allonlinenovel Chapter 988 If it can't be done, then there's no need to do it.
Chapter 988 If it can't be done, then there's no need to do it.
Outside the Obsidian Continent, the golden figure slowly spoke, his voice calm yet carrying a chilling coldness, like millions of years-old ice rubbing against each other. Every word seemed to be accompanied by an extremely cold gale that could freeze the soul, sweeping across the Black Profound Immortal's sea of consciousness and instantly extinguishing the last spark of hope in his heart.
Damn it, this person really is that villain!
Black Profound Immortal's heart trembled violently, and his soul felt a sharp pain upon confirmation. But since he possessed such late-stage sixth-rank cultivation, he could have simply attacked directly back then. Why go through the trouble of sending so many True Immortal avatars to infiltrate the Obsidian Continent?
A deep sense of doubt flashed in his eyes: one or two near-third-grade True Immortal avatars might not be a threat to a sixth-grade True Immortal, but the consecutive loss of eleven near-third-grade True Immortal avatars would be a devastating blow, even to a sixth-grade True Immortal. Each True Immortal avatar requires a massive amount of resources and a certain amount of primordial divine soul as a foundation for refinement. Too many avatars lost would inevitably shake the foundation of one's Dao, slow down cultivation progress, and even affect the potential to reach higher realms in the future.
A true immortal would never be so unwise.
It can't be... because his cultivation level has undergone a tremendous breakthrough in just a hundred chaotic eras?
What a joke! At their level of cultivation, each breakthrough takes hundreds or thousands of cosmic eras.
Even if that villain is constantly in a state of time acceleration, at most a few dozen cosmic eras will pass, and he can break through a small realm, which is the limit. It is absolutely impossible for him to make a significant breakthrough.
at this time……
The golden figure stepped forward, and the primordial runes on his purple-gold armor suddenly lit up, their light, like billions of stars, converging into a pillar of light that pierced through heaven and earth. His aura surged several times over again, like a silent ancient divine mountain pressing down, its pressure even greater than before, carrying a domineering force capable of crushing all rules.
“Click…click…click…”
The protective barrier, which had barely healed, trembled violently once more under this terrifying pressure. The dark purple light wall flickered like a candle in a storm, and crisscrossing cracks spread wildly across the barrier at a visible speed. The thickest crack was nearly a million cosmic years wide, winding across the light wall like a ferocious chaotic dragon, with streams of void turbulence gushing out from the cracks, emitting sharp howls.
The runes that had been re-condensed shattered inch by inch within the cracks, turning into specks of eerie light that vanished without a trace. The luster of the light barrier dimmed at a visible speed, as if it would completely collapse at any moment, turning into dust and ashes.
The entire Obsidian Continent trembled slightly under this oppressive force. The earth cracked with spiderweb-like patterns, the depths of which were unfathomable. The millennia-old snow on the mountain peaks fell in a flurry, stirring up a sky full of snow mist. Even the clouds in the sky were pressed low, clinging to the mountaintops, as if they might collapse at any moment, burying everything below and turning it into a desolate ruin.
......
Heixuantian, Heixuantian Palace.
The violent tremors emanating from the protective barrier spread through the void to the palace. The black gold pillars supporting the dome inside the palace emitted a mournful "humming" sound, and the defensive runes engraved on the pillars exploded one after another, turning into golden sparks. The array patterns that had solidified on the floor tiles lit up inch by inch, but then dimmed one after another under the invisible pressure, like a candle flickering in the wind.
The Black Spring Ancestor and the Black Luo Ancestor sat cross-legged in the center of the array, their hands forming hand seals to maintain the operation of the clan's protective array. When the terrifying pressure, which had increased several times over, pressed down like the sky collapsing, the two of them simultaneously groaned, spitting out a mouthful of golden blood. The blood droplets splashed onto the array plate in front of them, instantly evaporating into a blood-red mist, intertwining with the runes on the array plate to form a desolate red, exuding an aura of despair.
"puff......"
The Black Spring Ancestor's chest heaved violently, and the Gray Mist Shield hovered above his head. The shield, which was already severely damaged and had not yet healed, was now covered with new marks. Spiderweb-like cracks spread across the entire shield, and its spiritual light dimmed to the point of almost being extinguished.
The Black Luo Ancestor beside him was also in a miserable state. His right arm was twisted unnaturally, revealing his pale white immortal bones. It was clear that he had injured his bones and muscles when he forcibly activated his immortal power. Black blood dripped from between his fingers, making small pits on the ground.
