Suddenly, as if a force of unimaginable magnitude had been unleashed, the intricate runic chains that encased the Kun Peng’s form shattered into countless minuscule fragments. The release of its unfathomable power reverberated through the air with a deafening boom, shaking the very foundations of the domain and causing the souls of all living beings to tremble in response.
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Powerful entities from every realm gazed upward in confusion and awe, their expressions filled with a mix of astonishment and trepidation.
Deep within the heart of the planet Nexus, an aged man slowly opened his eyes, a deep frown etched across his face. Sensing an imminent threat, he felt an urgent foreboding which compelled him to take immediate action.
In the depths of the devil court, a man adorned with an alluring yet devilish countenance widened his eyes in bewilderment. The surprise that danced within his irises betrayed the notion that this event had caught even him off guard.
Simultaneously, in the Martial Rising Realm, the supreme ruler himself, the Realm Lord, was jolted from his peaceful meditation by the sudden outburst of power. His eyes widened with a mix of shock and concern as he comprehended the magnitude of the disturbance that had consumed the entire domain.
As the runic chains shattered, the Kun Peng unfurled its colossal wings, stretching them with an awe-inspiring grandeur that covered the entire expanse of the city below. Each individual feather shimmered with an otherworldly luminescence, emitting a soft and ethereal glow that pierced through the darkness surrounding them. These feathers, imbued with the essence of pure light, radiated a warm and comforting brilliance that offered solace and a glimmer of hope to all who basked in their radiance.
From its towering height, the Kun Peng’s piercing azure eyes scanned the cityscape below, their gaze penetrating and profound. Within the depths of those ancient eyes, an infinite wisdom, wrought by the passage of countless ages, resided. With every subtle movement and flicker of thought, the Kun Peng’s gaze conveyed a weight and significance that surpassed the comprehension of mortals.
Continuing to extend its wings, the Kun Peng summoned a gentle breeze that sprang forth from its resplendent feathers, carrying with it a haunting and melodious tune. The these ethereal notes, as enchanting as they were harmonious, resonated throughout every nook and cranny of the domain, reaching deep into the core of every living being, stirring emotions long forgotten and awakening a sense of awe-inspiring wonder.
Upon hearing this ethereal song, many experts couldn’t help but let out exclamations of disbelief and admiration.
"Dao Rhythm!"
"Is that... could it be? The Dao Rhythm?" gasped one expert, eyes wide with awe as they listened intently.
"I never thought I would witness this in my lifetime. It is said that the Dao Rhythm has not been heard since the Origin Epoch," whispered another, their voice tinged with reverence.
"The Dao Rhythm is said to hold immense power and knowledge. To hear it once again is a gift beyond measure," murmured a seasoned expert, their voice filled with reverence for the ancient lore.
Liang, overwhelmed by the magnificence of the moment, nodded in silent approval. However, his brow furrowed with a tinge of concern as a sense of impending calamity washed over him.
He shifted his gaze upward, his void piercing eyes seeming to pierce through the very fabric of the heavens.
But then, something astonishing occurred, causing Liang’s jaw to drop in utter disbelief.
His surprise mirrored that of every living being within the domain, as shock and awe painted their faces in vivid hues.
A deep rumbling rang out, resonating through the very fabric of the domain, drowning out the enchanting melody of the Dao Rhythm.
Thunderous echoes reverberated throughout the heavens, causing the foundations of the domain to shudder and quiver with a palpable tension.
***
Deep within the heart of the devil realm, Revenant Xuan inhaled sharply, his expression taut with a mix of apprehension and recognition. "Another Great Catastrophe looms upon us," he murmured.
In the recesses of the devil court, the handsome man at its center stood up abruptly, his gaze fixated on the unfolding spectacle.
***
Within a hidden secret realm ensconced within the Common Road Realm, Star Devourer Daoist , deep in his meditative state, abruptly opened his eyes, a sense of perturbation and worry furrowing his brow. Relying on his intuition, he swiftly produced a spirit talisman and activated its latent power.
