yasinovel Chapter 1077 Over the past 3 years, 37 people have reached the 8th level.
Chapter 1077 Over the past 3 years, 37 people have reached the 8th level.
The iron chains binding his right arm emitted a piercing grinding sound, and the eerie blue runes on the chains flickered wildly, simultaneously unleashing a terrifying suppressive force.
Kuiyan seemed oblivious.
It raised its right arm, extended its huge right claw, and bent one of its knuckles.
The scorched earth cracked.
The ground within a radius of ten miles was as if it had been smashed by an invisible giant hammer. Cracks spread outwards from the center of the Kuiyan, and magma gushed out from the cracks, making the dark red sky look even more ferocious.
"You've already proven a lot by getting this far."
Kuiyan withdrew his knuckles and looked down at Zhang Yuan.
That posture was like a mountain bowing its head to look at a grain of sand at its foot.
"But getting this far isn't enough."
"Far from enough."
Dark purple demonic flames suddenly ignited in its right eye, which was as red as a sea of blood.
At the same instant, Zhang Yuan sensed an extremely terrifying power awakening within Kuiyan's body.
The seven chains tightened simultaneously, and the azure runes burst forth with unprecedented light, causing the entire space on the eighth floor to distort violently!
"You may use this route."
Kuiyan's voice turned icy cold.
"Beat me."
The moment the words fell—
Kuiyan has made his move.
It didn't move.
With seven black iron chains piercing its collarbone, chest, and brow, it was completely unable to make any significant movements.
But at its level, killing an enemy sometimes only requires a single thought.
In the void, a huge black palm print suddenly condensed, hundreds of feet in diameter, with five fingers as big as mountains!
The black palm print, with its entire body flowing with dark purple demonic patterns, caused space to collapse inch by inch wherever it passed, revealing pitch-black void cracks!
The scorched earth could not withstand this pressure and collapsed three feet down before the palm print even arrived!
Zhang Yuan's pupils suddenly contracted.
The power of this palm strike far surpasses Chu Kuanglan's "Burning Sky Meteor"!
It wasn't a full-force attack from a mid-stage Venerable, but rather an attack from a peak Venerable, a half-step Celestial Venerable!
Even though more than 90% of his power was suppressed by the seven chains, the remaining 10% was still enough to crush any cultivator below the late stage of the Venerable realm!
"We can't block it head-on—"
Zhang Yuan instantly unleashed the Chaos Wind God Escape technique to its fullest extent, transforming himself into an invisible gust of wind as he attempted to dodge to the side.
However, the moment he moved, an invisible suction force came from the black palm print!
The suction wasn't directed at the body, but rather at—
Soul!
Zhang Yuan's soul suddenly jolted, as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand and torn outwards!
The Great Qin Origin Dao Scripture automatically activated, and the Great Qin Heavenly Dao imprint deep within the soul burst forth with golden light, fiercely protecting the core of the soul and desperately resisting the invisible suction force.
But this brief stalemate was enough.
The black palm print slammed down!
Boom!!!
Zhang Yuan only had time to hold the Zhenyue Token in front of him, pouring in the Chaos Star Source Power without restraint to form thirteen layers of gray shield.
The first layer of shield shattered.
The second layer of shield shattered.
The third layer, the fourth layer, the fifth layer—
The black palm print swept across like a devastating force, and the thirteen layers of shields couldn't even withstand a single breath before it.
At the last moment, the fragile half-step Hunyuan power within Zhang Yuan's body suddenly erupted!
His left half was radiant with starlight, while his right half was turbulent with chaos. The two forces forcibly intertwined in front of him, forming an energy barrier that was half gray and half silver!
"boom--!"
The deafening roar shook the heavens.
The energy barrier vibrated violently, and countless cracks appeared on its surface, but it ultimately managed to block the remaining force of the palm print.
Zhang Yuan was blasted away, rolling a hundred feet across the ground and crashing into three scorched hills before finally managing to stop.
He knelt on one knee and spat out a mouthful of blood onto the ground.
The fragile balance of the half-step Hunyuan within his body was almost completely shattered by this palm strike!
