Chapter 1775 The Fall of a True Immortal at the Peak
"Not enough! Still not enough! Give it to me...swallow it!"
He frantically activated the ancient holy legacy belonging to the Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Evils within his body, forcibly refining the destructive power of the stars.
The phantom of the demon god constantly shifted between expansion and contraction, its aura becoming extremely unstable, yet it was becoming more solid and terrifying at an astonishing speed!
Ziwei Immortal Venerable's face turned deathly pale. He felt his connection with the Starry Sky Annihilation Divine Light being forcibly severed!
What terrified him even more was that while the other party was absorbing his supernatural power, their aura was rapidly increasing.
The invisible barrier separating Mahayana and True Immortal is shaking violently, as if it might shatter at any moment!
"He...he's using my power to hone his immortal foundation and break through to become a true immortal?!" This thought sent chills down Ziwei Immortal Venerable's spine.
We can't let him succeed!
The Purple Star Immortal Venerable was furious and recklessly burned his own Immortal Venerable essence in an attempt to detonate the devoured divine light.
"Too late." The cold voice of the reincarnated evil spirit rang out.
The phantom of the demon god suddenly clenched his fist!
"boom--!!!"
The devoured starlight that destroyed the world, along with the massive amount of evil power accumulated by the reincarnation of the myriad evils, was compressed within his body!
A beam of light, mixed with starlight and karmic energy, shot into the sky from his center, directly breaking through the sealing array set up by the Primordial Demon Abyss and piercing through the endless void!
Within the pillar of light, the thousand-foot-tall phantom of the reincarnated demon god, Wan Nie, began to shatter and peel away inch by inch, revealing an even more perfect body beneath.
His pale, eerie face became solemn and indifferent, and the aura of calamity around him was restrained to the extreme.
The barrier of Mahayana Buddhism has shattered.
The aura of a true immortal swept out like a tsunami!
It wasn't the weakness of someone just entering the True Immortal realm, but rather... it directly stabilized at the peak of the early True Immortal stage, and even faintly touched the threshold of the middle stage!
With his Mahayana form, he forcibly devoured and refined the trump card of a peak True Immortal, and used it as resources to achieve the ultimate sublimation in battle, breaking through the barrier in one fell swoop and ascending to the position of True Immortal!
"This...this is impossible..."
Ziwei Immortal Venerable's Dao heart almost collapsed, his supernatural powers were broken, and his origin was backlashed. Coupled with the scene before him that overturned his understanding, he was shocked and spat out a mouthful of life essence blood containing starlight. His aura instantly weakened.
However, Wannie, who had successfully broken through the barrier, did not stop at all.
His dark eyes locked onto the weakened Ziwei Immortal Venerable, and with a single step, he appeared before him in an instant.
"To thank you for helping me achieve true immortality," the Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Evils' voice was cold and ruthless, "I will use your Dao Fruit and Origin as my first congratulatory gift for stabilizing my realm."
"Sacred Ancient Divine Power, the Finger of Slaying All Evils!"
He pointed out.
There was no brilliance at his fingertips, only a pure will to slay immortals!
This finger strike is specifically designed to kill true immortals, ignoring defenses, aiming straight for the foundation of one's Dao, and extinguishing any life force!
The Purple Star Immortal Venerable was in a state of great distress, frantically burning his remaining essence, gathering the power of the universe into a dazzling star shield in front of him, while simultaneously retreating rapidly.
"Crack!"
The Star Shield shattered like glass.
The finger, seemingly slow but actually swift, disregarded spatial distance and touched the center of Ziwei Immortal Venerable's brow.
Time stands still at this moment.
Ziwei Immortal Venerable's eyes widened, and the reflection of the starry river in his eyes quickly dimmed and shattered.
He opened his mouth as if to say something, but no sound came out.
A grayish-black mark on his forehead spread rapidly, instantly covering his entire body.
The next moment, he, a peak True Immortal, a great power of the Ziwei Immortal Palace in the Three Pure Immortal Realms, and an Immortal Venerable who ruled over the heavens, had his body weathered away, disintegrating inch by inch, turning into the finest ashes.
Along with the immortal soul, the Dao fruit, the inner world... everything was completely devoured by that gray-black mark.
