592: Chapter 592

Roar!

After that roar exploded, the entire Ancient Tomb completely lost its balance.

The Seal patterns that had barely been maintained before collapsed one after another, and the chains around the Black Abyss vibrated wildly, filling every tomb passage with ear-piercing sounds.

A Nine Lotus Great Sage had just turned around when his body froze in place; before he could even finish screaming, his chest exploded from the middle.

A rain of blood sprayed across the ground.

Another quasi-emperor had just rushed into mid-air when a streak of black light reached out from the Black Abyss.

The black light swept past.

The person was gone.

Not even bone fragments remained.

The Peak Great Emperor from the Yellow Springs Ancient Sect turned pale; he no longer cared about any Yin and Yang Origin Qi and turned to run.

"Retreat!"

"Retreat quickly!"

"Leave this place!"

But now, it wasn't a matter of them being able to leave just because they wanted to.

The tomb passages were collapsing, space was tearing apart, and the Restrictions were in chaos.

Whoever stopped died.

Whoever was slow died.

Whoever looked back died even faster.

They had been the hunters just a moment ago, but now they had all become the prey.

Qin Yun was also fleeing frantically.

The moment the great terror broke free, he had already moved.

Fixed Immortal Travel spread out instantly.

His figure flashed, and he charged straight into a dilapidated tomb passage on the side.

Every step he took landed on a spot where he could survive.

The roaring behind him was continuous.

A section of the tomb passage had just been crushed, and Qin Yun had already vaulted into another side path by using the collapsing stone walls.

An out-of-control ancient corpse lunged from the wall; Qin Yun raised his hand and threw a punch, shattering its skull directly, without slowing his pace in the slightest.

Ahead, a spatial fault was rolling and churning.

He shifted sideways in one step, grazing past the edge of the fault.

The few Cultivators chasing behind him were not so lucky.

One stepped into empty space and was cut in two on the spot by the spatial turbulence.

Another just tried to grab the stone wall, but the ferocity surging from the Black Abyss had already pressed down, forcing him into the ground.

With a boom, the person turned into a puddle of blood and mud.

Qin Yun charged forward all the way, his speed already maxed out.

But very soon, he sensed that something was wrong.

The great terror was not killing indiscriminately.

At first, it was indeed devouring, destroying, and crushing.

But soon, that ferocity began to tighten its focus.

It was no longer obsessed with slaughtering the people fleeing in all directions.

It was staring in one direction.

Staring at him.

Behind Qin Yun, tomb passages collapsed one after another.

Any other Cultivator who was grazed by the shockwaves basically died on the spot.

But even though that great terror could clearly have easily crushed all the remaining people, it was stubbornly fixated on Qin Yun.

Qin Yun's gaze darkened, his mind turning extremely fast.

It wasn't hatred.

He was seeing this thing for the first time; there was no talk of hatred.

Then there was only one explanation left.

Covetousness.

It coveted the things inside his body.

The dual Emperor Body.

The embryonic Chaos Body.

And that wisp of Grandmist power.

Any one of these, if pulled out, was top-tier flesh and blood sustenance.

Let alone all three stacked together.

To this kind of great terror that had been sealed for countless years, he was not some Cultivator at all.

He was a great medicine delivered right to its mouth.

"It has its eyes on me, has it?"

Qin Yun's eyes turned cold, but his feet moved even faster.

But no matter how fast he was, there was always an end.

The tomb passage ahead suddenly ended.

It wasn't a normal dead end.

It was an entire patch of space that had collapsed into darkness.

On the left was a dead wall.

On the right was turbulence.

Above, boulders and Seal fragments were constantly falling.

The road had come to an end.

Qin Yun's figure came to a stop, and he slowly turned around.

The darkness behind him surged.

The great terror had finally caught up.

It did not fully reveal its true form; it was just a massive shadow blocking the end of the tomb passage, with an aura of rot, filth, and madness filling the surroundings, as if even the air were about to rot away.

The ferocity pressed down.

The surrounding space was completely locked tight.

There was no retreat.

He could only face it head-on.

