57: Chapter 57 I Actually Inherited the Bloodline of the Ancestor of World Destruction

"Boom!!"

When those nine dragon tails, flowing with the pale-gray aura of extinction, shattered that layer of rock wall and touched the Immortal Dao laws overflowing from the tianhuang great halberd...

It was not just this Demon Transformation Cave, nor was it just this Kunpeng Nest.

Even the rules of the Eight Regions of the Lower Realm and the Daoist traditions of the Three Thousand Provinces in the Upper Realm felt, in that instant, a great terror originating from the depths of their souls!

This was a pull of causality.

The ancestral bloodline of the Nine-Nether Ao belonged to the taboo of the "Emperor" realm.

Once awakened, even if it were only a spark, it would be enough to illuminate the dark passage long buried by time.

The heavens shook!

In that instant, above the firmament of the Lower Realm, the originally clear sky instantly turned into a grayish, deathly color.

All thunder vanished, and all winds ceased. The laws of the Great Dao seemed to have encountered a natural enemy, trembling and curling up.

And on the other shore of space-time, far beyond measurement.

The Boundary Sea.

It was a vast ocean composed of countless broken universes.

There was no concept of time here; every surge of a wave represented the rise, fall, and destruction of an epoch.

This was the burial ground of Immortal Kings, the final destination for the strong, and the source of darkness.

Deep within the Boundary Sea, in a broken great universe that had long been withered and was floating with countless stellar remains.

This place had been dead silent for hundreds of millions of years; not even light could escape.

However, at the very second the ancestral bloodline within Wang Teng awakened.

"Thump."

From the depths of this broken great universe, a slight ripple suddenly arrived.

This ripple was extremely light, just like a pebble thrown into an abyss.

Yet it was also extremely heavy, heavy enough to make this long-dead great universe, in an instant... experience a final, brilliant resurgence!

Countless broken stars began to reorganize, and the withered star rivers once again lit up with a dim, dark glow.

At the very core of that universe, a wisp of gray mist slowly rose.

Within that mist, there seemed to be a pair of withered, dead eyes, separated by the endless dam of the Boundary Sea.

Separated by the long river of time, they slightly... moved.

That was a wisp of supreme Dao intent left behind by the World-Destroying Elder when he fell into slumber years ago.

It sensed it.

It sensed that in that forgotten, barren land (the Lower Realm), a newborn bloodline, originating from the same source as itself and of extremely high purity, had actually been born!

"Hmm... Who is it... awakening my true name?"

"Nine-Nether... descendant..."

An obscure ripple, impossible to describe with language, ignored the storms of the Boundary Sea and ignored the barriers of the Immortal Realm.

It directly crossed the endless distance, following that invisible line of bloodline causality—descending!!

...

The Lower Realm, North Sea, beneath the Kunpeng Nest.

Wang Teng, who was preparing to pull out the halberd, suddenly stiffened.

If the bloodline awakening just now was merely like lighting a small flame.

Then at this moment, with the arrival of that ripple from the depths of the Boundary Sea, it was like pouring an entire barrel of high-purity "Emperor's fuel" onto that flame!

"Ah!!!"

Wang Teng let out a long howl toward the sky, his voice filled with a soul-tearing pain and ecstasy.

The blood of the Nine-Nether Ao within him completely boiled over at this moment!

It was no longer dark gold, nor was it purple-gold.

In this instant, all the blood in his body transformed into the purest, most eerie—pale gray!

Ancestral reversion!

Ultimate ancestral reversion!

The nine dragon tails behind him had originally only been covered in gray patterns.

But now, with the injection of that Boundary Sea ripple, the flesh on those nine dragon heads instantly withered and fell off, turning into nine gray-white bone dragon heads!

The bone dragons opened their mouths, spitting out not suction, but gray ash. Anything touched by this ash.

Whether it was the void, the laws, or the indestructible rocks of the Kunpeng Nest, all turned into dust in silence...

This was the Dharma of the World-Destroying Elder!