"To all seventh-order realm experts, wherever you may be, conceal yourselves!" Star Devourer’s voice resounded with urgency and intensity. "Mask your life force, shroud your aura, and disappear from sight! Death is approaching!"
After issuing his warning, Star Devourer swiftly formed multiple intricate hand seals, summoning an ancient and complex formation that surrounded him with a shield of hidden power.
Satisfied with his preparations, Star Devourer let out a weary sigh before closing his eyes once more, retreating back into the depths of his cultivation.
***
At the heart of the Mortal Ascension Legion’s main headquarters, Bi Tian shared a grave look with a young man standing by his side. "Order the immediate withdrawal of all our generals to the castle."
The young man, his expression somber and resolute, nodded and vanished from the room, his footsteps swiftly carrying out the command.
"An ancient being?" Bi Tian mused to himself, a flicker of worry crossing his face. "I hope their presence here does not prolong our troubles."
***
Even within the Heaven Fortune Domain, powerful faction leaders swiftly relayed orders to their experts, commanding them to retreat to secure locations.
Within the secluded sanctuary of the Heavenly Yin Cliff secret realm, a man with vibrant green hair suddenly opened his eyes, a spark of curiosity dancing within his emerald gaze. "The Kun Peng True Ancestor still alive... Fascinating," he murmured. "Let us witness the response of the Origin Heaven to the existence of an Immortal Foundation Realm expert."
***
High above the sub-origin domain, in the vast expanse of empty void, a pair of eyes materialized, cold and devoid of emotion. They fixated upon the planet Floria for a lingering moment, a flicker of anger shimmering behind their frigid facade, before vanishing into nothingness.
As soon as the eyes disappeared, a cataclysmic event unfolded, shaking the very fabric of the realm to its core.
Celestial lightning crackled and cascaded through the domain, rending the air with its sheer force and electrifying power.
Terrifying lightning tribulations showered down with relentless fury, specifically targeting seventh-order realm experts, particularly those practicing the Dao Path.
Amidst the chaos and destruction, the anguished cries of the fallen souls reverberated through the air, their voices tainted with despair and desperation. Curses and screams intertwined with the thunderous roar of the storm, creating a dissonant symphony of agony.
"Damn the heavens! What cruel game are they playing with us? We are nothing more than hapless pawns in their twisted designs!" bellowed a voice filled with bitter resentment.
"Fate has dealt us a cruel hand, snuffing out our lives with reckless abandon," whispered another, their words carrying a tinge of hopelessness.
As the lightning tribulations continued their relentless assault, conversations of despair and resignation filled the air. Discouragement spread like a suffocating blanket, as survival seemed like an impossible dream for many Seventh Order Realm experts.
"We are doomed! There is no escape from this merciless onslaught," cried out a power late stage Void Transformation Realm expert, his voice tinged with defeat.
"What purpose do we serve if we are to meet our end like insects beneath the storm’s fury?" questioned a late stage Soul Alter Formation Realm expert, their voice hollow and devoid of hope.
Despite the realm being riddled with death and destruction, numerous experts of the Seventh Order Realm convened.
"We cannot stay here any longer. The lower origin domain offers us no hope," whispered one expert to another, their voice filled with a sense of urgency.
"But how can we reach the upper origin domain? It is a treacherous journey," replied another, skepticism lacing their words.
"We have no other choice. If we stay here, we are doomed. We must gather our strength and make the ascent."
"Is there any hope waiting for us in the upper origin domain? Or is it simply another abyss of despair?" pondered a voice filled with doubt.
As the survivors discussed their concerns and fears, a common goal emerged – to escape the clutches of desperation and find a sliver of hope in the upper origin domain. Conversations shifted from despair to determination, fueling their collective resolve.
"We may not know what lies ahead, but we know what awaits us if we stay here. We cannot let despair consume us. We must take a leap of faith."
Overwhelmed with a sense of urgency, those experts acted swiftly, seizing the opportunity to ascend to the upper origin domain before it was too late.
"To the Empyrean Realm!"
A flicker of realization dawned upon a few astute individuals who noticed the conspicuous absence of disturbances targeting that particular realm.