amaotonovel Chapter 983 Inviting Uncle to His Death
Chapter 983 Inviting Uncle to His Death
Upon hearing this, Hei Xuan Zhenxian's expression changed drastically. The shrill wail was like a poisoned ice needle, piercing deep into his soul. He had no time to think. The terrifying power of a fifth-grade Zhenxian surged out like a tsunami, transforming into three chaotic light bands that shot out like serpents, enveloping the remaining souls of the three great Zhenxians, including Hei Yuan Laozu. Within them was a vast purifying power, like a fine fishing net, attempting to peel away the strange rules that clung to the soul like maggots.
“Squeak…”
The power of rules collided with the chaotic light band, producing a piercing sound like a red-hot iron being plunged into ice water. The black mist continued to rise, emitting a pungent, burnt smell, yet it was incredibly resilient, as if it possessed life itself—for every bit peeled away, it would regenerate an inch, clinging tightly to the soul and refusing to leave.
Black Profound Immortal frowned, veins bulging on his forehead. He simultaneously removed the power of rules from the souls of the three people, but the dispersed power of the immortals could not keep up with the speed at which their souls were annihilated.
"We must distinguish between the order of priority."
If he continues to exert his strength in such an even manner, the final result will only be that all three of them will perish before he completely removes the power of the rules, leaving no possibility of reincarnation.
The next second...
Black Profound Immortal turned around abruptly, his gaze falling on the two fourth-rank True Immortals, Black Spring Ancestor and the other two, a glimmer of hope flashing in his eyes. He wanted them to intervene, temporarily suppressing the power of rules within one of their souls, buying himself time to save the other two.
Upon seeing the two people's condition, Hei Xuanzhen's heart sank completely—Old Ancestor Hei Quan was kneeling on the ground, one hand covering his chest, golden immortal blood constantly spilling from the corner of his mouth. His natal immortal artifact, "Gray Mist Mystic Shield," was covered with cracks, and its spiritual light was extremely dim. It was even difficult to maintain its own protective immortal light, so how could it have the spare strength to spare for helping?
The other fourth-grade True Immortal was not much better off, only slightly better than the Black Spring Ancestor. He could barely stand, but his immortal power was chaotic like a candle in the wind. It was still a pipe dream for him to try to suppress the power of rules on the souls of the three from the Black Abyss.
"How to do?"
The fingertips of the Black Profound Immortal trembled slightly, and the light of the Chaos Light Band flickered due to the fluctuations in his emotions.
"Am I really going to have to choose one of the three from the Black Abyss?"
Second-rank True Immortals are the backbone and foundation of their Obsidian Clan. Sacrificing any one of them would shake the very foundation of their clan.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths...
The rubble on the top floor of the Wanbao Hall rustled in the aftershocks of energy, each second feeling like it was being stretched out by an invisible hand, so heavy it tightened one's heart. The chaotic energy around Hei Xuanzhenxian surged violently, casting his aged face in flickering light, the struggle in his eyes almost overflowing.
The edges of the Black Abyss Ancestor's soul were beginning to show a semi-transparent blur, and every breath was accompanied by the stinging pain of his soul collapsing; the Black Horn Ancestor's soul was slightly more stable, but it was as if it were soaking in poison, with black bubbles constantly rising from its surface; and finally, the Black Wind Ancestor's soul was torn open by the power of the rules, and it was about to fall apart.
Ten breaths passed, like an invisible boundary, finally crushing Hei Xuanzhenxian's last hesitation. He took a deep breath, and the rise and fall of his chest caused the surrounding space to tremble slightly.
Should all three die together, or should only one die?
This is actually not difficult to calculate.
The difficulty lies in the choice itself. These are all descendants he has watched grow up, the foundation of the Obsidian Clan's existence for thousands of cosmic eras. They are all his flesh and blood; it would hurt to cut either one.
Finally, his gaze, laborious and painstaking, landed on the oldest of the three, the Black Horned Immortal.
