Chapter 716: Source Secret True Lord

Three Great Eras ago, there was a mysterious seven-colored divine light that crossed the realm of absolute nothingness and fell at the intersection of the two great whirlpools of white and black.

The seven-colored light has an unknown origin and its essential form cannot be described. It triggered a terrible war with far-reaching consequences, involving many heavens and even causing the fall of transcendent beings.

The great whirlpool of the white heavens and the red spiral arm of Luan Hong were just a part of the area affected by the war.

Less than a Great Era has passed since the end of the war, and the aftermath of the war has not yet disappeared. All kinds of terrible relics have evolved into battlefields of black and white confrontations.

The heavens where the Howling Abyss battlefield is located are called "Taihao". It is the world of infinite multiverse structure, and it is also where Bai Donglin landed.

I saw that in the absolute nothingness, a round, huge gray-red sphere was slowly rotating and moving rapidly along a certain trajectory.

This object is so huge that it is difficult to measure it with ordinary units.

Among the supreme beings above the eleventh realm, there is a special unit that belongs only to them, used to describe length (distance), called - thought.

The unit of "light year", which has been unified as "one light year is ten trillion kilometers", can cope with general situations, but the universe is too vast, and to a certain extent, the light year is no longer applicable to all things.

Therefore, the unit of length "thought" was defined as the distance that can be crossed in a single thought by the supreme being above the eleventh realm.

There are three levels of concepts.

True thought, based on the eleven true self realms as the standard of measurement, one "true thought" is equal to one trillion light years, or one trillion light years.

Constant thought takes the twelve eternal beyond-shore realms as the standard of measurement; one constant thought is equal to ten thousand true thoughts.

Super-thought is measured by the state of thirteen transcendent beings. One super-thought is equal to ten thousand constant thoughts.

The Taihao heavens cruising in the realm of nothingness are round like a ball, with an outer radius of one hundred and one constant thoughts. The size of the internal space is unknown.

Above this huge thing, there is a vague figure that is "visible to the naked eye" with a ferocious bird head, six pairs of wings, and eight thick tentacles on the lower body.

This corpse was three true thoughts tall, a terrifying thirty trillion light years. Although it had been dead for who knows how many years, it still exuded a terrifying aura, and faint cries of resentment could be heard from its open beak.

The chest of the corpse was pierced by an invisible sword and nailed firmly to the boundary wall of "Taihao Zhutian". The huge wound was deep and dark, and connected with the gap in the boundary wall, forming the so-called Howling Abyss.

Bai Donglin turned into a light and escaped. After a while of running, his brows slowly frowned.

"How deep is this Howling Abyss? Why hasn't it reached the bottom yet..."

In his opinion, this abyss should be the wall of the heavens that was torn apart by the great war. After crossing it, he could reach the realm of absolute nothingness that carried countless heavens. At the same time, he would enter the ruins of the battlefield.

But after running for a long time, there was still darkness in front of him, and the wailing in his mind showed no sign of dissipating.

This means that he still has not escaped from the Howling Abyss.

"Moreover, the deeper you go, the wider the abyss becomes, like an upside-down funnel."

Bai Donglin's will continued to extend in all directions, and the size of the abyss was completely under his control.

"Is it the Black Disaster's army again?"

Bai Donglin's expression changed, and a group of huge warships, which were completely black and shaped like cones, broke into his perception.

This was the seventh wave of black disaster army he had encountered.

"Haha, my experimental samples can be replenished again."

His expression turned cold, there was no point in communicating, he just stretched out his hand, and the space in front of him suddenly twisted and collapsed wildly. The conical battleship sensed the abnormality, trembled slightly, and ejected endless black light, madly cutting through the collapsed space and time.

Moreover, figures stepped out one after another, looking around with grim eyes.

"Intruder! How dare you come this far? You're seeking death!"

"kill--"

Roar, roar, roar! More than a dozen beings comparable to the Tenth Realm roared in unison, with great pressure, their bodies rose wildly, and many terrifying attacks bombarded the surrounding space and time at the same time.

"A group of ants dare to talk about courage?"

Bai Donglin had an indifferent expression, his hand that covered the sky did not stop for a moment, he clenched it tightly, and the space and time in his palm was forcibly squeezed into a hot singularity.

