Realm-Hopping Martial Master

Chapter 1167: Chapter 625: Factions Gather! Inside the Saint Tomb!

The cold, dead silence enveloped the core of the Abyssal Star Vortex, with twisted space folds pressing together like solidified giant waves.

The light spot at the center is the flaw formed in this Saint Tomb due to the erosion of endless years, and it is also the weakest point.

The light spot fluctuated unpredictably, like a huge piece of glass with cracks, stubbornly burning, emitting energy waves that even made Venerables’ hearts tremble.

Three landing crafts struggled to stabilize within the invisible spatial turbulence, akin to fragile duckweed drifting on dark currents.

As time passed, the sense of distortion from outside became increasingly pronounced. The metal cabin walls emitted groans of overload, and the Defense Runes engraved upon them flickered uncertainly, striving to resist the omnipresent external pressure.

"Begin to stabilize the passage."

Elder Lei’s voice penetrated the comms array, cutting through the suffocating energy turbulence inside the landing craft, deep and forceful, leaving no room for doubt.

The first to make a move was the scar-faced elder from the War Alliance.

His bronze hand reached forward to grasp at the void, devoid of radiant brilliance, and a force field as heavy as an ancient mountain suddenly descended.

The space fold in front of him was visibly flattened slightly, as though a giant fist had plunged into a sticky mire, briefly opening up a relatively stable area.

This elder seemed to not be proficient in Space Law, using instead the sheer unmatched Law of Power to forcibly carve out a foothold in this chaotic space.

"What tremendous power!"

Jiang Shu witnessed this and marveled secretly.

Zhan Feng, admiring as well, nodded and said, "Not many in the alliance specialize in the Law of Power. This Elder Lei’s understanding of power is second only to a Saint’s. If you have the chance, you should consult him."

Jiang Shu agreed.

The Law of Power is of a very high level. Although many powerful cultivators cultivate it, only a few could consider it a fundamental law.

"Hmph!"

Almost simultaneously, a white-bearded elder from an Overlord Power coldly snorted and flicked his finger.

Silver beams, thin as hair, shot precisely from his fingertips into the edge of the field-hardened area.

These silver beams were not entities but the utmost refined manifestations of the Cutting Law.

They cut along the edges of the force field like the most agile carving knives, silently smoothing out the stubborn spatial folds like decayed wood.

This was the Cutting Dao, the very path Jiang Shu practiced.

By observing a Great Power in action, he could gain insight into his own cultivation path.

The body of the Mechanical Divine Envoy, dark blue, also moved.

Its movement was sudden, as if sliding, appearing near the nascent tunnel entrance.

It did not raise a hand to cast spells; instead, an exceedingly complex geometric array lit up at the chest plate.

The array rotated silently, its intangible spatial model construction and stabilization algorithms transforming into a substantive force field that spread out.

Where it covered, the violent space turbulence seemed confined and analyzed by an invisible grid, calming down and finely reinforcing and maintaining the passage carved by the scar-faced elder and Elder Yun together.

The cold data stream seemed to replace chaotic laws, taming them.

On another side, the Great Power from the Giant Spirit Clan roared, summoning a massive warhammer entwined with a bronze-colored aura.

Instead of collaborating to build the passage with the War Alliance and the Mechanical Clan’s Great Powers, he fiercely slammed the warhammer onto a violently rolling space fold near the entrance.

A dark red glow of the Destruction Law burst from the hammerhead, abruptly collapsing and stalling the fold, greatly reducing the main passage’s pressure.

His method was crude yet direct, like a bull paving the way, securing critical time and space for the intricately woven passage.

The Heavenly Crystal Divine General lit up with dazzling blue-white arcs, weaving in front of him to form a massive rhombus-shaped force field shield, standing at the forefront, neutralizing the most chaotic and violent space fragments from the tunnel entrance like a thermal barrier in front of a furnace.

The compound eyes of the Insect Clan glimmered with eerie green light, and chitinous mandibles opened and closed, emitting a silent energy resonance waveform that spread outward.

This waveform peculiarly resonated with the inherent weak energy pulsations within the spatial folds.

It was like applying peculiar fingering on a runaway string instrument, releasing energy from overly active unstable points that could potentially cause a chain collapse, indirectly maintaining partial balance.

Even though this balance carried the unique eeriness and coldness of the Insect Clan.

The methods of the various clan powerhouses showcased, like Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea, each exhibiting their Divine Skills.

Different Star Artifacts flickered with the glow representing different laws, and different magic mapped mysterious trajectories.

This was a symphony of power, as much as a contest in precision.

Strands of formidable power were cautiously invested into that twisted area, delicately threading through like needles through a fragile glass artwork about to shatter.

The broken space fragments were smoothed out by invisible forces like glass shards.

Under the guidance of countless forces, the light spot at the entrance arduously stretched from a twisted ellipse into an unstable portal, barely accommodating a person, its edges constantly wavering and flickering.

"Now!"

"Go!"

Elder Lei’s shout exploded like thunder in everyone’s ears.

The foreheads of the few powerhouses stabilizing the passage were already sweating, especially the scar-faced elder and the white-bearded elder maintaining the main passage, their auras slightly fluctuating due to intense consumption.

The portal trembled, always on the verge of warping and disintegrating again.

After all, this was a Saint’s creation, and it could very well be a little world created by a Saint in the late or even peak stage. Even if the Saint was already dead, forcibly opening a breach in a little world was not something ordinary cultivators could accomplish.

Just carving out the passage had already held back nearly ten Venerable Peak Realm powerhouses.

No wonder the Mechanical Clan was willing to share such a great opportunity with others.

Such costs would be hard to bear, even for a supreme force.

No more urging was needed as the already-prepared powerhouses from various clans shot forward like arrows from a bowstring.

The Human Clan’s Zhan Feng, Zhan Yun, Jiang Shu, and several elders leading elite juniors followed closely behind.

The Mechanical Clan’s "Entropy" slid silently, almost creating an afterimage with its speed.

The Giant Spirit Clan’s young master roared as he charged through the portal.

The Insect Clan, Heavenly Crystal Clan, Nomads, and Treasure Hunters from various Overlord Powers also used their respective methods, transforming into flowing light, merging into space, or leaving faint phantoms, employing various techniques to swarm in.

Stepping through the Light Gate, Jiang Shu felt as if diving into solidified honey, sticking and sluggish.

Enormous invisible pressure squeezed from all directions, carrying an ancient, decaying, yet vast and heavy sensation.

He instinctively mobilized Space Power for protection, instantly lighting the runes on the Shui Huan Gloves. A layer of invisible space membrane isolated most of the pressure, but the heavy sense of temporal and spatial stagnation still seeped into his bones and soul through the protective power.

The light receded, and the scene opened up.

The world before him was entirely different from the dead, desolate tomb he imagined.

It was a world that appeared nearly complete.

Looking up, he did not see a dark cosmos or distorted light and shadow but a sky with a dusk hue, filled with strange cracks.

Thick clouds, like solid lead blocks, bore the golden-red glow of a sunset, as if the evening glow was eternally fixed at the moment before collapse.

The light was dim yet constant, casting a twilight sense of decline in the air.

The land was not level, and the view was of countless floating mountains and fragmented terrestrial plates.

Massive peaks hung upside down on the horizon, and rivers broke off in the void, solidifying into glittering gem-like long chains.

Lush vegetation covered many floating islands, the trees improbably enormous, their leaves glinting with metallic and crystalline luster, bizarrely twisted as if sculpted by some force.

Particles of phosphorescence floated in the air, like miniature stars, exuding a faint yet pure wave of energy.