Chapter 352: An Origin Dao Blow (2/2)

“Get on!” Lu Yun beckoned. Qing Han and Situ Yun were instantly sucked up by the ship, where Situ Zong noted a weapons notch and plopped the Black Emperor into it with a sigh of relief.

Qing Yunhe and the other youth traded knowing looks before leaping onboard.

“Die, all of you!” Donglin Taihuang’s clothes were in tatters. His face, not particularly fair in the first place, was as black as soot. Without the Black Emperor’s suppressive firepower, he finally had an opportunity to counterattack.

Starlight lit up his body once more. “Cosmic Sea, to me!”

Splash...

The incongruous sound of waves lapping against a shore was followed by an inexorable tide of stars. Spinning into motion, they began hurtling toward the Divine Glory with incredible force.

“The Cosmic Sea! He must’ve already refined it and was just here waiting for the Cosmic Skycarver to come back!” the unknown third youth yelped.

In the Cosmic Sea, heavenly bodies were as numerous as water drops in the sea. Their collective energy struck fear into even this master swordsman from the Dark North Sword Sect.

The scroll woven of starlight was already within Donglin Taihuang’s grasp.

“Power of the sea of stars, huh?” Lu Yun murmured, watching the stars’ trajectory as they hurtled toward the ship. His eyes turned purest white.

Ten billion immortal crystals were converted into energy and crammed into the Black Emperor in the blink of an eye. The inky-black ship turned white as milk.

Boom!

For an instant, the starfield was completely replaced by blinding white.

After who knew how long, the handful of people inside the chamber slowly recovered their sight.

The starfield—or rather, the room in the tomb that had held the Cosmic Skycarver and Cosmic Sea—was completely destroyed. The fabric of space all around them had been torn to bits, and the blast would’ve done the same to any trespassing immortal.

The dragon tomb was located in the North Sea, which wasn’t a complete facet, per se. Planes of existence here wasn’t as stable as the nine majors, ten lands, and four immortal seas. A single beam from the Black Emperor at maximum output had been enough to shatter the integrity of the space.

By now, the Cosmic Sea had reverted back into a silvery scroll and floated calmly at the center of the broken void.

“That was… an origin dao blow,” Qing Yunhe murmured, entranced by the performance of the Black Emperor. The cannon glowed with a reddish light, still cooling down from its earlier exertion.

He’d just personally witnessed the power of ten billion immortal crystals. Evidently, they were worth a single origin dao attack!

“Too bad he got away.” Qing Han waved a hand, summoning the scroll that was the Cosmic Sea to him with the power of the Cosmic Skycarver.

“He got away from that? Damn, he’s a rich kid for sure.” Lu Yun was mildly disappointed.

Killing Donglin Taihuang would’ve solved half of his problems, but what could he do now? The guy probably had all kinds of treasures designed to save his life. Even his arcane dao immortality didn’t mean he was safe everywhere.

The present world was far more dangerous than the ancient world, with celestial emperors prone to dying at any moment. People like Donglin Taihuang and the Deaf Prince indubitably carried around the collective aid of their clans, at least in treasure form.

“After that attack at full power, the Black Emperor will be out of commission for a bit… its core overheated. At least a week, huh…” Lu Yun sighed as he examined the cannon.