Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 1080 The power that the Celestial Venerable could control was no longer sufficient to suppor

Behind Zhang Yuan, the ancient demon that had been imprisoned for 30,000 years straightened its back for the first time.

All seven chains on its body had been removed, and although its chest was covered in blood, its eyes, a mixture of emptiness and blood, shone brightly in the dark red light of the sky.

The next level is the top of the Demon Suppression Tower.

The ninth floor.

The moment Zhang Yuan stepped onto the last step, his body suddenly sank.

gravity.

The terrifying gravity, beyond description, felt as if the weight of the entire star was pressing down on his shoulders.

At the same moment, his bones creaked under the strain, and his internal organs seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible hand, being dragged downwards.

The blood in our veins is as heavy as lead and mercury, and each heartbeat requires a hundred times the effort we normally have.

His legs trembled violently, and his knees bent involuntarily.

But he did not kneel down.

The "Ultimate Power" of the "Tiangang Refining Form Method" erupted under immense pressure.

Faint star patterns appeared on the surface of his bones, as if refined steel had been tempered millions of times, and he had withstood the kneeling force of billions of times gravity.

Zhang Yuan slowly straightened up.

In just a moment, his back was soaked with cold sweat, which was then compressed into mist by the terrifying gravity and evaporated from his body.

He raised his head and looked towards the center of the ninth floor.

The ninth floor is very small.

In stark contrast to the vast spaces of the eight levels below, the ninth level is only about ten zhang in diameter.

The four walls are bare black stone walls, without any runes, restrictions, or traces of human carving.

But this bare stone wall exuded an aura that made Zhang Yuan's soul tremble.

That is the power of the laws of Heaven itself.

The pure, unadorned laws of Heaven.

In the very center of the ninth floor, a person sat cross-legged.

He was wearing a gray-white linen robe, the hem of which was worn out and in terrible condition.

Her long, gray hair fell over her shoulders, obscuring most of her face.

His hands rested quietly on his knees, his wrists clad in two dark silver handcuffs.

There were no runes on the shackles either, but Zhang Yuan understood them at a glance.

These two shackles do not connect to any restrictions, but to the very Heavenly Dao rules of the entire 3,600-square-meter Sky-Patrolling Continent.

This person is the one truly suppressed by the Demon Suppression Tower.

The Heavenly Palace imprisoned him for seven years, not because he was a prisoner, but because he was the only core of this great formation that could withstand its weight.

Venerable Xuanjue.

Sensing Zhang Yuan's presence, Xuan Jue slowly raised his head.

It was a weathered yet serene face.

His face was thin and his hair and beard were disheveled, but his eyes were as clear as a deep pool in autumn, without a trace of the resentment he had harbored for seven years of imprisonment.

Only those who have experienced great ups and downs and seen through the coldness and warmth of the world can possess such composure.

"You've arrived?" Xuan Jue's voice was gentle, as if he were greeting an old friend who had come from afar.

Zhang Yuan had imagined countless times what it would be like to meet Xuan Jue.

But standing here, looking at that calm and composed face, I suddenly felt that all my superfluous emotions vanished.

He sat down cross-legged in front of Xuanjue.

The simple act of sitting cross-legged requires an unimaginable amount of force under billions of times the force of gravity.

"They're here," Zhang Yuan said in a low voice.

Xuanjue smiled.

He scrutinized Zhang Yuan, his gaze penetrating his body to see the lingering traces of battle within him.

"Half-step Primordial Realm." Xuan Jue nodded slightly. "To take this step at the half-step Venerable Realm is well done."

"It was achieved through sheer hard work and dedication," Zhang Yuan said truthfully. "Every single floor required our utmost effort."

"You have to fight tooth and nail to succeed." After saying this, Xuan Jue didn't say anything more.

He simply looked at Zhang Yuan quietly, as if he was considering something.

The ninth floor suddenly became extremely quiet, with only the faint cracking of the two people's joints as they defied gravity.

This silence lasted for a long time, so long that Zhang Yuan realized that what he was about to hear might be more devastating than all the battles he had experienced before combined.

"The crime Yin Wuji arrested me for is colluding with foreign enemies and betraying the Heavenly Palace." Xuan Jue finally spoke, his voice as calm as if he were talking about something unrelated to himself. "This crime is both right and wrong."

Zhang Yuan didn't interrupt and waited quietly.

“He doesn’t have the brains for it.” Xuan Jue shook his head, his tone devoid of hatred, only showing a detached understanding of the game. “It’s not Yin Wuji or Xuan Wu who wants to give up Xuntian Continent.”

"It is Master."

"The current Celestial Venerable of the Celestial Race, Emperor Jun."

Zhang Yuan's pupils suddenly contracted.

Heavenly Venerable.

The strongest Celestial Venerable among the Celestial Race.

"The Heavenly Palace claims that Xuntian Continent is the hub for the Celestial Race to rule the prehistoric world and maintain the Heavenly Dao." Xuan Jue's voice was unhurried. "Over the years, I have deduced countless times with many fellow cultivators, and one thing has become increasingly clear."

He raised his head, his clear eyes looking directly at Zhang Yuan.

"The grand formation of Xuntian Continent is drawing upon the origin of the Heavenly Dao from the primordial world."

"It's not operation, not circulation, but one-way extraction. It's like drilling a hole in the bottom of a water-filled pottery jar. One day, Xuntianzhou will completely collapse."

"That's why they want to abandon Sky Piercing Continent."

"It's not that Xuanwu wants to give up, or even that Tiangong wants to give up."

"It is Emperor Jun Tianzun. From the perspective of the Heavenly Venerable, we must make a choice."

A chill suddenly ran down Zhang Yuan's back.

It's not because of fear.

It was because he had guessed what Xuanjue was about to say.

"With the abandonment of Xuntian Continent, the Great Dao of the Primordial World will never be complete."

Xuan Jue's voice remained calm, but every word struck Zhang Yuan's heart like a heavy hammer.

"From now on, no one in the primordial world will be able to reach the Heavenly Venerable Realm."

"Never will."

"including me."

Zhang Yuan fell silent.

He recalled his journey, from the Black-Clad Guard of the Great Qin Dynasty to the Fire Commander on the Primordial Battlefield, and now standing atop the Demon-Suppressing Tower.

He has seen too many people give their all for spiritual practice.

At this moment, Xuan Jue told him that the future path of the entire prehistoric world had been blocked by a person sitting at the highest point.

He forced himself to calm down and think about the deeper issues.

The Sky-Patrol Continent Grand Array is the foundation for maintaining the existence of Sky-Patrol Continent.

If Xuntian Continent is destined to collapse, Emperor Jun Tianzun's choice to abandon it, from a purely rational perspective, is to cut his losses.

But the price is—

"Is the entire cultivation ceiling of the primordial world completely nailed to the Venerable Realm?"

Xuanjue remained silent, then nodded.

Zhang Yuan's breathing became rapid.

This decision is insane.

This is not only blocking the path for all those who come after, but also fundamentally destroying the future of the primordial world.

"Why?" His voice was low and suppressed. "He is already a Celestial Venerable. The existence of Xuntian Continent should not pose a threat to him."

“It does not pose a threat.” Xuan Jue’s voice suddenly became very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing something unseen. “But the existence of Xuntian Continent itself poses a threat to the Celestial Race.”

His hands moved slightly, and the shackles on his wrists made a soft sound.

"Zhang Yuan, the power that the Celestial Venerable can control is no longer sufficient to support the Sky Patrol Continent." (End of Chapter)