Two Realms High Martial Arts: Gathering the Heavens to Become a Great Luo Immortal

Chapter 468 Enemy from Space, Sea of ​​Bones

Inside the cave, the river of time seemed to be slightly frozen by an invisible force.

After breaking through to the mid-stage of Martial Saint, Li Xijun did not pause for a moment. The surging aura was quickly contained, and his mind once again sank into the Supreme Profound Realm.

The other two spheres of primal energy floating in front of him seemed to sense the summons, slowly swirling and emitting increasingly clear rhythms of law.

"The end of consciousness, the dissipation of dreams, the extinguishing of desires—the primordial darkness encompasses all of this, stripping it from the turmoil of 'being,' returning it to the tranquility of 'nothingness.'"

Li Xijun's Yang spirit radiated a warm glow, as if it could penetrate all illusions.

His understanding of the original dark laws began to touch upon more subtle and profound end-time scenarios that involved the spiritual and conceptual levels.

Time flew by in deep contemplation. One year, two years—the world outside the cave had experienced several seasons, and Li Xijun's mastery of the original dark laws was steadily and firmly approaching the threshold of the [Late Stage of Martial Saint] that marked a qualitative change.

His aura grew increasingly deep and restrained, and the occasional glimpse of his inner essence caused subtle ripples of "silence" in the void surrounding this hidden cave, as if it were about to return to eternity at any moment.

In the world of Anagard, at its deepest level, deep within the roots of the World Tree.

The figure of Otto, the god-king, shrouded in a faint golden glow, seemed out of place in this desperate and dark environment.

He walked steadily through the root system, which resembled a giant maze, and finally arrived at the cave.

In the center of the cave, Mimir, the Cyclops King, still sat cross-legged with his back to the entrance, as if he had been there since time immemorial.

His aura was as still as an abyss, but Otto could sense that beneath that stillness, there seemed to be a slight tension—a very subtle tension—compared to when they last met.

"Mimir." Otto stopped and spoke in a deep voice, which echoed in the empty cave, "Why did you summon me here so urgently?"

He was somewhat surprised. Ever since this ancient being was frightened by some kind of backlash after failing to glimpse Li Xijun's destiny, it had become like a frightened mole, hiding deep within this place, cutting off almost all active perception and intervention from the outside world, let alone actively contacting him.

The Cyclops King did not answer immediately.

The enormous body twitched slightly, and the half-open vertical eye between its brows was now fully open!

There was no distinction between the whites of the eyes and the pupils; there was only a constantly rotating chaotic vortex that seemed to contain the birth and death of endless galaxies and the intertwining of cause and effect, emanating a heart-palpitating fluctuation of laws.

Is He actively observing the future?

And his expression was one of fear!

Otto's heart sank.

He knew this old neighbor all too well.

Mimir possesses unique talent and late-stage Martial Saint cultivation, and is particularly skilled in the art of causal perception, but his personality is arguably the most cautious and timid in the star field.

What could make Him disregard the lessons of past backlash, forcefully observe the future again, and reveal such a look of terror?

"Mimir!" Otto emphasized, "What did you see?"

Mimir, the Cyclops King, slowly and with extreme stiffness, turned his head.

In that fully open vertical eye, the chaotic vortex rippled violently, reflecting countless fragmented and blurry lights and shadows, but the clearest thing was a kind of boundless dark red that seemed to permeate the soul!

That wasn't sunset, that wasn't firelight, but—blood!

A raging sea of ​​blood, gathering into a vast ocean, spreading across the star field, and devouring countless stars and living beings!

Blood—a sea of ​​blood—a raging torrent—

Mimir's voice was dry and hoarse, like two rocks rubbing against each other, each word carrying a violent tremor in his soul, "He's coming—He's coming—from the depths of the great universe—that true—land of slaughter and destruction—"

Otto's pupils contracted sharply: "Who?"

"It is—a being purely for destruction and reaping—a late-stage Martial Saint—no, its 'quality'—far surpasses that of ordinary late-stage Martial Saints—originates from—the true 'upper echelons'—possesses the aura of a True Immortal!"

"A True Immortal Sect?!" Otto exclaimed, his golden eyes flashing with unprecedented horror.

As the god-king who rules over a medium-sized mythological world, he knows better than anyone what the words "true immortal" mean in the vast universe.

That is a colossal entity that surpasses countless star-domain civilizations, a force that has truly touched the origin of the Great Dao and is qualified to explore the "other shore"!

