Chapter 1229: 655: Battle of the Late Stage! The Might of the Avatar! (Part 2)

Its giant arm that took a hit from the Earth Suppression Seal had its Scale Armor shattered, and it still faintly ached."Taiwu, it’s been so long, yet you’re still so abhorrent."

The voice of the Heaven-Burning Ancestor was like underground lava rolling, indicating a past unpleasantness between him and the Supreme Sect Leader.

"If your true form were here, maybe you could protect him. But this avatar of yours, only has thirty percent of your power, you can’t protect him. This scoundrel has ruined my Imperial Palace plan and slaughtered my Demon Race Venerables, this hatred is irreconcilable."

"Thirty percent is sufficient."

Taiwu Daoist Venerable’s voice remained calm, without a trace of anger, even interrupting the roar of the Heaven-Burning Ancestor.

He raised his eyes, gaze like a sea abyss, looking at the suspended crimson giant shadow.

"Heaven-Burning, how did that last imprint feel?"

"You truly think by relying on the Imperial Palace and that Demon Race Great Array, you can act recklessly behind our Human Clan defenses?"

"You..."

The Heaven-Burning Ancestor was momentarily speechless.

The heavy force of the Earth Suppression Seal still resonated within the arm bones, and the opponent’s power was stronger than he anticipated.

Taiwu, this old fellow, has presided over the True Martial Sect for innumerable ages, known for being "as immovable as a mountain, with a momentum like an abyss," his True Martial Dao Skill long cultivated to a Transformation Realm that moves the myriad Great Dao for personal use.

Fighting him head-on here, the geostrategic advantage is utterly lost.

Taiwu Daoist Venerable gave the Heaven-Burning Ancestor no chance to organize insults, his words barely finished, as his left hand behind him quietly formed an ancient seal technique.

The movement was extremely slight, like an horsetail whisk gently sweeping away dust.

Rumble!

From the depths of the fissures in the boundless barren land below, instantly nine supremely condensed Mystic Yellow light pillars erupted.

The diameter of the pillars was barely ten feet, but the color was like the essence of the earth, with illusory images of mountains and rivers floating within. They resembled nine spirited Mystic Yellow Earth Vein Dragons, breaking through rock layers, roaring fiercely as they pounced toward the Heaven-Burning Ancestor, a thousand feet in the air.

The Heaven-Burning Ancestor’s pupils suddenly contracted, witnessing the space forcibly fixed wherever the nine Mystic Yellow Earth Dragons passed, even greatly suppressing the scorching, twisting power of his Flame of Burning World.

Taiwu Daoist Venerable clearly wielded a tremendously powerful Great Technique, condensing the purest piercing and sealing forces.

He felt an immense threat, this attack if taken directly, would likely result in more than just minor injuries.

No longer bothering to spew venomous words at Jiang Shu, his full body Divine Flame explosively erupted.

"Heaven-Burning Domain!"

The crimson Divine Flame transformed into a boundless fiery shield, enveloping his entire body.

On the shield wall, countless Vermilion Bird Divine Beast apparitions emerged from the flames, emitting a piercing screech that pierced the Divine Soul, spewing Vermilion Bird True Fire at the nine pouncing Mystic Yellow Earth Dragons.

Hiss hiss hiss... rumble!

Mystic Yellow and crimson, extreme weight and extreme heat, two completely opposite Supreme Daoist Rules Origin powers fiercely collided in mid-air.

No earth-shattering explosion ensued, instead, the two forces mutually annihilated and neutralized, producing a muffled sound, rendering the world silent.

Dazzling light engulfed the sky, forming a zone of energy desolate land, constantly collapsing inward into chaos at the collision center.

At the bottom of the deep pit.

The dust was heavy in the air, yet under Taiwu Daoist Venerable’s invisible aura, this place became a tranquil haven amidst the chaotic storm.

Jiang Shu was not inclined to worry about the awe-inspiring battle overhead.

He sat cross-legged, five hearts facing the sky, slowly closing his eyes.

The sounds of external slaughter, energy explosions seemed distant and indistinct, blocked by an invisible barrier.

Deep within the Sea of Consciousness, the Mixed Cave Space already formed, now gently rotating like a Sea Eye after a storm, exhausted but embodying rebirth.

The World Tree Seedling rooted there, sensing its master’s complete relaxation, slightly unfurled its branches and leaves, emitting richer chaotic clarity.

