Overdraw the future and become a peerless martial god

Chapter 110 The Abyss Reawakens, the Beginning of Eternal Calamity

The frost and snow had not yet melted, and the bloodstains were still fresh.

The Qingyun Arena was in ruins, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. On the frost, Chu Ning lay silently, like a statue consumed by fire and lightning, utterly still and silent.

Everyone held their breath and watched intently, waiting for the wind and snow to bury everything.

But in this deathly stillness, like a tomb.

“Click, click, click…”

A chilling voice quietly emanated from deep within Chu Ning's chest.

It didn't look like a fracture; it was more like some forbidden creature that had been dormant for many years was slowly turning over and awakening.

Where blood was flowing from his chest, a strange curse mark gradually emerged. The curse mark was intertwined with black and red, winding and coiling like blood vessels, and even wriggling on his skin, like an open demonic eye.

His pupils were a deep red, and they were slowly opening.

The sunlight shone on that "eye," but it was swallowed up, leaving no reflection.

On the high platform, Prince Duan frowned and whispered, "...What was that sound?"

At the same time, in the center of the arena, Chu Ning's body suddenly trembled slightly.

The next moment.

"Boom."

A bolt of blood lightning suddenly exploded in his chest, and the curse seal transformed into thousands of demonic patterns, spreading rapidly to his limbs and bones like a spider web.

Chu Ning's previously dormant body convulsed violently, as if thunder and abyss were tearing through his body.

Flesh and blood tore apart, bones vibrated, and an aura that did not belong to Chu Ning was surging wildly out of his body.

Cold and dark, it devoured everything.

"What is that?" The sect elder watching the battle stood up in alarm.

"His aura... no! That's not lightning... that's... the aura of an evil spirit!"

This exclamation was like a thunderbolt, unleashing a massive wave of panic.

"Kakakaka——"

Chu Ning's arm underwent a complete bone reconstruction, with his five fingers spreading out like sharp claws, and his flesh cracking and regenerating like snake scales.

His black robe billowed without wind, and as his blood surged, wisps of dark mist, like vines, sprouted from beneath his feet, twisting, wandering, and coiling, spreading across the arena as rapidly as a plague.

In an instant, the entire arena collapsed.

"boom!"

The bluestone shattered, the runes disintegrated, and cracks spread out like a spider web. From the depths of the cracks, thick, ink-black mist surged out. This was not ordinary miasma, but "ghost blood miasma" condensed after being refined from thousands of souls and spirits.

Within the miasma, countless blurry faces could be vaguely seen writhing, uttering heart-wrenching whispers and cries:
"Help me...help me...I don't want to die...don't go near him...don't go near him..."

Blood mist swirled around Chu Ning's body, as if countless spirits were demanding his return, their mournful cries echoing around him like a sacrificial ritual summoned from the depths of hell.

Deep within the black mist, a nearly shattered will still struggles.

Chu Ning's soul was forcibly refined by Tun Yuan and was on the verge of dissipation, but at the last moment it erupted with a piercing resistance.

A tiny ray of lightning flashed from the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness.

Like a spark that ignites a prairie fire.

That was Chu Ning's last obsession; his remnant soul condensed into a lightning blade, drawing a blazing silver arc in the blood mist.

"My fate...is not for you to decide!"

He roared like thunder, his remnant soul transforming into a blade, and slashed fiercely down at the core of the Devouring Abyss.

"Oh!"

A muffled boom exploded in the black mist as the lightning blade pierced the Soul Core of Devouring Abyss, instantly shattering a wisp of dark blue soul thread.

Tun Yuan let out a muffled groan, his demonic consciousness trembling slightly, yet he still firmly suppressed this weak struggle.

He snorted coldly: "You really did leave a breath, Chu Ning. Your will is strong enough... but it's nothing more than a final groan."

Although the lightning blade was destroyed, the counterattack of this will left an unhealable soul scar in his soul.

