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Chapter 1000: The Divine Power of a Great Calamity, Ten Thousand Years of Imprisonment (4K, Requesting Monthly Tickets~)

The eyes on Yuan Guan's body kept closing, and the dark light in his pupils could no longer cover his entire body.

Chi chi chi~
The dense slashes landed on the body parts that the pupils could not cover, and blood splattered everywhere.

In just a moment, the parts that Yongyao had slashed were restored to their original state. The price was that almost all of the eyes, which were already mostly closed, were closed again, leaving only a dozen or so eyes on Yuan Guan's face and neck still open.

Yuan Guan's expression remained unchanged. Even though he knew that the gap between him and Gao Yang had become so large that it was insurmountable, and even though he knew that he would soon die by the other's sword, none of this could shake his fighting spirit.

Therefore, while he still had the strength to retaliate, Yuan Guan resolutely interrupted his state of nothingness before the sword was about to strike.

The moment he broke free of his ethereal state, a sharp and violent sword cry rang in his ears, and Yuan Guan's right arm was severed.

Blood splattered everywhere, but Yuan Guan ignored it, surging his qi and blood, causing a large amount of blood to gush out from his severed arm.

The blood, which had just gushed from Yuan Guan's body, seemed to come alive as it landed on his body.

Nourished by a large amount of blood, the eyes, which had previously closed due to loss of strength, opened again, only now the inside of the eyes was entirely scarlet.

Yuan Guan stared intently at Gao Yang, all the eyes on his body fixed on Gao Yang's eyes.

"Man-made disaster, piercing the heart!"

Gao Yang closed his eyes tightly, refusing to look at Yuan Guan. At the same time, a ray of golden light clung to the edge of the Yongyao Sword, and he slashed down with the sword.

As Yongyao slashed down, countless sword energies and marks appeared around Yuan Guan, all created by Gao Yang's earlier strike.

The moment Yongyao struck Yuanguan's body, these densely packed sword energies, like ten thousand swords returning to their origin, simultaneously pierced into Yuanguan's body.

Despite the burning pain emanating from all parts of his body and his almost shattered divine consciousness, Yuan Guan still stared intently at Gao Yang, his gaze never wavering.

'The Divine Power of a Great Calamity: A Hundred Years in a Glance.'

The next instant, streaks of blood-red gaze shot out from all the eyes of Yuan Guan, heading straight for Gao Yang.

This is a supernatural ability that Yuan Guan, a member of the Wu clan at the level of a Great Luo Golden Immortal, was born with. Because of its immense power, this top-tier supernatural ability is known as the "Great Calamity" in the prehistoric world.

The ability of Yuan Guan's innate supernatural power is to forcibly hit the target and banish and imprison the opponent's mind.

This timeframe is determined by the number of eyes on Yuan Guan's body; one eye corresponds to one hundred years.

This century is not a century in the present world. In the mindset of the goal, a century has passed, but in reality, it is only a breath.

The number of eyes on Yuan Guan's body was exactly 1,116.

In other words, if one's mind is struck by Yuan Guan's innate supernatural power, it will be banished for a full 111,600 years, just one hour short of the full cycle of time.

Even more terrifying is that, although the mind is imprisoned, it can still perceive the passage of time and can infinitely amplify its perception of the passage of time.

Loneliness is not scary; what is scary is the loneliness that allows one to precisely perceive the passage of time.

If the target survives the 110,000 years of solitude, then in the present world, the target's body will be unable to move for a full 1,116 breaths.

This amount of time is enough for Yuan Guan to kill the target tens of millions of times.

This is the fundamental reason why Yuan Guan's innate supernatural power is called the "Great Calamity Supernatural Power".

Gao Yang's eyes were forced open against his will, meeting those blood-red gazes.

At the same time, countless slashes pierced Yuan Guan's body, instantly cutting him into pieces no larger than sugar cubes.

Golden solar flames burned on these sugar cube-sized fragments, transforming into dazzling golden flames that exploded in front of Gao Yang.

As his gaze entered Gao Yang's eyes, the world before him appeared as a series of double images, and then everything around him instantly vanished from his perception.

Black, darkness, endless darkness.

When Gao Yang regained his senses, everything was pitch black. His senses seemed to be trapped inside an ink-soaked earthenware jar, unable to perceive even a trace of color.