Jiang Shu immersed his consciousness within.

The scorching wound on his back, blasted by the Heaven-Burning Ancestor’s reckless light column, was most conspicuous, with the flesh blackened and curled, even revealing dark burn marks on the scapula, with a hint of remaining burning poison flickering.

But under the cleansing of the World Tree’s clarity, the edges of necrotic flesh began to show faint signs of life, new tender shoots sprouting through the scorched crust with the resilience of the toughest grass seed.

This process brought needle-like pain, yet Jiang Shu’s brow didn’t wrinkle.

The greater peril was the Geng Metal Annihilation Power invading his bone marrow, a curse imprint left by the Golden Roc at the cost of Dao Origin and life, like cold steel needles stirring in the bone gaps.

Jiang Shu activated the Devouring Dao, creating a tiny gray vortex, cautiously extracting the destructive cold metal gleam from deep within the marrow, channeling it into the center of the Mixed Cave Space.

There, desolation and Taichu Power intertwined, forcibly decomposing and eroding this pure yet malicious force.

Simultaneously, the warm current of the Creation Daoist warmly followed, like the finest builder, patiently repairing the meridians and bone membranes shattered by the Power of Silence.

Elsewhere, the heaven-burning blood poison wreaking havoc within him, like countless tiny fiery poisonous insects racing along the blood vessels, aimed to burn Jiang Shu’s vitality and foundation.

But now, without further support, exposed within the World Tree Seedling’s chaotic domain inside Jiang Shu.

Where the clarity reaches, the blood poison crackles like snow exposed to sunlight, swiftly refining, transforming into rejuvenating warmth nourishing the Daoist Body.

As the Inner Refining deepened, a hint of color returned to Jiang Shu’s pale face, his rapid heavy breathing becoming prolonged and smooth.

The depleted Primordial Power, like a dried riverbed receiving the nourishment of a fresh water source, began to slowly refill.

The feeling of exhaustion gradually faded, replaced by a heavy, solid sense of strength regaining.

The fatigue of the Divine Soul washed away as if cleansed by warm water, clarity returning to the mind.

The barrier once feeling precarious, the Daoist Venerable Early Stage Peak threshold now, with this clear state of mind and rapid physical repair, seemed clearer, hinting at signs of loosening.

He did not deliberately pursue high status; he let this realization settle deep within his Dao Heart.

The clash in the high heavens had yet to end.

Nine Mystic Yellow Earth Dragons and the Heaven-Burning Domain’s Vermilion Bird True Fire continued their fierce confrontation, mutually annihilating and dissolving, forming a blinding sea of light.

But within it, the Heaven-Burning Ancestor struggled immensely; the Mystic Yellow pillars were incredibly resilient, continuously drawing the Power of Earth, each layer annihilated was immediately supplemented by new Earth Vein Power from the fissures below, perpetually renewing.

Whereas his Heaven-Burning Domain consumed his own Origin demonic power.

This place was far removed from the Demon Race Imperial Palace foundation; reinforcements from the strong behind were beyond reach.

More fatal was the movement of the white-robed figure at the pit’s edge.

While Taiwu Daoist Venerable’s left hand held the seal yet to be released, his right hand had rapidly extended, forefinger and middle finger joined like a sword, pointing at the Heaven-Burning Ancestor within the sea of light.

The gesture was plainly ancient, without any flash of light or stirring wind.

But at his fingertip’s point, the nine Mystic Yellow Earth Dragons engaged with the Vermilion Bird True Fire suddenly emitted earth-shaking roars, sounding like cries of anguish and forcibly induced power.

Their bodies instantly became supremely solid, seemingly truly forged from the compression of billions of pounds of heavy mountain stone.

On the dragon bodies, intricate earth-colored patterns abruptly ignited, drawing limitless energy essence from soil and rock into a collective point.

Next, the nine Mystic Yellow Earth Dragons’ bodies ruptured fiercely before the astonished gaze of the Heaven-Burning Ancestor.

Boom boom boom!

The explosions sounded like nine mountains, containing endless gravity and earth origin force, simultaneously disintegrating, transforming into countless grindstone-sized stones, condensed with Dao, forming torrents of havoc.

Each "stone" carried void-tearing power, immensely heavy, ignoring the remnants of flame barriers, like stone projectile storms shot forth by unseen colossal ballistas, swept indiscriminately toward the Heaven-Burning Ancestor and his stretched Heaven-Burning Domain.