Chapter 177: Chapter 81: The [Ancient God Curse] Descending from the Sky
The very instant the Ancient God’s Hand appeared.
The countless buildings of Split Mist Town were instantly razed to the ground.
The very fabric of space seemed to be completely compressed and sealed.
BOOM... RUMBLE...
A tremendous roar reverberated between heaven and earth, a sound so loud it could be heard clearly even in Ogrande City.
Within Split Mist Town, inside the Forbidden Curtain Ceremony, the top-tier Level Seven and Level Eight masters—and even the hidden Level Nine powerhouse—all involuntarily raised their heads.
They gazed upon the ancient Spell, the first to manifest the Power of the Ancient Gods in the tides of the new era.
Simultaneously, the grave and resonant voice of the Level Eight expert swept across the area.
"Everyone... mobilize all your power! Pour it into the nearest Ritual Platform! If we can’t stop this... we’re all going to die!"
The Transcendents inside the Ritual Curtain scrambled to the Ritual Platforms nearest to them.
They poured their Energy into the platforms.
This was an Ancient God Curse, and one that had been brewing for a very long time.
If they failed to stop it.
Even a Level 9 Transcendent would perish.
"RUMBLE..."
The Ancient God’s Hand, larger than Split Mist Town itself, came crashing down.
The moment the Ancient God’s Hand collided with the Forbidden Curtain Ceremony.
CRACKLE... CRACKLE...
Inside the Forbidden Curtain Ceremony, a sound like a string of firecrackers echoed as, one by one, the Lower Rank Level Transcendents exploded where they stood, like firecrackers made of flesh and blood.
As they burst apart, what remained of their flesh and blood was instantly ignited by the seeping power of the Crying Blood Sun.
In an instant, the entire area within the Forbidden Curtain Ceremony became a sea of blood-red flames.
Everyone, from the Level Six Transcendents to the mysterious Level Nine expert, tried to resist the terrifying flames.
But this was a divine flame, born of a god’s battle. How could they possibly stop it?
They were all set ablaze.
Yet, none of the Transcendents within the Forbidden Curtain Ceremony had the mind to spare for the flames.
In their struggle against the Ancient God’s Hand, the thirty-odd Level Six Transcendents were all staggered as if by a Heavy Strike.
The handful of Level Seven Transcendents were not faring well either.
Enduring the assault of the Ancient God’s Hand while being set on fire, the faces of the many Transcendents turned ashen.
Faintly, many of them could hear the whispers of Death in their ears.
Gritting their teeth, the Transcendents looked up at the descending Ancient God’s Hand.
’We blocked the attack. Is it over?’
In their desperate plight, a flicker of hope ignited within many of them.
But in the next moment,
their hope was utterly crushed by the Ancient God’s Hand.
The majestic Ancient God’s Hand had not dissipated.
Instead, it began to close into a fist.
The power contained within it surged dramatically.
’The last attack was just a prelude. This is the main course!’
Seeing the Ancient God’s Hand clench, preparing to strike the Forbidden Curtain Ceremony with even greater force, the expressions of the Level Eight and Level Nine experts darkened.
Even they were unsure if the Forbidden Curtain Ceremony could withstand the coming blow.
’They think they can block this?’
Atop the majestic Tree of the Magic Ring, Zorn controlled the attack of the Ancient God Curse.
’Without the Divine Power of the Divine Kingdom, they might have had a chance. But I now command that power. This Forbidden Curtain Ceremony stands no chance!’
The instant the Ancient God’s Hand clenched shut,
Zorn unleashed the power from his Divine Kingdom.
Although the Divine Power of the Divine Kingdom was not vast—only a small amount—
this small amount of divine power acted like an unbreakable steel needle, effortlessly piercing the incredibly resilient Forbidden Curtain Ceremony.
"PSHHHT—"
A sickeningly clear tearing sound echoed.
"CRACK-CRACK-CRACK..."
Enormous, shocking cracks instantly spiderwebbed across the vast, twisted Forbidden Curtain Ceremony.
The silhouette of the terrifying Upper Ranker, Doomsday Weaver·Aurisus, even flickered into view.
"BOOM..."
As the Forbidden Curtain Ceremony shattered,
the Ancient God’s Hand, suffused with supreme, boundless power, crashed down with a deafening roar.
