He aspires to forge a heavenly core, surpassing even the exalted construct of the Infernal Void Emperor by harnessing chaos essence as his medium—an ambition far loftier than utilizing mere boundless essence.
However, the task of condensing chaos essence is daunting—a feat seldom accomplished by the rarest of beings across the eons. This is precisely why the acquisition of the Primordial Heavenly Vein Fragment is critical to him; only with it can he hope to truly grasp chaos essence.
With a faint, knowing smile, he dismisses all else as trivial until the compass is in his grasp.
Resolute, he affirms his next destination: "To the Galactic Dragon City I go, without a shadow of doubt this time."
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Heavenly Fortune Domain~
Within the treacherous expanse of the Heavenly Yin Cliff, a region cloaked in eternal darkness, an inexplicable sense of dread pervaded the air. This haunting place was eternally haunted by ghostly apparitions, their ethereal moans and howls reverberating through the desolate landscape, a constant reminder of the tormented spirits trapped within this malevolent realm. It was believed that the souls of deceased experts, burdened by unresolved desires, were ensnared within its ethereal depths, their fragmented essence scattered throughout the domain.
Amidst the macabre atmosphere, whispers of a legend persisted, a tale of a prodigious cultivator who defied death itself, his essence rekindled and resurrected within this forsaken domain.
The origins of the Heavenly Yin Cliff remained shrouded in uncertainty and mystery, with speculation rife that it emerged in the aftermath of the graet catastrophe —a lasting scar etched upon the fabric of domain.
In this unholy ground, a suffocating miasma of death Qi clung to every corner, saturating the very essence of the air. Even the most indomitable Soul Alter Devil Experts would find it an arduous task to endure more than a fleeting moment within this oppressive region.
Through the thick fog of deathly mist, a chillingly feminine voice pierced the unnerving silence, its words carrying an ethereal yet commanding presence.
"Share your thoughts, little black," the voice intoned, its cadence as cold as the icy winds that swept across the desolate cliff.
"Squeak, squeak,"From the shadows, a faint sound, barely audible, escaped—a soft and uncertain response, like a small creature contemplating its answer.
"Do you believe he will succeed?" The voice resonated with anticipation, yearning for an outcome that defied the odds.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak," responded the creature, its utterances dripping with intrigue and uncertainty.
A mixture of awe and amazement lingered, as the voice pondered further.
"It is a rare occurrence for any living being to withstand the perils of this place for even a single day, yet this individual has defied all odds, surviving for an astonishing five years," the voice pondered aloud.
"Squeak," came the nod of agreement, signifying the peculiarity of the man’s endurance.
A palpable curiosity tinged with awe emanated from the surrounding beings, drawn to a swirling vortex of death Qi and Yin energy materializing before their eyes. Though such phenomena were not uncommon in this haunted region, it captured their fascination, holding them in a morbid trance.
Sitting cross-legged, an enigmatic figure with ethereal white hair exuded an air of determination. A colossal shadowy figure loomed behind him, its dominance palpable yet its features elusive. Though obscured, its presence invoked a spine-chilling unease capable of striking fear into the bravest warrior’s heart.
Suddenly, the shadowy figure raised its hands, and a convergence of diverse energies began to take shape. The elements entwined in a mesmerizing dance, their movements creating an intricate display as they morphed into the form of a black altar.
As the altar manifested, the deathly fog started to dissipate, reluctant to impede its progress. Thunder rumbled ominously, harmonizing with the anguished cries of the tormented spirits. The ethereal ambiance was further accentuated by bolts of lightning, descending in a torrential downpour, each strike accompanied by the agonized howls of the ghosts it scorched.
Gradually, the lightning bolts began to coalesce, intertwining and fusing together. The crackling and sizzling of electric energy filled the air, creating a dazzling spectacle of blinding light. The bolts transformed, taking on the formidable shape of a colossal lightning axe, its pulsating glow hinting at its devastating power.
Amidst a resounding boom, the colossal axe hurtled through the air, its trajectory set on colliding with the nascent black altar.
With a swift and fluid motion, the shadowy figure extended its arm, summoning a whirlwind of dark energy that swirled around its colossal form. The eerie vortex seemed to draw in the surrounding darkness, fueling its power.
As the lightning axe neared the black altar, crackling with electric fury, the shadowy figure unleashed its wrath. The whirlwind of dark energy converged into a concentrated point, swirling around its outstretched hand, forming a massive black scythe. The blade, gleaming with a malevolent aura, bore intricate engravings that seemed to writhe and pulse with an ethereal light.
As the lightning axe hurtled towards the black altar, the shadowy figure swung the scythe with a swift and powerful motion. The blade sliced through the air, leaving behind a trail of black wisps that twisted and coiled, as if hungry for destruction.
The lightning axe, crackling with fierce energy, met the black scythe with a deafening clash. The collision sent shockwaves rippling through the desolate landscape, causing the surrounding spirits to wail in anguish. Arcs of electricity crackled along the scythe’s blade, threatening to overwhelm it.
But the shadowy figure, unyielding in its resolve, channeled its dark power through the scythe. The blade radiated with an intensified malevolence, pushing back against the lightning axe’s assault. With each swing, the scythe unleashed pulses of darkness that clashed with the lightning, creating explosive bursts of energy.
The lightning axe’s once blinding glow weakened, its energy waning against the onslaught of darkness.
With a final, mighty swing, the shadowy figure summoned all its power into the scythe. The black blade crackled with an overwhelming surge of energy, surpassing the feeble remnants of the lightning axe. The scythe’s edge connected with the weakened axe, and a cataclysmic explosion erupted
As the clash between the scythe and the lightning axe subsided, a serene stillness washed over the desolate landscape of the Heavenly Yin Cliff. The shadows seemed to retreat, giving way to a soft, ethereal light that emanated from the pulsating black altar.
The figure with ethereal white hair remained seated cross-legged before the altar, unaffected by the chaos that had unfolded. His eyes, once closed in deep concentration, slowly opened, revealing a piercing and emotionalss gaze.
As his gaze met the black altar, a surge of energy coursed through his veins, fueling his determination. His hands rose from his sides, and strands of white energy, like the wisps of an otherworldly fog, began to intertwine and dance around his fingertips.
Whispers of ancient incantations escaped his lips, The black altar responded to his call, its surface shimmering with a mysterious luminescence.
With each word uttered, the black altar underwent a transformation, its edges becoming sharper and more defined. Intricate patterns, reminiscent of celestial constellations and unfathomable symbols of forbidden arts, etched themselves onto its surface, pulsating with an otherworldly energy.
A surge of Yin energy rose from within the depths of the Heavenly Yin Cliff, merging with the altar’s essence, The altar seemed to grow in stature, its presence commanding the attention of all around.
As the awakening of the altar neared its completion, the man’s gaze turned towards the colossal shadowy being that loomed behind him.