I can see the blood bar and my purity is extremely high

Chapter 575 Coordinates Activated, Soul-Devouring Curse
Deep within the boundless starry sky, dozens of powerful alien beings stood respectfully behind Gris, not daring to overstep their bounds.

There is almost no light in outer space, except for the faint glow of life-bearing stars that are unknown how far away they are.

Compared to those truly prosperous universes, countless supreme experts also stand proudly beneath this starry sky.

Yet, desolation and loneliness are also the main themes here.

Suddenly, streaks of light appeared on the ancient road in the starry sky.

These halos intertwine to form a semi-circular passageway, creating a dazzling, shimmering effect.

As a powerful pulse of spiritual energy struck, all the light vanished.

One after another, powerful human warriors with their heads held high and chests puffed out appeared on the spot.

The one leading the group was Lu Wenwu, who was carrying a dog and a cat on his back.

Behind him stood pillars of the human race, such as the Sky-Supporting Martial Saint and the Fighting Martial Saint, whose cultivation was at least at the late stage of the Star Realm. Their numbers were only slightly more than half of the alien races, making the group appear quite thin.

Besides the battle maniac patriarch of the Yu family who was still blocking the alien race's spawn point to kill them, even the most homebody Yu Shen Martial Saint came out!
This was naturally Lu Wenwu's suggestion.

Based on his years of extensive reading and his own experience in saving the world, he easily judged that the current battle would most likely determine the future of humanity.

So they appealed to their emotions and reasoned with them, persuading the human race's high command to go all in.

After leaving behind the necessary defensive forces, the remaining experts all came here, ready to engage in a life-or-death battle with the alien powerhouses.

Lu Wenwu had no idea what the world beyond these coordinates was like.

But he knew one thing.

It is virtually impossible to find another opportunity to gather all the top combat forces of the alien races and get them out of their base camps.

If we can take advantage of this operation to capture all the top experts of the alien race, the crisis facing humanity will be resolved.

What Lu Wenwu found slightly regrettable was that his apprentices were unable to participate.

Even Wang Teng, the chosen one, who became an inner disciple of the Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Sect with the dual blessing of his own and the will of Blue Star, still found it difficult to keep up with the combat power of the top players at this time.

Even the most powerful chosen one needs time to develop.

Wang Teng, who is currently only at the Heavenly Realm Martial Venerable level, has used all his trump cards and can barely contend with a Star Realm early stage cultivator who has condensed a star map.

He has almost the combat power of a Martial Saint.

However, in the current chaotic battle involving more than fifty powerful martial saints, they wouldn't even be considered cannon fodder.

The Martial Saint who has condensed four star maps is the Peak Martial Saint.

The Martial Saint who condensed six star maps is also a peak Martial Saint.

If Wang Teng were to fight a serious Martial Saint, he wouldn't even be able to withstand a single punch.

The reason why the Martial Saint of the Sky was given the name of "Sky-Supporting Warrior" is that he condensed a total of seven star maps!
Unrivaled in the entire universe!

Even among the alien races that Gris had carefully nurtured, there was no one of this caliber.

If we calculate according to Lu Wenwu's idea, the number of star maps that the Martial Saint can condense is about nine.

Therefore, the current system of classifying people is somewhat designed to save face for others.

Only the Sky-Supporting Martial Saint, who has condensed seven star maps, can truly be called a late-stage Star Realm cultivator.

If measured and converted according to the power system of this world, Lu Wenwu estimated from his own combat experience that Gris was at least at the level of eight or nine star maps, and his combat power was much stronger than that of the Sky-Supporting Martial Saint.

I'm probably at that level myself.

However, it's difficult to incorporate one's strengths into specific combat capabilities.

When a real fight breaks out, the minimum standard can definitely be guaranteed.

The extent to which the upper limit can be reached depends on the opponents and the environment.

He was confident that he could win against someone like the Martial Saint who cultivated martial arts.

My greatest strengths are endurance and weakness.

With each rise and fall, the ultimate winner will surely be oneself.

Even if the other party cultivates the ninth star map, it will still be the same.

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger!
However, if a Dao-Merging Immortal Venerable from the ancient immortal era of this universe were to appear, a monster whose power is almost inexhaustible after merging with the Great Dao, then it would be hard to say.

Lu Wenwu was very self-aware.

"Bullshit! You barbarian are like a persistent ghost!"

When Lu Wenwu suddenly appeared with a large number of human experts, Griss showed no surprise at all—his skeletal face wasn't very expressive anyway.

