Chapter 1186: Chapter 552: War
The old site of Gangrenboqi Peak is shrouded in perpetual snow and wind, as a man trudges through the snowy land beneath the heavy snowfall, the thick snow emitting soft sounds.
A Supreme Level apocalyptic battle once erupted here, the towering Golden Ancient Tree burned to ashes, the roots that traversed the mountain range long dead, leaving behind shocking fissures, like the earth’s wounds, unfathomably deep.
The battle ten years ago resulted in the dimensional instability that persists here, turning Gangrenboqi Peak into Earth’s forbidden zone. Migrating Tibetans sometimes claim to have seen an ancient, towering city amid the blizzard, standing on the desolate land, mysterious and remote.
Some even claim to have witnessed the resurrection of a God.
The dimensional chaos is intense, with many Ascenders aspiring to miracles attempting to venture into the Gangdis Mountains, only to vanish silently from this world.
The man, however, disregards the dimensional turbulence, draws a yellowed map from his pocket, and follows its guidance through the endless snow, finally arriving at a dark stone cave.
This dim stone cave seems untouched for millions of years, the twilight atmosphere imbued with a cryptic and profound sense, as if it were the lair of a lich or the grave of a Devil.
An exalted domain envelops this cave, as if forgotten on the world’s outskirts, akin to a bottomless black hole greedily devouring everything external, nothing can escape, naturally, nothing can escape outwards, absolutely no possibility of being spied upon.
This is the domain of the Ancient Supreme, the greatest concealment in the world.
"So pathetic, my brother."
He whispered: "I used to mock you from the place closest to Primordial, yet never imagined that now I too have become as pathetic as you."
The man defies the domain here.
He snapped his fingers, vermilion flames brightened at his fingertips, illuminating the darkness.
The cave walls are covered with flesh and membranes, undulating with rhythmic breathing, the veins are intertwined tree roots, faintly flowing with golden blood.
In the darkness stands a cross woven from golden vines.
A person wrapped in Mummy Cloth is nailed upon the cross, strangely and gruesomely.
"I must admire your greatness, you were the best schemer among us, yet unfortunately fell to the machinations of Father God and Mother God. But you are ultimately unwilling, right? I can hear your unwilling roars in dreams, your angry and venomous curses... Let me help you."
The man gazes at the corpse on the cross, softly speaking: "I can resurrect you."
The honored name of this corpse is already apparent.
Qiongqi Venerable.
This Supreme once held an apocalyptic ritual at Gangrenboqi Peak, but ultimately was devoured by Primordial, the Candle Light Divine Tree rooted in his corpse, absorbing the Third Power to grow.
In truth, the so-called Gangrenboqi Peak is essentially Qiongqi’s corpse.
But no one can find where his true body lies.
Only the Vermilion Bird, who once eroded the Primordial, can break open his domain.
Apart from that, Gu Jianlin, who had achieved Primordial, could also find him.
Unfortunately, after the battle at Gangrenboqi Peak, he has already fallen into slumber.
The slumber of Gods lasts at least tens of thousands of years.
Thus, it poses no threat.
"The new rules have initiated, but I absolutely do not agree that love is the truth of surpassing limits, perhaps my sorrow and anger are insufficient, my madness and despair have not reached the extreme. Without that humble thing, I can still change everything."
The man bit into his own wrist, the instant the golden blood flowing out spontaneously combusted, vermilion flames encircled a noble bird, its cry breaking the silence.
The ancient domain trembles loudly, like a hungry Evil Spirit seeing flesh.
"Awaken, my brother!"
Flames ignited the darkness, engulfing the golden cross ferociously.
The man pressed his hand against the heart of the corpse, shouting: "I grant you rebirth!"
His voice was not loud, yet it thunderously echoed in the stone cave.
The cave trembles, thunder pierces through the snowstorm.
The Mummy Cloth is utterly incinerated, revealing the dried corpse.
A colossal skeleton.
The forest white bones are as crystalline as jade, entwined with withered roots.
"Why are you hesitating?"
The man croaked: "Aeons have passed, sister remains the same young girl of the past, strong yet proud, tough yet tender. Perhaps she has always been a child longing for love, thus she buried herself with her own hands. Xi He is the newly born Supreme, and she too has now fallen into slumber, as for me, you have witnessed my state, what is there to fear?"
Fiery light brightens within the skull’s dark eye sockets, bones crackle explosively.
Vaguely echoes the roars of a colossal beast, seizing the soul.
"Yes, just like that."
The man becomes exhilarated: "Awaken!"
The dead soul seemingly opens its eyes, countless threads of flesh reborn upon the eerie skeleton.
Yet at this moment, the man reveals a strange smile.
Because what resurrects on that fearsome skeleton is not merely flesh, but also the intertwined black vines, dark sprouts nourished by blood, blooming into countless black lotus flowers!
The flames illuminate not just the corpse.
Also the man’s face.
The man’s stunningly handsome face is marked with grim scars, like shattered porcelain forcibly pieced back together, flowing with dim starlight in the wounds, symbolizing the primordial darkness of the Universe.
