Chapter 927: Enormous Akasha Ghost (1/2)

The Dao Tree was too terrifying. Fragments of the Builder Tree had regrown for a second life, but they’d been controlled by a terrible resentment. After absorbing the strength of the heavenly vein, it’d grown for another hundred million years and now drew off the immortal dao.

The Dao Tree was the singular most terrifying thing in the world at the moment, even more dreadful than Leize of the great wilderness!

The immortal dao residing in Mount Xuanhuan barreled out of the mountain and assimilated into Lu Yun’s replica, becoming one with Xing Chen. The body of the world swiftly blended with the immortal dao, becoming a body of the immortal dao.

Lu Yun could tell from this sight that his replica wouldn't belong to him anymore after this battle. The time had finally come to give it up.

All of Mount Xuanhuang trembled ferociously as rays of bronze radiance erupted from the bronze core of the mountain, forming a true world of its own. It encompassed the mountain and was a world of the immortal dao, a place where the strength of the immortal dao could be unleashed in its fullest glory.

Gray flames shot into the clouds from the branches of the Dao Tree and set the akasha souls afire. That instantly restored their original strength and reverted them to barely perceptible shadows. They swiftly gathered in the void, forming the figure of an enormous akasha ghost. Bleak howls and desolate wails echoed through the air while a myriad of ghostly faces took shape in the sky, dyeing the world of immortal dao with an eerie and sinister air.

Beings in other parts of the world of immortals looked to Mount Xuanhuang, horror prickling at their hearts. It wasn’t until this moment that they finally understood why Lu Yun and Qing Yu had had to seal away the Dao Tree.

Instead of being the sacred tree of their cultivation, it was a demonic one!

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Ling Weiyang’s soul force had long been returned to Ashu’s body—he stood in the middle of the Dao Academy at the moment, silently watching everything taking place upon the sacred mountain. Though he’d regained his sense of self, he had yet to recover his old strength.

“So he’s the Flame Emperor… the karma between me and the legendary emperor manifests now, but its cause lies in the past,” he murmured to himself.

Holy Kings Atrophy, Antiquity, Desolation, and Violetshade walked out of the underworld together, descending upon Dusk Province in a mighty formation and surrounding the world of immortal dao that Mount Xuanhuang had created.

Up in the void, a sword cauldron, sword bell, and… a sword-shaped pagoda slowly drifted down, likewise protecting this world.

The Sugato Sword had returned to its roots of being a sword pagoda, and so Lu Yun returned it to the Green Firmament. He’d made use of it for the past twenty decades to return to his prime, and he now finally understood where the three Firmaments came from.

When he’d deployed the Dragonspike Litany upon Kunlun Mountain, he’d preserved a trace of fortune for the connate demon gods. These three Firmaments were the last of the celestial court legacy.

Some of the demon gods had grasped the chance he left for them and successfully wrestled their fates free of disaster from the Death Spike. However, they’d still fallen to the cataclysm at the end of the era, and the Firmaments were their legacies.