Chapter 1180: Chaos Tribulation (1/2)

Gnawing on a chaos beast bone, the lizard-dragon turned around and refused to continue the conversation.

Lu Yun tutted again, “I’m speaking the truth, why does no one believe me?”

The lizard-dragon couldn’t be bothered with a reaction.

After Lu Yun scared off Zhuo Bufan, calm returned to the six sacred palaces and nine sacred lands. He returned to his seated position in the air, becoming ever more mysterious and inscrutable to those of the chaos.

Zhuo Bufan’s sudden arrival had scared quite a number of people. This was a bonafide expert of the third realm, one who grasped the art of Words and could command the orders of the chaos!

And yet, the sacred prince of Inception Palace had scared him off.

No one knew what Lu Yun had said to Zhuo Bufan, but the latter’s hasty exit was deeply imprinted in everyone’s heart.

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“What do we do now? He’s scared away even a representative of the Enforcer Alliance.” The nine born of the creation seeds gathered once again to discuss their next steps. This time, they were completely stumped.

The Inception prince—a mortal realm creature—had sent Zhuo Bufan packing, and there was nothing they could do about Lu Yun.

A strange force had claimed the sovereigns that’d made a move on him. The nine of them didn’t dare attempt further action without absolute guarantee of their success.

“Is he really only a mortal soul?” Huo Zongxing frowned at Lu Yun sitting cross-legged in the air.

“He is indeed a mortal soul, and one born of the worlds. He isn’t one reincarnated from the Hongmeng like us,” firmly declared a girl after waving a mirror at Lu Yun. “There should be a master of the Hongmeng behind him… probably the Purple King.”

Her cerulean hair gave off watery ripples with each movement—she was the backer of the water origin sacred land. Though she was also a mortal realm being, her cultivation yet to reach the chaos realm, her core essence came from the Hongmeng.

“If that’s the case, then this is easy.” Confidence blossomed across Huo Zongxing’s face.

“Oh?” The others looked at him with anticipation. “You have something in mind for him?”

“A chaos tribulation,” Huo Zongxing softly uttered. “As long as his cultivation is yet to reach the chaos realm, as long as he doesn’t come from the Hongmeng, he’s dead without a doubt if a chaos tribulation is set in motion.”

He grinned broadly. “So what if the six palaces can protect him? He won’t dare do a thing in a chaos tribulation!”

“That’s right, chaos tribulations!” The other eight laughed heartily. “Thank goodness we’re moving fast enough and doing all this before he’s broken through.”

Chaos tribulations were a terrible disaster in the chaos. Since time held no sway over the realm and one couldn’t feel the passage of the years, chaos creatures did not die of old age. But when a chaos tribulation erupted, it was a calamity for all.

Chaos creatures that had yet to reach the chaos cultivation realm were instantly decimated in the face of such a tribulation. Even those who were in the chaos realm had to exercise extreme caution. They could easily be doomed beyond salvation if they set one foot wrong.

Chaos creatures were theoretically undying, but in reality, the tribulations cleansed the realm with regularity and prevented overpopulation.

The most abundant in the chaos wasn’t beings above chaos realm, but regular mortal beings.