Chapter 1301 - 657: Eighth Level (Part 2)
Moreover, this is the Eight-layered Thunder Tribulation. How long has it been since a living being on the Southern Continent has withstood such a high-level thunder tribulation?
Yet, even the most terrifying God Slaying Thunder within the Eight-layered Thunder Tribulation couldn’t stop his steps!
Yuan Hou endured this strike, and he appeared to be unaffected, striding forward.
Passing through a Shadow Wall and two corridors, he finally reached the center of the grand hall.
This palace is the place with the highest concentration of Evil Qi in the entire underground palace, so dense it’s nearly tangible, at least twenty times the concentration found in Chiwen Lake. The air churns with fog as thick as ink, visible even to mortal eyes, and almost to the point where even the light of Merfolk Oil can barely penetrate.
As Yuan Hou stepped inside, the stone axe hidden on him emitted a low, mournful hum, as if on the verge of shattering. Everything has a limit, even Heavenly Devices, and the concentration of Evil Qi here exceeded its protective capability. Yuan Hou’s body had undergone changes since entering the inner palace, his heart racing at triple speed, his face flushed as blood, yet frighteningly, his skin seemed to be under immense pressure, pressed tightly, with bulging veins and vessels appearing ready to burst.
This is just a Mortal Body; anyone else would have lost their sanity, turning into an eternally wandering walking corpse. But he seemed indifferent, as if the changes within his body had nothing to do with him.
Four towering Divine Statues stood in the hall, muscles knotted, brows furrowed angrily, with massive bead necklaces hanging from their necks. Each bead is the size of a watermelon, polished smooth from white bones. They bowed slightly, as if guarding the high platform at the center.
Perhaps due to the Barbarians’ tendency towards simplicity, there weren’t many decorations here, except for the six corners of the grand hall, where Merfolk Oil tanks burned almost dry.
Yuan Hou’s gaze finally fell upon this high platform. On the platform sat a lone bronze coffin.
On the coffin, a curved bow was carved, shaped like a full moon. Beside the coffin, a small box rested on the stone platform.
Yuan Hou stood before the coffin for a while, then reached out to gently stroke the outer coffin, touching the rough and sturdy lines. His cold eyes finally betrayed a hint of strange emotion, like nostalgia, yet like hatred, as if he glimpsed through the eons at a deep historical sentiment.
His hand caressed the relief three times, then gathered his thoughts, restoring tranquility. Afterwards, he applied slight force, intending to push open the coffin lid!
If he were to look up now, he would see, at some unknown time, a small vortex of gas gathering above the ceiling of the Quiet Room, formed of dark clouds, as he exerted force, it condensed into a bolt of lightning that struck down!
This lightning strike seemed small and adorable, if time froze, one could see its shape as a long spear, surrounded by blue and white light, yet emitted no sound, clearly indicating that being struck was an indescribable experience.
Yuan Hou hurriedly withdrew his hand, but this Mortal Body was always slow to react, like a luxurious carriage compelled to move by an old ox. Even if the carriage was ingeniously designed and the unloading perfect, its speed ultimately depended on the slow-moving oxen in front.
Hence, he couldn’t evade the strike. The lightning descended with irresistible force, splitting straight down the center of his Heavenly Spirit, causing Yuan Hou’s eyes to bulge, his pose freezing for a moment, followed by a soft "pop" sound as his body suddenly exploded, every bone, every drop of blood, every inch of skin and muscle, even the smallest components of the flesh were intricately, evenly blasted into a mist of blood!
And that’s not all. Immediately afterward, the space at the center of the blood mist seemed to collapse suddenly, forming an indescribably small singularity, akin to a black hole emitting immense suction, drawing the blood mist in a swoop!
The moment the blood mist exploded, before the finest mist could spread, it was absorbed into the singularity, leaving not even a trace of blood scent, nor the slightest residue, disappearing completely from the Mortal World.
With the blood mist absorbed completely, the singularity vanished immediately, restoring tranquility here, with a living human gone in vain.
"Watch with your eyes, but do not move." At this moment, a voice sounded, like magnets clashing, with an indescribable icy coldness. A tall figure leaned silently against the corridor side, fingers slowly retracting.
This voice was extremely familiar to the person who vanished from the scene, yet hadn’t been heard for tens of thousands of years. Just after Yuan Hou’s body exploded, a wisp of black smoke fled at high speed, precisely the entity that devoured the Hundred Sons Ghost Mother. It moved too fast for the human eye to perceive, even the singularity couldn’t capture its trajectory.
The wisp of black smoke drifted to the ground, instantly stretching, spreading, quickly outlining a human shape, and then the features, stature, and clothing all became vivid and three-dimensional, as if a flat painting suddenly transitioned into a 3D image.
By the time the black smoke changed color, a man in a purple robe stood in the scene, with a delicate chin, fair skin, and phoenix eyes with slightly upturned corners, his pupils like the finest purple crystals. Though his stature wasn’t particularly tall, the square-collared, slim-waisted attire accentuated his elegance, long sleeves fluttering, and from the side, his features were so exquisitely beautiful that most women worldwide might envy and resent to death.
Most remarkable were those eyes; with a single gaze, they seemed to penetrate human thoughts, and with a single glance back, one could understand the myriad words he wished to convey. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you’re welcome to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets at Qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)