Chapter 723 - Great Feng (1/2)

"Monarch-level presences that fought here?"

The crowd looked out from the deck of the ship where the scenes before them changed abruptly.

Mountains and rivers, winds and clouds, trees and grasses, a world was formed right in front of them in just the blink of an eye.

And the stars shone bright high up in the sky, followed shortly by a blinding sun and cold moon.

"This… the Creator-level skill?"

The crowd were out of words. Creating a world, sun and moon, and stars just like that, perhaps even Creators like Realm Monarch Yunshan wouldn't be able to do it so easily.

Furthermore, the skill was cast a hundred thousand years ago yet it still left a deep mark in this place. Who knew just how terrifyingly strong the skill was when it was cast.

"Don't worry, the skill's power has long since eroded," Heavenly King Shang said, "Else, not to mention that the whole fleet would be reduced to ashes before we noticed it, even the Realm Monarchs would be diminished instantly as well."

They sailed past the world, and indeed, other than the picturesque scenes, nothing else happened.

Soon, they sailed into another skill like that. This time, it was a sword that laid horizontally and the light coming from it brightened the endless space. When the fleet of ships sailed above the sword, the ships were reduced into the tiniest atoms!

Even the reflections on the sword were all disintegrated into tiny particles.

When the crowd tried to find their shadows, they could only barely recognize the shadows based on their positions.

"The power of this sword is beyond perception, but its nature evokes the origin of the Dao," Heavenly King Shang praised.

The crowd nodded togetherly. Although it was just a skill, the sword reflected everything on it in their true nature. Which meant that whoever stood against it would be disintegrated into the tiny particles that formed them.

Only those whose nature wasn't reflected by the sword had a chance to fight back.

One after another, the fleet of ships sailed past the skills that never failed to amaze the crowd.

However, the power of these skills was wiped away by the ancient figures; making them only deadly in appearance.

Not only was the potency of the skills gone, but the information within the skills was also wiped away as well. Zhong Yue thought, No one other than the witnesses would know why, who, and how everything happened. A hundred thousand years ago, the Earth Order Era was ended, the Fuxi was sealed, and every recordings about it were covered away. Could this ancient battlefield be one of those that are related to the end of the Earth Order Era?

Heavenly King Shang said, "But there is only little to none of the recordings on the ancient days, making it extremely hard to glean the truth. I've once asked the Realm Monarch, but even he doesn't know what happened."

"The skills here, some felt like it's from the Fuxi Clan," Xin Huo said.

Zhong Yue was surprised and he thought, The Fuxi Clan's skills? Could it be the Fuxi Clan's Monarch?

Heavenly King Shang picked up the fluctuations Zhong Yue's psyche, and he glanced around curiously before finally locking onto a group of ten of them. His gaze then narrowed to only Zhong Yue and Yu Bochuan.

After this, the Heavenly King mulled for seconds before finally locking his sights onto Zhong Yue.

Back when in the Ancient Land of God Graves, he had already picked up the same strange fluctuation of psyche. Initially, he thought it was an ancient treasure but couldn't find whose hand it was in. But ever since then, he has been nonstop thinking about it. Now that he sensed it again from Zhong Yue's body, greed immediately overcame his heart.

Zhong Yue looked back, he smiled and his psyche rumbled as he said, "Heavenly King, think of the presence behind me."

Heavenly King Shang tightened his heart and stamped on his greed as he thought of the times when Goddess Shen Hou's aura alone trapped him in the Ancient Land of God Graves for a whole year.

Zhong Yue furtively heaved a breath of relief, he looked around and ask, "Which one are the Fuxi Clan's skills?"

"That sword!" Xin Huo answered, "The sword is a skill formed from the Fuxi's innate dragon scales of the highest level. It is a skill that reflects the origin of Dao. Other than that, there are some other ones scattered around the battlefield! Whatever happened here, it was heavily linked to the fall of the Fuxi."

All of a sudden, the space in front of them trembled vigorously. Heavenly King Shang's face changed drastically, he shouted, "Be careful! There is still a skill's remnant that hasn't been wiped away by the ancient figures! Generals, generals! Power the ships and form a formation!"

As he spoke, a deafening loud boom cracked the space in front of them like a mirror!

It felt like the end of the universe, but just a second later, ships larger than the Heaven Court's fleet of ships sailed out from the void. Even when the Heaven Court's ships were each thousands of miles long, they were just as small as sharks met with a group of Kun Peng in front of the ships that sailed out of the void.

The crowd looked up and stared dumbly at the ships sized like planets. There were lanterns made from suns placed along the sides, casting darkness away from every corner of the deck.

However, the ships were in bad shape, shabby and worn out as if they were on the verge of shattering into pieces. Deep and long marks were left on the ship body by the incredible skills and divine weapons; the metals on the ship were heavily rusted, and the wood was rotten.

The Wei Shen Six Paths World's fleet looked at the incoming ships in terror. Giant skeletons stood on the shabby ships' decks, their armors full of holes and the weapons they held were mostly broken as well. Despite that, the giant skeletons stood with their back ramrod straight and their heads high up.

On the elevated stage, a giant stood held two drumsticks in his hands, one was on the huge drum in front of him and the other was raised high in the sky. The giant too was just left with bones.

Those onboard these warships were skeletons, an armada that somehow escaped from the ancient figures from wiping them away and lingered still in the ancient battlefield.