Chapter 129: The Terrifying Nameless Ancient Corpse; Chen Changsheng Run for Your Lives!
Chapter 129 The Terrifying Nameless Ancient Corpse; Chen Changsheng Run for Your Lives!
Zi Ning was utterly stunned by Chen Changsheng’s cold, detached demeanor.
Beside her, Nalan Jing felt a chill grip her heart, deeply unsettled by his audacious, predatory scheming.
Forcibly calming her turbulent emotions, Nalan Jing spoke. “What manner of Formation did you lay down? The various Holy Lands will not be so easily slaughtered.”
“A primordial killing Formation that harnesses the very dragon vein of this place to annihilate my foes.”
“Once the Formation runs its course, everything within a thousand miles will be reduced to a barren wasteland.”
“And what else?”
“If you merely planted a Formation, you would not have gone to such extreme lengths to publicly sever ties with us.”
“Furthermore, you are entirely too eager to escape this vein. There must be a true, lurking terror down there.”
Meeting Nalan Jing’s severe gaze, Chen Changsheng flashed a predatory grin.
“A Holy Lord is a Holy Lord indeed. Far more perceptive than some greenhorn girls.”
“Buried deep beneath that vein is a nameless ancient corpse, and it has already undergone a sacrilegious transformation.”
“The only reason it hasn’t completely awakened is the crushing suppression of the dragon vein overhead.”
“A nameless ancient corpse!”
Nalan Jing gasped, the words tumbling out involuntarily.
Discarding her sovereign elegance, she closed the distance to Chen Changsheng and demanded answers.
“Are you claiming that beneath this vein lies a corpse, festering for countless eras, on the verge of a full, unholy mutation?”
“Precisely!”
“That is impossible!” Nalan Jing fiercely rejected the notion, her voice trembling slightly. “Dragon veins are born from the extreme condensation of the earth’s primordial Qi.”
“Any profane entity would be ground into dust. This specific vein of the Kunlun Holy Land ranks among the absolute pinnacles of the Middle Heavens.”
“Crushed beneath such heavenly laws, no corpse could ever defy death!”
Witnessing Nalan Jing’s loss of composure, Wan Yan Yue and the surrounding youths felt a creeping numbness scale their scalps.
By the fundamental laws of the Dao, a sacrilegious resurrection beneath such immense spiritual pressure was entirely impossible.
Should such a nightmare truly exist, it meant the corpse buried below possessed a heaven-defying, monstrous might.
If that monstrosity crawled into the light, mountains of corpses and oceans of blood would be a merciful outcome.
Chen Changsheng merely spread his hands, his tone remaining coldly pragmatic. “I had no desire to believe it either, but the laws of reality care little for what we want.”
“I also forgot to mention another detail. The dragon vein itself has already been tainted by the corpse’s stale stench of rot, twisting into a corrupted ‘evil dragon’.”
“My Formation forces the vein to manifest as a ‘slaughter dragon’. With pure evil compounding absolute slaughter, even I cannot shrewdly weigh the fated paths of what will emerge.”
A suffocating, deathly silence gripped the group.
Everyone: “…”
We knew you were feigning defeat. We knew you were plotting. But we never imagined you were plotting an apocalypse!
Are you intending to drag the entirety of the Middle Heavens into the abyss?!
“Ahem!”
Even Song Yuanshan, who blindly backed Chen Changsheng in all matters, felt a guilty sweat trace down his spine.
“Changsheng, just how unnatural has that corpse become?”
“I am not entirely certain, but it is likely akin to a Flying Zombie—an entity severed from the five elements, capable of tearing through the heavens and plunging deep into the earth.”
“That abomination should… perhaps… maybe… probably not be the mythical Undying Bone.”
“After all, such a nightmare has never been documented. No living soul has laid eyes upon one, leaving its exact limits immeasurable by the Dao.”
“Therefore, I truly do not know.”
Hearing the cold, calculating Chen Changsheng string together so many uncertain words, their hearts hammered violently against their ribs.
How dare you?!
Any sane cultivator would flee to the ends of the earth at the mere scent of such a horror, yet you dared to harness it as a weapon!
