Lack of talent? I'll buy a year's worth of cultivation for one dollar!

Five fingers, clenched into a fist.

The pure physical mass of the peak of the Other Shore Realm was condensed on the fist.

then.

Across a hundred feet of empty space.

He threw a punch.

Boom!

The "Nine Netherworld Yellow Springs Bone-Melting Array," which the Corpse Lord of the Underworld was so proud of, didn't even have a chance to be activated.

The array patterns, buried deep underground and constructed from the bones of billions of ferocious beasts, came into contact with the force of the fist the moment they touched the ground.

Direct vaporization.

Not even a speck of ash remained.

The incomplete and desolate artifact in his hand, the [Burial Heaven Netherworld Bell], had just begun to appear as a faint shadow.

They attempted to use the very essence of the desolate weapon to withstand this inevitable blow.

when--!

A bell rang out, its sound utterly mournful.

This ancient bronze bell, which once suppressed countless powerful beings, is no match for the physical mass of the Other Shore Realm.

It only lasted for one-thousandth of a breath.

The surface of the bell was instantly covered with cracks resembling a spider web.

Followed by.

It exploded with a bang!

It turned into a sky full of lifeless patina, and was completely crushed into nothingness by the force of the punch.

Even a primitive weapon couldn't withstand a single punch.

Let alone the physical body?

The force of the punch landed on the Netherworld Corpse Lord.

"No--!"

This is the last sound left in this world by the Corpse Lord of the Underworld.

next interest.

This arrogant giant of the Heavenly Sorrow Corpse Sect, who had spent three million years at the peak of the Limitless Realm.

Along with the origin of death and the mark of the true spirit within his body.

That punch reduced him to nothingness.

Not even a trace of bone was left.

Sold out instantly.

The outer edge of the abyss.

The army of the Dark Gold Suanni clan stared blankly ahead.

The blood-red miasma that lingered year-round suddenly vanished.

Instead.

It was an overwhelming pressure that threatened to shatter their very souls.

the other side.

Jin Zhan's mouth dropped open.

He gazed into the depths of the abyss at the black-robed figure still in a punching stance.

In my mind, my earlier thought, "Maybe they are a powerful being from another shore," echoed.

A prophecy.

It really is the other shore!

This is fucking ridiculous!

Jin Zhan trembled all over, a tremor of extreme excitement mixed with awe.

Tens of thousands of miles away.

Deep in the clouds.

Xuan Ku's sinister face, which had been preparing to watch the show, froze completely.

He felt the oppressive aura emanating from the other side of space.

My legs suddenly went weak.

A dignified inner sect elder at the peak of the Primordial Chaos realm almost fell from the clouds.

The Other Shore!

That Abyss Dragon Clan member is actually a giant in the Other Shore Realm!

Xuan Ku felt as if his heart was about to stop beating.

The blood completely coagulated in the blood vessels.

He must be insane to scheme against a peerless prodigy who has an elder from the Other Shore Realm protecting him!

In the Hongmeng Realm, what does the Other Shore Realm mean?

This means the other party only needs to say one sentence.

The sect leader of the Beginning Demon Sect, Mo Tianjue, would not hesitate to twist off Xuan Ku's head and send it over as an apology!

Even the sect couldn't protect him!

run!

Xuan Ku did not hesitate at all.

He pulled out an extremely precious top-grade escape talisman from the deepest part of his storage bag.

Crush it in one go.

His figure transformed into a streak of light, fleeing towards the direction of the Primordial Demon Sect.

Bloodshed in the abyss.

White bone altar.

Su Yu slowly withdrew his right fist.

The violent physical mass within the body rapidly decreased.

The true form of the Great Wilderness Witch God has been deactivated.

Returned to the initial stage of the Limitless Realm.

He exhaled a breath of stale air smoothly.

Although it was only one strike.

But that power that transcends dimensions still left him feeling empty.

but.

Looking at the empty altar in front of him.

A hint of satisfaction flashed in Su Yu's deep eyes.

good results.

He took a step.

Walk to the center of the altar.

The ancient true spirit blood spring, which spans a hundred feet in diameter, is flowing quietly at this moment.