Moreover, the surroundings were completely silent, without a single sound, and he couldn't even hear his own heartbeat or the sound of his blood flowing.

This feeling was as if he were imprisoned in an absolute forbidden zone that even time and space could not touch—a prison of solitude.

Gao Yang subconsciously wanted to use his willpower to break through the current situation, a move that inevitably involved his mind, spirit, and will.

But the next moment, Gao Yang's mood changed.

Because no matter how hard he tried, his willpower was like a stagnant pool, without even a ripple. Even his body, which had been tempered and refined over many years, had lost all feeling at this moment.

In this absolutely dark and silent cage, the only thing Gao Yang could still function on was his mind.

"They'll lock down my consciousness, imprison my thoughts, and then, while my body is out of control, simply obliterate it?"
Unfortunately, you've already been shattered by me.

In the darkness, Gao Yang muttered to himself.

In fact, if Yuan Guan were still alive at this time, after Gao Yang was struck by his innate divine power, what awaited Gao Yang was a devastating blow from him.

Unfortunately, before Gao Yang was hit by this innate divine power, Yuan Guan had already been cut into pieces by Gao Yang, and endless solar flames were fiercely burning his body and soul.

In this situation, if no one takes the initiative to extinguish the raging solar flames for Yuan Guan, Yuan Guan will become increasingly weak.

In particular, Yuan Guan was already in a state of "burning". Each time the sun flame burned, it would be accompanied by true damage of up to 100%. The final result was that Gao Yang's sun flame completely burned his physical body and soul to ashes.

In other words, the two have reached a delicate balance at this moment.

Gao Yang's mind was directly imprisoned by Yuan Guan, and he suffered from indescribable loneliness and solitude. In the end, due to the passage of time, his thinking became slower and slower, and he eventually gave up thinking and fell into complete annihilation.

Yuan Guan was shattered by Gao Yang's chaotic sword strikes, and if no one came to his aid, he would be completely destroyed and his life would be extinguished in a very short time.

Time ticked by, the sun flames continued to burn fiercely, Yuan Guan's body shrank continuously, while Gao Yang stood with his sword in hand, his eyes empty and lifeless.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths.
One hundred years, two hundred years, three hundred years
In the dark, silent cage, Gao Yang's thoughts never stopped.

At first, he simply kept calculating the time, thinking that this state wouldn't last long.

But when thirty days had passed and he was still in the same place, Gao Yang realized that he would not be able to leave here anytime soon.

He remained imprisoned, which meant his body was still intact, implying that Yuan Guan had no ability to destroy it. Putting this thought aside, Gao Yang began to study swordsmanship within the cage.

He didn't know how long he would be imprisoned, but he knew that under these circumstances, if he stopped thinking or relaxed even slightly, his mind would probably cease to function.

Comprehending swordsmanship is not difficult for Gao Yang now, but without more nourishment, his understanding of swordsmanship will only fall into a dead end due to a lack of inspiration and accumulation.

Over ten thousand years, Gao Yang perfected his swordsmanship to a point where it could not be improved any further, and even achieved the fusion of the rules of killing and swordsmanship.

From this moment forward, every sword strike Gao Yang unleashes will be imbued with his complete understanding of the rules of killing. This understanding, integrated into the sword, will directly obliterate the life essence of the opponent.

That's the rule of pure killing.

After spending ten thousand years perfecting his swordsmanship, Gao Yang began to comprehend the battle memories of the Sacrificial Tower Master that he had not yet fully grasped.

The master of the sacrificial tower has lived for a thousand years and has extremely rich combat memories, especially the unique sacrificial system practiced by his opponents.

The resulting mastery of time and space reached a level that Gao Yang could not comprehend.

In the past, Gao Yang had tried to comprehend this concept using "idealistic thinking," but he only grasped a superficial understanding. Even so, it significantly improved his combat power.

This time, with the help of the Source View, a killer move that had an effect similar to his own "idealistic thinking," Gao Yang began to continue to comprehend the battle memories of the Sacrificial Tower Master.

He didn't know how long he would be imprisoned, so Gao Yang didn't miss a single detail of the battle between the tower masters. Instead, he watched and tried to understand it bit by bit, peeling back the layers of the puzzle.

