Chapter 372 The Collapse of the Blessed Land of Tianzhu Mountain

Rumble!!!

The entire environment of Heavenly Pillar Mountain underwent a massive change. With the destruction of the Heavenly Pillar, the core formation of the Blessed Land ceased to exist. The earth veins that had originally gathered here began to sink back underground, returning to their original positions.

The surrounding space layered upon itself, merging with the outside world and reintegrating back into the world.

A faint force of suppression had already begun to appear within the Tianzhu Mountain Blessed Land. Everyone at the Yuantai Realm and above could feel this suppressive force.

It was as if a Great Dragon was surging beneath the ground. Mountain ridges slowly pressed down, merging into the earth and flowing along the Spiritual Veins to the places where they belonged.

No one present had ever seen such a worldly phenomenon of Spiritual Vein movement, and they couldn't help but observe it closely.

For experts who had reached the Heaven-Man level, they could comprehend many profound martial Dao principles from it.

It wasn't until Yan Chu slowly descended from the sky that everyone snapped out of their daze.

They looked at him, one by one, with both reverence and fear.

Emperor Li Heming, who was once incomparably conceited, had an extremely complex expression. He hadn't expected Yan Chu's strength to be so shocking.

He could even destroy the Heavenly Gate.

Although this action prevented the members of the Upper Realm's Cold Ice Holy Sect from descending, it also cut off the hope of everyone present to achieve Ascension to the Upper Realm.

In the distance, Daoist Taiwei of the Dao Sect looked pale.

Under the wash of the cold current from Yi Xunzhen earlier, this number one person of the current Dao Sect had borne the brunt of it. Although he had dodged quickly, he was still severely injured. The three Great Divine Treasuries in his body were frozen by the cold Qi, and it would likely take decades to recover.

The Old Dean of White Deer Academy had died at Yi Xunzhen's hands in the very first wave.

Of the former three top experts of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Daoism, only Daoist Taiwei had survived.

“Yan Chu...”

Seeing Yan Chu descend, Empress Dowager Yuwen Feng, not far away, flew through the air like a bright yellow phoenix bird and landed lightly beside him.

Now that the environment of Heavenly Pillar Mountain had changed drastically, the Heaven-Men had instead regained their ability to fly.

Empress Dowager Yuwen Feng's originally loose black hair was casually pinned up with a wooden hairpin, revealing a long, fair neck more elegant than that of a swan.

Because she had a wisp of Yan Chu's Pure Yang Fire in her body, her whole body felt warm and cozy. Her skin was flushed pink through the white due to the heat within her, looking exquisitely beautiful.

The bright yellow phoenix dress on her graceful figure was originally noble and majestic, but now it appeared enchantingly tender, causing people to even ignore the movement of the Spiritual Veins around them and fix their gaze upon her.

A flash of coldness passed through Emperor Li Heming's eyes, and his hands inside his sleeves couldn't help but clench.

Seeing Empress Dowager Yuwen Feng suddenly display such a demeanor in front of Yan Chu made him go mad with jealousy; he had never seen her show such an expression before.

In reality, he was completely overthinking it.

Empress Dowager Yuwen Feng had merely called out to Yan Chu normally, but in his eyes, it became a different attitude toward Yan Chu than toward others.

This was purely because Empress Dowager Yuwen Feng had never been kind to him, coupled with the suspicious mind he had developed over years of being an emperor.

However, not the slightest change of expression showed on his face.

Yan Chu's cultivation was earth-shaking, surpassing both the past and the present.

Even the Divine Ability Realm powerhouse who descended from the Upper Realm had died at his hands. With this kind of strength, he had no rivals in the entire world.

He although he was conceited, he was not stupid.

He didn't dare to show even a hint of dissatisfaction.

The current Yan Chu was not the ordinary Jianghu junior he had previously thought; perhaps he was also the Reincarnation of some great power from the Upper Realm.

Otherwise, such an age and such cultivation could not be explained.

Not only did Emperor Li Heming have this thought, but others also had the same suspicion.

“What should we do now? The Tianzhu Mountain Blessed Land is about to collapse. Will we be buried here?”

Standing beside Yan Chu, the faint fragrance from Empress Dowager Yuwen Feng's hair wafted around his nose, making him, who had just experienced a great battle, suddenly want to relax.

However, now was clearly not the time.

In the distance, the layering space overlaps were spreading toward them. At the points of overlap, space constantly shattered and recovered, and gusts of Spatial Wind blew out from the cracks, grinding everything into nothingness.