about to be completely buried by this Burial Land!

An indescribable great terror and great annihilation enveloped everyone's minds. This was a fear stemming from the instinct of life, the powerlessness against the end, and the despair of death.

"It's over..."

Some Cultivators who had followed the Prodigies closed their eyes in despair, tears mixed with blood sliding from the corners of their eyes, their voices filled with despair and unwillingness.

In the face of such power of heaven and earth, individual strength appeared so insignificant, like a grain of sand in the vast sea, completely unable to stir up any waves—they could only watch helplessly as death descended!

Saint Son Yao Wuyue's eyes flickered, and the composure he had before was long gone from his heart, replaced by deep fear and wariness.

His fingers quietly tightened, and in the palm of his hand appeared a feather wreathed in nine-colored rays of light. The rays were soft yet resilient, faintly able to resist the erosion of the Death Qi; it was clearly some kind of ancient secret treasure—his trump card for saving his life, which he would never use easily unless absolutely necessary.

He stared fixedly at the Burial Land projection, ready at any moment to use his trump card to escape this desperate situation—at this moment, he only wanted to leave this place of trouble as quickly as possible, even if it meant giving up everything.

Saintess Long Yue also quickly formed seals with her jade hands, and a bright moon mark slowly emerged between her brows, emitting a cold and blazing light, like a bright lamp in the darkness, attempting to dispel this endless darkness.

She invoked some kind of forbidden power within her, and the moon-essence Dao rhythm around her body surged instantly. The originally weak moonlight became unprecedentedly brilliant, like a miniature bright moon floating above her head—attempting to pierce through this eternal darkness and bring a glimmer of life, a glimmer of hope, to everyone!

But the power of annihilation emitted by the Burial Land projection was too terrifying; the light like a bright moon could only barely support itself, and it could be completely swallowed by the darkness at any moment—that glimmer of weak hope seemed as if it would be extinguished at any moment!

Everyone's Divine Soul was trembling violently under the world-destroying pressure, as if it would shatter inch by inch in the next second.

Li Chengsi's mad act of burning his Dao foundation and spilling his essence blood had already jumped out of the shackles of mortal struggles—this was the death intent accumulated by the Eternal Graveyard over countless epochs breaking through the walls and surging wildly, a fleeting glimpse of the Burial Land Origin tearing through the curtain of time and space—a desperate sacrifice that even the Heavenly Dao would have to look sideways at!

The pitch-black Death Qi rolled into sky-covering waves, carrying with it the shrill wails of billions of withered bones, the wails piercing through the past and present, as if coming from the eternal abyss of annihilation.

The Laws of heaven and earth were twisted and shattered under this world-destroying power, emitting groans of being unable to bear the load; the sun, moon, and stars were swallowed by the Death Qi and vanished without light—the whole world was like being grabbed by an invisible hand, slowly being dragged into eternal darkness from which there is no return!

However—just at the moment when the Burial Land projection solidified like a prison, and that pitch-black ghostly claw covering half the sky was covered in hideous bone spurs, with fingertips wreathed in the power of dead silence capable of annihilating all life, about to tear through the firmament and drag everyone into eternal damnation—the Guardian beside Saint Son Yao Wuyue, who had always been reticent and whose aura was as obscure as an abyss—suddenly raised his head!