Underground Palace, Cursed Land
The eerie and dimly lit underground palace was shrouded in an aura of loneliness and desolation.
Suddenly, the once stable space began to distort and contort, as if being pulled into a sinister vortex. In a flash, Liang materialized out of thin air, emerging from the very fabric of the void itself.
He swept his gaze across the desolate remains before him, a deep sigh escaping his lips. As he settled into a cross-legged position, he closed his eyes and delved into the depths of his consciousness. Within his mind’s eye, his eyes fell on a captivating sight — seven mysterious runes adorned in a mesmerizing display of colors.
The seven runes swiftly lose their individuality, seamlessly melding together to create a magnificent, singular rune pulsating with a vibrant array of all seven colors.
Violet, gold, emerald, silver, crimson, yellow, and blue encircled the rune, their hues intertwining in a harmonious dance. Like closed circles, the colors encompassed the enigmatic symbol, creating an aura of elegance and enchantment.
As Liang gazed at the rune, his eyes flickered with thoughtful consideration. At the moment when the ethereal light streaks that emerged from the stone tablet made contact with his true runes, a profound realization struck him, two additional vibrant hues appeared, intertwining with the existing colors giving birth to additional two runes.
Realizing the gravity of the situation, he skillfully manipulated the surrounding energy and constructed an impenetrable void barrier. With utmost precision, he harnessed every trace of void Qi available, channeling it into the formation of a powerful Space-Void Domain encompassing the True Rune, isolating it from its space.
Although it was uncertain whether Revenant Xuan had seen through the deception, it seemed unlikely. At most, he might have harbored some suspicion.
As for why the stone tablet behaved in such a manner, there was still lingering uncertainty in his mind.
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As the black robed man stepped through the colossal gate that separated the Outer Ring from the Middle Ring, an air of darkness and malevolence seemed to emanate from his very being.
Not long after he found himself on the other side of the gate, not far away from the him, ten seated figures appeard in his sight.
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Their appearances differed greatly, ranging from elegant and refined to fierce and imposing. But one thing they had in common was the immense aura of power that exuded from each of them. They were the guardians of the Middle Ring, They are known to the people in the Middle Ring as the Gate Elders.
The black-robed man stepped forward, his every movement calculated and deliberate. As he approached the seated figures, their eyes flickered open, their gazes locking with his. Each cultivator assessed him silently, their expressions unreadable.
"State your name and purpose, or face the consequences " one of the cultivators commanded, his voice resonating with authority.
The black-robed man maintained a mysterious and inscrutable expression as he observed the elders before him, his eyes shimmering with a blend of curiosity and amusement.
"Oh, consequences, you say?" he retorted, a trace of mockery lacing his words. "Well, how about this—step aside like obedient dogs, and I promise to leave your bodies intact."
A collective gasp filled the air as the elders exchanged anxious glances, sensing an overwhelming power emanating from the black-robed man. His words carried an ominous undertone, hinting at a far more sinister outcome.
"Leave our bodies intact? Who do you think you are to make such audacious claims?" another elder challenged, his voice brimming with restrained anger.
With a swift motion of his hand, the black-robed man conjured a dense, abyssal aura that enveloped his form, distorting the very space around him. His glowing yellow eyes surveyed his adversaries, their enigmatic presence unsettling the devilish cultivators.
Silently, the black-robed man unleashed his first attack. Corruptive energy surged from his fingertips, transforming into tendrils of darkness that lashed out towards the devilish cultivators. Displaying agility and precision, the cultivators evaded and deflected the dark tendrils, showcasing their formidable abilities in retaliation.
The first elder conjured scorching flames that swirled around him like a protective barrier. With a fierce roar, he hurled fireballs at the black-robed man, each detonating in a brilliant spectacle of infernos. Yet, the dark aura surrounding the black-robed man absorbed the flames effortlessly, leaving no trace of their impact.