The three third-rank True Immortals were not spared either. The one closest to the array's core immediately fell off his prayer mat, clutching his chest and coughing up blood. Golden blood stained his clothes, and his divine soul and light became transparent due to the impact of the pressure, as if they would collapse at any moment. The other two, though barely holding on, were as pale as paper, their immortal light flickering intermittently, and their aura visibly weakening. Even maintaining their sitting posture was extremely difficult.
The entire Black Profound Heaven Palace was shrouded in deathly silence, with only the heavy breathing of the crowd and the creaking sound of the great formation on the verge of collapse. They could clearly feel that the power of the clan's protective formation was rapidly dissipating. The protective barrier that had protected the Obsidian Clan for thousands of cosmic eras was nearing its end and could hardly hold on for much longer.
......
Protect the inner side of the barrier.
"Oh no, this villain has more to hide."
Black Profound Immortal's pupils suddenly contracted, as if frozen by ten thousand years of ice. His heart sank to the bottom, and even his breath carried icy shards.
The sudden surge of pressure was as tangible as it came crashing down, carrying a sharp edge that could tear apart the soul. Its power was probably not much less than that of those perfect sixth-grade True Immortals!
A mere late-stage sixth-rank True Immortal was already overwhelming the Obsidian Clan; if the opponent were truly a perfect sixth-rank cultivator, they would have absolutely no power to resist.
Once war breaks out, even the chance of escape will be extremely slim. The legacy of the Obsidian Clan, spanning thousands of cosmic eras, could very well be extinguished, turning into dust of history without a trace.
No, we absolutely cannot fight this battle!
Black Profound Immortal clenched his teeth, blood seeping from his gums, and quickly made a decision. With his left hand forming a hand seal, he mobilized the primal will deep within the Obsidian Continent. Countless pale purple streams surged from beneath the earth, flowing like dragons into the protective barrier, attempting to fill the jagged cracks. His right hand slowly lowered, his back bent even lower, almost touching the ground. His once upright spine, faced with the absolute disparity in strength, was forced into a humiliating arc, revealing utter helplessness.
"Senior, please calm down!" The voice of the Black Profound True Immortal trembled with barely concealed humility. "This junior knows that our Obsidian Clan was blind and offended you. Our clan is willing to compensate you tenfold for the loss of your True Immortal avatar. We hope that you will forgive us for our petty transgressions."
As for the six True Immortals, including the Black Moon Ancestor who was suppressed, and the Wanbao Palace that was looted, True Immortal Hei Xuan didn't mention them at all.
The weak are bound to be bullied; this is an immutable law.
Now that we are weaker than others, even if we have a lot of resentment and bitterness in our hearts, we can only endure it and swallow all the bitterness.
"Tenfold compensation? Then use the lives of your remaining eight True Immortals and their incarnations to make up for it." The golden figure stepped forward again, his voice devoid of any emotion, yet carrying an undeniable resolve.
The Obsidian Clan's most core treasure hall has been completely looted by them. Now, among the remaining resources, only these True Immortals are still worthy of his attention.
It wouldn't matter if we let the other cultivators below True Immortal go—they're just a bunch of ants. Even if we devoured and refined them all, they might not be as good as the essence of a First-Rank True Immortal. They're just useless and a waste of time.
But these words struck Hei Xuanzhenxian like a thunderclap, making his blood almost freeze. He looked up abruptly, his eyes filled with disbelief and horror, and even the strength maintaining the barrier nearly collapsed: "Senior, this... this junior is afraid I cannot comply!"
The Eight True Immortals are the last foundation of the Obsidian Clan. Without them, what difference is there between the clan and annihilation? Even if this elder keeps his promise and doesn't exterminate them, the other two overlords in the southern part of the Azure Spirit Sea, as well as the surrounding True Immortal forces eyeing them covetously, will never let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. At that time, the best outcome for the Obsidian Clan will be nothing more than becoming a slave clan at the mercy of others, with even the hope of surviving a mere shadow of their former selves.
"Senior, please change your terms," the Black Profound Immortal pleaded, bowing even lower, almost prostrating himself. "Our clan is willing to offer control of all our affiliated continents, only asking that you leave behind our clan's legacy!"
"If it can't be done, then there's no need to do it!"
The golden figure's tone turned cold, and the light from his purple-gold armor suddenly intensified, as if millions of golden needles were piercing the void. The killing intent emanating from him enveloped the entire Obsidian Continent as if it were a tangible substance, causing the temperature between heaven and earth to drop sharply.
"Senior, do you really intend to wipe us out completely? Although our clan is no match for you, if we fight to the death, even if you manage to destroy our clan, you will pay a heavy price! You might even damage your foundation and make it difficult to advance your cultivation any further!"
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