The cultivation techniques and inheritances practiced by their disciples are worlds apart from those of these "native" martial saints who have explored on their own and whose inheritances are incomplete. At the same level, their combat power may be vastly different!

In their star field, the only publicly known late-stage Martial Saint is Mimir, who almost never shows himself due to his cowardice.

But even Mimir, how could he be compared to a legitimate successor from a true immortal sect?

Knowing the other party's nature perfectly, the God-King focused his attention and saw that the Cyclops King's figure began to become illusory, and ripples containing the power of laws spread out from beneath him—a sign that he was preparing to flee!

"I saw it—that aura—that path of slaughter—it shares the same origin as the power that destroyed the Pantheon! That is the mark of the 'Blood Sea True Immortal' lineage!"

Pantheon World!

Blood Sea True Immortal!

Otto was struck dumb.

That was a mythical world even more ancient and powerful than the world of Anagard. Legend has it that in an extremely distant era, it was completely destroyed by a true immortal with the title "Blood Sea" using supreme divine power. All living beings were wiped out, and the world's origin was drained, turning it into a famous dead star field in the universe!

If the one who comes is truly a descendant of that lineage—

"I'm leaving—leaving this star field that's about to be submerged in a sea of ​​blood—"

Mimir no longer looked at Otto; his will was unwavering, fear overwhelming him. "God-King—you'd better watch yourself!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the massive body of Mimir, the Cyclops King, was completely swallowed up by the gray ripples.

He forcibly activated the laws of space and causality that he had comprehended, and after hundreds of years, he took the initiative to step out of the world of Anagard for the first time. In a flash, he disappeared into the endless deep space of the universe, leaving only an empty cave and the God King Otto standing there, his golden face drained of color.

On the other side, at the edge of the star field, lies the place where wormholes are guarded.

This is one of the "boundaries" of the known star system.

Coldness, darkness, and emptiness are the eternal themes, with only the sparse stars in the distance providing a faint light source.

However, in this seemingly forgotten corner of the universe, there exist seven enormous vortexes that constantly twist and rotate, emitting a ghostly blue glow—space-time wormholes connecting to distant, unknown star systems.

The Federation of Humans attaches great importance to this place because its territory is close to it, and a Martial Saint has been stationed at the outer layer of the wormhole for a long time to guard against potential threats from outside the star system.

At this moment, outside this wormhole, a "land" composed entirely of pure earth-elemental spiritual energy floats silently in the void.

This "land" is no more than a hundred miles in diameter, yet it exudes an aura of laws that is more solid and stable than that of a real planet.

There are no mountains or rivers on it, only the purest, ever-flowing essence of the earth and Dao patterns.

At the heart of this "land," on a simple altar made entirely of some strange, dark golden soil, a figure sat majestically, like an ancient mountain.

He was tall and robust, with a light golden complexion, a resolute face as if carved by a knife and axe, and short hair that stood up like steel needles.

He wore a set of dark yellow armor that looked simple and unadorned, yet subtly resonated with the "land" beneath his feet. The armor was covered with naturally formed patterns that resembled the veins of a mountain range.

He is none other than Gaiaros, one of the Seven Saints of the Federation, renowned for his defense and strength, who has guarded this wormhole for nearly a hundred years!

Gaiaros was not his original name. It was a title given to him by people during the Great Cataclysm, derived from an ancient myth about the earth god, symbolizing unparalleled power of bearing and protecting.

He comprehended the [Law of Earth], one of the fundamental laws of the universe, and deduced it to the peak of the early stage of Martial Saint, only one step away from the middle stage.

He was particularly skilled in defense; his condensed "Earth Domain" and "Immortal Rock Body" were said to be difficult to break even by the incomparably fierce war radiance of the god-king Otto.

That is why the Federation entrusted him with the important task of guarding the star system gateway.

At this moment, Gaiaros, as always, connected his mind with the "floating land core" beneath his feet, which was constructed by his own laws and the energy of the fortress. He silently comprehended the thin yet omnipresent meaning of "weight," "bearing," and "returning to the source" in the void of the universe, accumulating the foundation for breaking through to the mid-stage of Martial Saint.

However, the void today seems somewhat different from the past.

A wave of energy, which suddenly tightened Gaiaros's spiritual senses, honed by the laws of the earth, was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, faintly transmitted through the distance and the interference of the wormhole.

His tightly closed eyes suddenly snapped open!

