Exploding God

Chapter 1139 Wherever the gaze falls, illusion ignites.

tower……

The impact of this single word on Yan Wenchang was no less than the shock brought by Lu Ze's strength.

The reason why he and the family head knew this secret was only because he was a representative of the vassal family. He had overheard it during a casual conversation with the Grand Elder years ago.

The core secrets of the five major families and the actions of their vassal families are all for the service of that "tower".

Although Yan Wenchang had never actually seen it, it did not diminish the tower's place in his heart.

It is a great existence for which countless people are willing to sacrifice themselves, a sacred, vast, and even unspeakable existence.

Whenever it is mentioned, it should be done with a sense of awe and reverence.

However, at that very moment, the young man in front of them spoke in an extremely domineering tone, saying, "See that tower!"

That aura lacked fear and reverence; it contained only an indifference ingrained in its very bones.

This is completely contrary to the belief that Yan Wenchang has cultivated for many years. His faith has been tainted, and cracks have appeared in his spiritual pillar.

This made him feel inexplicably uneasy, and in order to cover up this unease and inexplicable rage, his rage was once again forcibly suppressed by the opponent's terrifying strength.

Therefore, Yan Wenchang's emotions were somewhat overwhelmed.

He jumped up and stood still, wanting to shout angrily and question, but in the end he didn't speak, his whole body trembling slightly.

Zhang Xinghuo noticed this detail, and the intelligent girl immediately realized that what her master had just said was far more important than she had imagined.

Otherwise, how could Steward Yan have been so frightened by just one sentence?

"Impossible..." Yan Wenchang muttered to himself, his expression changing repeatedly. After seeing Lu Ze officially step into the burial ground, he suddenly remembered that if the other party died, who would remove the sword energy for him!

No, you can't die.

Driven by the will to survive, he suddenly raised his head and shouted, "Stop! That's death energy that will burst your body! If you go any further, you'll—"

Ok?

Yan Wenchang's voice stopped abruptly, and his eyes widened.

A tangible aura rose from Lu Ze's body, its magnificent red color as deep and pure as a gemstone, a brilliance he had never seen before in his life.

Simply by gazing at it, one's gaze is drawn deep into it, and one's soul trembles involuntarily.

A visible black mist rose into the air, gradually thickening as it was drawn out in wisps, converging into streams and rivers, and finally transforming into huge waves that crashed violently against the uninvited guest.

As the executor of this "sacrifice," Yan Wenchang naturally knew how terrifying this burial site was!

Those black mists were clearly poison; no martial artist could avoid their attack and...temptation!

When the Star Source Power, which is far purer than that of the normal world, enters the body, no martial artist can resist the exhilarating feeling of their strength rapidly increasing!

However, this is the beginning of a descent into the abyss, from which there is no turning back.

The star source energy, several times purer and more violent, is like a pollutant that will quickly contaminate the entire body of a martial artist, causing all those who inhale it to go mad and explode to their deaths.

The black mist that was briefly inhaled earlier will eventually return to the world, carrying with it the blood and qi of the dead warriors. Countless white bones are the best proof of this over thousands of years.

No one can ever truly possess those black mists.

Therefore, this place became a forbidden area in the Wuyuan Continent, a taboo subject that was absolutely forbidden to be discussed within the five major families.

But now, what does he see?

Yan Wenchang rubbed his eyes, trying to make sure he could see more clearly.

When the torrent of black mist descended upon the man...

The originally magnificent and profound crimson aura suddenly trembled.

Crackling sound—

A faint spark seemed to appear in the air.

The next second, his entire body was ablaze with protective energy!

It covered a three-meter radius around its body, transforming into raging flames, like a beacon fire in the darkness, becoming the only light in this world.

The raging crimson aura was like a bottomless pit; no matter how frantic or dense the black mist surging from all around was, it didn't even make a ripple when it actually flowed into it.

Strands of black mist swirled and swirled around the giant flames, instantly transforming into fiery dragons that further accentuated the celestial figure whose silhouette was faintly visible within.

The magnificent sight left Yan Wenchang and Zhang Xinghuo speechless.

"It's something to miss."

Lu Ze was engulfed in cold flames, with even the corners of his eyes flickering with red flames, making his expression incredibly ruthless.

The star energy trapped in the burial ground, with a density dozens of times greater than that of the outside world, would be like poison to others, but to him, it was an energy reservoir that had stored pure star energy for thousands of years.

As for the murderous intent and rage within, how could they possibly compare to even a fraction of his?!

Lu Ze didn't stop for a second, and eventually, every footprint he left behind was burning!

With each step he took, his aura grew exponentially, like a giant whale swallowing the sea.

In just a hundred meters, the two people behind him could only see that back view.

Before the figure's back was a dense, compressed black mist.

Behind the silhouette, towering flames surged.

One person forms an army, separating two worlds.

He walked through the mist, yet it seemed as if he were holding up the sky and bearing the stars...

Zhang Xinghuo's eyes shone with light. She felt like a devout pilgrim, now only wanting to worship that figure.

