Rebirth as a Willow Tree, building the strongest tribe in all of eternity-Chapter 802 - 537 The New Master of the Burial Domain
Chapter 802: Chapter 537: The New Master of the Burial Domain, Slaughter in the River of Time
Chapter 802: Chapter 537: The New Master of the Burial Domain, Slaughter in the River of Time
“Pu-chi…”
In the gloomy skies of the Burial Domain.
The gigantic body of the Master of the Burial Domain slammed heavily onto the ground, a vast ocean of blood cascading from his enormous, majestic form like rivers spilling forth from the sky.
Yet, it didn’t fall to the ground but hovered under the dome of heaven.
Every drop weighed thousands of pounds; each seemed infinite, unimaginable, like countless scarlet stars twinkling.
At that moment.
The boundless dome of the Burial Domain seemed to transform into a bright, blood-red color.
All beings within sight were engulfed in an intense crimson, as if densely-packed Flesh Flowers torn from chests filled the space.
Ominous and terrifying.
It was as if an inconceivable being was weeping blood.
It was as if the heaven itself was coughing up blood.
To the Burial Domain, the Master of the Burial Domain was the sky, the unquestionable one.
He bore the entire Burial Domain on his back, his corporeal body a manifestation of the will of all beings within this realm, and any injury to him would result in exaggerated and bizarre phenomena across the domain.
Within the Burial Domain, countless beings fell into despair.
Just two arrows, and the Master of the Burial Domain was spilling blood, his true body pierced, flesh indistinct.
Most terrifying.
The arrows were shrouded with unimaginable Curse and erosion, relentlessly consuming the vast body of the Master of the Burial Domain, seemingly intent on sucking away all the essence of his flesh and blood.
What originally seemed like a trivial blood hole to the Master of the Burial Domain expanded at a visible rate in an instant.
In the blink of an eye, that blood hole had spread to nearly one-fifth of its size.
One must understand how colossal the true body of the Master of the Burial Domain was, almost like a whole galaxy waving in the starry sky, where one-fifth equates to the size of hundreds of thousands of planets.
This was terrifying.
And profoundly shocking.
Because it truly could threaten his life.
The Master of the Burial Domain had practiced for an untold number of years, having reached a level unfathomable and unpredictable by mortal life.
At this level, he was already immortal, undying and indestructible; unless his Primordial Spirit was annihilated, his death was an impossibility.
Yet today.
Two seemingly ordinary arrows were on the verge of erasing the existence of this supreme being.
“Boom…”
As the colossal body of the Master of the Burial Domain fell, countless chunks of flesh peeled off his body, rolling like boulders, hard and sticky, crushing boundless mountains into powder.
“Domain Master!”
Cries of the Burial Kings rang out: mourning, wailing, filled with horror and fear.
But then.
All sounds abruptly ceased.
Because from the dome of this domain, an unimaginable terrible pressure emerged, akin to mountains bearing down, so oppressive that all beings struggled to breathe.
In that instant, the air seemed to freeze.
The pressure immobilized all creatures, their bodies uncontrollably kneeling to the ground.
Even the Burial Kings and Immortal Kings, who were normally above all, did the same, indistinguishable from common mortal beings, trembling, like ants under an emperor’s might, or like solitary boats in a raging storm.
At this time.
In the heavens above.
A massive black portal appeared abruptly, tearing through untold worlds, finally settling above the Burial Domain.
The portal towered, its surface etched with unfathomable totems and reliefs, emanating unparalleled mystery, an ancient air, as if unimaginable eons had passed within, utterly indescribable in words.
And the next moment.
A figure shrouded in black mist slowly emerged from behind that huge black portal.
The figure was of average height; wrapped in an intense black mist, not a hint of true features could be seen.
But the moment the Black Shadow appeared, a dreadful might of the Great Taoist radiated, causing Heaven and Earth to tremble.
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This wasn’t a true body, merely an unimaginable will incarnate, descending here.
But even so, it made the Ten Thousand Clans tremble, all beings palpitate, and as that terrifying will descended, the domain seemed as if doomsday had arrived.
“Great… my lord, you have truly descended!”
Seeing the misty black figure, Kun Qu promptly prostrated and crawled forward, his demeanor humbling to the core as he knelt to the figure, his voice filled with awe and madness.
If other beings were to witness this scene, they would probably be shocked blind.
Who was Kun Qu?
He was a leading figure of the Alien Territory, the unquestioned strongest entity of that domain, who had reigned over the Immortal Border for countless years.
Even renowned figures such as An Lan and Yu Tuo, who were well-known across the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, had to address themselves as juniors before him.
Truly exalted.
Truly gazing down upon all beings.
Truly witnessing the change of epochs and the succession of history.
But now, he was actually bowing and pledging allegiance to a shadowy black figure, even calling himself a servant.
And it wasn’t just Kun Qu.
An Lan, Yu Tuo, King of Pu Demon, and other Immortal Kings of the Alien Territory did the same.
With an even lower stance.
A group of Immortal Kings, at this moment, displayed a devout attitude as if worshipping the azure sky of the Blue Sea.
Baffling and unimaginable.
“Kun Qu, you did very well; had you not taken action, this seat could not have sensed the malicious intent of the Master of the Burial Domain. Your domain deserves reward!”
