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Yuan Chonghuan still had some small expectations.
After all, Lin Qiubai was always good at creating surprises.
Perhaps there really was a way to restrain the thousands of Purple Thunder Pythons in the storm?
However, Lin Qiubai slowly retreated...
Standing at the edge of the storm, he wore a serious expression, as if deep in thought.
The fierce wind tore at his clothes and long hair. A hundred meters away, the Purple Thunder Pythons moved like dragons through the void, scattering and circling.
If any careless creature intruded, it would be instantly vaporized by them.
Lin Qiubai took a deep breath; he could hardly imagine how powerful the complete Nine Origin Creation Ruler could be!
Even if a vast continent were to withstand a strike from it at its peak, it would surely crumble apart, right?
It seemed that long ago, the artifact spirit had mentioned that a hundred thousand years ago, in the Life Profound Realm and even the Death Profound Realm, powerful beings emerged to fight for the complete Nine Origin Creation Ruler, shattering a continent into pieces...
At that time, the artifact spirit did not elaborate on the specific battles, but even the strongest beings from the Life Profound Realm and Death Profound Realm could not possess the power to split a continental shelf!
Thus, an attack capable of destroying a continent must have originated from the Nine Origin Creation Ruler because only an Innate Mysterious Artifact could give rise to such terrifying attacks!
With this in mind, Lin Qiubai's desire to capture the Essence of Artistic Conception of Wind grew even stronger.
Before him, millions of Purple Thunder Pythons and the vast Storm Barrier extinguished all chances for Lin Qiubai.
He had no way to break through these two deadly obstacles.
"Everyone, retreat three hundred miles. I can't guarantee that if I provoke these Purple Thunder Pythons, you'll have time to escape..."
Lin Qiubai suddenly shouted, his expression grave. A suffocating aura spread outwards.
Everyone felt a chill, even the Peak of Yuan Dan Realm warriors were suddenly gripped by a sense of dread due to the oppressive atmosphere!
The cold was at its extreme.
It felt like falling into an ice cellar!
In the short span of two weeks they had spent together, they all understood Lin Qiubai's character.
Even when he had swiftly killed Tian Yan, he had never looked this serious.
His current demeanor indicated that Lin Qiubai was about to unleash even more astonishing methods, methods that could potentially endanger their lives!
Realizing this, the warriors, whether they were at the Peak of Yuan Dan Realm or other Yuan Dan Realm levels, glanced nervously at the Storm Center and contemplated for a moment. They then decisively cupped their fists toward Lin Qiubai.
"Lin Brother, take care of yourself and don't push too hard."
After saying this, the group of warriors quickly retreated, the sound of breaking air echoing around them.
At this moment, if they do not retreat, when else will they?
If they remain here with a wait-and-see attitude, when chaos erupts later, it will be awkward for them if they cannot escape!
Who knows what kind of situation Lin Qiubai can stir up?
If they anger the Thunder Python with millions of strikes, and it all comes rushing out...
"Hiss."
As everyone thought of this, they couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines!
The Vital Energy trembled, flickering at an even faster speed!
They had already made up their minds; even if there were immense Fortune here, they would not covet it.
The Thunder Python, which could instantly kill a Peak of Yuan Dan Realm warrior, and the storm that stretched for hundreds of miles were like the formations, mechanisms, and traps found in ancient strongholds.
It was extremely perilous!
The strength of a Yuan Dan Realm Warrior was far too weak; just touching it would mean death.
The Fortune at the Storm Center was no longer a treasure that a Yuan Dan Realm Warrior could aspire to.
Perhaps even a Nirvana Realm Expert would only be able to look on with envy at the resources within!
Lin Qiubai would not shed tears until he saw the coffin, so let them stir up trouble; they would not wade through this muddy water!
"You all should leave and wait three hundred miles away..."
Lin Qiubai stood at the edge of the storm, closed his eyes to gather his thoughts, and said calmly. The sharp wind howled and the sound of his robe fluttering made Lin Qiubai feel somewhat isolated in that moment.
"Will it be very dangerous?"
Yuan Chonghuan asked cautiously.
"It will be. But I must give it a try."
Lin Qiubai possessed the Nine Origin Creation Ruler, which was meant to tame the nine scattered Essence of Artistic Conception.
