Chapter 366
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Chapter 366: Void’s Ten Thousand Forms Palm
“Golden Core transmission could take three days and three nights and still remain unfinished. How much longer do you plan to keep this up?”
Sage Huo Yun’s voice echoed mockingly through the air.
“Huo Yun, must you be so ruthless?” Jiang Chong blocked his path, his tone icy.
Sage Huo Yun glanced at him and chuckled. “You tried to kill me together and steal the Golden Core. Did you not expect death and spirit annihilation upon failure? Earlier, I spared you to conserve my true qi, yet instead of fleeing, you stayed to perform the Golden Core transmission. Did you think me a fool?”
“Then today’s defeat is ours. Bi Hao and the others have lost their Golden Cores and all their cultivation. Let this grudge end here,” Jiang Chong sighed, shaking his head.
“Fine. Hand over your Golden Cores, and I’ll depart with the two Demon Race Bloodlines, sparing your lives,” Sage Huo Yun said coldly, hands clasped behind his back.
“Hand over our Golden Cores?” Jiang Chong stared in disbelief. “Impossible!”
His refusal was instant. Removing a Golden Core meant losing all cultivation, reducing even a master to a mortal. Such a fate was unthinkable.
“Then I’ll slaughter you all and wipe out the Jin Kingdom. Millions of lives will fuel my needs,” Sage Huo Yun replied dismissively.
Jiang Chong and the others tensed, fury boiling. To Sage Huo Yun, their kingdom was mere livestock.
“Slaughtering millions will bring divine retribution!” Jiang Chong roared.
“Childish!” Sage Huo Yun laughed. “There’s no such thing as divine retribution. Heaven favors those who serve it. Defy its will, and you invite destruction.”
Jiang Chong froze. Centuries of teachings insisted heaven punished evil—yet Sage Huo Yun claimed otherwise. The contradiction left him speechless.
“Enough. I’ll give you the time of an incense stick to decide.” Sage Huo Yun’s tone dripped with confidence. To him, they were already corpses.
A hundred zhang away, Ye Yun frowned deeply.
Su Hao’s face flushed with rage. “How dare the Xuan Yuan Sect spout such heresy?”
Elder Seven sighed. “His words hold slivers of truth. Who has truly seen divine justice? For millennia, tales say good die young while villains thrive. Perhaps this is heaven’s true order.”
“Uncle Seven!” Su Hao snapped. “Are centuries of records wrong?”
Elder Seven shook his head silently.
“That young fellow Huo Yun understands much. The Xuan Yuan Sect might indeed be remarkable,” mused the Ancestor of the Sword Path within the Soul Turning Tower.
“Is his claim true?” Ye Yun asked.
“Not entirely false,” the Ancestor replied. “Heaven follows rules, uncaring of good or evil. Mortals cling to ideals of justice, but survival often demands selfishness. As for sacrifices…”
He paused. “Ancient rituals used offerings to commune with heaven—or darker forces. Such arts vanished after the Battle of Immortals and Demons. If the Xuan Yuan Sect possesses them, they’re formidable indeed.”
Ye Yun’s worldview trembled. Cultivators preached virtue’s triumph, yet here lay a colder truth: heaven rewarded compliance, not morality.
“Enough pondering,” the Ancestor said. “My fractured memory lacks details. Sacrificial arts are lost—likely beyond the Xuan Yuan Sect’s grasp.”
Ye Yun exhaled slowly. “Then I’ll align my cultivation with heaven’s order…”
New insights flickered within him.
The incense stick burned out. Sage Huo Yun eyed the golden lights before him and sighed. “Stubborn fools. Your end is deserved.”
“Show mercy!” Jiang Chong shouted. “Golden Core cultivators are rare!”
“Mercy?” Sage Huo Yun sneered. “You’ll be dead. Shall I dig your souls from reincarnation in a million years?”
Jiang Chong, Elder Jin, and Elder Gong gathered, hands glowing. They’d strike the moment he moved.
“You three can’t withstand one palm,” Sage Huo Yun scoffed.
“Try us,” Jiang Chong retorted.
Murderous intent flashed. Sage Huo Yun raised his right palm—now translucent, jade-like, merging with the void.
“This is the Void’s Ten Thousand Forms Palm. Survive it, and I leave.” His soft voice carried crushing pressure.
The Golden Core trio’s breaths faltered. Their true qi writhed beyond control.
Even a hundred zhang away, Ye Yun sensed the palm’s apocalyptic power. Tian Shen Peak itself might crumble.
Why hadn’t he used this earlier? When breaking Bi Hao’s arrays, why hold back?
Realization struck Ye Yun. “You needed time to prepare this strike! The ‘mercy’ was a ruse!”
The cultivators present—all masters—grasped the truth instantly. Sage Huo Yun’s injuries must have delayed this technique. Letting Du Jianyin flee, tolerating the Golden Core transmission—all to buy time.
Now, the Void’s Ten Thousand Forms Palm loomed complete. How could they stop it?
The strike would reshape the land, erasing Tian Shen Peak.
What could they do?
