pappabearbooks Chapter 585 Can't Sit Still Anymore
Chapter 585 Can't Sit Still Anymore
The various forces on the Tianyuan Continent have also developed to an unprecedented level.
Under the Saint-level cultivation techniques bestowed by Lin Chen, the leaders of all the major forces were stuck at the half-step Saint Venerable level.
This is the boundary of the continent. It's not that they lack talent, it's that this world can no longer hold them back.
The will of heaven and earth is like an old well that is almost dry, with its spiritual energy pitifully thin, and its limit is just right.
To go any further, we'll have to wait until Lin Chen refines the will of heaven and earth.
The number of True Monarch level experts on the mainland has long exceeded one hundred, and the number of Celestial Immortal level experts is more than ten times that of a hundred years ago. There are also countless terrestrial immortal level experts.
You could bump into a random person on the street and they could be a celestial being, as common as cabbages, you could find them everywhere.
Tongtian City's population exceeded 30 million, making it the most prosperous city on the Tianyuan Continent.
Looking down from the top of the Tower of Babel, the lights of thousands of homes stretch out as far as the eye can see, like a luminous silver river spread across the ground.
Lin Chen was very satisfied.
Only when the overall strength of the continent is strong enough can he rest more peacefully after refining the will of heaven and earth.
Otherwise, if his hard-earned family business and base are wiped out in one fell swoop, where can he go to seek justice?
Just as Lin Chen was investigating the changes on the continent...
Deep in the void.
The darkness of the chaotic void is like a stagnant pool of water, which has never been disturbed for billions of years.
The Emperor of Annihilation sat cross-legged in the center of the void, his gray robes fluttering slightly, his face hidden in shadow.
Like a stubborn rock that has been soaked in the river of time for too long, or a statue forgotten in a corner.
However, at that moment, his eyelids twitched suddenly.
Then he opened his eyes, and his pupils suddenly contracted.
Deep within his eyes, it was as if two cracks had split open, pointing directly towards the Tianyuan Continent.
He sensed it; an aura was emanating from the top of the Tower of Babel.
Grayish, sparkling, deep, chaotic.
That aura was neither ostentatious nor turbulent; it could even be described as gentle.
Like a seed that has just broken through the soil, it breathes quietly and silently unfolds its first leaf.
But the Emperor of Annihilation knew what it was.
The Great Dao of Chaos is the beginning of the Three Thousand Great Daos.
The first ray of light before the creation of heaven and earth, the first state before the separation of yin and yang.
The mother of all paths, the source of all laws.
The Primordial Realm has existed for countless billions of years, producing countless gods, emperors, and monstrous geniuses.
But there has never been a single person who comprehended the Great Dao of Chaos at the Half-Emperor level.
The Emperor of Annihilation's lips trembled slightly, his voice hoarse and almost aphonic:
"The Great Dao of Chaos... How is that possible?"
He stared at that aura, his mind racing with all sorts of thoughts.
He remembered what that young man looked like a hundred years ago.
With a lazy smile and an indifferent look in his eyes, he was just a playboy who indulged in pleasure and at most practiced the Yin-Yang Dao through unorthodox methods.
Instead of challenging a road that no one has trodden for millions of years.
At this moment, the Emperor of Annihilation felt like a joke.
He waited for over a hundred years, hoping for the collapse of the continent and for the despair in that young man's eyes.
And what happened? They were met with a chaotic Great Dao.
He couldn't wait any longer; if he waited any longer, that young man would break through to the Great Emperor realm.
Once he attains the Great Emperor realm, using the Great Dao of Chaos... even if he has only just broken through, he can still crush this veteran Great Emperor.
In that case, he will be the one who dies.
The Emperor of Annihilation's expression changed from shock to ruthlessness, and from ruthlessness to resolute determination.
His eyes were fixed on that aura, his pupils reflecting a hazy gray light.
He knew he couldn't hesitate any longer; if he hesitated any longer, he would lose his life.
Having made up his mind, the Emperor of Annihilation suddenly stood up from the void.