It is precisely this soul mark that makes the fusion after Devouring Abyss's possession of the body incomplete.

At that moment, he slowly stood up in the center of the black mist.

But that was no longer Chu Ning.

He looked down and stared at his palm.

Those hands still had a human form, but the knuckles of the five fingers were twisted and grotesque, like demonic claws. A deep vertical pupil appeared in the palm, like the eye of ten thousand ghosts. As it slowly turned, it swallowed and spat out wisps of grayish-white soul threads, as if it was constantly absorbing the remnants of the souls around it.

His face still retained Chu Ning's contours, but those familiar features crumbled and collapsed with every breath.

Blood streaks spread from the corners of his eyes, mouth, and forehead, covering his entire face like cracks in shattered ceramic. The lightning patterns on his Thunderous Body crumbled inch by inch, as if being melted and devoured.

Starting from his heart, the black and red demonic runes, like molten iron, slowly spread to his limbs and bones, as if boiling beneath his skin.

This body is no longer Chu Ning, nor Tun Yuan.

It is a chaotic abomination somewhere between a human and a demon, a false god's body forcibly stitched together from the Blood Calamity and the Thunder Prison.

"Thunder Blade Master?"

His voice rang out, sounding less like human speech and more like the lament of a thousand wronged souls.

"Heh...hehehe..."

"It's just a dream that this body once had."

He slowly raised his head, his pupils undergoing a complete transformation, turning black and white, then blood and red, with vortexes swirling in his eyes, causing even space to collapse and light to seem to be swallowed up.

"I'm finally... alive again."

"boom."

Clap it with one palm.

The world lost its color, and the center of the arena suddenly collapsed into a black hole, the "Netherworld Thunder Locking Array" instantly shattering. The runes of the thunder array collapsed into dust, the base of the array around the arena exploded, and the dozens of feet of spectator stone steps were instantly crushed into ashes by the palm wind.

On the high platform, several sect leaders were terrified and retreated rapidly through the air.

“This is no ordinary evil spirit…this is the aura of a lord of evil spirits.”

"Reverse the flow of life and soul! That's... Devouring Abyss?"

Just as everyone was about to flee, Tun Yuan slowly raised his hand and spread his five fingers.

"Walk?"

He grinned sinisterly, his eyes gleaming with a bloodthirsty light.

"Not one of them will be allowed to leave."

In the next instant, a blood-red compass materialized in his palm, intertwined with blood fire and soul energy, and ancient incantations were engraved on it.

"Whoosh!" The compass was thrown into the sky, and wherever it passed, the space cracked like a mirror, actually backfiring on the souls of several powerful figures from the fleeing sects.

They had only fled ten feet when they all coughed up blood. Behind them, their shattered soul shadows appeared, forcibly pulled out by an unseen force.

"Ahhh! No—"

"help me!"

As the compass spun, the blood-red shadows transformed into lotuses, and one after another, crimson lotuses exploded in the air. Each one was a living soul being refined into the wick of a karmic fire, burning the soul without ceasing.

Those from sects, families, and powerful figures around the arena were all horrified.

They pride themselves on being noble, at the pinnacle of martial arts, yet now, within the body of a boy who "should have fallen long ago," they witness an abyss they've never seen before.

Tun Yuan stood with his back to the thunderclouds, his robes billowing like ink waves.

He watched the people scatter and flee like ants, and casually uttered a sentence:

Embrace fear—

His right hand slowly emerged.

Like a giant hand piercing through the boundary, it rose from the arena, transforming into a hundred-foot-long blood shadow that blotted out the sky and covered the entire Qingyun Arena.

"The soul is the candle, and the blood is the fuel."

"Gentlemen, let the lamps be lit now."

The blood-red hand clenched suddenly.

"boom."

In an instant, the low-level martial artists around the arena were pulled by an invisible force, their bodies jolted violently, as if their souls were forcibly torn away.

