Looking at the ten elders standing before him, the black-robed man said nonchalantly, "Well, I suppose we have had our fair share of entertainment. Let’s bring this to an end."
"Sin Technique, Abyssal Devourer," the black-robed man muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible amidst the silence that enveloped him.
The air crackled with electric anticipation as a swirling vortex of fire, intermingled with corruptive energy, materialized around him.
With a swift flick of his wrist, the vortex surged forward, consuming the elders in its destructive embrace.
As the fire consumed the elders, their struggles grew feeble, their defenses futile. Their once formidable powers diminished, their spirits dwindled, and their hope faded. The black-robed man proved to be an unstoppable force
beyond their reach.
The fire voraciously devoured their physical bodies, reducing them to mere ashes. Simultaneously, it extracted their life force, converting it into a sinister dark crimson Qi that coursed through the black-robed man’s veins.
A wicked grin curled upon his lips as he felt the surge of energy within him, empowering and refreshing him.
In the final moments, when all had been reduced to smoldering ashes, he remained resolute, standing tall and defiant amidst the empty space. The air was thick with a lingering mist of destruction.
But as the swirling ashes danced around him, an abrupt transformation swept over the black-robed man. His previously stoic expression twisted into an amalgamation of surprise and urgency, and without hesitation, he vanished into thin air, leaving no trace of his presence behind.
In the wake of his sudden disappearance, a palpable tension hung in the air. And indeed, in a dramatic fashion, a dark golden palm descended from above, slamming onto the spot where the black-robed man once stood. The impact echoed through the desolate void, accompanied by an overwhelming surge of oppressive energy that permeated the surroundings.
Yet, just as swiftly as he had disappeared, the black-robed man reappeared in a different location. His form materialized with a profound presence as if he possessed an innate ability to bend reality to his will. With eyes ablaze, radiating an intense gaze that pierced through the darkness, he scrutinized the space around him.
And in the midst of his meticulous survey, his piercing gaze fell upon a figure standing nearby.
It was a bald man, standing tall, his figure emanating an enigmatic aura that embodied both holiness and devilish allure. His dark and formidable armor, like a cloak of shadows, impeccably absorbed the surrounding light, casting an eerie glow.
With a pair of golden wings on his back, their majestic feathers glimmered with ethereal radiance, contrasting against the backdrop of darkness. Each unruly feather seemed to possess a life of its own, fluttering with intriguing unpredictability, as if harnessed from the heavens and the abyss simultaneously.
"Liang Kai" the bald man’s voice pierced through the silence, filled with a strange mix of curiosity and recognition, "As expected, it seems like you haven’t died yet."
****
Underground Palace, Cursed Land
Liang’s closed eyes snapped open, their once serene expression replaced with a sense of annoyance. Swiftly reaching into his space ring, he retrieved the legion’s badge, its surface emitting a powerful glow that filled the room.
With a slight frown, Liang gingerly touched the emblem, and to his surprise, a holographic figure materialized in the air before him.
It was none other than Zhuo Li.
"The time has come. Gather at the astral gate in three days," Zhuo Li’s voice resonated before the badge dimmed, and his form vanished.
Liang chuckled, rising to his feet. "It feels like just yesterday, but it’s been seven months already." He released a sigh, his voice tinged with nostalgia. "Time truly flies by."
"And now," he continued, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "The true fun is about to begin."
After careful consideration, he reached into his space ring and retrieved the mysterious black mirror. With a gentle touch of his finger, he delicately traced a peculiar symbol onto its surface. Instantly, the mirror began to glow, emitting an ethereal light that filled the room.
Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he closed his eyes and focused his mind. When he opened them once more, he found himself standing within a dimly lit, vacant chamber. The only object present was another black mirror, identical to the one he possessed but significantly larger, towering at an impressive three meters in both height and width.
As if sensing his arrival, the mirror’s surface began to glow. Gradually, the once obsidian surface dissolved, revealing a majestic gate beyond. Standing beside it was an imposing figure, a bald man clad in black armor, his back adorned with a pair of resplendent golden wings.