His gray robe billowed, his long hair flew wildly, and he resembled a drawn sword, its sharpness fully revealed.
Then, he raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and a jet-black spear appeared from his palm.
As if it were growing alive from flesh and blood, the gun barrel emerged inch by inch from the palm of the hand, carrying a warm breath and a sticky feel.
The gun body is entirely black, neither reflecting nor absorbing light.
The gun was covered with dark red runes, each one writhing and breathing, exuding a strong smell of blood and decay.
Annihilation Gun!
It was crafted from fragments of the laws of destruction from seven worlds.
In the final moment when every world moves from prosperity to destruction, the purest power of destruction is collected, sealed, and refined, ultimately forging this supreme weapon.
A single shot can shatter stars and annihilate billions of lives.
That was an inherited imperial weapon he obtained from an ancient ruin; it was his biggest trump card and his last gamble.
Emperor Annihilation gripped the Annihilation Spear tightly, the spear emitting a low hum in his hand, as if sensing its master's killing intent and trembling with excitement.
All the destructive power of the Great Dao in his body was like gunpowder that had been ignited, instantly pouring into the gun.
The dark red runes on the Annihilation Spear suddenly lit up, sizzling like red-hot iron and emitting a scorching aura.
The tip of the gun began to tremble, and the surrounding space began to distort, as if it had been kneaded into a ball by an invisible hand.
Then, the Emperor of Annihilation simply thrust out straight out.
A streak of gray-black light shot out from the tip of the gun, silent yet fast enough to tear through time and space.
Wherever it passed, the void shattered, cracks burst forth, and even time seemed to slow down by half a beat.
Like a black snake, it silently swam through the void, heading straight for the Tianyuan Continent.
It pierced through the void, through the crack, through the clouds, and headed straight for the top of the Tower of Babel.
This strike was far stronger than the last all-out attack.
The Emperor of Annihilation unleashed all his hidden talents, using every ounce of strength he had.
He knew the cost of this strike.
Because actively destroying the world will incur retribution from the Heavenly Dao.
The backlash is cumulative, deep in the soul, and will cause him to repeatedly feel pain to the point of questioning life for tens of thousands of years to come.
But he couldn't care less; he couldn't wait any longer.
Since we've already offended that young man, we can't afford to leave any future trouble.
If you don't kill the snake, it will cause endless trouble later.
He understood this principle better than anyone else.
The will of heaven and earth on the Tianyuan Continent did not sit idly by and wait for its demise.
Although it is rotten, dilapidated, and on the verge of collapse, it still exists.
It sensed the threat of that gray-black light, the killing intent of the Emperor of Annihilation, and the prospect of being torn apart.
It let out a silent whimper, like an old beast on its deathbed, its last remaining ferocity stirred up in its final moments.
It mobilized its remaining strength in an attempt to weaken the attack.
An invisible barrier condensed in front of the light, and the aura of the will of heaven and earth was violently depleted.
Like a candle burning to its end, it makes one last desperate leap.
The candlelight flickered brightly for a moment, then quickly dimmed again.
The dark gray light crashed into the barrier.
The silent clash stirred up a violent tremor in the void, causing the entire Tianyuan Continent to sway slightly.
People looked up at the sky, not knowing what had happened, but they felt a strange tightness in their hearts.
The barrier shattered, and the will of heaven and earth let out a silent sigh.
The barrier shattered into countless fragments, like a broken mirror scattered in the void.
However, the brightness of the gray-black light also visibly dimmed.
The attack was weakened by 20%, leaving only 80%.
Even with an 80% chance, it would still be enough to wipe out half of the Tianyuan Continent.
The beam of light continued forward, piercing through the last stretch of void, passing through the clouds, and crashing down on the top of the Tower of Babel.
The Emperor of Annihilation stared intently at the light, his lips pressed tightly together, as if he were gambling everything and waiting for an outcome.
His fingers gripped the Destruction Gun tightly, his knuckles turning white and making a cracking sound.
He muttered to himself, his voice hoarse like sandpaper rubbing against sheet metal:
"Either you die, or I leave."