Crack
A great fissure spread, as if the earth had split apart. The entire Sky Repair Pavilion shattered into fragments, an awe-inspiring sight.
From high above, the ground below was visible, black cracks spreading in a spiderweb pattern. A particularly large area had become a black abyss.
The small figure clenched his fists and quickly leaped up. A pair of golden divine wings appeared behind him. Though he did not ascend high into the sky, his feet were almost off the ground as he swiftly rushed towards the spirit sacrifice's dwelling.
The Sky Repair Pavilion was in chaos. Ling Mountain had fallen into a chasm, and the black fissure spread, causing many ancient buildings to collapse and numerous spiritual mountains to crack.
At this moment, people were in a state of panic, sensing that the epicenter of the tremors came from the old vine. They were unsure what kind of upheaval had occurred.
The small figure moved incredibly fast, each time touching the ground with his toes sending him far into the air. The wings of the roc produced a thunderous sound, and he was enveloped in a golden light.
Along the way, he saw ancient halls collapsing, broken walls and rubble everywhere. The shaking earth had flattened everything into ruins.
This was astonishing. Even the magic formations had been unable to protect those grand palaces. Under the mysterious celestial might, even the powerful Sky Repair Pavilion had been almost reduced to scorched earth, becoming a relic.
Fortunately, this was only a partial area. Many palatial buildings on the spiritual mountains were still intact, still shining and telling of the splendor of the sect.
"Lord Spirit Sacrifice."
Soon, the small figure burst into this forbidden area and saw the ancient courtyard. He was left speechless, barely believing his eyes.
There was no old vine, but instead a gigantic tree that covered the sky and blocked out the sun. It emitted a hazy, chaotic aura, an astonishing sight.
He rubbed his eyes and looked closely. The ancient tree soared into the sky. Its leaves were a deep green, glowing with the colors of the sunset, shrouded in mist as if it had been there since the beginning of time.
"It's still the Spirit Sacrifice," he muttered in a daze.
The gourd vine had become enormous. Its roots had turned into a tree that reached into the heavens, with enormous leaves rustling and shimmering, emitting chaotic clouds of mist, incredibly mystical.
"What is that?" The small figure was alarmed.
The gourd vine's glowing light moved, and some of its tendrils split. One vine, like a green light spear, pierced a gigantic creature. Blood flowed profusely.
The blood was unusual, radiating divine light and sparkling with five colors. It steamed and shimmered with indescribable mystery and power.
Even from a distance, it was awe-inspiring, making one tremble uncontrollably, almost compelled to bow and worship. The strength was unimaginable, terrifying beyond belief.
The five-colored blood dripping down was so terrifying that it was hard to gauge how powerful the creature was.
The small figure moved quickly, changing his position to continue watching, trying to glimpse the true form of the gigantic creature, as the green leaves had obstructed his view earlier.
The white wings covered the sky, immense and radiant, but stained with five-colored blood, looking fearsome. At first, the small figure thought it was a demonic bird, but he realized it was different. Under the wings, a pair of powerful, muscular legs were visible.
"A humanoid being."
He quickly shifted positions and continued to observe, finally seeing its true form.
The creature was several dozen meters tall, its entire body shining with holy divine light. It had a human form with a pair of huge, immaculate wings, an exceptionally handsome face, and a vertical eye in the center of its forehead. When it opened and closed, thunder flashed, deafeningly loud.
It had not died yet and was still resisting, the vertical eye emitting lightning.
Its long golden hair flowed as if forged from gold, dazzlingly bright, like it was burning fiercely. Between the strands of hair were a pair of purple dragon horns, steaming and covered with symbols.
What kind of creature was this? It was incredibly powerful. Its chest was pierced through, five-colored blood flowing, yet it was still alive. The lightning from its vertical eye surged like a sea, rumbling and striking the divine vine.
However, a green-skinned gourd on the vine swayed, producing a great divine sound, spreading chaotic energy, and swallowing all the lightning, absorbing it.
The small figure was astonished. What kind of realm of power was this that even the Spirit Sacrifice was being attacked?
The battle was nearing its end. Although the enormous humanoid being was enveloped in brilliant divine light, emitting terrifying fluctuations, it was still no match and was about to die.
"Poof."
The green-skinned gourd shook. The dao rhythm spread like ripples, shattering the lightning and causing the vertical eye to裂开, blood splattering.
"So powerful."
The small figure was stunned, watching as the ripples, though gentle, directly destroyed the humanoid being's magical eye. The ripples spread and slashed towards its dragon horns.
The humanoid being struggled violently, its dragon horns glowing brilliantly. The purple light steamed as if burning, emitting a dragon's roar. A large purple dragon emerged, trying to sever the vine.
The green-skinned gourd shook even more violently. A chaotic light flew out, hitting the dragon horns, which exploded into dazzling light with a crack, turning into dust.
At the same time, the green vine trembled. The portion that had pierced through the creature's chest shot upwards, piercing its head and ending the battle.
In the sky, the symbols were dense, as if the gods were chanting. They only slowly faded away after the battle ended.
The small figure was shocked. He had not seen the intense battle that preceded it, only witnessing the final moments. It must have been terrifying initially; otherwise, how could it have made the Sky Repair Pavilion裂开?
In the air, the divine light blazed, and the humanoid being burned, turning into the purest essence. Its body gradually became faint, even the bones were refined. Strands of divine light merged into the vine.