Black Horn True Immortal has lived for nearly a thousand cosmic epochs, wasting five hundred of them in the Second Grade True Immortal realm. His divine soul foundation has long been solidified, and his potential is basically exhausted. It is almost impossible for him to even glimpse the Third Grade True Immortal realm in this lifetime. On the other hand, Black Abyss and Black Cloud, the former has already touched the threshold of the Third Grade in terms of understanding the laws, and the latter is even more unique in the art of alchemy. Given time, they may not be without hope of breaking through to a higher realm, especially Black Abyss, who may even have a slight chance of touching the barrier of the Fourth Grade True Immortal.
"Black Horn, don't blame the ancestor for being heartless..." Black Profound Immortal murmured in his heart, his voice hoarse as if it had been rubbed by sandpaper, filled with endless fatigue and helplessness, "The ancestor had no choice, the Obsidian Clan cannot lose any more."
When that apologetic yet resolute gaze fell upon him, the Black Horn Ancestor's soul trembled violently, as if struck by lightning. He instantly understood the meaning of that gaze, and an extreme fear, like ice water, washed over his soul, causing him to tremble uncontrollably.
"No! Ancestor! No!" His soul screamed shrilly, his voice distorted and almost incoherent with fear, "Blackhorn doesn't want to die! I can still do things for the clan! I can still..."
He still has a long lifespan to enjoy. A true immortal's lifespan can reach 10,800 cosmic eras, and it increases by another 10,800 eras with each breakthrough of a rank. He has only lived for less than a thousand eras now, not even a fraction of the lifespan of a second-rank true immortal. How can he be willing to perish like this?
"Black Horn, rest in peace." Black Xuanzhen closed his eyes, unable to bear watching any longer, his voice trembling slightly. "Our ancestor will avenge you and make that villain pay for his crimes in blood!"
The moment he finished speaking, he abruptly withdrew the chaotic light band that had enveloped the Black Horn Ancestor. Without the protection of the purifying power, the lingering forces of rules, like maggots clinging to bones, instantly went berserk, engulfing the Black Horn Ancestor's soul like a black tide.
"Ah...no...Ancestor, I'm not reconciled..."
A piercing, resentful scream echoed through the hall, filled with endless resentment and despair, yet it was like a drop of water thrown into boiling oil, sizzling and swallowed by the power of the rules. The Black Horn Ancestor's soul struggled frantically within the black, surging tide of the rules' power, its surface constantly exploding with tiny particles of light—a sign that his soul was being forcibly torn apart. His illusory form twisted and deformed, his outstretched hand futilely reaching towards the Black Profound Immortal. The last thing he saw was the Ancestor's resolute back and the evasive gazes of Black Abyss and Black Wind.
A hint of reluctance lingered in his voice; after all, he was their patriarch, who had watched them grow up, and with whom they had worked for hundreds of cosmic eras. Watching him perish in the power of the rules was undeniably painful. But this reluctance vanished in an instant, replaced by a deeper will to survive—today, one of the three of them would die; if Black Horn didn't die, one of them would be the one whose soul was scattered.
Husbands and wives are birds of the same forest, and when disaster strikes, they fly separately.
Not to mention a mere elder from the same clan.
For the sake of his own life, he had no choice but to ask Uncle Blackhorn to die.
The two instinctively closed their eyes, unable to bear the sight of the Black Horn's soul being annihilated. They focused all their attention on the chaotic light band around them, feeling the immense purifying power gradually stripping away the remnants of rules from their souls.
A few breaths later, a bloodcurdling scream exploded on the top floor of the Wanbao Hall and then quickly vanished into nothingness. The soul of the Black Horn Ancestor was completely reduced to ashes. The tiny specks of light drifted in the air for a moment before being swept away by the remaining turbulent energy within the hall. Not even a trace of his spirit remained, as if he had never existed.
Almost simultaneously, under the full-fledged treatment of Hei Xuan Zhenxian, the injuries of the two ancestors, Hei Yuan and Hei Feng, gradually stabilized.
At the edge of the Black Abyss Ancestor's soul, the semi-transparent ethereal structure was becoming solid at a visible speed. The stinging pain from the disintegration gradually subsided, and he could clearly feel a gentle yet powerful force reshaping the foundation of his soul. The gaps that had been gnawed out by the power of the rules were being filled in little by little.