The warships and the powerful black disaster warriors wrapped in it fell from the real dimension one after another, turning into illusory zero-dimensional existences and were suppressed in the singularity.

Bai Donglin lowered his eyebrows and glanced at the singularity in the palm of his hand. Then he flipped his hand and sent it into the hellish world inside his body, handing it to the clones who were busy in the laboratory.

He allocated a lot of his mental power to explore the creatures of the Black Disaster, vowing to deconstruct their existence as soon as possible. Knowing oneself and the enemy, one can win every battle, which is more conducive to his planning for his own interests.

After easily getting rid of the black disaster army, Bai Donglin continued to escape to the bottom of the abyss without stopping. After traveling for tens of millions of light years again, he suddenly stopped and raised his eyebrows slightly.

The smell of "same kind".

It was an eleventh-level existence who, like him, had also gathered the timeline. A majestic aura roared from below and locked him tightly.

"Finally, it's a little interesting."

Bai Donglin's mouth corners slightly raised, his eyes flashed with divine light, his figure moved, and his fist carrying tremendous destructive power had already slammed in front of the figure.

"Human race..."

A blurry figure that seemed to be formed by dark light suddenly raised his head. Deep in his head that was like a whirlpool of nebula, there were two dark purple suns floating. Those were his eyes.

"kill!!"

The same punch was thrown out, seemingly ordinary, but the surrounding space and time were affected by it, and it directly boiled and burned, evaporating into nothingness.

The fist spanned time and space, with its breath as the anchor coordinate, and the fist pointed directly at the figure that existed at every time node in the past.

"Huh?"

The figure of the black disaster creature paused, and the violent purple light in his eyes flickered. Obviously, he sensed something abnormal about Bai Donglin.

The means of erasing across time is extremely useful in killing cultivators below the eleventh realm. It can be called a dimensionality reduction attack and can directly erase the cause of birth.

But if both sides in the war are at the eleventh realm, this trick will not be of much use.

Every time point in the past, including the newly born baby and even the life factors that are just beginning to grow in the mother's body, are the only true projections of his reality and have the same power as his present self.

What puzzled Heizai was that he did not see the source of Bai Donglin's time, as if it was obscured by some terrifying force. He only captured the time node after Bai Donglin achieved the eleventh realm.

"strangeness!"

Although he was puzzled, he did not care too much. After all, they were both beings of the same level, and it was impossible to erase each other's source of time.

Therefore, the characteristics of transcending time and space caused by the same realm are offset. If we want to determine the winner, we can only look at the strength of the two parties in reality.

In a flash, Bai Donglin's fist collided with the Black Disaster warrior.

Boom! !

Everything visible and invisible was shattered as far as the eye could see. The Howling Abyss trembled violently, and the cracks on the walls of the heavens, which were covered in the deep black fog at its edge, seemed to become larger as a result.

"Ahem! How, how is this possible?!"

"What a terrifying power..."

The figure of the Black Disaster master froze, his body constantly rotating between reality and illusion, and the purple "sun" in Nebula's head was directly shaken into nothingness.

"In the same realm, no one can defeat me, Bai Donglin!"

Golden flames burst out from Bai Donglin's eyes. He had just thrown an ordinary punch without using any magical powers or various amplifying secret techniques or forbidden skills.

The terrifying power bestowed upon him by the One Yuan Spirit Acupoint directly crushes those at the same realm. Putting aside the realm characteristics possessed by both parties, who can defeat him in the face of absolute power?

"This man is terrifying! No one can defeat him!"

"escape--"

Among the black disaster creatures, those who can break through to the eleventh realm are not fools, and they can also control the twisted evil and killing desire in their hearts. They are completely different from those black disaster creatures who do not have reason.

Knowing clearly that he was invincible and even in danger of falling, the blurred figure staggered for a while, retreated decisively, raised his hand to disrupt time and space into a mess, and then died.

Bai Donglin's eyes flashed slightly and he slowly retracted his fist. He did not take the opportunity to kill the opponent, but sensed the opponent's breath and followed him.

He had already sensed that something was wrong with the Howling Abyss.

