Chapter 164 The Shattering of Ancient Ruins
! Rumble!
Vast divine might descended, and within the Hongmeng Dao Bell, the illusory image of Mount Buzhou slowly emerged, incredibly heavy, pressing down on the Red Dust Mirror.
At the same time, Feng Zichen recalled the Chaos Pearl. Instantly, the power that suppressed spacetime abruptly subsided, and the pressure on the Red Dust Mirror decreased dramatically.
However, the illusory image of Mount Buzhou was ultimately just an illusion, no match for the power of the Chaos Pearl.
Without the suppression of the Chaos Pearl, the Red Dust Mirror within the Hongmeng Dao Bell trembled violently, lifting the illusory image of Mount Buzhou high, attempting to overturn it and escape.
"Suppress!"
Feng Zichen formed a Dao seal, fully activating the Hongmeng Dao Bell, imprinting the Chaos Demon God mark it bore onto his body onto the illusory image of Mount Buzhou.
The next moment, countless runes shone and danced on the Hongmeng Dao Bell, radiating a dazzling purple light. One after another, phantom images of demonic gods appeared, moving towards the phantom of Mount Buzhou.
When the mark of the Chaos Demon God was imprinted on the phantom of Mount Buzhou, its form solidified, becoming increasingly heavy, halting its upward momentum.
With each additional mark of the Chaos Demon God, the phantom of Mount Buzhou solidified and grew heavier, gradually gaining the upper hand and suppressing the Red Dust Mirror.
When the hundredth mark of the Chaos Demon God appeared on the phantom of Mount Buzhou, the Red Dust Mirror was completely suppressed, utterly losing its power to resist.
But Feng Zichen was still not reassured and continued to imprint the marks of the Chaos Demon God.
Only when the phantom of Mount Buzhou uttered a sound of unbearable burden, as if it would shatter if the imprinting continued, did Feng Zichen stop.
At this point, the phantom of Mount Buzhou had been imprinted with five hundred marks of the Chaos Demon God.
With the blessing of these demonic god imprints, its power increased even more. Its form even gained a sense of texture, as if it were about to materialize and truly manifest in the world.
"Eh!"
"I didn't expect the Buzhou Mountain phantom to change like this after adding the Chaos Demonic God imprints."
"From now on, the path to advancement for this divine power has been found."
The changes in the Buzhou Mountain phantom caught Feng Zichen's attention.
Just one hundred demonic god imprints had increased the power of the Buzhou Mountain phantom by more than ten times. If all three thousand demonic god imprints were imprinted on it, how much would its power increase!
Perhaps, it could even rival the real Buzhou Mountain.
Calming his mind, Feng Zichen followed the inexplicable connection and made contact with his true self, intending to send the Hongmeng Dao Bell to Ziwei Star, using the power of Ziwei Star to obliterate the Illusionary Venerable.
The power of the Ziwei Star is domineering and unparalleled, containing the aura of an emperor, capable of destroying all laws and isolating all paths, almost suppressing all power in the primordial world.
"Decree!"
On Ziwei Star, Feng Zichen's true form, within his Dao Embryo, slowly opened his eyes and issued a decree, opening a passage to the outside world to retrieve the Hongmeng Dao Bell.
Rumble! The power of the Ziwei Star surged forth, flowing into the Hongmeng Dao Bell, layer by layer enveloping the Red Dust Mirror, beginning to gradually erase the mark left by the Illusionary Venerable on it.
Once the mark on the Red Dust Mirror was completely erased, this treasure would become ownerless. At that time, as long as Feng Zichen refined it, the Illusionary Venerable would be like a fish on a chopping board, completely at his mercy.
"Now that the Hongmeng Dao Bell is on Ziwei Star, it's unusable. It seems I need to be careful lately." With a sigh, Feng Zichen looked around and flew into the distance.
Such a commotion has caused quite a stir here. If it attracts the attention of the three demonic cultivators and they are trapped here, how could the World-Destroying Daoist let him go!
After flying forward for several days, Feng Zichen was about to find a place to settle down when he saw the ancient ruins shaking again, even more violently than before.
"Where is this tremor coming from?"
"How can it be so strong?"
After the tremors subsided, Feng Zichen searched the surrounding area but couldn't find the cause. A bold guess arose in his mind.
"Could this place really be about to shatter?"
The tremors came inexplicably, yet their power was extraordinary, cracking the entire ruins. Besides the possibility of collapse, Feng Zichen couldn't think of any other reason.
"However, even if this place is going to collapse, it won't be over quickly. It's definitely a good time to seize as many benefits as possible."
Feng Zichen wasn't particularly concerned about the destruction of the place, but considering the opportunities it offered, he immediately took action.
Places brimming with such opportunities were few and far between throughout the entire prehistoric world.
...
Over the next thousand years, the ancient ruins experienced six more tremors, each more intense than the last. The entire ruins were shattered into countless fragments of varying sizes, teetering on the brink of collapse.
"Judging from this, if another strong tremor occurs, this ruin will completely collapse." Standing in the void, gazing at the ravaged land, Feng Zichen couldn't help but sigh.
Over the years, he had found six sites where Great Luo Golden Immortals had fallen. However, he only obtained a wisp of innate essence because five of the battlefields were empty, their essence already taken away.
Feng Zichen wasn't surprised by this.
The size of the ancient ruins was ultimately limited; thousands of years had passed since the six of them arrived, and these Great Luo battlefields should have been discovered by now.
"Let's wait a little longer. I have a premonition that a supreme treasure may be born when this place collapses!"
As the ancient ruins gradually crumbled, Feng Zichen also developed a strange feeling, as if a supreme treasure was waiting to be born deep within the earth.
Immediately, Feng Zichen found a secluded place, hiding inside, quietly awaiting the birth of the treasure while striving to improve his strength in preparation for the upcoming great battle.
He could sense the birth of the supreme treasure, so the Annihilation Daoists must also be able to sense it. When the supreme treasure appears, a great battle will inevitably follow.
Currently, the Hongmeng Dao Bell is missing, greatly reducing his strength. If he doesn't seize the time to improve his strength, he might miss out on the supreme treasure's appearance.
...
Rumble!
A sound like mountains collapsing and the earth splitting resounded. The entire Primordial Ruins trembled violently, constantly collapsing, with fragments detaching from it and flowing along the river of time to unknown places.
"The Primordial Ruins have collapsed!"
Inside a cave, Feng Zichen opened his eyes, vanishing from the spot and arriving in the void above, staring intently at the center of the ruins.
There, a strange fluctuation emanated, drawing his attention.
Clearly, the supreme treasure was there!
"Die!"
Suddenly, the cold voice of the Annihilation Daoists reached Feng Zichen's ears.
Before he could react, a long, black arrow shot out, piercing him through.
Almost simultaneously, countless vengeful spirits appeared around him, surging into his body and devouring his soul.
Beneath his feet, the Black Lotus of Annihilation silently emerged, turning slightly before shattering his physical form.
(End of Chapter)