Your sheer arrogance knows no bounds.
Boom!
The earth convulsed violently, and the entire God Source ore vein detonated in a cataclysmic eruption of unbalanced laws.
Despite standing a hundred miles away, the ensuing shockwave lifted Chen Changsheng and his group off their feet.
As they ruthlessly anchored their spiritual essence to the ground to stabilize themselves, they beheld a terrifying tableau burned into their souls for eternity.
Hovering amidst the ruins was a withered corpse draped in ghastly golden hair, its clawed fingers buried deep into a man’s chest.
Judging solely by his shredded regal robes, the victim was none other than the Holy Lord of Yaoguang.
Scattered through the turbulent skies were the shattered remnants of the elite forces.
Batulu cowered behind his two guardian elders. Yet, one elder was missing his entire left arm, and the other’s face had been reduced to a mangled ruin of flesh and bone.
The surrounding survivors fared no better.
Jiang Feng sported a gaping cavern in his chest—a mere half-inch from obliterating his heart—and his sovereign bronze ancient sword lay snapped in twain.
Jiang Bufan had barely survived, paying the steep toll of a gouged-out eye to preserve his life.
As for Fang Qiancheng, the peerless genius of the forbidden lands, his state was arguably the most wretched.
His legendary Wind-Thunder Twin Wings had been violently ripped from his back, and half the flesh on his throat had been gnawed away.
Curiously, although Fang Qiancheng portrayed himself as a solitary predator, two battered Dao Protectors now hovered at his flanks.
Judging by the torn wings upon their backs, their true allegiances were patently obvious.
Gulp!
Zi Ning swallowed thickly, a primal, visceral terror finally seizing her soul.
Over five hundred cultivators had descended upon the vein today.
Every single one of them was a sovereign figure, an absolute powerhouse whose name shook the Middle Heavens.
Yet now, less than thirty living souls remained suspended in the bloody sky.
In a single, ruthless stroke, Chen Changsheng had slaughtered over eighty percent of the Middle Heavens’ ruling elite.
Roar!
The golden-haired abomination unleashed a sky-shattering howl. The Holy Lord of Yaoguang’s entire life force and primordial essence forcefully condensed into a crimson mist, violently sucked into its decaying maw.
As it drank the supreme blood, chunks of rotting flesh sloughed away from its frame, revealing pristine, jade-like bones underneath.
This nameless ancient corpse was actively breaking the mortal laws, evolving into an Undying Bone!
Suddenly, the corrupted dragon vein—manifested as a wizened, malevolent old man drenched in deathly aura—materialized beside the ancient horror.
With the spirit’s emergence, the crushing suppression of the Heavenly Wither Formation fell upon the remaining survivors like a collapsing sky.
The sheer devouring force caused their blood and spiritual essence to violently erupt from their pores, drawn into a swirling vortex that fed the nameless ancient corpse.
“Why are you all standing around gawking? Run!”
“The Formation is entirely out of my control!”
Chen Changsheng’s harsh shout shattered their paralytic dread.
Turning around, they realized he had already etched a complex array into the earth, centering it around a mystical bronze dais.
Stripped of any desire to curse his ruthlessness, the group scrambled madly into the array.
The moment they crossed the threshold, a drenched Chen Changsheng ruthlessly channeled his essence into the Three-Color Teleportation Array.
For a single, agonizing breath, the Dao laws aligned, and the hastily constructed, overpowered Three-Color Teleportation Array flared to life.
Swish!
A microsecond after Chen Changsheng vanished, the nameless ancient corpse flickered into existence upon the very spot he had just occupied.
Outraged at the loss of its prey, the abomination unleashed a furious shriek, violently plunging its clawed hand deep into the fabric of the void to tear him back.
However, the Three-Color Teleportation Array was bound by superior spatial laws. Even an entity on the cusp of becoming an Undying Bone found it impossible to shatter the spatial tunnel.
Seizing the split-second the unnatural beast spent clawing at the void, Jiang Bufan and the few remaining survivors scattered, fleeing desperately for their lives.