The previous plan to go directly through the abyss to the realm of nothingness had to be changed.

This guy who was frightened by his punch might know something. If he follows him, he should be able to get a glimpse of the bottom of the abyss.

Two figures, one in front and one behind, one chasing and one fleeing, crossed the thick and sticky black fog and stopped in the void somewhere in the abyss.

"Humph! How dare you follow me? You are such a fool!"

The blurry figure suddenly looked back, his dark purple eyes staring straight at Bai Donglin. His eyes, which had just recondensed, flashed with a hint of sarcasm, and then he opened his palms and slapped the air in front of him hard.

Crack! ! The void was like crystal, shattered, and scarlet cracks spread wildly in all directions. At the intersection of the cracks, there was a rapidly rotating scarlet vortex.

He glared at Bai Donglin provocatively, then took a step forward and stepped into the scarlet vortex.

Bai Donglin's figure flashed and appeared in the void. The scarlet cracks were instantly restored, and the vortex that led to nowhere also dissipated.

"Interesting, is this the secret of the Howling Abyss?"

Bai Donglin narrowed his eyes slightly, and his gaze, condensed by endless Taoist texts, scanned back and forth. From the perspective of dimension, time and space, and dimension, he did not find any abnormality in the void here.

With a flick of his finger, a beam of light shot out, piercing through the void, revealing a deep, dark hole.

It was clearly the same void node, and it was destroyed with violence in the same way, but the results were completely different.

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"The Howling Abyss is extremely strange. If we keep diving down, I'm afraid we will never reach the Realm of Nothingness. In that case..."

Bai Donglin's expression became serious. He raised his hand and slashed, creating a crack in time and space. His figure moved and he stepped into it, returning to the moment three breaths ago, when the vague creature had just broken through the void.

Before the Black Disaster warrior could react, Bai Donglin, with an indifferent expression, had already stepped into the scarlet vortex.

"You are a powerful human being. Although you are extremely powerful, it seems that your brain is not working well."

"Do you really think you can do whatever you want?!"

Purple light gushed out of the blurry figure's eyes. He did not stop Bai Donglin, but let him step into the scarlet vortex. A flash of cruelty and coldness appeared in his eyes, and then he followed closely and stepped into the vortex.

…

"What the hell is this place?"

Bai Donglin passed through the vortex channel, and with a clear consciousness, in just a moment, he appeared in a world where black and red light intertwined.

He knew in his heart that if he rashly followed the black disaster creature into an unknown place, the chance of encountering danger would be as high as 99%. But he had the protection of immortality and could self-destruct at any time, so he was naturally fearless.

The resurrection using particles, clones, etc. as anchors can ignore all bans and suppressions. Even the isolation of the transcendent's "war" cannot affect his self-destruction and resurrection.

He didn't believe that there was anything in the world that could surpass the isolation barrier that the transcendent had created with all his might.

Bai Donglin suppressed the doubts in his heart, and his will spread rapidly and quietly in all directions.

The first thing to be affected was the towering blood-red altar under his feet, which was engraved with strange and twisted lines. Once an ordinary cultivator took a look at these lines, his consciousness would be distorted immediately and he would degenerate into a deformed and extremely evil creature.

On the wide platform of the altar, there are scarlet stairs extending from top to bottom. At this moment, they are all kneeling with black disaster creatures with all kinds of strange appearances and auras.

The moment Bai Donglin appeared, the countless black disaster creatures who were kneeling devoutly suddenly raised their heads and stared at his eyes with extremely gloomy eyes.

"Human race, invaders..."

"kill!!"

Roar, roar, roar! There is no fear of the strong from the weak.

The strange structure of the black disaster creatures and their twisted and crazy consciousness helped them break free from the oppressive shackles from the life level.

For ordinary creatures, this is simply unbelievable, but Hei Zai did it easily, as if it was instinct. No matter how strong or weak he was, he pounced on Bai Donglin frantically.

"Chaos Maelstrom!"

Bai Donglin stood in the center of the altar, facing the charge that could tear the sky and the earth apart, his expression remained calm, his eyes were deep and indifferent, and he threw his hand lightly, and a small vortex of chaos flew upwards.