In that moment, Death bloomed like a brilliant firework in the night sky.
RUMBLE...
Endless shockwaves rippled out in all directions as a golden cloud of destruction, wreathed in the power of Death, slowly began to rise.
The Transcendents from the various factions watching from a distance—Ogrande City, the Sun Church, Blood Shadow Rose, and others—
watched the devastating attack wrought by the terrifying Ancient God’s Hand in tandem with the Level 7 Evil Spirit Calamity,
and all fell into a deathly silence.
A Level Six Transcendent who dared to approach an attack of this magnitude would be killed by the aftershocks alone.
Even a Level 8 Transcendent caught within it couldn’t guarantee their survival.
’Ogrande City still has this kind of terrifying power?’
For a moment, unease rippled through the hearts of the various factions.
At that moment, Marquis Albert, who had fallen into a deep silence, wore an expression of unprecedented gravity.
Even though the attack was so devastatingly powerful,
two streaks of blood-red flame still managed to break free from the roiling aftershock.
One was Level 8, the other Level 9.
Marquis Albert and Saint Retaf exchanged a look.
’That cunning Saintisman,’ he thought, ’they really were hiding a Level Nine Transcendent.’
’It’s a good thing that mysterious expert injured them with the Ancient God Curse. Otherwise, who knows how many we would have lost in the bitter fight to come.’
The Ancient God’s Hand had decided the battle in a single blow.
This was the perfect moment to give chase.
The two immediately joined forces, pursuing the fleeing Level 8 Transcendent.
As for the mysterious Level 9 master, the risk of pursuit was far too great.
Besides, they couldn’t afford to chase them too far.
After all, a formidable Level Eight character still lay hidden within the Ancient Ruins.
Archbishop Andre of Ogrande City. Dealing with him would be a truly difficult battle.
As the two Level Eight Transcendents gave chase,
Grand Duke Amalante surveyed the surroundings and immediately gave an order.
"Ogrande City still has rebels from the Holy Fierce Sun and noble lapdogs who have sided with the Church."
"Proceed as planned. Arrest them all. Any who resist are to be killed on the spot."
At his command, the Transcendents immediately broke into squads and moved out.
......
"Haaa..."
Atop the vast and majestic Golden Magic Ring Tree.
A smile spread across Zorn’s face.
’Of all the places they could have chosen, they just had to pick Split Mist Town to construct their ritual.’
’This wave of devastation, thanks to the power of the Golden Magic Ring Tree, has yielded a massive harvest.’
Zorn immediately checked the gains from this wave of slaughter caused by his Evil Spirit Calamity.
There were six Level Seven Transcendents alone.
As for Level Six Transcendents, there were a full thirty-five.
And for Level Five Transcendents and below, there were over a hundred.
Level: Level 5 (49%).
’It was at 3% before, and now it’s surged to 49%.’
’That’s an increase of almost half a level’s worth of Experience. The feedback from killing those with a Forbidden Attribute Sequence is truly generous.’
He pulled his gaze away from the system panel.
Sensing the power level of the Evil Spirit Calamity gradually decaying,
Zorn slowly retracted it, reconfining it within a hidden space in the Tree of the Magic Ring.
’I can’t let it end here.’
’I’m counting on this Evil Spirit Calamity to construct a new Immortal Calamity·Sacred Mark for me.’
The power of the Golden Magic Ring Tree, combined with an ancient Divine Curse unearthed from the annals of history.
This combination would absolutely allow this Level 7 Evil Spirit Calamity to make a huge impact, writing a whole new epic Chapter in history.
Not to mention, with so many people killed in this battle, Zorn could already sense the shockingly massive outline of his new Sacred Mark, one that would rival the Immortal Sacred Mark within Ogrande City.
For it to be this massive at its very inception meant its potential for future growth was equally astonishing.
He let its power drop all the way from a Level 7 intensity, finally stabilizing it at a Level 1 intensity.
This way, it wouldn’t cause much negative impact, yet could continuously gather the power of the Sacred Mark for him.
’And...’ he thought, ’anchoring it to the Tree of the Magic Ring to form a Disaster Boundary Land will bring considerable benefits.’
Having done all this,
Zorn finally turned his attention to the gray, misty vortex of the Lantern-carrying Elder within his Spiritual Realm.
’Next... it’s time to reap Duke Mu Huo!’
