Chapter 1243: The Path of Termination

Chapter 570

“Deliver my orders!”

The Master of Blood Prison suddenly stood up, his voice echoing throughout the Blood Prison Star Sea.

“Activate the ‘Blood Prison Grand Array’! Lock down the entire Star Sea!”

“Recall all Daoist ancestors who are out battling!”

“Additionally, send someone to the ‘Celestial Secret Pavilion’, at all costs, purchase all intelligence on this person! I want to know who he really is! Where he comes from!”

Commands were issued from the Divine Hall, and the vast Blood Prison Star Sea, like a precise war machine, began operating frantically with unprecedented efficiency!

It’s no longer hunting, but… full-scale war preparations!

If this scene were seen by other forces in the Black Sand Region, they’d probably be stunned.

What kind of enemy could make the notorious, extremely domineering Master of Blood Prison act as if facing a formidable foe?

…

Within the cave dwelling in Broken Star City.

Xu Ran had no idea what kind of uproar he had caused, nor did he know that the Master of Blood Prison, because of him, had fallen into a state of panic.

At this moment, his brows were tightly furrowed.

Just after he made his breakthrough, he took out the ancient navigation chart, intending to study the so-called “Doomsday Ancient Path”, when an indescribable feeling descended upon him.

It was a feeling… of being “watched”.

This gaze didn’t come from any direction, nor from any creature.

It seemed to be cast from upstream in time, from the ruins of eras, crossing countless cause and effect, directly imprinting on his true spirit.

Cold, deathly silent, filled with ominousness and eeriness.

As if a divine demon corpse buried in ancient burial grounds slowly… opened its eyes because he possessed this map.

“Having this map will be perceived by certain… ‘things’ left on the ancient path.”

The words of the old man from Wanbao Tower echoed in his ears.

Xu Ran’s expression grew unprecedentedly grave.

He could feel that the gaze carried a kind of “hunger”.

It wasn’t hunger for flesh, but for the very essence of “existence”. It wanted to… “consume” him!

“Hmph, lurking thing.”

Xu Ran snorted coldly, and the Sword Intent meant for “correcting errors” instantly spread throughout his body, forming an invisible barrier that blocked the probing gaze.

However, the next moment, something even more bizarre occurred.

The space around him began to ripple.

Strands of black fog seeped out from somewhere unknown. These fogs bore no energy fluctuations but carried a scent that withers all things, that corrupts the Dao.

Where the fog passed, the stone walls of the cave dwelling silently “disappeared”.

Not turned to ash, but its “concept” was being erased.

Tu Feng stared fearfully at his arm, only to see it becoming transparent at a visible rate!

“Sir… Sir! Save me!” he screamed in extreme terror.

His cultivation, his Daoist Technique, in front of this black fog, were of no use!

Xu Ran’s eyes turned cold.

“Using the ‘end’ path in front of me?”

A glimmer appeared at his fingertip.

It wasn’t Sword Light, nor any Divine Technique.

It was a glimmer of… “life”.

This glimmer seemed like the first vitality born from Chaos, the first Dao Flower blooming at the dawn of eras.

The light spread, forming a Domain.

Within the Domain, life was everborn.

Those eerie black fogs, upon touching this Domain, reacted as if encountering a nemesis, let out a silent shrill, and were continually neutralized and purified by the “life” Dao contained within.

“Go back.”

Xu Ran’s gaze seemed to penetrate endless void, seeing the source of the fog.

He stretched out his hand, grasping lightly towards the void.

“Cut!”

Far away and beyond measure in time and space, at a part of the Doomsday Ancient Path.

Here lay a deathly silent ruin, afloat with numerous unimaginably large divine demon carcasses and remnants of an ancient cosmos.

On one of the colossal beast skulls, which had long lost all divinity, leaving only an immortal shell, a strand of black fog emitted slowly from its seven orifices.

This strand of fog coalesced into a vague humanoid form, its gaze “watching” a coordinate downstream in the distant spacetime.

Suddenly, its blurred figure violently shook.

A power that was irresistible and incomprehensible, along the causality line of that “gaze”, counter-flowed upward, fiercely striking against its body!

“Uh…”

A scream, unlike any creature’s, filled with pain and shock, erupted from it.

The blurred humanoid was instantly cleaved in half!

The black fog composing it scattered frantically, as though severely wounded.

The causal link between it and Xu Ran was thoroughly severed with that hand chop!

…

Inside the cave dwelling.

As Xu Ran uttered that single word, all the black fog instantly lost its source, being thoroughly purified by the Domain of “life”.

Tu Feng’s transparent arm also returned to its original state.

He collapsed onto the ground, gasping heavily, his body soaked in cold sweat.

At that moment, he felt one foot step into the Abyss of death. No, it was more terrifying than death, it was absolute “non-existence”.

“Sir… what was that… thing just now?” he asked with lingering fear.

“Scavenger from the Doomsday Ancient Path.”

Xu Ran withdrew his hand, his expression icy cold.

“Some pitiful entities who fell in ancient eras, yet were unwilling, their true spirits polluted by the qi on the ancient path, becoming neither alive nor dead, subsisting by devouring others’ ‘existence’.”