Black Wind Ancestor was in slightly better condition. The cracks in his soul were slowly healing under the illumination of the chaotic light band, and his previously chaotic aura gradually stabilized. His tense soul relaxed slightly, and his gaze towards Black Profound Immortal was filled with gratitude, but even more so with the relief of surviving a calamity.
......
after one day.
The energy turbulence on the top floor of the Wanbao Hall gradually subsided, leaving only the low hum of the chaotic light band as it moved. Black Profound True Immortal slowly withdrew his power, fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead. This rescue was not as simple as it seemed; this short day had been far more exhausting than a battle with a fifth-grade True Immortal.
Immediately afterward, Hei Xuanzhenxian glanced in the direction where Hei Jiao's soul dissipated, his eyes filled with complex emotions—weariness, sorrow, and an indescribable heaviness.
The two patriarchs, Hei Yuan and Hei Feng, exchanged a glance, their divine souls trembling slightly from lingering fear. The life-or-death decision they had just made was etched deep into their souls like a brand, adding a complex sense of connection to their gazes as they looked at each other, in addition to the relief of surviving the ordeal.
Immediately, the two bowed deeply to Hei Xuanzhenxian, their illusory souls trembling slightly from the effort: "Thank you for saving us, Ancestor. We... will never forget this kindness." Their voices were hoarse from surviving a calamity, and also carried an indescribable heaviness.
Hei Xuanzhenxian waved his hand, and two gentle yet irresistible streams of immortal power supported their souls, sending them to a relatively intact platform in the corner of the hall. Faint defensive array patterns remained there; though broken, they could still isolate them from external energy turbulence. He said in a deep voice, "Concentrate and stabilize your souls; do not make any more mistakes. The clan needs you now; if you falter at this moment, you will have failed Heijiao's sacrifice."
"Yes, Ancestor." Hei Yuan and Hei Feng dared not delay, and quickly composed themselves, sitting cross-legged on the platform, focusing all their immortal energy on repairing their damaged souls. The residual warmth of the chaotic light band flowed through their bodies, turning into trickles of water that nourished their damaged origins.
Black Profound Immortal turned around, his gaze slowly sweeping over the devastated top floor of the Myriad Treasures Hall. Broken Xuanjin beams lay askew in the ground, shattered ice crystals and fragments of meteorite divine iron scattered everywhere, the air thick with the stench of blood and the burnt smell of dissipated energy. The luminous pearls that had once been embedded in the walls were long since shattered, leaving only scattered specks of light flickering amidst the ruins, illuminating the utter devastation.
Finally, his gaze fell upon the empty void in the center of the hall. There, the Black Horn's soul had struggled and roared before finally turning to ashes. Now, only a faint remnant of its rules remained, drifting in the air as if silently recounting the carnage that had just transpired.
"call......"
Black Profound Immortal slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, which condensed into a thin layer of frost on the cold floor tiles. A chilling killing intent suddenly spread from his body, colder than the mysterious ice of the Netherworld Frost Prison and fiercer than the gale from the heavens.
Chaotic energy surged wildly across his body, carrying the terrifying pressure of a fifth-grade True Immortal, causing the previously calmed energy turbulence to stir again, and the rubble rattled under the invisible pressure.
"Evil thief!"
He slammed his fist into the broken pillar beside him, and the pillar, which was as hard as a quasi-immortal artifact, shattered instantly, turning into dust everywhere.
"My Obsidian Clan will fight you to the death!"
A roar like thunder exploded within the Wanbao Hall, causing several more tiles to fall from the already dilapidated dome. The sound, carrying boundless rage and determination, spread out along the passageway of the Wanbao Hall, through the tightly closed giant doors, and echoed among the clouds of Wanbao Peak, startling all the beasts below into roaring and causing the heavens and earth to change color.
One second-grade True Immortal, five first-grade True Immortals, plus the heavily injured crowd—this was an unprecedented blow to the Obsidian Clan since its inception.
dead!
That villain must die!
We are willing to pay any price!
......