96: My Godly Father (Twenty-Seven)

That finger beam, condensed with the might of a Heavenly God and the power of a secret treasure, had already been pointed out.

A destructive Aura tightly locked onto the immobile Quan Yun.

In Quan Yun's pupils, that beam of light, sufficient to annihilate all things, was rapidly magnifying.

The Aura of death was so clear.

"No!"

The Cripple's eyes were splitting with rage, but he was currently firmly suppressed by the secret treasure.

He could only watch helplessly, an endless sense of powerlessness surging in his heart.

Just at this critical moment.

Deep within Quan Yun's Sea of Consciousness, that ancient little tower, which he had always ignored and had been silent for years, suddenly trembled slightly.

Hum—

A supreme Aura, ancient and vast, seemingly spanning across the eternal primordial flood, quietly awakened.

In the next instant, a seemingly insignificant wisp of Xuanhuang Qi flowed out from the little tower, instantly spreading throughout Quan Yun's entire body.

Yao Jinghong's sure-kill finger, containing the Law of the Heavenly God, collided with what felt like an invisible, intangible, yet eternally immortal dam when it touched the space three feet in front of Quan Yun.

That terrifying beam of light dissolved and disintegrated inch by inch, without a sound.

In front of the mountain gate of the entire Yaoguang Blessed Land, there was dead silence.

All the watching Disciples and Elders stared blankly at this scene, their minds blank.

The composure on Yao Jinghong's face, the look of having victory in his grasp, completely stiffened.

It turned into extreme shock and undisguised, deep horror.

How is this possible!

His full-force strike in the Heavenly God Realm, reinforced by the power of that secret treasure, had actually... just vanished like this?

It didn't even cause the slightest ripple?

Yao Jinghong's mind was in Chaos, countless thoughts flashing through.

No!

This is absolutely not the youth's own power!

His gaze fixed tightly on Quan Yun, the horror in his eyes rapidly replaced by a more fervent, more greedy expression.

He thought of a possibility!

A possibility that made even him tremble with excitement!

"It's it!"

"It's that Sword Scripture!"

Yao Jinghong's voice became somewhat sharp due to excitement. He stared fixedly at Quan Yun, as if looking at a peerless treasure.

"I understand! I understand everything!"

"Hahahaha! So that's how it is!"

He laughed crazily.

"A Mortal Body perceiving momentum, cutting off the Battle Intent of a Spirit King with a Divine Body—this is simply not something a Spirit Transformation Realm cultivator can do! This is not something Li Fentian could have taught either!"

"It's the Sword Scripture! It's the Sword Scripture in your body protecting its master on its own!"

"Good! Good! This is the power a legendary supreme scripture should have! It doesn't even need to be Cultivated; just carrying it on one's body can dissolve a Heavenly God's strike!"

The greed in his eyes had become so thick it could not be dissolved.

The other few Grand Elders of Yaoguang Blessed Land were immediately awakened by Yao Jinghong's words after their brief shock.

Right!

It must be the Sword Scripture!

Besides that legendary supreme Sword Scripture, what else could make a Mortal Body youth become such a Prodigy?

"Kill him!"

"Must kill him! Seize the Sword Scripture!"

A Grand Elder shouted sternly, his voice full of urgency and greed.

If such a Heaven-Defying treasure were obtained by their Yaoguang Blessed Land, why worry about not being able to dominate the entire Tiangeng Continent!

"This boy must not be left alive! The Sword Scripture must be obtained!"

The Killing Intent in Yao Jinghong's eyes was unprecedentedly intense.

...

Just at the moment the little tower's Aura leaked out.

On the other end of the distant Tiangeng Continent, above the Shengling Blessed Land which had just turned into ruins.

The middle-aged man, covered in blood and possessing a terrifying Aura, had just punched the head of the Shengling Blessed Land Sect Master into a mist of blood.

He was preparing to set off to the next Sect that had participated in the siege years ago to continue his revenge.

Suddenly, his movements paused abruptly.

Quan Batian looked up suddenly, his cold eyes, bloodshot and unchanged for ten thousand years, looking towards the direction of Yaoguang Blessed Land.

The cold indifference and crazy Killing Intent on his face faded away completely at this moment.

