Chapter 791 - The Terror Descends

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“Ancestor Heaven-Bearer, are you alright?” Ancestor Heaven-Sworn asked urgently.

Ancestor Heaven-Bearer stood up weakly.

Although his life wasn’t in danger, with his true fate shattered, his body remained frail. He no longer had the strength to fight.

He looked at Xu Zimo and said, “I lost.”

“Winning or losing doesn’t matter. Hand over the Nirvana-Fire Pearl, or I’ll slaughter the entire Goddess Palace today,” Xu Zimo said calmly.

“Do you really think that, as one of the ten forbidden grounds, the Mortal Dust Palace’s strongest forces are just us?” Ancestor Heaven-Bearer said as he stood up slowly. “If it were only us old bones, we’d have been torn apart long ago. There’d be no ‘forbidden ground’ title to speak of.”

“Say what you mean. Don’t beat around the bush,” Xu Zimo waved impatiently.

“You should know the name of the World-Weary Goddess, a being even Grand Emperors must defer to,” said Ancestor Heaven-Bearer.

“Like I said, walk away now and we’ll let this go as if it never happened. But if we truly tear things apart, it’s either your death or ours.”

“Spare me the bullshit. Just bring it out already,” Xu Zimo replied. “I’m actually curious about this World-Weary Goddess. Otherwise, your Goddess Palace will cease to exist today.”

“Insolent brat! How dare you speak of the World-Weary Goddess so disrespectfully?” Ancestor Heaven-Sworn snapped.

“The World-Weary Goddess is a being beyond imagination. Killing you would take no more than a flick of her finger.”

“Well, I’d like to test that theory,” Xu Zimo smiled.

“Bring it out,” Ancestor Heaven-Bearer sighed, speaking to Heaven-Sworn.

“You’re serious?” Ancestor Heaven-Sworn asked.

“This concerns the dignity of the Goddess Palace. There can be no compromise,” Ancestor Heaven-Bearer said coldly. “Otherwise, how could we continue to lead the vast Mortal Dust Palace?”

At his words, the three elders each took something from their storage rings.

A formation disc, a formation flag, and a formation energy.

Xu Zimo understood the formation disc, many formation masters favored such tools.

But nowadays, formation discs were typically paired with formation seals, not flags.

The age of formation flags had long passed.

Since the Desolate Era, few had used them.

And formation energy was even rarer.

Only when natural spiritforce couldn’t power a formation would specific formation energy be preserved as a catalyst.

But in this era, unless it was some Legendary Era ancient formation, these weren’t needed at all.

“You forced this,” Ancestor Heaven-Bearer said, looking at Xu Zimo.

“You people always love to blame others,” Xu Zimo laughed, shaking his head. “Why don’t you think about who broke the promise first?”

But Ancestor Heaven-Bearer no longer cared to argue.

He tossed the formation disc into the void.

The disc activated. In the next moment, it expanded to a colossal size, covering the entire Mortal Dust Palace.

As it spun, it spread out endlessly, engulfing the heavens.

Ancestor Heaven-Sworn followed by tossing out the formation flags.

It was unclear how many there were, but they filled the void in dense numbers, a terrifying sight.

They scattered across the sky, gradually fading from view.

Spinning in sync with the disc.

Next, the three elders' auras surged.

Their power linked together as they began to release the formation energy.

The formation energy turned into a stream of light and fused into the formation disc.

Immediately, an overwhelming wave of spiritforce converged on the location.

Thunderous rumbling echoed from deep within the clouds.

The sky shifted violently with wind and thunder.

Winds roared, clouds swirled, sand and stone flew.

It was as if a sandstorm had engulfed the entire sky.

At the heart of the formation disc, its rotation rapidly accelerated with the addition of the formation energy.

A teleportation space appeared within the formation.

The entire world went silent. Only the teleportation space remained, faintly emanating a pressure that weighed down on all of existence.

Even without seeing the figure, the terror could be felt.

“Should we... maybe leave?” Monk Great Wisdom asked from beside Xu Zimo.

“Where to?” Xu Zimo smiled.

The fierce wind blew his hair upward, his robes fluttering loudly.

“Are you stupid? You’re meant to carry the Heaven’s Will!” Monk Great Wisdom shouted.

“You have the potential to become a Grand Emperor. There’s no need to risk yourself here.”

“What makes you so sure I can become a Grand Emperor?” Xu Zimo laughed. “We haven’t even known each other that long.”

“Just trust me! Otherwise, I wouldn’t have sought you out,” Monk Great Wisdom shouted.

“No need. I have never backed down in my life,” Xu Zimo waved him off. “At least on the Primordial Heartlands, there’s no one who can make me retreat.”

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From the teleportation space, a beam of light shot skyward.

Everyone in the Mortal Dust Palace could feel the pressure and the terrifying power it contained.

“Kneel! Pay respect to the World-Weary Goddess!” Ancestor Heaven-Bearer shouted.

The Goddess Palace fell into total silence.

Not even a whisper could be heard.

Everyone knelt, trembling, watching the terrifying aftershock in the sky.

Within the teleportation space, a vague silhouette of a woman appeared.

“Confident?” Gongsun Hongtian asked from beside him.

Xu Zimo stared at the shadowy figure. It was like an unfathomable pool of still water, his senses couldn’t pick up anything.

The opponent was too powerful.

“No match,” Xu Zimo shook his head.

He had a good grasp of his own strength.

With all his trump cards, even a Zenith Immortal could be defeated.

But against a true powerhouse, he was no match.

At higher realms, even a single level difference could be an unbridgeable chasm.

The higher one went, the harder it was for even the most talented to fight across cultivation realms.

Xu Zimo had only managed because of his many trump cards, and his powerful true fate, the God World.

When that figure appeared, all of heaven and earth fell silent.

It was as if everything had been suppressed and frozen in time.

“That’s at least a Grand Emperor-level being... maybe even higher,” Xu Zimo murmured. “From the Outer Heavens, not of this Primordial Heartlands.”

As the shadow emerged, the world trembled.

From the depths of the sky, it was as if a gaze turned toward them.

Though the sky looked unchanged, everyone felt as if they were being watched.

It was the Eye of the Heavenly Dao.

Because the figure’s strength surpassed the rules of this world, it drew the Heavenly Dao’s attention.

Just like Paimon, a being with ten meridian gates, on the Primordial Heartlands he could only maintain Grand Emperor-level power.

If he forcefully opened the tenth gate, he’d be struck down by the Heavenly Dao itself.

But since the Legendary Era, powerful beings who wished to descend into the Primordial Heartlands could still do so, though at immense cost.