"I already said I'd take what I wanted and leave. You can keep this lousy place if you want, but why are you chasing after me like that? Am I your father, you damn bastard, always causing me trouble!"

"What the hell are you talking about, you son of a bitch!" The hot-tempered Martial Saint Dou Tian immediately launched into a tirade, "You inhuman, ghost-like thing, how dare you insult Fifth Brother like that! I'll fuck you %*&……￥%……*&%# (national treasure)"

"shut up!"

Before the spiritual energy revival, Dou Tian Wu Sheng was a member of the Sunba and Zuan communities, and his cursing was not only sarcastic but also extremely vulgar.

They passionately engage in online battles, centering on their ancestors for eighteen generations and extending to their nine clans.

Before he could even utter a few words, he was already broken down by that lousy guy, Gris.

As it turns out, no matter which world China is in, it has never lost in terms of its national treasures.

Gris roared in exasperation, his entire face turning pale.

The eerie green flames of the soul flickered and undulated, making the already unsettling skull face appear even more sinister.

"You lowly native, how dare you insult a mourning lord!"

A pure and intense power of death erupted, and a vast pressure of the soul pressed down on the Fighting Martial Saint like a mountain.

The mere mental pressure exerted on his soul was enough to make the Martial Saint of Fighting Heaven groan and turn pale.

"Give me a sigh!"

His body swayed violently, and his bones and joints made a creaking sound that made your teeth ache.

"Don't even think about it!"

Dou Tian Martial Saint gritted his teeth, his powerful blood and qi surging wildly.

With each heartbeat, a surge of power pumped through his limbs and bones, straightening his slightly bent back and making his bloodshot tiger eyes stare directly at Gris.

Not afraid at all!

"You dead skeleton, something that should have died long ago should just lie back in its coffin. What are you doing jumping around like that?"

Lu Wenwu chuckled and released his own soul power to clash with Gris, completely eliminating the pressure on Dou Tian Martial Saint.

A series of pitch-black cracks burst open at the center point, emanating a terrifying suction force that was both profound and filled with the aura of death.

This is a clash of pure soul power.

It is a clash of forces without any fancy tricks.

In the past two years, the two sides have clashed more than a hundred times.

They each knew each other inside and out.

That's why Gris, who could clearly sense Lu Wenwu's progress, said something that sounded somewhat submissive: "I can back down."

If possible, he really didn't want to be enemies with a monster like Lu Wenwu.

This would be a huge obstacle to his perfect plan to become a god. As long as he could forge the perfect mythological anchor, Gris was perfectly willing to give up the benefits of the universe's future output.

Only cultivation is fundamental!
"Letting you go is not an option; that would be like releasing a tiger back into the mountains."

Lu Wenwu casually smoothed out the folds and cracks caused by the impact on the space, his eyes filled with mockery as he looked at Gris.

"Your body is indeed pure, but your other bodies have undoubtedly become seeds of true demons. Now you're telling me you want to be a good person? I'm just too lazy to think, not really stupid."

"Ha, as expected, all those barbarians who cultivate their bodies are fools, self-righteous bastards." Gris sneered disdainfully. "Everything is an illusion, only eternity and power are supreme! Don't worry, after you die, I'll sneak into the Immortal Realm to steal the offerings from your grave!"

"Even dead heads like to eat dog food and dried fish?" Lu Wenwu raised an eyebrow.

Gris: "???"

What the hell is this?

“Brainless barbarian, have you finally completely lost your mind? Killing a thousand enemies while losing fifteen thousand of your own?” Gris’s soul fire flickered. “I’ve never heard of any world’s China having the custom of using this kind of thing as tribute.”

Lu Wenwu patted Mao Mao's head affectionately: "If I really die, the only ones who will probably come to my grave are Mao Mao and Xiao Bao. One of them can't cook, and the other can only start a fire. Guess what kind of offerings they can put out for me?"

Gris: "."

Hey!
That muscle-bound guy is absolutely right.

I was speechless!

Just as Lu Wenwu and Gris were attacking each other, a sudden change occurred in the universe.

The space in front of them shattered like a broken mirror, and the fragments of stars turned into flowing flames under the intense pressure, as if billions of vengeful spirits were shrieking at the same time.

That terrifying shriek was enough to instantly kill a Martial Arts Celestial.

Even the Star Martial Saints with slightly lower cultivation levels were not having an easy time. Their faces contorted in pain, and they had to circulate their own blood and energy into their spiritual fire to make it burn even more fiercely.

