602: Chapter 602 A single outburst of anger can destroy a star field!

This is an ant.

No.

Not an ordinary ant.

This is a giant ant with a body of gilded gold, its stature as towering as a mountain. Molten gold-like luster flows across its carapace, and every single streak looks like a Law imprint carved by the hands of ancient gods.

Its six legs, like pillars supporting the heavens, are rooted in the Void Realm; with every step it takes, visible ripples spread through space.

The two antennae atop its head wind like golden Dragons, and as they sway gently, they tear the surrounding darkness into fragments.

Most suffocating of all are its compound eyes—

What is reflected in the billions of facets is not ordinary scenery, but rotating nebulae, collapsing black holes, and the birth and death of galaxies, as if the rise and fall of the entire Universe are contained within them.

Heavenly Horned Ant.

A vicious insect that ran rampant in the Chaos during the Ancient Era, a creature that tears apart the Dao Law with pure strength.

Legend says that at its Peak, it could verify the Dao with strength, opening the heavens with one punch and splitting the earth with one kick—it is the recognized Incarnation of the "Ultimate Realm of Strength" in the Myriad Heavens and Worlds!

And this—

Heavenly Horned Ant Precious Technique.

Ancient Precious Technique!

These four words exploded like a thunderclap within the Sea of Consciousness of every observer!

Ancient Precious Technique, what a distant and taboo existence this is?

In that great war of ancient gods and demons that buried an entire era and caused countless orthodoxies to vanish into ashes, the Legacy of the Ancient Precious Technique and ancient god-demon Martial Skills were severed together.

The fires of war burned everything—Cultivation Techniques, secret scriptures, Bloodline imprints, and even the Dao pattern fragments carved into mountains and veins of the earth were wiped clean by that catastrophe.

From then on, the Ancient Precious Technique became a legend among legends, the most unreachable few strokes in the classics.

The ancient collections of all races recorded the same conclusion: the Ancient Precious Technique is severed, and ancient Martial Skills are extinct.

Nowadays in this world, if anyone can still hold that Legacy from the ancient prehistoric times, there are only two possibilities—

Either it is those super clans that remain sealed from the world with unfathomable foundations, having protected some remnant scripture with their eternal clan fortune;

Or it is those ancient Forbidden Grounds, listed as forbidden areas where even Earth Immortal stage Cultivators dare not step, guarding the remnant soul of some ancient relic in the dead silence.

And regardless of which one it is, both are existences at the very Peak of this world.

They are behemoths that tower above all forces—a single thought can destroy a Sect, and a single rage can topple a Star Domain!

An ordinary Cultivator might not see the display of an Ancient Precious Technique in their entire life—this is a taboo technique that belongs exclusively to those standing at the summit of all races!

But at this moment—

A little-known woman in orange clothing, right there in the abyss fissure, before everyone's eyes, has unleashed an Ancient Precious Technique!

How could this not be shocking?!

"Heavenly Horned Ant... Ancient Precious Technique..."

In the distant Void Realm, the pupils of that Yao Race tiger-shaped strongman shrank into two thin lines, and the muscles on his tiger-striped face twitched uncontrollably.

He has cultivated for decades, experienced countless bloody battles, and has never had such a moment of losing his composure.

He instinctively took half a step back—not because he feared that power, but because the weight represented by the four words "Ancient Precious Technique" itself made him unable to breathe!

"Impossible... The Legacy of the Ancient Precious Technique was severed long ago... How is it possible that she..."

He muttered to himself, his tiger claws digging deep into his palms, blood dripping, yet he was completely unaware.

On the other side, the complexion of the Blood Race Prodigy was ugly to the extreme.

He also came from an ancient race with deep foundations, and the surviving classics of his clan had a few words recorded about the Ancient Precious Technique—every sentence carried stern warnings like "Do not provoke" and "Retreat upon encountering."

Those records were not alarmist—any existence who masters an Ancient Precious Technique has forces behind them sufficient to erase their entire race from the world, leaving not even ashes behind!

"Super clan... or an ancient Forbidden Ground..."

He stared fixedly at Luo Xiaojiu's back, his voice as hoarse as if he had swallowed broken glass:

"This girl... what is her background exactly?!"

He searched rapidly in his mind, going through all known super clans and ancient Forbidden Grounds that might possess the Heavenly Horned Ant Legacy—

But he found that none of them matched.

The inheritor of the Heavenly Horned Ant Ancient Precious Technique was a blank slate in all known information.

This meant—

Either she came from some hidden existence that had never revealed its trump cards.

Or...