The five-colored blood that had dripped down was also absorbed by the Spirit Sacrifice’s roots, becoming a source of nourishment. The green leaves rustled as it slowly shrank, transforming back into a vine.
In the air, dust settled, and the dozens of meters tall humanoid being turned into ash, disappearing completely.
The root of the old vine glowed, spreading in all directions. At the same time, the cracked earth began to close, and the fallen Ling Mountain rose again.
Even the collapsed palaces were restored, standing back up as before. The scene was like a miracle, leaving people speechless.
The small figure was petrified, his mouth open in an "o" shape, eyes wide as he looked at the Spirit Sacrifice.
Was this really an old vine that was sick and on the verge of transformation? He had always thought the gourd vine was peaceful and serene, not expecting it to have such a violent side, directly slaying an unimaginable existence.
Moreover, how could the gourd vine have been so enormous and earth-shaking? Was that its true form?
"I'm going to die." Suddenly, the old vine spoke, its voice carrying an indescribable weariness.
"Senior, I believe you can live for at least another thousand years," the small figure said softly, as he had just witnessed the old vine's unparalleled power and was deeply shocked.
"External strength, internal decay. It won't be long before I will transform," the old vine whispered, speaking to him and also to the higher-ups of the Sky Repair Pavilion.
The Pavilion Master and several ancestors had arrived, standing silently aside, with sorrow and helplessness. If the Spirit Sacrifice perished, could the Sky Repair Pavilion continue to exist?
"Are you relocating?" the Spirit Sacrifice asked.
"Constantly in progress," the Pavilion Master replied with sadness and respect.
"Hurry. My time is running short." Then, it fell silent.
"Regardless, please leave the divine seed behind, so that it may be reborn in the future. One day, our Sky Repair Pavilion will reappear on earth, eternal and unchanging, and you can manifest once more," an ancestor said mournfully.
"Are you talking about it?" The Spirit Sacrifice shook. On it, a green-skinned gourd glowed, shrouded in chaotic mist, appearing mysterious and elusive.
"Centuries from now, there might be another similar vine, but by then, it will no longer be me." After saying this, the Spirit Sacrifice fell completely silent.
The Pavilion Master and several ancestors were deeply sorrowful, tears streaming down their faces. The Spirit Sacrifice had guarded the Sky Repair Pavilion since ancient times, bestowing boundless grace upon it, yet now it had to depart in this manner.
The Spirit Sacrifice was very open-minded, showing no emotion when speaking of life and death, but this only made others more mournful for it.
The successful consecration and the extinguishing of divine fire marked the end of an ancient era, burying many.
"If it weren't for the ancient battle and the injury it sustained, the Spirit Sacrifice would surely have lived longer," the Pavilion Master clenched his fists, watching as the Spirit Sacrifice departed, feeling helpless.
Thousands of miles away, a fierce bird blotted out the sun with its enormous size, which could be thousands or tens of thousands of miles long. Black mist churned, and its eyes, as large as lakes, reflected on the black sky like two blood moons.
"The divine seed will sooner or later be mine." It spread its wings and soared into the sky.
In another realm, a figure shrouded in divine light muttered to itself, "Hundreds of years ago, they said it was dying, but it ended up killing a supreme being. Now, they say it is reborn, and some do not believe it, only to be struck down again."
The figure faded, stepping onto a golden path, disappearing at the edge of the horizon.
At the same time, from different directions, other unknown beings also departed, no longer lingering.
The day after this, the atmosphere in the Sky Repair Pavilion was strange. Many disciples were discussing excitedly, believing that the Spirit Sacrifice would be even stronger after its rebirth. Meanwhile, the ancestors were anxious and worried, with different expressions throughout.
The small figure completely cast aside everything and devoted himself entirely to cultivation, studying techniques, understanding the principles of the Dao, and mastering the divine roc technique from the Deer Hunting Academy.
Then, after spending another month, he finally thoroughly comprehended the Kunpeng bone, becoming familiar with each of its transformations.
He sat cross-legged in the purified land, an astonishing phenomenon occurring behind him.
There, the sea was vast, the waves surging magnificently. A black and gold interwoven egg floated in the sea before cracking open.
With a thunderous roar, the waves struck the sky as the divine egg split open, revealing a gigantic fish, its length unknown, churning the entire ocean.
A terrifying aura was released, shaking the heavens and the earth.
Finally, the divine egg hatched, and the Kunpeng emerged.
At this moment, many elders of the Sky Repair Pavilion were startled, showing signs of doubt as they looked towards the purified land. However, no one stepped in, not wishing to disturb it.
The giant fish leaped up, transforming into a roc that soared ninety thousand miles high, terrifying and overwhelming, as if it could refine all things and create the world.
This was the phenomenon behind the small figure, resembling a real world with an immense sea, the Kunpeng spreading its wings and merging into the boundless sky, with the entire universe unable to contain it.
He had succeeded. He stepped onto this path, manifesting the divine abilities of the ancient top ten beings. Though there was still much to perfect and a long way to go, it was enough to astonish the world.
After all, he had planted the seed, which had now taken root and sprouted. With continuous nourishment in the future, given the small figure's talent, he could once again manifest this world-shaking technique.
It had been many days with continuous late nights, feeling very tired, and fearing it might affect the quality. I need to rest, and once my spirit is refreshed, we can continue. Such hard work, seeking encouragement with a monthly ticket.
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