Numerous experts of the Runic Mastery Realm, caught unprepared and unable to conceal their presence, were compelled to seek refuge in the Empyrean Realm.
Floria was no exception; many of its experts were making their ascension.
For an entire week, lightning storms of unprecedented scale wreaked havoc, ushering in a catastrophe the likes of which had never been witnessed.
By then, every expert had firmly committed to their path, their resolve unshakable. A deeper understanding emerged, echoing through the essence of being: the value of progressive movement far outweighed the lure of complacency.
Curiously, the vicinity of Kun Peng city remained tranquil, its silence pierced only by the melody of the Dao rhythm.
Liang, utilizing his void sense to grasp the unfolding events beyond his immediate surroundings, found his attention drawn back to Kun Peng.
Were it not for his concurrent awareness of the external world, the swift passage of seven days under the influence of the Dao rhythm would have gone unnoticed.
"It appears the Dao rhythm bears an influence on the flow of time," he mused to himself.
Suddenly, lightning bolts surged towards a single, fateful destination - Floria. The celestial tapestry was inundated with a blinding torrent of electricity, inciting terror among every sentient being.
Above Floria, the sky ignited with the brilliance of a million suns, casting the horizon into a fiery inferno. Forests crackled into flames, mortals dissolved into ethereal oblivion, and a suffocating wave of heat consumed the planet. Even beneath the icy crust of Frostfell, a cataclysmic upheaval ensued, as the towering spires of ice crumbled and shattered.
Just as abruptly as it had begun, the heavenly bombardment ceased within mere seconds, leaving behind a smoldering void. The illusory suns in the sky vanished, replaced by a solitary arc of crimson lightning that descended upon Floria with fearsome velocity, piercing through the frozen surface and hovering above Kun Peng City.
With an earth-shattering detonation, the red lightning arc erupted into a tempestuous thunderstorm. Within the swirling vortex, an ominous outline emerged - the unmistakable silhouette of a dragon.
Towering above Kun Peng City, the colossal red lightning dragon was a sight to behold. Its scales shimmered with an otherworldly radiance, as if forged from the very essence of the storm. Crimson bolts of electricity danced along its serpentine body, crackling with an energy that could rend the heavens asunder. Its eyes, devoid of emotion, burned with an infernal glow, instilling fear in the hearts of even the most valiant warriors. Its crimson eyes, devoid of emotion, surveyed Kun Peng City with a disdainful gaze. In contrast, the Kun Peng met its adversary with an expression of defiance, as if taunting the might of the heavens.
Slowly, the dragon’s eyes flickered with a glimmer of consciousness. In a voice that resonated through the minds of all beings, it uttered a chilling proclamation:
"Thou who hast defied the will of the heavens, prepare thyself for the wrath of the heavens!"
"Thou shalt bow down in servitude and abase thyself before our might!"
Mortals and experts alike buckled to their knees, their voices silenced by an unspoken command that echoed through their souls like the voice of heaven itself.
Undeterred, the Kun Peng let out a mocking laugh, its wings unfurling to their full extent. Black and white winds danced around its ethereal form, illuminating the realm with a blinding radiance.
As the light subsided, a human figure emerged from the resplendent shell of the Kun Peng. With a captivating presence, he possessed flowing black hair that cascaded over his shoulders like a silken waterfall. His piercing azure eyes held an enigmatic depth, as if they contained the wisdom of ages. Clad in a white robe that shimmered like a thousand stars, he exuded an ethereal aura that both awed and intimidated.
Hearing the Heaven’s Voice for the first time, the man scoffed, "It appears this so-called heaven is merely a hideaway for cowards."
There’s a legend that narrates the tumultuous birth of the Kun Peng, an event shrouded in mysticism and perceived as a defiance against the celestial order. It suggests that from its inception, Kun Peng was embroiled in a relentless struggle against the immutable Heavenly Daos. Preferring death over the oppressive chains of fate, it embodied a spirit of rebellious defiance.
The Kun was not willing to be restricted to the sea, and it fought against the Heavens. It was unknown just how many Kun were struck down by the Heavens, but the Kun would rather die fighting the restrictions of heaven and earth than remain as it was. In the end, the Kun transformed into the Peng, resulting in the legend of the Kunpeng.
It was wildly arrogant, not even placing the heavens in its eyes. It would rather die than submit. Its will was incredibly stubborn.
"Thou shalt surrender and be annihilated,"
The Heaven’s Voice resonated, its thunderous decree echoing across the vast expanse.
Once more, the air crackled with palpable tension as the formidable red lightning dragon unfurled its massive maw. Within the shadowed depths, a deafening roar shook the very foundation of the realm, heralding the unleashing of a golden flame. This was no ordinary blaze; it was an ethereal inferno that defied the natural order, emitting neither warmth nor light. Yet, its mere presence sent ice-cold shivers cascading down Liang’s spine, a foreboding chill that seemed to herald the end of days.
Around him, the vibrant hues of the world dimmed, succumbing to a monochrome pallor as if color itself recoiled in fear. A suffocating dread, thick and tangible, enveloped the hearts of myriad beings scattered throughout the realm. It was as though the very air they breathed had thickened, laden with the ominous weight of impending doom.
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"HEAVEN PUNISHMENT FLAME!" Deep within his mysterious realm, Star Devourer Daoist found himself gasping in awe.
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"Heaven Punishment Flame," whispered Bi Tian, now appearing as an unremarkable mortal devoid of any distinctive aura or presence.
The Heaven Punishment Flame, also known as the Finality Flame, was a legendary force that wielded the power of the celestial law. It possessed the ability to annihilate all existence, making it the most potent flame in the vast expanse of the cosmos. Legends whispered that during the cataclysmic end of the previous epoch, this flame had extinguished the lives of countless Immortal Crossing Stage Experts, its destructive power far surpassing even the Life-Ending Tribulation Lightning.
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The man clad in white, his eyes narrowing at the sight of the flame, soon let a serene smile play across his lips. "And here I was, thinking this was the genuine thing."
"It appears I’m merely dealing with an inconsequential projection of the heavens, a mere shadow of its true form. Even the flame itself is a feeble imitation, a pale reflection of its celestial counterpart."
Disappointment etched itself on the white-robed man’s face, his voice dripping with condescension. "Nevertheless, it suffices for me to test my Azure Chaos."
Kun Peng Ancestor initiated a sequence of intricate hand seals, his fingers dancing through the air with the grace and precision of a celestial choreographer. Countless seals materialized and danced around him, each one shimmering with otherworldly energy.
Behind him, the Yin-Yang wheel manifested, its majestic form pulsating with an ethereal glow. The wheel was adorned with countless runes, each representing a distinct Dao, the fundamental forces that governed the domain.
"Kun Peng Yin-Yang Way, Azure Chaos!"
As Kun Peng Ancestor’s words echoed through the realm, the Yin-Yang wheel spun with blinding speed, creating a mesmerizing vortex of light and energy. The surrounding stars flickered and dimmed momentarily, as though the natural order had been disrupted by the sheer power of the technique.