Seizing an opportunity, the second elder leapt into the air, delivering a flurry of lightning-fast strikes. However, the black-robed man exhibited an uncanny speed, effortlessly evading each blow and countering with his own.
With a single precise strike, the black-robed man landed a blow on the second elder’s abdomen, unleashing a surge of dark and foreboding energy that sent him crashing to the ground.
The third elder weaved intricate patterns with his hands, casting a spell that created mirages and illusions around the black-robed man. Wavering images and distorted figures surrounded the man, confusing his senses and making it difficult for him to locate the real target. However, with a flick of his wrist, the black-robed man released a burst of dark energy, dispelling the illusions and revealing the third elder’s true form.
The fourth elder conjured freezing winds and icy daggers to assail the black-robed man. The air turned bitterly cold as frost began to creep over the ground, but the man summoned a swirling vortex of darkness that absorbed the icy attacks, nullifying their effects.
The fifth elder summoned gusts of black wind that howled and roared, threatening to blow the black-robed man away. But the man stood firm, a barrier of opaque darkness forming around him, negating the effects of the wind. He retaliated by summoning a torrent of dark energy that tore through the air, slamming into the fifth elder with a devastating force, sending him flying back.
With each elder showcasing their unique abilities, the black-robed man revealed his true power, effortlessly countering their attacks and leaving them battered and defeated.
As the battle intensified, the black-robed man displayed his formidable powers. His hands morphed into lethal claws, slicing through the air with remarkable speed and precision. The elders struggled to evade the onslaught, their defenses shattered before the relentless barrage.
With a menacing grin, the black-robed man unleashed a stream of corrosive gas, engulfing the surroundings and causing severe damage to anything it touched. The elders choked and gasped for breath, their bodies weakened and vulnerable to further attacks.
Surges of corrupted energy erupted from the black-robed man, creating shockwaves that disoriented and disrupted his enemies. The elders stumbled and faltered, their senses thrown into disarray, making it increasingly difficult for them to mount any effective counterattacks.
Tendrils of dark energy snaked out from the black-robed man, ensnaring the elders and immobilizing them. They struggled against the tight grip, but their movements were restricted, leaving them defenseless against the onslaught that followed.
Drawing upon his dark powers, the black-robed man drained the life force and energy from his opponents, replenishing his own strength. The elders felt their powers wane, growing weaker with each passing moment, while the black-robed man grew stronger and more formidable.
Destructive orbs imbued with corrupted energy rained down from the sky, obliterating everything in their path. The ground quaked under the impact, disorienting and overwhelming the elders even further.
The black-robed man seemed impervious to the feeble attempts of the elders to cause harm. Attacks and curses seemed to slide off him with minimal effect, enhancing his endurance and resilience against their assaults.
A swirling vortex of dark energy manifested, pulling everything within its reach into a tumultuous whirlwind. The elders were caught in its grasp, unable to find stable footing or mount any effective defense.
With sadistic pleasure, the black-robed man subjected the elders to relentless mental illusions, forcing them to confront their darkest memories and deepest regrets. The psychological torment weakened their resolve and confidence, making them more susceptible to his attacks.
With every fallen opponent, the black-robed man absorbed their energy, growing stronger and leaving his enemies further depleted. Their powers diminished, and their chances of victory dwindled.
A wave of corruptive energy radiated from the black-robed man, inflicting physical and spiritual harm on his adversaries. Their bodies convulsed under the onslaught, while their spirits were tainted with despair and corruption.
Using dark chains forged from the shadows, the black-robed man restrained the movements of the elders, leaving them helpless and at his mercy. Their struggles against the bindings were in vain, as the black-robed man exerted control over their actions.
As the black-robed man continued to exhibit his terrifying powers, the elders realized the depth of darkness they faced. Despair settled within their hearts, for his strength appeared limitless, and their chances of victory seemed increasingly bleak in the face of such overwhelming malevolence.