Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension-Chapter 612 - 381: Preset Battlefield_2

Chapter 612 -381: Preset Battlefield_2

This person was the Master of Divine Control, naturally possessing a yin yang spirit body, and almost achieved Divinity Transformation.

Among the other two balls of spirit light, there appeared to be a nine-tiered Yellow Mud Tower and a silver-white small sword, floating and sinking intermittently.

Both were incarnations of Emperor Houtu and Sword Spirit White Emperor from the Four Directions Emperors.

At that moment, the hall was dead silent, and everyone kept their silence.

Just then, a flash of golden light appeared on the main seat, and Emperor Yi’s figure emerged.

“Sect Master!” The person with a yin yang face perfunctorily bowed, and the sick beauty pursed her lips into a smile, slightly clasping her hands as a gesture.

As for the two Emperor-level incarnations, they merely flickered a few times, which was considered giving face to Emperor Yi.

Emperor Yi did not mind, and sat solemnly on the Magic Platform, opening his mouth to say, “Three days ago, I sensed that an Emperor-level authority emerged from the Wuzhou Sea! Today, it has been confirmed.”

As soon as these words came out, the Yellow Mud Tower and the silver-white small sword instantly buzzed loudly and burst forth blinding light.

“Emperor Yi, this matter is indeed true!”

“Hmph, the Heavenly Dao is indeed getting weaker,” another voice responded.

Two voices erupted in succession from within the hall, one as heavy as a mountain and the other as cold and sharp as metal, clearly belonging to the two Emperors who had spoken first.

In the Netherworld, Emperor-level strength was formidable yet exceedingly scarce, with the addition of each one possibly causing a massive shift in the current situation, allowing no room for negligence or oversight.

For Emperors, the appearance of another peer indicated a substantial increase in the Divine Spirits’ power, but it also meant greatly intensified competition.

After all, each Emperor harbored the same ambition: when the Heavenly Dao truly crumbled, they plotted to pull down the Blood God, who was always above them, and ultimately replace him.

Emperor Yi spoke in a cold voice, “The news of the authority’s emergence has already spread, not only within our sect but other top forces are also aware of this message. Currently, the authority has fallen into the hands of one of our Golden Core Main Priests, but he has… defected and fled, his whereabouts unknown.”

“Sect Master, just send out a Nascent Soul from my Divine Guardian lineage, and if he carries the Jade Scroll, the task can be completed and he can return within half a month,” the yin yang-faced elder spoke first.

“Duality Path Master, Wanhua Heavenly Mansion has long had numerous Nascent Souls stationed, and besides, both Demon Suppressing Priest and Demon Suppressing Priest are in the Wuzhou Sea. There is no need to assign others, having one of them take action is more than enough!” the leader of the Seeking Dao lineage immediately rejected the other’s hidden agenda.

Emperor Yi’s eyes flashed as he immediately made a decision, “What White Ginger Daoist Master said makes sense. Well, let the Demon Suppressing Great Priest take action!”

Having said that, Emperor Yi’s gaze turned to the two Emperor-level incarnations, speaking gently, “Emperor Houtu, my sect needs to open the Heavenly Altar, so if anything goes awry, we can promptly start the altar to consult the heavens.”

After Emperor Yi finished speaking, it was silent in the hall for a moment, only then did a deep and heavy voice respond, “It cannot be done!”

Upon hearing this, Emperor Yi remained composed and casually replied, “If that is so, we will put this matter aside for the time being.”

The Heavenly Altar was a forbidden land of the Heavenly Dao Sect, typically guarded by the Emperors together, and unless an extremely serious incident occurred, it was absolutely not allowed to be opened.

Because every activation of the Heavenly Altar not only consumed a great amount of Divine Energy but also eroded some Divinity authority.

Divine Power could be accumulated again, but authority involved the fundamental aspect of Emperors, and once lost, it could never be recovered, hence the Emperors were so cautious.

Moments later, the two Emperor-level incarnations escaped into the void, and both the Duality Path Master and the Master of Divine Control bowed and after a turn, their figures dissolved in light and shadow.

Emperor Yi sat on the Magic Platform, his eyes flashing golden light, as a majestic aura emanated from his body, slowly filling the entire hall.

“Hmph!”

After a long while, Emperor Yi suddenly let out a cold snort, waving his sleeve broadly. The hall was instantly filled with shooting golden light, and in the blink of an eye, the hall was empty.

…

In the Netherworld Eleven Continent, River Continent was the smallest in area, but the Endless River within it was the largest water system in this realm.

The Endless River spanned from east to west, its countless tributaries stretching out and spreading across the continent like a vast net covering River Continent.

The River Continent had a developed water system, with rivers and lakes everywhere, except in its northwest, about ten thousand miles of territory, which was an exception.

This ten thousand miles area was also known as Flame Mountain, with clusters of volcanoes and rivers of magma everywhere. The area was perennially shrouded in black volcanic ash, dim and sunless, yet the surface mountains were a glaring red, blisteringly hot and dry.

The rumbling of erupting volcanoes, dark red magma flowing from the volcanic vents, and black ash fluttering down from the sky.

Zhao Sheng stood on a protruding stone platform inside a volcano, looking down at the boiling magma lake below, with a pitch-black cavern behind him

At that moment, a cluster of Golden Crow True Fire burned midair around his body, within which a forearm-length pale white bone sword floated and sank, emitting a thick blood light.

Uh!

Zhao Sheng suddenly grunted, and with a flash of blood light on his left arm, he saw his entire left arm fall off and, led by his Divine Sense, flew into the air.

Whoosh!

The Golden Crow True Fire split suddenly into two, one mass plunging onto the severed arm, quickly melting the flesh and bone.

The flesh visibly dissolved at a rapid rate, quickly integrating into the exposed entire white bone arm.

As Zhao Sheng’s thoughts shifted, the white bone arm quickly transformed and melted into the shape of a bone sword. Waves of Divine Sense invaded the surface, turning into countless invisible runes, engraving into both the inside and outside of the bone sword.

During this process, Zhao Sheng’s left arm’s site of amputation quickly sprouted numerous tendrils of flesh, intertwining and merging swiftly while thickening and growing. Inside, strands of white bone also rapidly proliferated and took shape.

Before long, a tender and fair arm had strikingly regrown.