The golden sky crack that was previously split by the seven-colored lotus platform suddenly expanded infinitely, and boundless supreme golden light burst out from the depths of the crack.
The light was extremely intense, burning the eyes of all living beings, and was a hundred times stronger than the combined divine power of Jin Wuhao and the golden-robed old man.
Golden light, like an overflowing heavenly river, instantly filled the entire sky, covering all the clear and ethereal colors, and dyed everything in the heavens and the earth a dazzling golden color.
The seven-colored lotus platform, suspended in the air, shook violently under the pressure of the vast golden light. The patterns on the lotus petals dimmed layer by layer, and the ancient light flickered and faded, like a candle in a storm, ready to extinguish at any time.
Buzzing-!
Seven pillars of golden light soared up, piercing through heaven and earth, descending from the cracks in the sky, landing precisely on seven locations in the Black Abyss Valley, locking down the entire airspace of the valley and forming a Seven Star Locking Sky Array.
As the beam of light hit the ground, the earth collapsed violently, the hard black rocks shattered into sand, the scorched black soil was completely covered in gold, and golden divine mist gushed out from the ground, spreading out in all directions.
Within each pillar of light, there was a terrifying pressure that had been hidden since time immemorial. The lowest level of pressure was the Great Luo Golden Immortal pressure, with its divine nature condensed to the point of becoming tangible. This pressure caused the earth veins to rupture and the void to wail.
Within the pillar of light, light and shadow flowed, and seven tall figures slowly converged, stepping into the world in the light.
The seven figures each had a unique appearance, and all of them exuded aloofness and coldness, looking down on the creatures from the lower realms.
The two men on the left wore gold-plated divine armor that covered their faces, the armor was engraved with god-destroying patterns, and they held twelve-foot-long god-destroying spears. Chains wrapped around their bodies, rumbling loudly.
The three people on the right wore plain white sacrificial robes, with gold-plated hair, star-like eyes, and jade tablets for praying to the gods floating in their palms.
The other two people wore dark robes decorated with lightning patterns, their bodies shrouded in violent energy, emitting a violent and terrifying aura.
The aura of the seven mighty gods increased by layers. The last six were all Great Luo Golden Immortals, while the figure in the center was void of divine light, formless and formless, and his realm was immeasurable.
A tremendous divine pressure descended, and the cultivators who had been prostrating on the ground all fell to their knees, not even daring to look up again.
All eyes subconsciously fell on the man in white in the middle.
He wore a pure white robe, the fabric was as light as clouds, moving even without the wind. There was no trace of the blazing golden light that was characteristic of gods, no aura of a heavenly ruler, and not even the slightest fluctuation of divine power. He was as clean as an ordinary scholar from the mortal world.
The more ordinary it is, the more a person’s soul trembles. The surrounding void automatically vanished, the natural laws obeyed themselves, and heaven and earth spiritual energy, divinity, and immortal essence flowed around him.
The man had a handsome and haughty face, with innate divine glory engraved in his brows and eyes. His brow bones were sharp and defined, his lips were pale, and his eyes showed neither joy nor sadness. He couldn’t see any living creatures, nor any battles of victory or defeat, only the eternal silence of indifference.
His right hand was hanging down, holding a snow-white ancient longsword. The sheath was plain and unadorned, and the blade hid its sharpness, as deep and unfathomable as a cold ancient abyss. The sword looked soft and warm, but it was capable of devouring all laws and exterminating all great paths.
He stood still amidst the seven divine lights, without saying a word, which caused the six-colored immortal light to stagnate and the flames of war to subside instantly.
The golden-robed old man, battered and bruised in the air, suddenly felt at ease at the sight of the white-robed figure, the pent-up fear, grievances, and joy within him bursting out all at once.
Heedless of his pride and the bloody wounds all over his body, he staggered and barged in, kneeling heavily on his knees, bowing his head in worship, his voice trembling and choked with sobs.
“Young Master! You’ve finally descended to the mortal realm to help us! These six female immortals have wiped out Jin Wuhao, the representative of the Divine Race, burned his original divine soul, and even injured his subordinate severely, trampling on the dignity of the Divine Race. We implore you, Young Master, to relinquish the divine punishment and avenge our subordinate’s death!”
The man in white lowered his gaze and looked at the kneeling old man with a cold gaze. His eyes were indifferent and devoid of feelings, as if he was staring at the withered grass and fallen leaves on the side of the road, without the slightest empathy towards his subordinates.
He slowly raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping across the battlefield, passing over Zi’er and the six fairy sisters, pausing for a moment before settling on Gui Qi, who had disappeared into the shadows, and finally settling on the cold and stiff corpse of Jin Wuhao, whose soul and spirit had been exterminated.
“Jin Wuhao, is he dead?”
The man’s voice was clear and gentle, like wind rustling bamboo leaves or water flowing over green rocks. Although the volume was not loud, the sound penetrated layers of space and echoed throughout the valley, every word touching the hearts of everyone present.
“Yes!”
The golden-robed old man pressed his forehead against the void and replied frantically, “His soul has been completely scorched by the Nether Flames of the Ghost Clan, his origin coordinates are destroyed, and the divine clan’s guidance is severed. He has completely perished and there is no possibility of resurrecting!”
FAQ Novel
Q: What kind of event is described in the Black Abyss Valley?
A: A cataclysmic battle resulting in massive environmental damage and injuries to many individuals.
Q: Who is the primary target of the advanced combat techniques?
A: An old man, described as having ruled a God Clan for 100,000 years, is overwhelmed and critically wounded.
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