His gaze was like lightning, piercing through the void, locking onto the distance.

At first, there was only a barely perceptible stream of light flickering at the edge of the wormhole's distorted field of vision.

Immediately afterwards, the stream of light rapidly magnified and became clear. It was not a meteorite or energy turbulence commonly found in the universe, but a ship!

A flying ship whose entire body is constructed from some kind of pale, enormous, strange skeleton that seems to have been polished by countless ages!

The bone boat has a grotesque shape, resembling the remains of some kind of cosmic beast that has been forged into a magical artifact. The bow is a huge, grotesque skull with eerie green soul fire burning in its eye sockets. Countless pale bone spurs, like ribs, extend from both sides of the hull. At the ends of the bone spurs hang some blurry, seemingly still struggling phantoms, emanating a grotesque wailing and curse aura that makes one's soul uncomfortable.

The bone boat soared through the air, and wherever it passed, space itself decayed and collapsed, forming a pale path riddled with tiny spatial cracks.

The trajectory is like the furrows that death itself has plowed through the starry sky!

What shocked Gaiaros even more was that on the skull at the bow of that grotesque bone ship, a figure stood with his hands behind his back.

The figure was shrouded in a wide cloak that seemed to be woven from countless tiny gray-white bone fragments, obscuring the face. Only two points of blood-red, cold, and merciless light could be seen beneath the hood.

He didn't exude any overbearing aura, but his very existence made the cosmic background of that area seem to decay.

As the bone boat continued to approach the wormhole exit, Gaiaros's Martial Saint Spiritual Sense finally clearly detected the opponent's undisguised, abyss-like, vast and terrifying cultivation fluctuations at the late Martial Saint stage!

Moreover, it was a far more profound and refined pressure than the pressure he had felt from God King Otto, Flame Saint, and others, a pressure that carried a pure killing and death intent of Xi Jinping's "Dao"!

"Bones—Death—" Gaiaros's throat went dry, and alarm bells rang wildly in his mind.

The newcomer was no benevolent being; his ferocity and clear purpose far surpassed any previous visitor from another realm or a void monster!

Just then, seemingly sensing Gaiaros's watchful gaze, the figure draped in a bone cloak at the bow of the bone boat slightly turned his head.

The two crimson lights beneath the hood seemed to transcend spatial distance, directly "looking" at Gaiaros.

"Buzz!!!"

Gaiaros felt his soul sink suddenly!

It was not a physical attack, but a crushing "glimpse" at the level of pure will and realm.

In his perception and "before his eyes", the scene suddenly changed drastically!

The stable "floating land core" beneath their feet, the silver fortress behind them, the distant stars—all the real-world scenes blurred and disappeared as quickly as a faded oil painting.

Instead, there is a boundless sea of ​​bones, filled with stars!

Countless pale bones of various shapes and sizes piled up into mountains, stretching as far as the eye could see.

In the sea of ​​bones, there are the remnants of stars, the spines of giant beasts, and countless tiny skeletons that can be vaguely identified as humanoid!

The eerie green soul flames, like ghostly phosphorescence, drifted silently through this land of death, their background whispers a confluence of the silent wails of countless dying beings, freezing the very soul.

The extreme silence and the path of slaughter, like an invisible tide, instantly overwhelmed Gaiaros's mind!

His proud, immortal will, shining as brightly as the earth, is present in this otherworldly realm of "White Bone Galaxy," a symbol of ultimate death.

Before, it was like a lone boat in a storm, violently shaking and on the verge of collapse!

An overwhelming sense of fear and insignificance, stemming from his very life instincts, gripped his heart tightly!

This is definitely not an illusion!

This is the direct influence and shock to the souls of those at lower levels that comes from the opponent's will after they have cultivated the Way of Death and Slaughter to an extremely high level!

"Hah—" Gaiaros groaned, his pale golden face instantly losing all color, the heavy earthy yellow spiritual light around him fluctuating violently, and even the "floating land core" under his feet made a slight "crack" sound as it could not bear the weight.

He gritted his teeth and frantically activated the [Law of Earth], connecting the "weight" and "bearing" meaning of the fortress beneath his feet with the distant star field, barely managing to stabilize his mind and break free from the terrifying illusion of white bones, but his back was already soaked in cold sweat.

Just one glance!

A casual glance through the wormhole, across a vast distance, almost caused this early-stage peak Martial Saint, known for his defense and unwavering will, to lose his composure!

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