EFB Chapter 1091 What do you want me to see?
Chapter 1091 What do you want me to see?
One end of the bridge is Xinggang, representing order and the imprint of the Great Qin Heavenly Dao.
On the other side is chaos, devouring, and the gift of the primordial origin.
The two sets of inheritances, like the two blades of a pair of scissors, slowly closed in his sea of consciousness.
The golden light left by Emperor Jun in the center of his sea of consciousness was the rivet at the intersection of the two blades.
Zhang Yuan opened his eyes.
His left eye shone brightly with starlight, while his right eye churned with chaotic gray light.
The two beams of light intertwined deep within the pupils, no longer clashing, no longer consuming each other.
They became the same light.
He looked up at the dome of the eighth floor, his gaze piercing through the scorched earth and stone layers, landing on the pale blue figure sitting cross-legged.
"The inheritance of Heavenly Skills: comparison and connection of systems..."
Zhang Yuan murmured softly, his voice echoing in the empty eighth floor.
What do you want me to see?
"Is it things that have been forgotten over millions of years?"
"Or is it something I must do a million years from now?"
There was no response from the ninth floor.
Emperor Jun Tianzun sat cross-legged, the Heavenly Dao Laws flowing around him unchanged, as if he had never heard his question.
Zhang Yuan withdrew his gaze and closed his eyes again.
Within his sea of consciousness, the golden light spun faster.
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Deep within Xuntianzhou.
The Abyss.
The darkness here is not night.
It was demonic energy that had been suppressed for millions of years, as thick as swamp, slowly churning between the abyss fault lines.
Countless demonic figures lurked within, remaining silent for far too many years.
Until Xuanwu's edict pierced through the void and fell.
The black altar at the bottom of the abyss lit up instantly.
The dark purple light, like a sharp sword, pierced through the thick, demonic clouds overhead.
A crack was torn open in the demonic cloud.
On the other side of the crack, countless blood-red eyes opened simultaneously.
One.
Ten.
10,000.
One million.
Countless eyeballs spun in the void, then simultaneously locked onto the same direction—Tianyuan City.
"Waaah—"
"Waaah—"
The bugle sounded.
The horn, forged from the spine of an ancient dragon, had a deep, suppressed sound, like the earth groaning in pain.
The sound of horns echoed through the deep abyss, awakening what slumbered along the way.
The ground around the altar began to crack.
Pale claws emerged from the cracks, their knuckles sharp, embedding themselves in the rock, dragging demonic bodies from the ground.
Vanguard of the Underworld.
Clad in jet-black bone armor, with eerie green soul flames burning in his eye sockets.
These soldiers were all powerful warriors who had fallen in various great battles. Their bodies were swallowed by the Abyss, and their souls were twisted by demonic energy into puppets that only knew how to kill.
In the blink of an eye, the area around the altar was filled with people.
The eerie green soul flames merged into one, making the abyss resemble a ghostly realm.
Then an even deeper crack burst open.
Eight enormous figures rose from the ground.
The Demon General Who Suppresses the Abyss.
Each one was hundreds of feet tall, covered in dark purple demonic scales, with barbs on its back like knives.
With each step taken, a section of the ground collapsed.
The vanguard automatically parted to make way for the others.
Eight demon generals stepped into the teleportation array, their massive bodies engulfed by purple light.
The demonic barrier directly in front of the altar suddenly burst open.
Four figures slowly walked out.
He was not a hundred feet tall, but his physique was comparable to that of a human venerable.
But with each step, the rocks beneath his feet silently turned to dust.
The four Demon Generals were the true core fighting force of the Underworld, each at the peak of the Venerable realm. The first Demon General raised his head, his face covered with purple demonic patterns.
He stared into the void with his scarlet eyes, looking towards the direction of Tianyuan City.
When he opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse, like the friction of sand and gravel.
"Grand Commander Li Hanxiao. After besieging the city for months, he couldn't even capture a ruined city."
