18: Chapter 18: Suppressing with a Raised Hand, the Power of the Formation

"What do you think you are?"

"Do you really think you are worthy of standing while speaking in my presence?"

These few words struck him like a bolt of lightning.

They struck Elder Qian Kun's crown again and again.

He was momentarily stunned.

He had stepped into the Cave-Heaven Realm and become an Elder of the Ziyang Holy Land.

Wherever he went in any Dynasty,

which monarch did not welcome him with open arms, trembling in fear?

Even Sects of the same level had to respectfully address him as "Elder Qian."

Standing while speaking?

In his hundreds of years of life, this was simply not a question that needed to be considered.

No one had ever dared to make him sit.

And even less so, dared to make him kneel.

But now.

This mysterious existence hidden within the Mortal imperial palace

was questioning his qualification to stand, using a tone that was taken for granted and unquestionable.

What kind of humiliation was this?

What kind of arrogance was this?

Elder Qian Kun's face flushed red.

Fear turned into rage.

"Madman! You coward hiding your head and showing your tail!"

Elder Qian Kun was furious and roared sternly at the depths of the imperial palace.

"I am the Grand Elder of the Outer Sect of the Ziyang Holy Land!"

"By humiliating me like this, you are making an enemy of the entire Ziyang Holy Land!"

"Have you thought about the consequences?!"

He tried to use the name of the Ziyang Holy Land to intimidate the other party.

There was still no response from the depths of the imperial palace.

The other party couldn't even be bothered to comment on the four words "Ziyang Holy Land."

This kind of complete disregard was more unbearable to him than any humiliation.

"Fine, fine, fine! Since you are courting death, I shall grant your wish!"

"I want to see exactly what kind of thing you are, daring to defy the majesty of the Holy Land!"

Elder Qian Kun was completely enraged and decided to stake everything on one throw.

He no longer held back.

The magic power within his body erupted without reservation.

"Cave-Heaven! Open!"

He roared.

Boom!

The firmament shook violently.

With Elder Qian Kun as the center, the space behind him began to shatter.

A vast, magnificent, and strange world emitting endless purple light

was forcibly squeezed out from the void.

It descended over the Capital of Great Xia.

The sky was purple.

In the sky, nine scorching purple suns hung.

On the ground, there were rolling purple mountain ranges, covered with exotic flowers and grasses burning with purple flames.

Purple rivers formed from pure magic power surged between the mountains.

This was the Cave-Heaven world that Elder Qian Kun had painstakingly cultivated for five hundred years.

The Nine-Sun Cave-Heaven.

Once the Cave-Heaven appeared, it suppressed heaven and earth.

A pressure a thousand times more terrifying than the previous Divine Thought pressure descended from the sky, crushing down upon the entire city.

The commoners who had just climbed to their feet fell into despair once again.

Many people couldn't even scream before they were pressed down again by the vast pressure.

Their Divine Soul was almost crushed.

Inside the Golden Throne Hall, Li Zhan and the others suffered heavy blows.

The sturdy pillars of the palace groaned under the pressure of the Cave-Heaven power, as if they would snap at any moment.

Countless cracks spread out.

Li Zhan desperately mobilized the national Dragon Qi to protect his body, but he was still on the verge of collapse.

"Is this the true strength of a powerhouse in the Cave-Heaven Realm?"

For the first time, Li Zhan felt despair.

Imperial Grandfather, can you really stop this?

This was already beyond what a Mortal could imagine.

Above the sky.

Elder Qian Kun's face looked ferocious under the illumination of the nine purple suns.

He assumed he was in control of everything.

"You rat hiding your head and showing your tail! Get out here!"

He slammed his hands together.

Inside the Nine-Sun Cave-Heaven behind him, the nine purple suns all shone brightly.

Nine thick purple beams of light converged into an even more terrifying beam of destruction.

It blasted toward the deepest part of the imperial palace below, that place of humiliation.

He wanted to raze that place to the ground, along with the mysterious existence that had provoked him.

This strike gathered all his power at the Peak of the Cave-Heaven Realm.

He was confident that even a powerhouse at the ninth level of the Cave-Heaven Realm would not dare to take it head-on.

Looking at that beam of destruction, Elder Qian Kun smiled cruelly.

No matter who you are.

