Chapter 722: The Horrifying Book of Yan Su
The True Lord Yuanmi is the strongest person in the twelfth realm. He has entered the other side of eternity for a long time and has lived for hundreds of Dayan eras.
A hundred trillion years is a long time.
He had already traveled very far to the realm of eternity, and his power was unfathomable. Although he had been nailed to death by a sword, the corpse he left behind was still extremely terrifying.
The manifested true body alone is as high as three true thoughts, and the space inside the body is even more terrifying. The true body contains endless "eternal particles", many of which have opened up a world that is one hundred trillion light years long and wide (a diameter of one hundred trillion light years is the minimum specification of the world).
When Yuanmi Zhenzhu was alive, there were countless black disaster creatures living in these particle worlds. When they were struck, none of these creatures were spared and were all annihilated.
Ninety-nine percent of the eternal particles were shattered. Only in the upper, middle and lower parts, near the core acupoints of heaven, earth and man, are the eternal particles still relatively intact. The Book of Su is most likely to exist in the universe in these areas.
In the depths of the core of Tianqiao, several figures suddenly emerged, staring with dark eyes at an eternal particle with dim divine light not far away.
"It can't be wrong, Yan Su's book is in here!"
The leading black-robed figure slowly stretched out his hand, holding up a scarlet disc. In the center of the disc engraved with strange patterns, a spike made of dim light was suspended, vibrating violently, pointing directly at the eternal particles in front.
"Humph! Curacao, Turlon and other guys died with some value. Although they wasted a drop of precious eternal blood, they accidentally led to the eternal particles that carry the Book of Words..."
"I don't know if they are just so far away or just unlucky!"
“Hahaha! He’s already dead, it must be bad luck!”
The void was turbulent, and several twisted black shadows stepped out together, staring at the scarlet disk and laughing eerily.
"We have to speed up and take the Book of Yan Su as soon as possible. You all saw the battle. That guy... is very scary!"
"This is a very bad sign. Perhaps, there are beings from the other shore in the Taihao Universe who can't help but want to intervene. After all, we are less than a small era away from the appearance of the Tomb of Transcendence."
"Well, let's do it!"
The leading black shadow flashed, instantly crossed the endless void, and appeared on the eternal particle.
Just now, from a distance, this particle looked like a speck of dust. Now, standing on top of the particle, I could clearly sense how huge it is. It is indeed the eternal particle that opened up the universe.
"cut!!"
Snap——
The arm covered with purple-gold scales raised the palm knife and slashed fiercely on the particle boundary wall. The sharp destructive force spread wildly, instantly creating a thick crack.
The source of the secret master is completely dead, and these eternal particles have become isolated, without will control, and have become fragile. If not for this, it would be difficult to harm the eternal particles with the power of the eleventh realm.
In the short time it took to break the wall, several figures broke through the air. They were all at the eleventh level of the Black Disaster Realm, and they hurried over after receiving the message.
The credit of bringing back Yan Su's book is enough to benefit all of them. It's not that they don't want to take all the credit, it's just that their strength doesn't allow it.
The Book of Yan Su is not so easy to take away...
Following the guidance of the spikes on the disc, a group of more than a dozen twisted figures stepped forward one after another and soon appeared in the depths of the core of the world here.
In the pitch-black void, there is a continent that spans tens of thousands of light years. In the pitch-black darkness without any light, the surface of the continent still emits a hazy light. The texture is extremely hard. Looking into its origin, the entire continent is made up of the top-grade immortal material, Nine Nether Black-veined Gold.
Snap!
The scarlet disc trembled violently, and then shattered completely. The sharp spike shot out violently and penetrated deeply into the continent below.
"Hmph! Broken——"
Sharp claws slowly stretched out, and the purple-gold scales that were shining with divine light seemed transparent, with endless strange patterns swirling and entwined in it, condensing into countless indifferent vertical pupils.
The purple-gold palm that covered the sky and the sun grasped the continent in its palm and clenched it tightly. An extremely terrifying force exploded. The Nine Nether Black-veined Gold, which could be used to make the main material for immortal weapons, was as fragile as soil and was shattered, revealing the things wrapped deep inside.