But just as she was filled with anticipation and excitement, the figure stopped.

If one could look down from the sky at this moment, one would see that Lu Ze was standing exactly on the midline of this world.

Master, why did you stop?

……

Lu Ze stopped, slightly raising his eyelids. The black mist churned and surged, but it couldn't conceal the rumbling thunder behind him.

His gaze seemed to pierce through all obstacles, reaching the shadow higher up.

Lu Ze withdrew his gaze, his eyes devoid of sorrow or joy. At this moment, even the blazing aura around him seemed to freeze.

An atmosphere of impending storm enveloped the entire area, and the two people behind him were so nervous that they dared not breathe loudly.

Both Zhang Xinghuo and Yan Wenchang had a vague premonition that they were about to witness history.

……

Lu Ze glanced at it briefly before looking away. He took a step forward with his right foot, landing lightly, yet it felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, causing the space around him to distort abnormally.

Before the foot had fully landed, a red ripple spread out, which was actually crimson qi gathering into a step.

One, two...

Ten handles, a hundred handles...

A vast array of countless mortal swords condensed from the protective energy. Each sword was no bigger than a palm, but when these thousands of flying swords hung simultaneously beside Lu Ze, their sharpness was so intense that it was impossible for anyone to open their eyes.

Tears streamed down Zhang Xinghuo's face, but she still gritted her teeth and kept her eyes open, unwilling to give up on any second of the scene from this moment on.

Finally, she saw her master take the second step, and the second step rose up.

In the corridor of sword energy, Lu Ze slowly stepped into the air in the form of a god.

Click!

A bolt of lightning suddenly flashed from the black mist, striking Lu Ze fiercely, but was shredded into countless sparks by the hanging sword energy corridor.

Several more bolts of lightning struck, but they were in vain, becoming electric sparks swirling around Lu Ze.

Lu Ze stood with his hands behind his back amidst the light and a thousand swords, looking at the white bone ground that buried the secrets of the Mist Plains, his eyes expressionless.

A calm voice rose up and spread in all directions with the biting wind.

A soft whisper, spoken both to heaven and earth, and to oneself.

"I have only the road ahead to walk, and no one left to turn back to."

As the sound fades, the right hand forms a palm and gently supports the object.

A thousand swords surged against the heavens, their crimson torrents like pillars of fire, illuminating all directions.

He lowered his eyes and covered his face with his hands.

Amidst the crimson clouds, swords fell like rain.

blah blah blah...

The fine sounds connected in lines and spread out like a torrential downpour, enveloping the entire burial ground.

The black mist, which had been compressed to half its original size, surged wildly in an attempt to retaliate, constantly churning and annihilating the descending sword energy.

However, the rain of swords within the red clouds seemed endless. When one sword was annihilated, ten or even a hundred more swords would fall.

The black mist dissipated weakly, igniting sparks that connected to form clouds, eventually transforming into a raging sea of fire.

The firelight from the disc player dispelled the darkness, reddened the sky, and illuminated Lu Ze's calm face.

He gazed down at the towering sea of fire, his hands gently clenching together.

The rain of swords from all directions trembled violently.

The dancing flames suddenly went out at the same time.

The scene didn't dim; instead, it became even more shocking, so much so that Yan Wenchang got goosebumps all over his body, and his mouth remained open without any sign of closing.

Because when the clouds and fog dissipated, five giant, crimson swords, each a hundred meters tall and shimmering with light, were found stuck in the vast burial ground!

The giant swords were all different in appearance, shrouded in mist and smoke, yet they seemed to be real, like weapons cast down by gods, silently telling tales of the changing world.

Occasionally, black mist would rise from the ground, but before it could touch the giant swords, it would be forcibly pulled and drawn towards them by the force field around the swords, and its color would change from black to red as it swirled around them.

The aura of the greatsword was replenished by the black mist, and the aura that dissipated with the wind lost its ferocity.

With a thud, Yan Wenchang knelt on the ground.

How could he not see that Lu Ze had single-handedly suppressed this infamous Death Ground!

But this also means that the seal preventing the spread of great terror has been broken.

If it cannot be stopped...

From now on, everywhere will be a burial ground.

He raised his head.

The young man walked down slowly from the sky with his hands behind his back, and layers of red ripples spread out under his feet, like blooming red lotuses.

The crimson lotus and the giant sword complement each other.

However, Lu Ze's gaze was not on these scenes; he slightly raised his eyelids.

The black visual barrier dissipated layer by layer.

The scenery at an even greater depth of 10,000 meters gradually came into view.

Ancient road covered in moss, yellow mud and black stones.

Mottled dark clouds, flashing lightning, and eternal mist.

An even higher level that is hidden from view...

It exuded a chilling aura.

Suddenly, the five giant swords, each a hundred meters long, began to glow simultaneously.

Lu Ze's body blurred for a moment, a thin black shadow appeared behind him, and then vanished silently.

Lu Ze turned around quietly, his eyes indifferent.

A phoenix phantom appears in his left pupil, and a golden pointer in his right pupil.