In the face of the absolute power of the Holy Land, you will eventually turn into dust.

Just at the moment before the destructive beam was about to touch the roof of the Dragon Imperial Hall.

A soft sigh came from inside the hall.

"Stubborn and unyielding."

As the voice fell.

Li Xuan in the Dragon Imperial Hall didn't even open his eyes to take a look.

He was just coaxing the somewhat restless Li Changsheng in his arms.

He raised his right hand.

Gently, he lifted it upward.

A very simple movement.

Above the Capital of Great Xia, the sky, which had been shrouded in purple light, suddenly darkened.

In an instant, a magnificent and brilliant light appeared.

A hand.

A huge golden palm.

It appeared out of thin air above the imperial palace.

Its five fingers slightly spread, palm facing upward, silently floating.

It was too big.

So big that it encompassed the entire sky.

The radiance of the sun paled in comparison before it.

Its entire body was condensed from pure golden magic power.

The golden light was brilliant but not blinding.

Instead, it carried a gentle and sacred aura.

Being merely huge was not enough to make Elder Qian Kun pale with shock.

What made him most desperate were the patterns covering the giant hand.

Incredibly complex.

Incredibly profound.

Those patterns evolved into phantoms of the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, plants, trees, Dragons, Phoenixes, and Qilins.

Every rune, every pattern, was expounding the complete profound principles of the Dao.

Countless Daos constituted this hand.

Array patterns!

The symbol of the Array Formation Realm!

Transforming one's own Dao into a battle array and inscribing it into the Cave-Heaven.

Each array pattern represented absolute control over the Laws of heaven and earth.

The giant hand before his eyes was densely packed with tens of thousands of array patterns.

This meant that the other party was not only in the Array Formation Realm.

But had also reached a high and profound level in this Realm that he could not understand at all.

Elder Qian Kun's lips trembled, the four words "Array Formation Marquis."

His mind collapsed.

A Mortal Dynasty with thin Spiritual Qi.

Actually hid a living Marquis?

What kind of Hellish joke is this?

Is the Heavenly Dao crazy, or am I crazy?

The beam of destruction he had unleashed with all his might was, at this moment, a joke.

It blasted onto the palm of the golden giant hand.

There was no explosion.

No roar.

It failed to shake it in the slightest.

That destructive energy, capable of destroying a great city, was absorbed, assimilated, and decomposed by the golden giant hand.

It disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The joy on Elder Qian Kun's face froze.

His expression was dull.

The golden giant hand moved.

It flipped upward.

Palm facing down.

Five fingers spread open.

The movement was gentle, yet it carried a supreme will.

Toward Elder Qian Kun and the Nine-Sun Cave-Heaven behind him.

It waved gently.

The flow of time slowed down.

Elder Qian Kun clearly saw the golden five fingers that covered the sky tearing through space, getting closer and closer to him.

He wanted to escape.

His body, Divine Soul, and Cave-Heaven were all imprisoned in place by a pressure originating from the "Dao."

He could not move.

He could only watch helplessly as the giant palm descended.

Finally.

The edge of the giant hand touched the boundary wall of the Nine-Sun Cave-Heaven.

Crack.

A slight, crisp sound.

Yet it was clear and ear-piercing.

This sound was a signal.

Crack! Crack-crack!

Densely packed, huge cracks spread instantly across the entire Nine-Sun Cave-Heaven, with the point of contact as the center.

Elder Qian Kun's magnificent and sturdy Cave-Heaven world was vulnerable under this palm.

The sky was collapsing.

The nine purple suns fell one after another, smashing into the cracked earth, exploding into a burst of fire before extinguishing.

The mountain ranges collapsed.

The rivers dried up.

Everything was heading toward destruction under that casual wave.

"No!"

Elder Qian Kun let out a desperate, miserable howl.

His world was being destroyed.

His Dao foundation, his cultivation, and everything of his were also being destroyed.

Pfft!

The Meridians inside his body shattered inch by inch, his magic power leaked out frantically, and a large mist of blood sprayed from his whole body.

In the blink of an eye, he was covered in blood.

The golden giant hand shattered the Nine-Sun Cave-Heaven, its might undiminished.

It had just done a trivial little thing.

The five fingers slowly closed.

Toward Elder Qian Kun, who was falling in mid-air, on the verge of death.

It pinched over.