The star energy and chaos clashed violently, and his aura fluctuated wildly.
The physical power he had been suppressing within him was about to be unleashed.
The Kuiyan in front of me is indeed powerful.
Having traversed the primordial world, Zhang Yuan encountered an opponent with such formidable physical strength for the first time.
"Oh?"
Kuiyan narrowed his left eye, a hint of surprise flashing in his empty eyeball.
"You caught it?"
It shook its head, as if in disappointment, or perhaps in self-mockery.
The right claw curled its knuckles again. This time, it was two knuckles.
"boom--!!!"
The scorched earth crumbled in large areas, the ground collapsed ten feet down, and magma surged like a tsunami!
The seven chains flickered wildly, and the light of the dark blue runes seemed to illuminate the entire eighth floor.
Kuiyan paid no heed.
It looked down at Zhang Yuan, who was covered in blood but still struggling to stand up, and suddenly asked a completely unrelated question:
"Where are you from?"
Zhang Yuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, gripped the Zhenyue Token tightly in his right hand, and silently pressed his left hand on the ground, subtly placing star-shaped silver needles to form a precise array base.
But he answered aloud, "Great Qin."
"The Qin Dynasty?"
Kuiyan pondered the name and shook his head.
"Never heard of it. Which small realm on the edge of the primordial wilderness is it?"
Zhang Yuan slowly straightened up.
A sharp, piercing pain shot through the fracture site of his right arm. He used his Star Qi to forcibly fix the bone, and every movement felt like cutting flesh with a dull knife.
But he still stood up straight.
"Not a small world."
His voice was hoarse but clear.
"This is my home."
Kuiyan paused for a moment.
Just a moment.
Then it laughed.
This laugh was different from the dejected laugh before, and also different from the mocking laugh.
It was a complex smile that mixed anger, resentment, and even jealousy.
"Family?"
The Kuiyan's voice suddenly rose in pitch, the scorched earth cracked, and magma spewed forth.
"You're talking about home? The person you see here has been in this godforsaken place for 30,000 years! 30,000 years!!!"
By the end, this sentence had turned into a low roar.
The seven chains trembled violently, and the dark blue runes flickered wildly.
The entire eighth level trembled, and cracks appeared in the dark red sky, as if it could not withstand the sudden rage of this ancient demon!
Kuiyan raised his arms, which were pierced by chains, and every inch of movement was accompanied by the ear-piercing sound of the chains tearing flesh.
Dark, ghostly blood gushed from the wound, dripping onto the scorched earth, each drop corroding a bottomless hole in the ground.
"Thirty thousand years ago, I, Kuiyan, roamed the primordial world, devouring hundreds of races. Even the Heavenly Palace dared not confront me directly!"
"But they used a scheme. The three Venerables joined forces to launch a sneak attack, sacrificing the blood of 100,000 lives to imprint this chain on the rules of the Heavenly Dao!"
Its sound is like thunder.
"For thirty thousand years, I have endured the excruciating pain of seven chains piercing my soul day and night! These chains are not driven into my body, but into my foundation, my origin, my—"
"free!!!"
As the last two words fell, Kuiyan suddenly stood up!
It is locked.
Its collarbone was pierced and its legs were locked, making it impossible for it to stand up.
But it still stood up.
The chains were stretched to their limit, deeply embedded in its flesh, and demonic blood gushed from the wound like a waterfall.
The azure runes unleashed an unprecedented suppressive power, frantically scorching its body and emitting a hissing sound.
Kuiyan seemed oblivious.
It stood up, lowered its head, and looked down at Zhang Yuan.
Those two eyes—the void of pitch black, the crimson of a sea of blood—simultaneously ignited with dark purple demonic flames.
"In the past 30,000 years, 37 people have come to the eighth level."
Kuiyan's voice suddenly lowered, becoming so low it sounded like he was talking to himself.
"Some want to subdue me, some want to bypass me, and some want to make a deal with me."
It stretched out its hand and pointed at Zhang Yuan with its only intact horn.
"You are the thirty-eighth."
"He's also the first person to say it's for his family."
A few breaths of silence followed. (End of Chapter)