The suppression of the Underworld Corpse Lord has been lost.

The true spiritual energy contained within the Blood Spring was completely released.

Indistinctly.

A dark red phantom of an ancient spirit can be seen swirling and roaring deep within the blood spring.

It exudes an alluring aroma that makes one's blood boil.

He simply stood by the spring and took a deep breath.

Su Yu felt that the dormant Abyss Dragon bloodline within him began to emit an instinctive desire.

"nice one."

Su Yu extended his right hand.

At his fingertips, a wisp of spatial law at the peak of the Primordial Realm swirled.

"receive."

There were no unnecessary movements.

The power of the Space God Kingdom, like an invisible dimensional net, instantly enveloped the entire hundred-foot-long blood spring.

hum.

Under the power of the laws of space.

The enormous fountain of blood began to shrink at a visible rate.

Hundred feet.

Ten zhang (approximately 33 meters).

One zhang (approximately 3.3 meters).

finally.

It transformed into a dark red blood droplet, only the size of a fist, crystal clear throughout.

Inside the blood droplet, the phantom of the true dragon was still moving, radiating pure bloodline fluctuations that made one's true spirit tremble.

Su Yu remained calm.

He flipped his hand and took out a specially made mutton-fat jade bottle, putting the drop of true spirit blood into it.

Seal it.

Put it into the storage bag.

After doing all this, Su Yu turned around.

His gaze turned toward the outer edge of the abyss.

at this time.

The blood-red miasma has completely dissipated.

The army of the Dark Gold Suanni clan remained stationed tens of thousands of miles away. Without orders, none of them dared to step into this once forbidden land.

Only the clan leader Jin Zhan, along with the second elder Jin Ting and a few other core members, were present.

Stepping through the void, they cautiously flew towards the bone altar.

along the way.

Jin Zhan and the others were breathing heavily, almost to the point of exhaustion.

They looked down at the Nine Netherworld Bone-Melting Array, which had been completely flattened, and at the place where the Netherworld Corpse Lord had fallen, leaving not even a trace of bone.

The shock I felt was like a raging storm.

The other shore, the peak.

This is the power of reaching the pinnacle of the other shore.

Even a giant at the peak of the Wuji realm is as fragile as a sheet of paper in the face of such power.

soon.

Jin Zhan and the others landed at the edge of the altar.

boom.

Without the slightest hesitation.

The group of people knelt down on one knee in unison, burying their heads deeply.

"Senior, Kamui!"

Jin Zhan's voice conveyed a sense of awe and restraint that came from the depths of his soul.

He raised his hands high.

In his palm were several storage bags that exuded a chilling aura.

These were the spoils he had painstakingly collected in the ruins of the abyss.

The highest-grade purplish-black storage bag was none other than the relic of the Underworld Corpse Lord.

Although the Corpse Lord of the Underworld was reduced to nothingness by a single punch.

But at the moment Su Yu threw the punch, he deliberately used the laws of space to protect the storage bag at his opponent's waist.

Murder and robbery.

This is basic literacy.

Otherwise, one punch and you'd lose all your money, and the fight would have been for nothing.

Su Yu remained silent.

He reached out and snatched the storage bag from Jin Zhan's hand into his palm.

Divine sense probed in.

The remaining marks of death on it were forcibly erased.

inventory.

next interest.

A barely perceptible glint flashed in Su Yu's deep, dark golden vertical pupils, which were as still as a deep well.

huge sum of money.

A truly enormous sum of money.

Inside the purplish-black storage bag of the Underworld Corpse Lord, Primordial Origin Stones were piled up like mountains.

A quick glance.

There are a full fifty million of them!

This is not finished.

The Heavenly Corpse Sect has operated in this Blood Burial Abyss for countless eras; this is their core stronghold.

The other storage bags clearly contained strategic reserves from the Abyss Treasury.

In total, there are another 30 million Primordial Origin Stones!

Eighty million.

The cash alone amounted to 80 million coins.

This does not include the mountains of top-grade Dao artifacts, ancient corpses, cold and yin spiritual materials, and various rare pills piled up in the storage bag.