Cultivation: From Poor Peasant to Celestial Lord

Chapter 314: Chapter 165: A True God is Enthroned, The Struggle for Authority (Part 2)

However, it was precisely because it had been bound to the core of the deep pool by those Lock Orders that during the great cataclysm, it could neither sacrifice itself to become a Guardian like the Mountain God, nor could it assault the heavens like Hongyuan.

But this turned out to be a blessing in disguise. During its ten thousand years of confinement, it had expended very little divinity, and its Spirituality was, surprisingly, the most well-preserved of them all.

The stone shell sloughed off, revealing fine scales beneath that seemed cast from azure gold. The Evil Flood Dragon slowly raised its savage, single-horned head. A cold, worldly indifference that saw through the ages shone in its deep blue eyes.

’This aura... Is it a ’Traveler’ from the outside world?’

Its voice surged through the water, turning into rolling thunder, yet it did not reach the surface.

”So many foreign cultivators have gathered in this realm. Originally... I had planned to keep you all here, to slowly devour your Spiritual Mechanism and complete my Divine Body. A pity this world is about to be destroyed; there’s no time to let you develop at your leisure.”

There was little anger in the Evil Flood Dragon’s expression, only a wildness that came from a sense of release.

It gave the chains on its body a hard yank. Amidst the violently fluctuating Space Law, those Black Gold Lock Chains—strong enough to bind a Great Cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Stage—actually let out an incredibly faint cracking sound.

Ordinarily, these Lock Chains were connected to the realm’s Earth Veins. As long as the Earth Veins did not wither, the chains would not break.

But now, that freedom-seeking mad bird, the Sky-Suppressing Kite, was frantically ramming the world barrier high above, leaving the Secret Realm’s foundations riddled with holes.

’That lunatic... actually did something good.’

The Evil Flood Dragon felt the chaotic void winds surging from the west. In its eyes, this turbulence—powerful enough to shred a Qi Cultivation Cultivator to pieces—was the perfect crucible.

’Only when the void turbulence descends completely and erodes my ruined Divine Body along with everything else, can I borrow its destructive power to shatter these damn shackles that have bound me for ten thousand years!’

It was born a Prison Guardian, yet it was also born bound within that very prison.

Its desire for freedom was not one bit less than Hongyuan’s. It was simply calmer and knew better how to wait for that one sliver of hope to appear.

’Soon... soon...’

The Evil Flood Dragon coiled in the murky green pool, sensing the rapid collapse of the Earth Veins.

It could sense that within this world fragment, which was thousands of miles across, only a few core nodes were still struggling to hold on.

The Evil Flood Dragon let out a mocking snarl, then suddenly opened its cavernous maw and swallowed whole the last vestiges of divinity that had settled at the bottom of the pool over the past ten thousand years.

It would use this as its foundation to surge against the tide the very instant the world shattered and break into the true void.

Even if its Divine Body was destroyed, even if its Spirituality was grievously wounded, it would go and see this so-called ”real world.”

As the Evil Flood Dragon awoke, the deep pool in the Far East Land began to spin madly, forming a gigantic vortex that devoured all the Evil Qi and residual Spiritual Mechanism for dozens of miles around.

「At this very moment.」

High in the sky, the breach smashed open by the Sky-Suppressing Kite had not healed. Instead, like a festering wound, it greedily devoured the Spiritual Mechanism of this world fragment.

The dense cyan mist, which had once lingered year-round, was now being violently sucked away, surging madly toward the pitch-black void fissure.

Without the cover of the mist, the entire Cyan Nether Secret Realm revealed its savage and desolate true nature.

In the distance, vast swaths of ruins crumbled like sand under the spatial distortion before being swept into a bottomless abyss.

Chu Bai sped through the jagged rock formations, the crimson glow of his Fire Step Ascension leaving a long scorch mark on the ground.

His expression was grim to the extreme. With his Divine Thought fully extended, he could clearly feel the Earth Vein beneath his feet being violently and unstably siphoned away.

”Lord Envoy, run! Faster!”

In the back-basket, the clay Land God squeezed its eyes shut, its cracked fingers digging into the basket’s rim. Its voice trembled, ”Lord Hongyuan completely shattered the world barrier this time! Our only chance of survival is to get close to the central main vein!”

”I understand.”

Chu Bai’s voice was low. His current objective was clear: return to the location of the Lingma Mountain God’s Underground Palace.

As the Supreme True God who had once ruled over hundreds of square miles, the Mountain God’s location was practically the center of this Secret Realm world.

Although that Mountain God’s Spirituality had now scattered and its body had transformed into the Earth Vein Stone Palace, unable to bestow its divine protection as before, that place was still a convergence point for the Earth Veins. It would be the last part of the entire Secret Realm to collapse.

More importantly, Chu Bai was already thoroughly familiar with the terrain there, and he had cleared out all the nearby abominations during the upheaval half a month ago.

While hurrying on his way, Chu Bai cast a cold glance at the Demon Slaying Officer at his waist.

On its light screen, the once densely-packed list of candidates was now dimming at a heart-stopping rate.

[Current Survivors: 7,642/10,000]

’The casualties have already exceeded twenty percent...’

The corner of Chu Bai’s eye twitched.

Some of them had been killed by the void turbulence caused by the maddened Hongyuan, but the cause of death for the rest was unknown.

’The five True Gods are the beings with the highest authority in this realm.’

’The slightest action from them results in devastating casualties...’

Chu Bai’s heart grew heavy.

This Secret Realm had completely transformed into a gigantic meat grinder. In the face of a true Divine Dao catastrophe, all the cultivators were as fragile as ants.

Along the way, Chu Bai saw countless fleeing figures.

One person rode an Immortal Crane with a broken wing, his face covered in blood and grime. Another group had formed an Array, fending off the occasional void wind blades as they stumbled about in a confused daze.

”Fellow Daoist up ahead! Please wait!”