darknovel Chapter 61 All Heavens Hold Me
Chapter 61 All Heavens Hold Me
Chapter 61 All Heavens Hold Me
Deep in the Northern Sea, the palace of the Kunpeng.
This place has long been protected by layers of restrictions set up by Kunpeng, which have slowed down the flow of time infinitely, making it almost completely isolated from the outside world.
In the center of the main hall, the majestic Kunpeng statue stands, with three flowers blooming atop it and auspicious clouds rolling like a tide.
The thirty-six radiant Sea-Stabilizing Pearls transformed into a colossal wheel of light, hovering above the auspicious clouds, emanating a terrifying aura so heavy it could crush eternity.
"Hold fast to my principles, and all the heavens are me!"
With a low shout, Kunpeng's primordial spirit suddenly left his body.
The tiny primordial spirit, identical to his true self, held the Qiankun Ruler, its eyes filled with the resolute determination to sever all ties, and stepped into the vast thirty-six worlds.
What he wanted to do was not like an ordinary quasi-saint, who would place his obsession on a magical treasure.
He will use his great perseverance and magical power to completely merge his "self" with the thirty-six directions of the Middle Thousand Worlds that he has personally created!
The difficulty and danger involved are hundreds or thousands of times greater than those of ordinary corpse-chopping!
"Boom!!!"
The moment Kunpeng's primordial spirit merged with it, the thirty-six worlds instantly erupted into chaos.
The power of the world backfired!
That is the weight of thirty-six worlds, the will of the Heavenly Dao of thirty-six worlds!
An indescribable, terrifying pressure instantly acted upon Kunpeng's primordial spirit.
"Pfft—"
Kunpeng's physical body trembled violently, and a trace of golden blood spilled from the corner of its mouth.
His primordial spirit felt as if it were being crushed by thirty-six ancient divine mountains at the same time, and he felt an intense pain as if it was about to collapse!
"Such a powerful backlash!"
Kunpeng felt a chill run down his spine, but remained calm.
All of this was exactly what he had anticipated.
"The Golden Wheel of Merit suppresses all laws!"
With a thought, the purple-gold merit wheel, which had already solidified into a tangible form, suddenly flew out from behind his head, transforming into a huge light curtain that firmly enveloped the riotous Thirty-Six Heavens.
The power of merit is a reward from Heaven, and it is most adept at suppressing fortune and quelling riots.
Under the soothing effect of this massive amount of merit, the backlash from the thirty-six worlds was indeed suppressed by more than half.
"Now! Slay!"
Kunpeng seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. With his primordial spirit holding the Qiankun Ruler, he fiercely slashed at the last trace of connection with his true self!
"Click"
It sounded like the breaking of shackles.
Kunpeng felt a lightness all over his body, and an unprecedented sense of freedom and ease welled up in his heart.
At the same time, within the thirty-six heavenly light wheels, a majestic figure slowly coalesced and took shape.
The Taoist priest was dressed in a star-patterned robe and wore a flat-topped crown. His face was nine-tenths similar to that of the Kunpeng, but he was more majestic and profound, like an unparalleled celestial emperor who ruled over all the heavens and myriad realms.
He was surrounded by the phantoms of thirty-six worlds coming into being and dying, and every move he made carried a terrifying power that could crush everything.
"This humble Daoist of the heavens greets the Venerable One."
The Taoist in the star-patterned robe bowed slightly to the Kunpeng, his voice booming like a bell.
White lotus, god-killing, all the gods.
Thus, the three corpses returned to their places!
"boom!!!"
At this moment, the aura of the Kunpeng itself erupted without reservation, instantly breaking through that final barrier.
Its magical power is as deep as an abyss, and its Taoist essence is as vast as the sea.
Late stage of Quasi-Saint!
Moreover, because he cultivates both the Three Households and the Laws, his current strength can no longer be measured by mere realm.
"With the three corpses severed and the three flowers perfected, only the final step remains before the three corpses merge and one attains the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm."
Kunpeng felt the vast and boundless power within his body, and his heart was at peace.
He knew that although he was not yet a saint, he possessed three avatars with combat power comparable to the late stage of a quasi-saint, the world power of the Thirty-Six Heavens, the God-Slaying Spear and many other treasures, as well as the Golden Wheel of Merit that was enough to make even saints wary.
He already possesses the means to survive under a sage, and even to retaliate in certain circumstances!
Although this vast wilderness is immense, there is nowhere he cannot go, and no one can easily bully him!
Just as Kunpeng was in seclusion in the Northern Sea, his strength underwent another earth-shattering change.
With the return of the sage, the situation on the primordial continent has become increasingly turbulent and unpredictable.
The six great sages—Sanqing, Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti—seated high in the Chaos Dojo, overlooking all living beings.
Although they are bound by the laws of Heaven and are not allowed to easily interfere in worldly affairs, that invisible holy might is like a mountain pressing down on the hearts of the Wu and Yao races.
The Wu tribe, in particular, do not respect heaven and earth, nor do they worship sages; they only venerate the father god Pangu.
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This created a natural opposition between them and the Heavenly Sage.
The Heavenly Court of the Demon Race, though nominally ruling over all spirits, is actually under the protection of not only Nuwa, the sage of the Demon Race, but also Kunpeng, the Demon Ancestor whose power is unfathomable.
This feeling of being "sidelined" made Di Jun Taiyi feel uneasy, and he became even more eager to establish his absolute dominance through a great victory.
As a result, the friction between the Lich and Demon races did not subside with the appearance of the sage, but instead intensified.
Bloody battles unfolded in every corner of the primordial world.
The demon race, relying on the Zhou Tian Star Array, slaughtered the witch tribe.
The witch clan, relying on their powerful physical bodies, tore apart the demon army.
Corpses lay strewn across the fields, and blood flowed like rivers.
Countless lives perished in this protracted war, and the overwhelming resentment and malevolent energy nearly dyed the entire primordial sky blood-red.
Buzhou Mountain, Pangu Temple.
Houtu, the ancestral witch of the earth, looked at the mutilated corpses of her people carried back from the battlefield, and at the witch warriors who were heartbroken by the loss of their loved ones. For the first time, a deep sense of pity and confusion appeared in her usually resolute eyes.
"Brother, is this war truly going to never end?"
Houtu's voice was somewhat hoarse.
Dijiang sighed and said in a deep voice, "Little sister, this is the only way for my Wu clan to dominate the prehistoric world. Casualties are inevitable."
"But—where have the souls of those who died gone?"
Houtu looked up at the gray sky, "Why can I only feel their resentment and bitterness, but not find their final resting place?"
The Wu tribe does not cultivate their primordial spirit. After death, their true spirit dissipates, transforming into the purest malevolent energy and resentment in the world, from which they can never be reborn.
Dijiang could not answer this question.
Houtu did not ask any further questions.
Alone, she left the Pangu Palace and began to travel across the primordial land.
She walked through tribes destroyed by war, seeing countless lonely ghosts wandering the wilderness, uttering mournful howls.
She saw the earth stained red with blood, resentment gathering into a calamity, and even giving birth to all sorts of ferocious beasts never seen before.
"Heaven and Earth are incomplete — Reincarnation is not manifest —"
Houtu's heart grew heavier and heavier, and an inexplicable sense of mission rose within her.
She wanted to find a resting place for these wronged souls who had nowhere to go.
Unbeknownst to her, she was guided northward by the most intense resentment and malevolent energy.
Finally, she arrived before an endless sea of blood.
Netherworld Blood Sea!
This is a place where primordial filth converges, the final resting place of countless wronged souls.