Right now, one of the Sources was within reach, and no matter what, Lin Qiubai had to give it a shot.
Yuan Chonghuan's expression was complex; she felt an emptiness in her heart that was difficult to bear. It was an ominous premonition.
She did not know where this premonition came from.
It was only when she saw the massive storm stretching for hundreds of miles before her that a wave of inexplicable anxiety surged within her!
Yuan Chonghuan sighed dejectedly.
She knew that if Lin Qiubai did not have a certain level of confidence, he would not act recklessly.
Once the decision is made to let go and act, even ten giant dragons cannot pull it back!
Three hours later, Lin Qiubai opened his eyes. At this moment, those martial artists had finally fled far away; even if Lin Qiubai caused a riot, it would not affect them.
"Since it is so, let me see... just how powerful the Essence of Artistic Conception nurtured by the Nine Origin Creation Ruler truly is!"
Lin Qiubai placed his hands in front of his chest, forming an intricate seal. This was the first time Lin Qiubai was able to fully activate this technique without any disturbances.
As the sealing progressed, Lin Qiubai's hand movements became increasingly rapid, his fingers leaving behind afterimages in the air. With each strange arc that overlapped, a thick black python roared and drilled into the void behind Lin Qiubai. Amidst the rumbling, the space behind him twisted into a ferocious beast's face.
"Heavenly Demon, arise!"
Lin Qiubai suddenly opened his eyes wide, and a scarlet gaze synchronized with his.
The crimson gaze shattered the space along its path, fragments of space igniting in blazing flames, forming a Fire Tunnel!
That crimson gaze then pierced through the tunnel and shot into the center of the storm!
"Heavenly Demon, three bows."
The moment Lin Qiubai's voice fell, the Sun Star dimmed, and the world lost its color.
In a radius of a thousand miles, only the dazzling purple light of millions of Thunder Pythons remained, along with the two scarlet pupils behind Lin Qiubai!
The colossal beast that stood proudly behind Lin Qiubai began to slowly kneel down, its body gradually lowering.
Its body knelt just an inch, and the entire space erupted with endless rumbling. Cracks slithered like dragons across the Void, ultimately covering the whole area with a dense network of fissures.
"Boom!"
The space of the secret realm shattered like broken glass, swirling in the air, while the omnipresent black flames began to spread rapidly alongside the collapse of the space.
"What is this…"
The martial artists who were retreating in haste turned back with faces filled with dread. Two hundred miles away at the Storm Center, millions of Thunder Pythons were rampaging, clearly on the verge of revolt!
"What kind of astonishing technique has Lin Qiubai unleashed?! Even heaven and earth have dimmed in response!"
"Is Lin Qiubai's power truly this terrifying?!"
Some martial artists found it hard to believe.
As Yuan Dan Realm Warriors themselves, they were even at the Peak of Yuan Dan Realm, seven levels higher than Lin Qiubai!
Yet even if they self-destructed, they couldn't create such a grand spectacle spanning thousands of miles!
It was utterly horrifying!
Some observant martial artists noticed that those millions of Thunder Pythons were visibly vanishing…
The Thunder Pythons were evaporating into thin air, this evaporation directly turning them into nothingness!
Seeing this scene, the awe of the warriors towards Lin Qiubai increased even further.
Meanwhile, Lin Qiubai was focused on forming seals, causing the Heavenly Demon to slowly kneel down at an extremely slow pace.
One after another, Thunder Pythons transformed into giant serpents, lunging towards Lin Qiubai. Unfortunately, the power of the supreme Dao technique was too formidable; they dissipated into blue smoke before reaching Lin Qiubai, vanishing completely…
“Hahaha… Indeed, heaven is aiding me! So many Thunder Pythons have vanished, breaking the stalemate in our battle! Now, will you not obediently submit?!”
Suddenly, a thunderous laughter echoed within the storm. That laughter pierced through the storm barrier and traveled for miles, shaking the hearts of all who heard it.
The warriors who had retreated hundreds of miles were filled with dread.
This was not Lin Qiubai's voice.
Could it be a peerless expert lurking at the center of the storm?!
Lin Qiubai's heart tightened as he flickered and dashed out.
He saw that the storm raging for millions of miles was now visibly shrinking at a frantic pace!
It was as if someone was absorbing it all into a small container.
Had his Essence of Artistic Conception been preempted by someone else?!
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