Qin Yun did not hesitate; he raised his hand and unleashed the first sword strike.

"Sever Self."

The sword light swept out, striking directly at the Origin.

The shadow only shuddered.

It did not even retreat.

The second sword strike followed closely.

"Punish Heaven."

The Sword Intent was heavier, tearing open the tomb passage, even briefly cutting through the collapsed space.

But when it landed on that great terror, it only scraped off a layer of black energy.

The third sword strike.

"Unity."

The three swords merged into one; the power was compressed to the extreme, and the entire tomb passage rumbled along with it.

The shadow finally paused for half a beat.

But it was only half a beat.

The next instant, it raised a claw and struck down.

The sword light shattered completely.

Qin Yun let out a muffled groan and was forced back several dozen zhang, his back slamming heavily against the stone wall, causing cracks to explode along the surface.

He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes unchanged.

The three Supreme arts followed and pressed down.

Myriad Things Born spread out.

The remaining vitality on both sides of the tomb passage was forcibly drawn out, turning into vines and ancient trees, layer upon layer, wrapping around that shadow.

The Primordial Chaos Domain unfolded with it, a gray expanse that pressed down on the tomb passage, attempting to slow its movements.

Finally, the Light of the Epoch exploded.

A flash of white light collided head-on with that reaching giant claw.

Boom!

The tomb passage completely exploded.

Countless rocks flew about.

The shadow was forced to stop for an instant.

But that was all.

Myriad Things Born was torn apart.

The Primordial Chaos Domain was pushed open bit by bit.

After the Light of the Epoch fell, the shadow only swayed, and the filthy aura on its body actually became even heavier.

Qin Yun felt a heaviness in his chest.

He was now certain.

This thing was at least at the Heavenly Emperor level.

It might even be infinitely close to the legendary Immortal.

All the methods he had thrown at it could, at most, make it pause for a moment.

It couldn't damage its Origin.

There was no chance of winning by fighting head-on.

Qin Yun took a deep breath, and his mind became even steadier.

Since he couldn't kill it, he could only find a way to survive.

Immortality and Indestructibility was the last thing he could try.

On the surface, he was still urging his Sword Intent and Physique power, as if he were holding on desperately.

In reality, that Origin of Immortality and Indestructibility within his body was already quietly circulating.

He was waiting.

Waiting for a chance to trick the opponent for an instant.

Even if it was only for an instant.

As long as it prepared to devour, as long as it relaxed by half a fraction, he would be able to use a fake death to escape.

The shadow pressed closer and closer.

The ferocity was already pressed against his face.

Qin Yun's eyes darkened slightly, and he was just about to trigger that life-saving trump card.

But at this very moment, the great terror suddenly stopped.

It wasn't someone outside interfering.

Nor was it the Seal striking back.

It had stopped on its own.

That giant claw which had already reached in front of Qin Yun hung in mid-air, not falling any further.

The tomb passage became terrifyingly quiet.

The shadow slowly retracted.

A pair of scarlet eyes opened from within the darkness and truly landed on Qin Yun.

No.

To be more precise.

What it was looking at was not Qin Yun as a person.

It was those things Qin Yun had just unleashed.

The three sword techniques.

The three Supreme arts.

And the ancient ring on Qin Yun's finger.

The aura within the shadow began to fluctuate violently.

It actually gave rise to an irrepressible shock and mania.

It forced its way forward one step, and the entire tomb passage shook.

Those scarlet eyes stared fixedly at Qin Yun, as if searching through some extremely ancient memory.

The next instant, a hoarse, broken, yet intensely emotional voice squeezed out from the darkness.

"Sever Self..."

"Punish Heaven..."

"Unity..."

"Myriad Things Born..."

"Grandmist..."

"Epoch..."

Each time it uttered a name, its aura became more chaotic.

In the end, even that giant claw was trembling.

It suddenly raised its head, staring fixedly at the ancient ring on Qin Yun's hand, its voice suddenly rising, carrying a shrillness that was almost out of control.

"How do you know these Divine Abilities?"

"And, the ring on your hand... where did it come from!"

"Speak!"

"Speak!!"