Liang’s eyes squinted, his irritation mounting as he surveyed the scene before him. "The Devil Court is getting more annoying with each passing day."
He shook his head, a hint of disappointment crossing his face. "Well, it doesn’t matter. As long as I avoid approaching the inner ring, I should be safe for now. Anyway, everything is almost ready," he muttered to himself.
Liang couldn’t help but chuckle. "Does the Starry Sky Alliance truly believe that nobody knows the true location of the Heavenly Will Palace?" he remarked, a sly grin forming on his face.
Liang’s grin widened, an air of malevolence surrounding him. "I can’t wait to see the look on their faces when they finally discover the truth."
"And as for the Mortal Ascension Legion..." his voice trailed off, his smile becoming even more wicked.
With his thoughts organized, he disappeared from the scene, leaving no trace behind.
In an instant, he materialized once again in front of the Inner City Gate. As he reached for his badge, a wide grin spread across his face, anticipation glinting in his eyes. But just then, his attention shifted as he glanced over his shoulder.
Within moments, three figures emerged. It was none other than Chang Jin, Bai Shuan, and Li Yan.
Updat𝒆d fr𝑜m freewebnøvel.com.
The trio glanced at him, each sporting a distinct expression. Bai Shuan’s face reflected astonishment, while Li Yan’s eyes sparkled with amusement. Chang Jin, on the other hand, wore a stoic expression, not bothering to acknowledge his presence.
Breaking the silence, Bai Shuan finally spoke up, "Ah, it’s you."
Disregarding Bai Shuan completely, his eyes were fixed intently on Chang Jin.
A cold glint flickered through his eyes as he meticulously employed his void sense to assess Chang Jin’s aura. "The middle stage of the Dao Integration Realm," he sneered inwardly.
The trio also retrieved their own badges, mirroring his actions, and soon the gate swung open.
Without hesitation, Liang confidently advanced, crossing the threshold, with the trio close behind him.
As he stepped into the bustling Inner City streets, a figure materialized beside Liang, instantly catching his attention. With her flowing purple hair and a captivating aroma surrounding her, she exuded an undeniable charm. Her green robe hugged her slender frame, adorned with delicate embroidered patterns of flowers and vines.
Each step she took commanded attention, her emerald eyes sparkling with intelligence. Her flawless complexion, high cheekbones, and luscious lips painted with a touch of deep plum added to her allure.
As Li Yan approached Liang, a warm smile graced her enchanting features, putting him at ease. "You must be fellow Daoist Liang," she said, her voice melodic and inviting, "Nice to meet you, I am Li Yan."
Liang’s raised an eyebrow and replied nonchalantly with a hint of skepticism in his tone, "And?"
Li Yan’s smile widened, her eyes dancing with mischief as she leaned in closer, her enchanting aroma enveloping him. "Come on, you don’t have to be so cold," she playfully chided. "Mi Ling has told me everything about you."
A fleeting surprise flickered in Liang’s eyes, quickly overtaken by laughter that bubbled forth from his core. "And here I thought you had something important."
Li Yan’s playful smile widened, her eyes mirroring the sparkle of his laughter. She leaned back slightly, a mischievous glimmer in her emerald orbs. "Oh, but I do," she teased, her voice holding a hint of mystery. "If I were in your shoes, I would have sought another planet already. It must be easy for someone like you."
His sneer grew colder as he retorted, "So, based on Mi Ling’s tidbits of information, you now make decisions for me?" Without bothering to look back, he walked away, disregarding her completely.
Being ignored in such a manner didn’t irritate her; instead, a sly smile appeared on her lips before following behind him towards the Astral Gate.
Surprisingly, Li Yan’s sly smile only grew wider, undeterred by his dismissive demeanor. A glimmer of intrigue danced in her eyes as she silently followed behind him, their footsteps echoing towards the towering Astral Gate.
After some time, Liang abruptly halted his steps, a sense of caution etched on his face. He closed his eyes and concentrated, activating his void sense to its fullest extent. As the waves of energy rippled through his core, he could feel the presence of numerous potent auras emanating from the area surrounding the Astral Gate.