Chapter 649: Chapter 622 Triunity (Grand Finale)_3
The Primordial Ancestor roared furiously, his long hair flying wildly, his eyes fierce and menacing.
His state of mind, somewhat collapsed.
Lu Yan and the others, challenging the increasingly strong, such a scenario, he had never encountered before.
In the depths of his heart, a trace of fear had already arisen.
But more so, it was greed.
Swallow!
As long as he swallowed Lu Ming, Tang Feng, and Lu Yan.
His physique would surely undergo a transformation, and his cultivation level might very well break through, surpassing even his most prime period.
Boom!
He swung the Destruction Whip, aiming to kill the trio of Lu Ming.
"Use the Trinity Skill to annihilate him,"
Lu Ming’s voice echoed in the minds of Tang Feng and Lu Yan, followed by a stream of information into the mind of Lu Yan.
It was the method of utilizing the Trinity Skill.
This skill, originally meant for a single person’s cultivation, but the three of them might also be able to use it, merging their forces to induce a qualitative change, exploding in power.
Lu Yan swiftly began to comprehend this technique.
While comprehending, he launched a full-on counterattack.
Lu Ming, Tang Feng, and Lu Yan became one spear, one sword, one blade, clashing with the Primordial Ancestor.
The four peerless powerhouses unfolded the most pinnacle battle ever seen in this world, fighting until the heavens shattered and the stars extinguished.
Soon, they had exchanged hundreds of moves without a clear victor.
They fought from the boundless starry sky to the Origin Continent, and back from the Origin Continent to the boundless starry sky, and then from the boundless starry sky to the Chaos Void, and finally back to the boundless starry sky...
Their battle had spanned over a thousand moves.
In the process of the battle, the cooperation between Lu Ming, Tang Feng, and Lu Yan became increasingly tacit.
From initially being slightly at a disadvantage to eventually being equal with the Primordial Ancestor.
At this time, Lu Yan and Tang Feng had both successively fully grasped the method of the Trinity Skill.
The method of the Trinity Skill, although complex, their cultivation levels allowed them to directly penetrate the essence of any technique, merely a glance was suffice to understand it thoroughly.
"Strike now, Trinity!"
Lu Ming let out a long howl.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Their figures flickering, they arranged themselves in a triangular formation, their auras fully intertwined and merging, their power surging explosively.
Boom!
Their combined power took the form of a furnace, pressing down on the Primordial Ancestor.
The Primordial Ancestor swung the Destruction Whip to counter.
With a loud bang, the Primordial Ancestor was sent reeling back, both hands shattered, and the Destruction Whip flung away.
"How is this possible?"
The Primordial Ancestor let out an incredulous roar.
The combined strength of Lu Ming’s trio had completely surpassed his own.
Boom!
The furnace struck again, at the center of the three combatants was the mouth of the furnace, emanating a terrifying devouring force, firmly locking onto the Primordial Ancestor.
"World-Ending Palm," the Primordial Ancestor screamed, rebuilding his hands, and exerting all his strength to unleash two palms, but once again, he was flung backwards, coughing up blood, his body tattered, nearly exploding.
Hum!
The furnace pressed down again, the devouring force of the furnace’s mouth growing even more terrifying, swallowing the Primordial Ancestor in a single gulp, frantically refining him.
This furnace seemed like the Furnace of World-End, filled with the brilliance of spears, Sword Qi, and the light of blades.
Mercilessly grinding down, anything that entered would be destroyed.
The Primordial Ancestor struggled frantically, attempting to break free, but he found he could not; he struggled in vain as countless spear brilliances, Sword Qi, and blade lights continuously assaulted him, his body beginning to crumble.
Unwilling to accept his fate, he unleashed every technique he had, all to no avail.
Crash!
His hands exploded, turning to dust.
Following that his feet, his torso...
Continuously blowing apart, until only a head remained.
In the Primordial Ancestor’s eyes was all unwillingness, but he knew the overall situation was beyond him.
He had never expected that in his own world, he would actually be defeated.
If someone had told him this before, he would never have believed it.
"Victors be king, losers be thwarted. I have lost, but you won’t live much longer either. Do you know why I awoke earlier than planned? That’s because I sensed a great foe approaching, coming through the void. When the time comes, all of you will die."
"If not for this, I could have waited a few more cultivation cycles. In that case, not only would my previous injuries have fully healed, but I might also have progressed further, surpassing my past peak and entering another realm. How could I possibly be defeated by you?"
"Hahaha, I’ll take my leave first, wait for you..."
Splat!
The Primordial Ancestor’s head burst, leaving only his voice echoing.
Only after confirming that the Primordial Ancestor had completely fallen, not a trace of lingering soul, imprint, or brand remained, did the three of them dissolve the Trinity and stand apart.
However, their expressions were somewhat grave.
They all pondered the words of the Primordial Ancestor, wondering if they were true or false?
Or to put it another way, how much truth and how much falsehood were there?
But reason told them that what the Primordial Ancestor said at the end might be true.
The Primordial Ancestor, having slain the Primeval Spirit, also suffered a terrible injury, close to death, and after falling, he transformed into the Origin Continent, evolving into the boundless starry sky.
It was only after a long time that he slowly regained consciousness.
After that, he manipulated the ebb of cultivation to recover from his injuries.
Expanding the boundless starry sky, engulfing the void, using the mechanism of fate to evolve strong physiques, encouraging living beings to create methods, and improving his own path with the wisdom of living beings.
Setting such an extensive layout for so many years, his ambition was huge; most likely, he wanted to surpass his peak period and break through to a completely new level.
But now the Primordial Ancestor hadn’t broken through his cultivation, and his injuries hadn’t even healed; he had barely recovered to his previous peak, yet he had awoken prematurely.
That didn’t make sense.
It is very possible that the Primordial Ancestor truly sensed a powerful enemy approaching and had to awaken early.
Whoever could make the Primordial Ancestor give up his years of planning and awaken early, must be incredibly powerful, perhaps even more so than the Primordial Ancestor himself.
"We’ll handle whatever comes; let them come. What kind of storm have we not seen on our journey?"
Tang Feng spoke up, his sword intent ringing out dominantly and mightily.
"A sound argument indeed."
Lu Ming and Lu Yan shared a smile as they looked at each other.
The three figures stood side by side, gazing into the void, like three immortal monuments. (End of Book)