It was like endless thunder roaring, and one terrifying rift in the void after another kept opening up.

The purplish-black cracks spread and extended, from which something resembling bones continuously emerged.

The yellowed bones were covered with crystalline scabs, constantly being torn apart and reassembled by some unknown force.

Scattered specks drifted out, and the moment they touched Lu Wenwu's burly arms, they congealed into blood-tear-like stains, constantly corroding his powerful flesh.

"Step back, don't get that crystalline dust on you!"

Lu Wenwu shouted in a deep voice, leading the human race's powerful warriors to retreat directly to the other end of the ancient starry road.

On that crystalline dust, Lu Wenwu sensed a strong power of death and corrosion.

According to the information analyzed by the Eye of True Sight, this is a substance called Bone Spirit Dust.

It is a product formed when a powerful soul is continuously decomposed in a special place and then corrupted by an extremely yin place.

Gris let out a cold snort and retreated along with the alien powerhouses.

He casually collected some of the Bone Spirit Dust.

"Zheng!"

A piercing sound rang out again as an ancient bronze gate, almost filling the entire field of vision, forcefully shattered the space.

They squeezed themselves into this space!

The rusty door knocker was adorned with 108,000 soul-sealing chains, each chain trembling and wailing.

An indescribable whisper filled the ears of everyone present.

Those aliens with weaker cultivation immediately bled from their seven orifices. After a faint burst of brilliant fire erupted from their bodies, the intelligence in their eyes turned into chaos, and they roared and howled like wild beasts.

"waste!"

Gris reached out and squeezed hard, and the alien creature whose intelligence had been erased instantly collapsed to the ground.

But in just five seconds, the fire of the dead ignited in its already lifeless eyes.

The massive body shakily stood up again.

Having controlled the alien races for so many years, how could he not have left himself a backup plan?

Lu Wenwu's golden dragon eyes shone brightly, and countless streams of information converged into his eyes.

The curse that could annihilate the intelligence of an entire race has appeared!

The Eye of Analysis could not determine the name of the curse.

It's possible that this thing was discovered for the first time since its creation, and no one named it.

Therefore, Lu Wenwu decided to call it the Soul-Eating Curse.

The curse that devours intelligence.

Simple and straightforward.

The conditions for its formation are unknown, but it is speculated that it most likely requires intense death to gestate.

At present, it seems that only the flame of civilization can effectively resist.

Suddenly, the entire star field fell silent.

Suddenly, blood mist overflowed from the bronze gate, and huge, ancient gears were meshing together, with crimson mist gushing out from between the rotating teeth, pushing open the two heavy doors, which were almost invisible from top to bottom, by a tiny crack.

Gray and red beams of light pierced through the gradually opening door, and an even more powerful Soul-Devouring Curse swept over them.

Those alien races with insufficient racial foundations kept wailing, and were successively wiped out by Gris, instantly transformed into death puppets without their own thoughts.

Meanwhile, the human race, with Lu Wenwu as its fulcrum, unleashed a civilization that had already taken on a substantial form.

Brilliant and fiery!

This is the result of two whole years of hard work by the entire human race and Lu Wenwu.

As the human race grew stronger, Lu Wenwu's purity also improved.

As the crack in the middle of the bronze door gradually widened to about three meters, a soul-piercing shriek erupted from within.

A pair of giant claws covered in dried flesh pierced through the crack in the door and grabbed at both sides at the same time!

"interesting!"

The moment Lu Wenwu uttered his praise, thick dragon scales appeared on his right arm.

The fist, imbued with the golden sun, slammed straight forward, unleashing astonishing light and heat, shattering the outstretched claw!
The black crystal blade of the skull Gris drew a pale green crescent arc, its sharp sword intent colliding with the withered claws and constantly wearing them down.

"Ha, something that's long dead, yet still retains its life essence."

Gris's sarcastic remarks came to an abrupt halt.

At this moment, the entire bronze gate has opened a gap as wide as twenty meters.

Compared to the size of the entire door, this is insignificant.

But it is already huge enough.

From the black tide surging forth from the gate, countless skeletal soldiers clad in ancient armor emerged in dense formation.

The ancient weapons emitted a terrifying black light, and the rhythmic thud of the war boots could shake the stars.

When Lu Wenwu saw the enormous, blood-stained bull horn protruding from the opening bronze door at the rear of the battle formation, his smile widened.

Things are getting interesting!

(End of this chapter)