This was the ultimate profound meaning of the Nine-Nether Ao clan—All Things Return to Silence, the Heavens Wither!

"This kind of power..."

Wang Teng lowered his head, looking at his hands, which had completely turned gray-white, his fingernails surging like bone blades.

His consciousness became incomparably cold at this moment, as if he were a ruler high above the Nine Heavens, viewing all things as straw dogs.

It was a mindset of absolute invincibility.

Before this power, whatever Venerables, Divine Flames, or even Sect Leaders and Supremes were, they were nothing but slightly larger ants.

He slowly turned his head, his eyes, which had completely turned into gray-white vortices, looking at the tianhuang great halberd in front of him that was still resisting.

Just a moment ago, this halberd could rely on its Immortal Dao sharpness to force back his dragon tails.

But now...

"Little thing, do you still wish to resist?"

Wang Teng's voice became hoarse and ancient, as if two voices were overlapping.

One was Wang Teng himself, and the other was that ancient echo from the depths of the Boundary Sea.

The Boundary Sea, at the end of the dam.

A figure, so withered that only skin and bone remained, resembling a dried corpse.

It sat cross-legged on a stone platform refined from several broken great universes.

He was too immense; his Dharma body filled this chaotic void, his withered back slightly hunched, as if carrying the sins and karma of the heavens and myriad worlds.

Behind him, nine gigantic dragon tails, long since petrified and covered in thick dust.

They were like nine mountain ranges spanning ancient and modern times, reaching into the endless void, quietly absorbing the residual origin of the Boundary Sea.

He was the World-Destroying Elder.

He was the ancestor of the Nine-Nether Ao.

He was a supreme titan at the Quasi-Immortal Emperor level, one of the oldest sources of darkness in this world.

Just at the moment when the thin wisp of bloodline within Wang Teng in the Lower Realm, stimulated by the Kunpeng demonic blood and the ruthless Emperor blood, produced an "ancestral reversion" ripple.

"Thump..."

This place of ultimate darkness suddenly trembled.

The withered figure that had sat cross-legged for hundreds of millions of years began to shed the dust of time covering its body.

Each grain of dust that fell smashed a black hole into the void, triggering violent chaotic storms.

Immediately after.

Those eyes that had been tightly closed for countless epochs... slowly opened.

"Boom!!!"

At that moment, the Boundary Sea boiled!

Two gray-white beams of light, like the light of primordial beginnings tearing through the eternal night, instantly pierced through this ultimate darkness.

In that gaze, there was not a trace of emotion, no compassion, no anger.

There was only an absolute indifference and dead silence that viewed all things as straw dogs and all living beings as ants.

This was the Eye of World-Destruction.

One opening of the eye, epochs change; one closing of the eye, ten thousand Daos become void.

"Hmm... Who is it..."

An ancient and obscure divine sense echoed in this dead silent space, shattering several broken stars.

"My descendant... In this barren Age of Dharma Decline... someone has actually awakened my 'Extinction' true intent?"

The gaze of the World-Destroying Elder moved.

This movement crossed the long river of time and space, ignoring the violent storms of the Boundary Sea.

Those two gray-white beams of light were like a pair of invisible hands.

They parted the layers of fog in the Boundary Sea, crossing the dam that had blocked the return path of countless Immortal Kings.

The line of sight traveled!

It passed by the Foreign Realm, causing Immortal Kings to awaken from their slumber, feeling a chill down their spines;

It swept past the Immortal Realm, making the Immortal King Titans sitting high above the Nine Heavens suddenly raise their heads, their faces showing expressions of terror;

It penetrated the Three Thousand Dao Provinces, making countless Sect Leader-level figures tremble in their souls, unable to help but kneel on the ground.

Finally, this gaze locked onto the insignificant Eight Regions of the Lower Realm.

It locked onto that small Kunpeng Nest.

It locked onto that young Nine-Nether Ao holding a broken halberd, his entire body radiating a pale-gray aura.