Only a few unclaimed natal immortal treasures and a dim star core remained, floating in place.
The Purple Star Immortal has fallen!
He was killed in one blow by a newly promoted True Immortal!
The fall of the Purple Star Immortal Venerable was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, instantly shattering the will to resist of all the cultivators in the Three Pure Immortal Realms.
"The Immortal Venerable... has fallen?!"
"Impossible, this is impossible!"
"A demon! He's an unparalleled demon!"
A sense of terror, despair, and disbelief spread.
The Zhou Tian Grand Array trembled violently due to the loss of its master, and its light quickly dimmed.
The Three Pure Ones, who were engaged in fierce battle, were shaken to their core and instantly thrown into disarray.
"Immortal Lord!" Immortal Lord Guixu's eyes were bloodshot with rage. His mind was in turmoil, and the Demon Lord Burning World seized the opportunity to strike him in the chest with a black flame, sending him flying backward and spitting blood.
Lingxiao Immortal Lord roared repeatedly, but was forced into a perilous situation by the combined forces of Bone Fiend Demon Lord and another mid-stage True Immortal Demon Lord.
The Golden Palace Immortal Lord's sword formation was forcibly broken through by the Soul Prison Demon Lord's Sea of Resentful Souls, leaving him pale-faced.
The Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Evils took the star core left behind by the Immortal Venerable Ziwei into his hand, sensed it briefly, and then put it away with satisfaction.
His dark eyes swept across the entire battlefield, and the pressure of a true immortal, mixed with the despairing karmic energy, pressed down overwhelmingly.
"Ziwei is dead." His voice was not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of every living being. "Surrender, or die."
This time, no one dared to accuse him of arrogance.
Having lost their supreme commander and core formation, their high-end combat forces were either restrained or injured, and their morale completely collapsed.
Continuing to fight will only result in being slaughtered.
The Immortal Lord of the Nether Sword sighed deeply, and the ancient sword in his hand groaned as it slowly fell to the ground.
He was a sword cultivator, unyielding and inflexible, but at this moment, he saw no chance of victory.
Putting up a stubborn resistance will only result in more casualties among your disciples and will be completely pointless.
Guixu Immortal Lord looked pale and then glanced at the other True Immortals.
Even the strongest Immortal Venerable was killed by the opponent who was of a higher level. What hope do they have?
"We...surrender."
The hoarse voice of the Nether Sword Immortal Lord rang out, representing the joint decision of the remaining five late-stage True Immortals.
Even the late-stage True Immortals surrendered, and the remaining early and mid-stage True Immortals, Mahayana cultivators, Body Integration cultivators, and Void Refinement cultivators completely lost their will to fight.
The celestial light dimmed, the Xuan Tian treasure was put away, and the battle formation disbanded.
A great battle that was thought to be evenly matched, or even with the advantage on our side, ended in a dramatic fashion with the execution of the supreme commander of the Three Pure Ones Immortal Realm.
The Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Evils remained expressionless. With a wave of his hand, countless gray-black Soul Imprints of Ten Thousand Evils fell, precisely imprinting themselves between the eyebrows of each surrendered cultivator from the Three Pure Immortal Realms, penetrating deep into the core of their true spirit.
From then on, their lives and deaths were entirely in the hands of the Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Evils.
The demonic cultivators of the Abyss of Beginning Demons erupted in thunderous cheers and began skillfully collecting spoils of war and guarding the prisoners.
The Demon Lord of Myriad Evils stood alone in the void, feeling the surging True Immortal power within him and his increasingly perfected Myriad Evils Immortal Foundation. His dark eyes gazed towards the Nine Divine Realms, and the corners of his lips once again curled into that chilling smile:
"As for the Nine Divine Realms? They were just hunting grounds that came along with the plan. I have already broken through, and my subordinates have also had a good feast in this battle. We have also captured hundreds of thousands of cultivators from the Three Pure Immortal Realms, including five late-stage True Immortals. The harvest is far more abundant than expected."
Is it really necessary to make a special trip to that dilapidated place in the Nine Divine Realms?
The Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Evils was not interested.
In contrast, it seems more important to return to the Abyss of Primordial Demons as soon as possible, utilize the spoils and prisoners to further consolidate power, digest the gains, and seek greater authority within the Great Swamp of Decay.
