Chapter 154: Each Person's Trump Card
"Not good!"
Inside the vortex, everyone felt their magical power gradually fading, and their connection to the primordial world weakening; their perception of the Great Dao was also not as clear as usual.
The fading of magical power wasn't a big deal for the six. After all, magical power wasn't something that Great Luo Golden Immortals relied on too heavily.
But the weakening connection to the primordial world made the six somewhat panicked.
The reason the Great Luo Golden Immortals could be immortal was because of the primordial world. They imprinted their own Great Dao with the myriad Daos of the primordial world, thus enabling them to coexist with heaven and earth, immortal and indestructible.
If their connection to the primordial world was severed, their Great Dao imprint would fall into eternal silence, and their immortality would disappear. Then, death would be true death.
How could they not panic!
Great Luo Golden Immortals had only transcended the River of Fate, not the primordial world. Outside the primordial world, how could they mobilize the power of the origin of heaven and earth?
The six were anxious and, disregarding any potential trouble, unleashed their strongest divine abilities, blasting outwards in an attempt to break free of the vortex and escape.
At this moment, the most anxious of the six was undoubtedly Feng Zichen. His power to rival a Grand Luo Golden Immortal was entirely due to the fortune of the human race.
Because of this, as his connection to the primordial world weakened, his connection to the human race's fortune also became increasingly weak.
If things continued this way, it wouldn't be long before he fell from the Grand Luo Golden Immortal realm.
At that point, without anyone else's intervention, this terrifying vortex would obliterate him.
Rumble!
In an instant, the aura of the Great Dao permeated the air, various colors flashed, and several supreme divine abilities, existing only in legends, were unleashed from the six, striking the vortex, yet failing to create the slightest ripple.
"Everyone, how about we join forces?"
Unable to leave this place for so long, and with their connection to the Primordial World continuing to weaken, Mi Tian had an idea and suggested to the others.
One person couldn't do it, but six people joining forces might be feasible.
"Alright!"
"Okay!"
Knowing this was their only chance, Feng Zichen and the others immediately agreed.
Seeing that they couldn't break through the vortex on their own, for the sake of their lives, the six temporarily put aside their grudges and resolved to join forces to break through this place.
Xing Tian's eyes sharpened, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of Great Witch's essence blood towards the Xing
Tian Axe. Absorbing the Great Witch's essence blood, the Xing Tian Axe automatically floated in mid-air, radiating a dazzling light—the light of creation. On its body, some chaotic Dao patterns appeared, frantically intertwining.
Gradually, a blurry phantom of a giant axe appeared beside the Xing Tian Axe, exuding the aura of creation.
The Divine Axe of Creation!
Xing Tian used his own bloodline as a guide, borrowing a trace of the power of the Divine Axe of Creation from the fragments within the Xing Tian Axe.
"Slash!"
Raising the Xingtian Axe, Xingtian roared and unleashed his strongest power, cleaving forward.
Instantly, a dazzling axe beam, carrying the phantom of the Heaven-Opening Axe, roared forth.
"Go!"
In the face of life and death, Moro dared not hold back. With a flick of his left hand, he retrieved a long black arrow, placed it on the God-Slaying Bow, drew the bow, and fired it towards the direction of Xing Tian's attack.
This arrow was none other than a post-natal treasure. However, unlike other post-natal treasures, it was a consumable item, usable only once.
In ancient times, the constant wars between the three races left the primordial world devastated and filled with savagery, resentment, and calamity.
It was during this time that Moro spent millions of years painstakingly collecting the primordial energy and calamity from the world… forging nine post-natal treasure-level long arrows.
From ancient times to the present, Moro had experienced countless battles, and these nine long arrows were now almost gone.
Taking out this arrow now, Moro felt immense pain. This was his strongest trump card, one he hadn't even used during his fierce battle with Xing Tian.
If it weren't for this matter concerning his own life and death, he would never have used this arrow.
"Roar!"
Two beams of azure and yellow light suddenly rose from Kuafu's body, gradually forming two powerful Dao figures in the air.
One figure was as green as bamboo, with a bird's body and a human face, riding two dragons; it was none other than Jumang, the ancestral witch of the East, associated with wood. The other figure was human with a snake's tail, seven arms behind his back, and two arms in front of his chest, each holding a Teng Snake; it was Houtu, the ancestral witch of the center, associated with earth. Kuafu used his own bloodline to evolve Houtu's Dao form and his own Dao to evolve Jumang's Dao form. With the blessing of the two ancestral witches, they unleashed a beam of azure and yellow divine light, blasting towards the place where Xingtian was attacking.
Mitian's expression changed, and he gritted his teeth, as if making a decision. He pointed at the Mitian Mirror, and illusory figures flew out from the mirror's surface, rushing towards the direction of the attack.
These illusory figures were all the beings that Mitian had killed since his debut.
After being killed by Mitian, their true spirits shattered and returned to heaven and earth, giving birth to new innate beings.
Their corpses and essences were refined by Mi Tian, merging into the Mi Tian Mirror, transforming into special spiritual entities to fight for Him.
These beings varied in their cultivation levels, most being Taiyi Golden Immortals, a small number Golden Immortals, and even two Golden Immortal-level ferocious beasts hidden among them.
This was Mi Tian's trump card; He hadn't used it during his battle with Kua Fu, where he was consistently at a disadvantage, but now it could no longer be concealed.
"Floating Pagoda, emerge!"
The World-Destroying Daoist roared with a ferocious expression, and accompanied by overwhelming death energy and dense malevolent aura, an eighteen-story Floating Pagoda slowly rose from above His head.
The Floating Pagoda was shrouded in dense death energy, seemingly the final resting place of all spirits, inspiring a sense of descent into despair at a single glance.
Within each level of the pagoda, countless souls floated and slumbered. Some wore serene expressions, others showed expressions of agony, and so on.
This sight inevitably reminded Feng Zichen of the legendary eighteen levels of hell.
Moreover, this tower, though merely a post-natal treasure, gave Feng Zichen an extremely dangerous feeling, even stronger than the danger emanating from the twelfth-grade Black Lotus of Annihilation.
The Black Lotus of Annihilation was a top-tier, supreme-grade innate spiritual treasure; this Floating Pagoda, a post-natal treasure, was even stronger—an unbelievable fact.
This also indicated that this treasure was no less powerful than the Chaos Pearl and the Primordial Dao Bell in his possession.
Feng Zichen had only heard of one such magical treasure: the Heaven-Turning Seal, forged by the Primordial Heavenly Venerable from a section of Mount Buzhou in later legends.
Feng Zichen was unaware that this Floating Pagoda was forged by the Demon Ancestor Rahu, who collected endless death energy and the souls of countless living beings.
His intention was to use this treasure to seize the power of death in the primordial world as a contingency plan for his ascension to sainthood.
(End of Chapter)