Her background was even more unfathomable than all known super clans and ancient Forbidden Grounds.

Regardless of which one, it was enough to make everyone present feel wary!

And at this moment, what was surging in Luo Xiaojiu's blood vessels was precisely this violent and extreme Legacy from the ancient past!

She floated in the Void Realm, her orange clothing snapping in the agitation of power.

The golden Qi and blood originally surrounding her body slowly retracted, replaced by a more primitive and essential fluctuation—

This fluctuation had no color, no attributes, and not even traces of the Dao.

It simply existed.

Like the chaotic explosion at the beginning of the creation of the world, it was the most primitive "Strength" itself before all things were born!

"Heavenly Horned Ant... Ultimate Realm of Strength..."

Luo Xiaojiu whispered, her voice very soft, yet it made the entire Void Realm resonate!

She slowly raised her right hand, her five fingers closing.

This simple action caused the space within a thousand miles to begin to twist and groan!

Black, spiderweb-like fissures cracked open in the nothingness—these were wounds caused by space being unable to withstand the leakage of pure strength!

Behind her, a golden ant shadow that stood between heaven and earth slowly emerged.

That shadow roared silently toward the sky—

The entire abyss fissure was trembling!

Opposite, Blood Butcher's three-zhang blood-colored body stiffened.

His monstrous blood flames of the Void Refining Early Stage were now like a flickering candle in a storm, dimming and brightening uncertainly.

The fear originating from instinct was like ice water drenching his Divine Soul—this was the trembling of a lower life form facing a predator at the top of the food chain, the despair of an ant looking up at a mountain!

His blood-colored sharp claws hung in mid-air—

He actually dared not strike down for a moment!

But what alarmed him even more was not the pressure of that pure strength.

It was the three words "Ancient Precious Technique."

Blood Butcher was not an ordinary Cultivator.

He was the most dazzling Prodigy of the Blood Race of this generation, and the Legacy within his clan was far more ancient and profound than that of ordinary forces.

He knew what the Ancient Precious Technique meant—

It was not just power, but an identity token engraved with supreme foundation.

Any existence who masters an Ancient Precious Technique has standing behind them a terrifying force capable of looking down upon all races!

Was his Blood Race strong?

Of course it was strong.

The Blood Race had been established for a hundred thousand years, with experts as numerous as clouds, and their foundation was deep enough to crush ninety-nine percent of forces; looking across the Myriad Heavens and Worlds, they could be considered an overlord.

But in front of those super clans that remain sealed from the world and ancient Forbidden Grounds?

Not enough.

Far from enough.

This was a level he could not reach no matter how hard he tried, an existence that the Blood Race might not be able to shake even a fraction with all their might!

If any sleeping Old Ancestor of a super clan were to wake up, it would be enough to erase the Blood Race from the world!

The ancient Forbidden Grounds were even more of a taboo that even Saints dared not provoke—it is said that within those Forbidden Grounds sleep blood-colored vicious creatures that survived the ancient god-demon war, each one possessing the power to destroy a Star Domain!

Blood Butcher's eyes changed.

In these blood-red pupils, the ferocity remained, but there was a hint of something that had never appeared before—

Wary.

He stared at Luo Xiaojiu, as if re-examining the woman he had originally regarded as an ant.

Who exactly was she?

The Blood Race's intelligence network spread across the Myriad Heavens, yet there had never been any record of this woman in orange.

An existence capable of unleashing an Ancient Precious Technique could never be unknown—unless the force behind her had deliberately hidden all traces of her.

And this capability itself meant a behemoth far beyond his imagination!

"Stop playing tricks!"

Blood Butcher roared—

It was to bolster his courage, and also to sever the timidity growing in his heart.

No, he could not retreat!

He was a Prodigy of the Blood Race, with the glory of a hundred thousand years of undying Bloodline behind him—if he were to retreat because of a mere Ancient Precious Technique, what face would he have to return to his clan?!

Furthermore—

He was not sure.

The Ancient Precious Technique had been severed for a long time; perhaps this was just some imitation technique mimicking the Heavenly Horned Ant's power, perhaps she had just luckily obtained a thread of a remnant Legacy...

He had to test it!

He must personally test the depth of this punch!

Blood Qi burned crazily, his blood-colored sharp claws expanded again, and a continuously collapsing black light sphere condensed at the tip of his claws—this was the Soul-Devouring Blood Thunder he had refined, which had once annihilated the Primordial Spirit of a Cultivator of the same rank in one blow!

The sharp claws tore through the Void Realm, carrying an aura of destruction—

And slammed down with a boom!