"Now we're surrounded by Xuanjue, what a disgrace!"
"The Lord of the Underworld has ordered that we rush to his aid immediately."
He raised his right arm, his five fingers spread.
The teleportation array on the altar suddenly expanded a hundredfold, swallowing the vanguard, demon generals, and demon commanders into the purple light.
In the next instant, the entire Abyss was emptied.
Outside Tianyuan City, the sky was torn apart.
This time, it wasn't the golden rift summoned by Xuan Jue.
They were dark cracks, like hideous scars lying across the sky.
Demonic energy poured down like a waterfall from the crack.
The first to emerge were countless vanguard troops, pouring into the battlefield like a black tide from the sky.
Countless eerie green soul flames flickered in the darkness.
Immediately afterwards, eight hundred-foot-tall demon generals shattered the void and landed.
"boom--"
The earthquake trembled, and the shockwave overturned dozens of surviving tents in the vicinity.
The four demon generals stood side by side on the clouds, looking down at the remnants of the demon army that were being surrounded, and a smile appeared on their lips at the same time.
The first demon general raised his hand, and a purple-black command arrow shot into the sky, exploding into countless demonic patterns.
"Grand Commander Li Hanxiao! The Underworld Lord has ordered that the entire Underworld Army rush to the rescue, attack from both inside and outside, and slaughter the enemy!"
On the ground, Li Hanxiao, covered in blood, was leading his remaining troops in a desperate defense of the last line of defense.
He looked up and saw the command arrow, paused for a moment, then burst into laughter, his laughter filled with the madness of surviving a catastrophe.
"Reinforcements have arrived! It's the Underworld!"
"Send the order: coordinate with Mingyuan and launch a counterattack!"
The remaining demon army, which had already collapsed, suddenly regained its morale when it saw reinforcements arriving from the sky.
The demon soldiers and generals from all directions regrouped and joined forces with the Netherworld Vanguard that descended from the sky, launching a fierce counterattack against the encirclement of the Shaking Mountain Army.
The tide of battle turned suddenly.
On the city wall, Xuanjue frowned slightly.
"Netherworld." He murmured, his gaze sweeping over the four demon generals in the sky. "Demon race, you've finally revealed your trump card."
He raised his right hand, about to give the order to adjust the formation.
Suddenly, he stopped.
A darker shadow spread from the horizon.
That's not demonic energy.
It wasn't a cloud either.
They are wings.
Countless jet-black wings unfolded one after another, obscuring the last ray of sunlight above the sky.
Xuanjue paused in his movements.
His pupils contracted slightly.
He recognized the shape of the wings; they were the wings of the Yunyi clan.
One of the four major clans of the Celestials and Humans.
The Yunyi clan has lived in the Yunluo Tianyu region west of Xuntian Continent for generations and is the most skilled aerial combat tribe among the Celestial race.
Their wings are naturally silver-white, originating from the glory of the celestial beings, symbolizing holiness and honor.
But at this moment, all the wings that appeared before everyone were black.
It was pitch black, as black as an abyss, as black as stagnant water that had been submerged for millions of years.
Each feather exudes a strong demonic aura.
Demonic energy swirled around the edges of the wings, condensing into purplish-black droplets that fell down, hissing as they corroded the void.
The entire sky was covered by these black wings that blotted out the sun.
The earth was plunged into a suffocating darkness.
Beneath Tianyuan City, all the sounds of fighting ceased at that moment.
The soldiers of the Hanyue Army looked up at the black sky, their hands gripping their weapons unconsciously tightening.
The demon army's maniacal laughter vanished at the same moment, replaced by a fear that even they themselves had not anticipated.
Because the aura emanating from those black wings was far beyond that of ordinary demons.
That was the product of celestial beings being corrupted by demons.
It is what the celestial glory looks like after it has fallen into the abyss.
This aura instilled an instinctive unease in the demon army, allowing them to sense something deeper and more forbidden than mere demonic energy. (End of Chapter)