Instead, it was an indescribable excitement that made his entire burly body tremble uncontrollably.

He felt it.

He felt it!

That Aura!

That power fluctuation that had haunted his dreams and that he had searched for over a dozen years!

He was all too familiar with this Aura; it was the supreme treasure he had brought out from that forbidden area after a narrow escape from death, and even more, it was the entrustment he had personally implanted into his own child's body to sustain his life, carrying all his hope!

"Tower..."

The middle-aged man's body trembled violently, his lips quivering, as he muttered in a voice only he could hear.

"It's the Aura of that tower!"

"Yun'er..."

The next moment, he no longer cared about settling scores with the remnants of Shengling Blessed Land.

Boom!

The space beneath Quan Batian's feet exploded violently, and his figure turned into a blood-colored stream of light tearing through the firmament, rushing towards the source of that Aura.

...

Meanwhile, in the Eastern Region, deep within an unspeakable forbidden area.

Here, Chaos was pervasive, time and space were chaotic, and even light could not penetrate.

In the center of eternal silence and darkness, a blurred figure that had sat cross-legged for who knows how many ten thousand years slowly opened its tightly closed eyes by a sliver.

What kind of eyes were those?

Just opening a crack seemed to have the scene of the birth and destruction of the Universe and the Reincarnation of ten thousand Daos circulating within them.

The surrounding Chaos Qi churned endlessly because of this simple movement.

"Hmm?"

An ancient, grand, emotionless thought echoed in the darkness.

"This Aura... is that the tower?"

"Impossible... It has long since disappeared into the long river of time; how could it appear in this realm again?"

This terrifying, boundless existence sensed carefully.

But the Aura leaking from the little tower was extremely weak to begin with, and it was just a flash, quickly dissipating completely, unable to be captured again.

"Is it an illusion..."

The thought sounded again, carrying a bit of uncertain doubt.

After a long time.

He seemed to attribute this to an illusion caused by sleeping for too long.

Those eyes that had slowly opened closed slowly once more.

The entire forbidden area returned to eternal, unchanging silence.

...

Yaoguang Blessed Land.

The little tower's Aura flashed and vanished, as if it had never appeared.

That dao rhyme capable of dissolving everything also disappeared along with it.

Yao Jinghong came back to his senses from his greedy frenzy; he no longer hesitated.

There were too many secrets on this youth; a long night brings many dreams!

"Attack together! Kill him! At any cost!"

He roared, his Heavenly God Realm Domain fully expanding, and he condensed a light sword in his hand again.

This time, the light sword was not only wrapped in the cyan suppression power of the secret treasure but also burning with his Origin Divine Power as a Heavenly God.

He wanted to use his strongest power to completely obliterate Quan Yun in the shortest time, never giving him any chance!

The Cripple looked at Yao Jinghong, who was raising his killing move again, and looked at the several Grand Elders beside him who were also full of Killing Intent, a look of determination appearing on his face.

He knew he could no longer block it.

He was already seriously injured, and the opponent even had a Heavenly God and a secret treasure.

But he could not retreat.

Behind him was Quan Yun.

It was the hope that had allowed him to break through his mental barriers, regain his Sword Dao, and even break through in the face of battle.

"Want to kill him..."

The Cripple leaned on his broken sword, swayed, and stood up again, once more blocking in front of Quan Yun.

The Divine Soul and essential blood within his body began to burn.

"Step over my corpse first!"

"Stubborn."

Yao Jinghong snorted coldly, unmoved in the slightest.

He raised the light sword in his hand high, aiming at Quan Yun, who was being protected behind The Cripple with his life.

He wanted to completely wipe out both of them together!

Just at the moment he was about to swing it down.

"Crack—snap—"

A crisp sound, like shattered glass, abruptly resounded in everyone's ears.

Yao Jinghong's Domain, which was sufficient to seal the heavens and earth, split open a hideous tear without warning.

Following that.

A burly figure, bathed in a towering Evil Qi that seemed capable of dyeing the firmament red, stepped out from the shattered spatial crack just like that.

Those eyes, filled with violence, locked onto the youth protected behind The Cripple the moment he appeared, bypassing everyone.

When he saw the youth's face, the violence and Evil Qi in his eyes turned into tenderness and cherishing.