"Do not--"

Dozens of people bled from their seven orifices, their pupils rolled back, and their bodies collapsed to the ground like withered branches, their remnants of souls struggling pitifully in the air. In the end, they turned into streaks of blood and were "absorbed" by the dark eye in the palm of the Devouring Abyss.

"It hurts...so much...help...me..."

"Don't...don't..."

At this moment, Qingyun Arena has become a living hell.

Even some low-ranking seventh-grade martial artists turned pale and their dantian trembled, as if some kind of "soul suppression" was forcibly dismantling their protective true qi.

On the high platform, Elder Guihong of Wangjian Mountain finally made his move.

He wore a green robe, had white hair but a youthful face, held an ancient wooden sword, and his eyes were as cold and sharp as frost.
“This child is no longer human. If you all stand idly by, you will only harm yourselves.”

"The Sword-Gazing Sect does not stand on the sidelines."

The sword flashed like a rainbow, its blue light crisscrossing.

He took a step into the air, and his sword energy transformed into a hundred-foot waterfall that slashed down.

"The Way can prove one's heart; the sword can slay demons!"

Tun Yuan looked at the sword light with the same expression he had when looking at a struggling moth.

"kendo?"

"Do you think anyone in this world can prove anything about 'the Way' before me, 'Swallowing the Abyss'?"

With a flick of his finger, a wave of blood surged through the void, completely engulfing the sword light.

Guihong Daoist's eyes were cold, and his sideburns were flowing.

He stood on the void, his sword energy around him solidified into a tangible form, and his gaze was as clear and sharp as frost and snow as he stared directly at Tun Yuan.

"I have cultivated the sword for sixty years, single-mindedly seeking the Dao, not for the court, not for the sect, but only to sever all evil in the world."

“You, who slaughter lives and steal souls and trample on cause and effect, are the first to be struck by my sword.”

Before he finished speaking, his robes fluttered, his sleeves shook, and the sword case behind him suddenly opened.

"Om-"

The sword's cry sounded like a dragon's roar.

Eight flying swords shot out from the sky, circling around him like stars surrounding the moon.

"Normalization."

He shouted sharply, his hands forming a seal, and the eight swords resonated simultaneously, their sword light intertwining into an array, converging at the center of the heavens.

"All swords unite into one, and the sword vanquishes evil spirits."

At that moment, the sword's light pierced the sun like a rainbow, even breaking through the thunderclouds.

The red lotus faded, golden lightning shattered the sky, and the gods seemed to descend as if summoned, bestowing blessings upon him.

With a single sword strike, the heavens and earth trembled; the sword's aura pressed down, like a judgment of guilt.

Tun Yuan slowly raised his head, the vortex deep within his blood-red eyes swirling gently. His tone still carried the languor of someone just awakened and a hint of amusement.

"A fine sword."

"Your path is far superior to that of those ants."

"pity……"

"You're wrong to think we're still in the same 'world'."

Tun Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly and finally took the first step.

He didn't use his true energy; he merely raised his hand.

"Click."

He slightly bent his fingertips, and a strange distortion appeared in the void.

Guihong Daoist's sword strike was like piercing a swamp. Although it was unstoppable, it suddenly got stuck in some kind of twisted "stickiness", and the sword tip was blocked inch by inch.

"It's... spatial suppression? Fourth rank?" Guihong Daoist's mind was shaken.

Tun Yuan sneered and thrust out a palm.

The blood surged wildly, like a tidal wave crashing in the ocean, carrying countless ghostly figures, blood streaks, and death intent, meeting the sword light head-on.

"boom--"

The sword light pierced through the blood waves, but the ghostly shadows were like layers of blood scales, impossible to cut off completely or sever completely.

A bead of cold sweat broke out between Guihong Daoren's brows.

He slashed horizontally with his sword, thunder and lightning flashing, trying to clear away the surrounding blood shadows.

But at that moment, Tun Yuan suddenly appeared behind him.

"What a sharp sword... but unfortunately, you are too slow."

(End of this chapter)