The combat system, which is difficult for the Tower Master to comprehend, is mainly divided into three aspects: time, space, and the combination of time and space.

In this silent, dark prison, Gao Yang watched frame by frame the priest tower master's every battle and every lesson.

Time slowly passed during this process, taking two thousand years. Gao Yang carefully reviewed the battle memories of the Tower Master, going over them many times, and even completely recorded the opponent's battle memories in his mind.

Immediately afterwards, Gao Yang began to comprehend the teachings, still without any sense of urgency, but rather taking one step at a time, comprehending them little by little.

He was trying to understand, and he was also trying to endure that endless time.

In the silent darkness, Gao Yang didn't even have a physical form, only an intangible mass of thought, silently sensing the passage of time.

It took Gao Yang ten thousand years to comprehend swordsmanship, and another two thousand years to observe the battle memories of the Tower Master.

Even including the time spent cultivating within the realm of idealistic thinking, twelve thousand years is still not enough to reach this number.

Gao Yang felt that, as time went by, his thinking inevitably became rigid, and the speed of his thought process began to decline.

However, Gao Yang did not pay attention. As he devoted himself to his comprehension, he lost all sense of time, and time began to fly by in his comprehension.

a thousand years
Twenty thousand years.
Gao Yang's understanding of spatial rules is constantly deepening, and he has almost completely caught up with the master of the sacrificial tower. Even his understanding of temporal rules has been on the right track.

However, his thinking speed became increasingly slow, less than half of what it was at the beginning.

In the dark, silent cage, Gao Yang pondered slowly.

For over 30,000 years, he had never thought about this question, or rather, he was confident enough to survive until the cage collapsed.

But now, reality is so brutal.

Even though Gao Yang still had enough confidence in himself, the slowing down of his thinking speed was something he could not ignore.

"At the rate at which my thinking slows down, it will take at most 50,000 years for my thinking to completely stagnate."

After reaching this conclusion, Gao Yang became somewhat agitated. For over 30,000 years, he had been constantly meditating and comprehending, all in an effort to shield himself from all external influences.

But the most terrifying thing about this cage is not just the darkness and silence, but also the endless time, which can devour him completely without a sound.

Gao Yang forced himself to take a deep breath, and then a flash of sword light severed all the negative emotions in his mind.

Then, his mind began to work, and he continued to study the combat experience of the Tower Master.

As he comprehended the truth, time began to flow again. Gao Yang gradually forgot about time and devoted himself wholeheartedly to understanding the rules of time.

He had a premonition that when he fully comprehended the rules of time, he would be able to break free from this cage.

When 38,000 years had passed, a wisp of fire suddenly appeared in this dark and silent cage.

Immediately afterwards, more and more flames appeared in the dark space.

In the blink of an eye, the darkness before Gao Yang's eyes was completely torn to shreds by the firelight.

The moment his thoughts returned to his body, Gao Yang already knew that a full thirty-eight breaths had passed.

He looked ahead and saw a small flame enveloping a shriveled eyeball, which was burning continuously.

Almost the instant Gao Yang looked at the shriveled eyeball, cracks quickly spread across it, and then with a "pop," the shriveled eyeball burst open under the scorching heat of the fire.

Looking at the ruptured eyeballs, Gao Yang knew that Yuan Guan had completely died and vanished.

With the death of Yuan Guan, his supernatural power was rendered useless.

Suddenly, Gao Yang looked up and gazed into the distance.

In the sky, a figure stood there motionless, his face contorted and his expression complex.

Yuan Ting stood in the sky, staring blankly at Gao Yang, who stood holding a sword. His lips trembled uncontrollably, and his strong body, which was over ten feet tall, also began to tremble slightly.

He witnessed his brother die right before his eyes, but there was nothing he could do.

If he hadn't left, or even if he had turned back a few breaths earlier, perhaps the outcome would have been different.

But now, he could only watch helplessly as his brother was burned to ashes.

Just then, Gao Yang's voice quietly rang in Yuan Ting's ear: "You're also from the Yuanwu clan? You should know that Wu clan warrior from before, right?"

Yuan Wu trembled, a deep-seated hatred burning in his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, he roared, a bone hammer appeared in his hand, and he charged towards Gao Yang without regard for anything else.

(End of this chapter)