The vortex hovered in the air, spun violently, and expanded rapidly. In an instant, it covered the sky and the sun, and enveloped the area around the altar and billions of miles of space and time, and then suddenly fell down.

After the roar and clamor, the scarlet altar and the countless frantic figures disappeared, swallowed up by the vortex of chaos.

A moment later, a piece of information emerged in Bai Donglin's mind. As he digested it, his expression changed slightly.

In the world of hell, there stand many towering laboratories, in which the flow of time has been changed. Faced with different samples of black disaster creatures, the flow of time is either accelerated or completely stagnant. Under the control of the incarnation, countless cruel experiments have been conducted.

Although it is difficult to understand the creatures of the black disaster, after accumulating experimental data time and time again, we have finally made some progress.

One of the achievements is the method of extracting memory information from Black Disaster creatures. Although the success rate is not high and the efficiency is extremely low, only about one ten-thousandth of the information can be read from each Black Disaster creature until it dies.

It had just devoured a large number of creatures around the altar, and after piecing together the fragmentary memory information it had read, it had obtained a piece of useful information.

"I see!"

"Is this the truth about the Howling Abyss?"

Bai Donglin's eyes flickered slightly, and in his mind, there was a picture floating like a piece of fragments.

It was an extremely huge round sphere and a huge corpse with a strange appearance, nailed firmly to the boundary wall of Taihao Heavens.

"So, I am now inside that corpse? A supreme being at the top of the twelfth realm, whose name is - Yuanmi Zhenzhu!"

"Tsk! It's really scary!!"

Bai Donglin's slightly closed eyes were flashing with a bright white light. If the True Lord of Yuanmi was still alive, he would destroy himself and escape without saying a word, regardless of friend or foe. This was the basic respect for the eternal other side.

Fortunately, this was just a corpse. Yuanmi Zhenzhu was completely dead. He died in that great battle and was nailed to death in the Taihao Heavens by a sword from some big boss.

All that was left was this huge corpse filled with the Three True Thoughts and the everlasting miserable wails.

"wrong!!"

Bai Donglin's eyes suddenly lit up. He found a hint of secret from among the many pieces of fragmented information. The things left behind by the Source Secret Master were definitely more than that.

Otherwise, how could there be so many powerful people who would go deep into this place again and again?

They are looking for something that can attract beings from the eleventh realm to flock here. This thing must be something extraordinary.

From the information, we learned that in addition to the strong men from the Black Disaster side, there are also many beings from the eleven realms of the Taihao Heavens who stay here and are unwilling to leave for a long time.

The two sides were in the same room, and were both looking for the same thing. Over the long years, countless wars had broken out. It was only because the corpse of Yuanmi Zhenzhu was strong enough, otherwise it would have been shattered long ago.

"This body of the Source Secret Lord is really fresh!"

Bai Donglin raised the corners of his mouth, a hint of interest flashed in his eyes, and he looked around as if he was looking at delicacies.

In the only true world, he met the corpses of the twelve realms, no matter whether it was A'lan, Yaoyao, the old man sitting in the stone tablet space, or the big man at the end of the Styx, their bodies were all exhausted, using up everything, like dry bones.

A'lan did leave behind a broken finger that contained a trace of his origin, which brought him many benefits.

But this source of secret Lord is different!

The corpse was extremely well preserved, and the real body was so huge, it was obvious that the origin had not been completely wiped out. The big man who slashed it with a sword used a very clever way to wipe out the source of the true master.

"I want this corpse!"

"And that treasure is mine, too!"

Having made up his mind, Bai Donglin felt happy. Suddenly, the void around him twisted violently, interrupting his reverie.

"Humans, are they rats from Taeho again?"

A long sword with weeping blood, speaking human words, the blade pointed directly at Bai Donglin.

"Curaçao, be careful, this guy is very strong."

Bai Donglin slowly looked over at the familiar voice. Wasn't that the guy whose eyes were blown out by his punch just now? "Strong?"

"Haha, if we attack together, no matter how strong he is, he is still at the eleventh level. How can he turn the world upside down?"

Ha, I seem to be underestimated by these guys! Bai Donglin raised the corner of his mouth, and a dangerous light flashed in the depths of his slightly narrowed eyes.

(End of this chapter)