This is an altar with four sides that is completely black. At the top, many thick chains extend out, entwined in the void, forming an airtight sphere.
The purple-gold claws slowly closed and tightly grasped the black altar. They pulled violently, stretching the chain straight. The great power dissipated, and the surrounding space and time were instantly shattered. Even so, it was difficult to move at all. The chain ball seemed to be fixed in the void, not moving at all.
Seeing this, the owner of the claws could only give up, retracted his palm, looked at the thin figure beside him, and said in a serious voice: "Abrook!"
"clear!"
Abrook nodded slightly, took a step forward, and instantly appeared on the altar. He stretched out his silver-white little hand, pinched complicated spells, and chanted strange incantations.
Crash!!
The dense chains vibrated with a humming sound, and the patterns engraved on their surface kept flashing with strange light. The tightly wrapped sphere began to loosen slowly, revealing gaps, and soft white light emanated from them.
"The Book of Yan Su!"
His tone was filled with strong desire and longing, as if he wanted to take it for himself immediately.
Through the gaps in the chains, they all saw that in the hazy white light, there was a simple and ancient book floating quietly. It was snow-white, as if it was carved from white jade. On the front, there were two mysterious Taoist texts engraved - Yan Su! "Be careful!!"
Abrook raised his head suddenly, a trace of fear flashed in the red eyes under the hood, his will spread, and he shouted a warning.
Everyone's expressions froze, as if they were poured with a basin of cold water. The desire in their eyes vanished, and a chill ran down their spines. Without time to think, they each used their own methods to disperse and hide in all directions.
The Book of Yan Su is more than just a key. How can a creation of a transcendent being so simple? Crash!
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The jade-like book trembled slightly and automatically turned a page. There was nothing inside. It was actually a wordless book.
On the blank pages of the book, very abruptly, lines slowly emerged, as if there was an invisible being writing quickly. In less than a moment, a vivid painting appeared in the book.
"So, is that me??"
A powerful black disaster master escaped and hid in a causal line that he had cut off, and temporarily removed his existence from the world. It was an extremely clever means of concealment. At this moment, he was looking at Yan Su's book with horror.
The painting on the book showed an eight-armed, green-faced ghost ape covered with red hair, with dull eyes and a shattered body. It was being crushed to death by a huge pure white hand that extended beyond the pages of the book!
"No!!"
A chill surged in my heart, and a great fear of impending death completely overwhelmed my mind.
Roar, roar, roar! The eight-armed green-faced ghost ape roared in fear and stepped out of the causal line, revealing its true form. Its huge body broke through the void, and half of its fierce head stretched out of the boundary wall, with a terrified look on its face, ready to break through the air and leave.
Snap!
Yan Suzhi's book suddenly closed, as if it was the final word, and the sound echoed heavily in everyone's heart.
The eight-armed, green-faced ghost ape had a ferocious look on its face, and the divine light in its eyes gradually faded. The universe was shattered, and an infinitely large, pure white hand appeared from nowhere and at some unknown time, and tightly grasped the ghost ape's majestic body, just as it was depicted in the painting in the book, without any difference.
An eleventh realm being who had concluded the timeline died in such a strange way, just like an ant, without any power to resist.
Gurgle!
All the Black Disaster warriors who saw this scene felt their throats dry and astringent. The strange attack from Yan Su's Book was beyond their understanding. It was a power of a higher level.
"What are you still standing there for!?"
"The adults above have said that the Book of Yan Su is ownerless at this moment. It will attack only because of its instinctive hostility towards us. It will not continue to attack in the short term."
"Ghost Ape is such an idiot! He made such a big noise, it will probably attract Taihao's rats soon. We have to hurry..."
The void twisted, and more than a dozen figures stepped out together, each holding a stone slab with a tangled and twisted pattern painted on it.
He made a hand gesture and threw out the stone slab. Countless lines wriggled and extended out, connecting and entangled with each other. The stone slab instantly combined into a multi-sided irregular box with a strange aura, and its opening was facing Yan Su's book.
"In the name of Allah, the foolish child—"
"Seal!!"
(End of this chapter)