Star Trace Gate

In the cold, boundless universe, starlight adorns the eternal night, glowing softly...

Outside the Divine Tomb and Immortal Palace, a "dead" person dressed in five-dragon silver armor, wearing cloud-piercing boots and a silver crown seemed to hear the storyteller's call and slowly awoke from the long river of past years.

His face was deathly pale, streaked with tears, and his body was devoid of any life force, only emanating an extremely terrifying aura of the Great Dao, which slowly permeated the surrounding area.

changed!

The storyteller had completely changed. He seemed to have shed all his own characteristics and truly become this "dead" man in silver armor and a silver crown.

The terrifying pressure of the Great Dao surged endlessly, like misty clouds, omnipresent, echoing and illuminating the scenes of divine tombs, immortal palaces, and fallen star rivers.

In the distance, Jiu Han and the other four, upon seeing this scene, were also trying their best to sense the state of the "silver-armored corpse," and were filled with fear and confusion.

They were all top-tier Black Qi level experts, absolutely outstanding in this Illusory Village, yet at this moment, they could not suppress the fear that welled up in their hearts.

The higher the level of expertise, the more aware they are of their own capabilities, and the more sensitive they are to danger and the unknown. They sensed the omnipresent pressure of the Great Dao, and knew perfectly well that a terrifying power was awakening at that moment…

That power was comparable to the golden coffin in the Tomb of the Gods, and perhaps even higher in rank, rivaling the eeriness and ominousness deep within the Tomb of the Gods…

Jiu Han and the other four had never been to the Divine Tomb, but they had felt the oppressive aura of the Li family's bronze coffin during the Li-Yin conflict; they had also witnessed the astonishing phenomenon of the Qian family awakening the Divine Tomb coffin long ago, but compared to the silver-armored corpse before them, neither of these was enough...

Therefore, they speculated that only beings above the level of the Golden Coffin in the Divine Tomb might be able to rival the terrifying power of this resurgence before them.

Faced with this "unknown" power, Jiu Han and the others' confidence plummeted, and they showed signs of fear and unease.

"How...how could this be?! This death row inmate has completely transformed into another person, as if he died and was resurrected. This...this is truly unbelievable!" The old man leaning on his cane exclaimed in astonishment, "Although there are countless methods in the world, all leading to the same path, each lineage has completely contradictory cultivation methods. Before reaching the other shore, these lineages are absolutely incompatible...but this death row inmate has actually transformed himself completely into someone else. His inherited secret techniques, spiritual energy, physical differences, etc...are all completely different now...!"

“No ordinary lineage of the Ancient Path of Words could possibly do this. What... what kind of evil magic has he cultivated?!”

The white-haired old man trembled all over, his words were agitated, and when his cloudy eyes looked at the silver-armored corpse, it was as if he had seen a ghost, his face full of disbelief.

For these five powerful individuals, the storyteller's current behavior was indeed too frightening. It was like a studious student sitting obediently in a university classroom, only to see a female finance professor suddenly go berserk, pull a Gatling gun from under her desk, and then transform into a burly middle-aged general. He then abruptly pushes open the door, unleashes a burst of fire onto the parade ground, and begins giving a military lecture…

They were unaware of the storyteller's origins, experiences, and the various sacrifices he had made. They were also unaware that the Ancient Path of Words was an extremely heaven-defying inheritance, requiring extremely rigorous advancement tests and unique innate conditions for every step taken.

"Damn it, who cares what kind of demonic arts he cultivates? The important thing is to prevent him from fully reviving." The young powerhouse wielding the black slashing blade said in a gloomy voice, "Kill him before his soul is clear!"

"boom!!"

Upon hearing this, the young powerhouse suddenly leaped into the air, gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands, and channeled his unparalleled spiritual power into the blade, unleashing a powerful slash across the sky.

With a single slash, the world changed color. A blade of light, as wide as a mountain, suddenly ripped through the night sky, slicing through the silver-armored corpse at the waist.

"Take action!"

Seeing this, Jiu Han immediately gritted his teeth and roared, "Concentrate your spiritual energy—Summoning Spiritual Connection Spell!"

His doll was cracked, and at this moment he could only raise his arms as if embracing the universe, while trying his best to sense the intense aura emanating from the silver-armored corpse.

"brush!"

With a single thought, he sensed the aura of the corpse that was dissipating with the power of the Great Dao. Then, using this as a medium, Daoist Jiuhan clasped his hands together and formed a hand seal, saying, "Shatter Soul!!"

"Ong!"

An eerie red light emanated from the silver-armored corpse, bright as a burning flame, seemingly consuming his soul.

Immediately afterwards, the old man with the cane produced a golden silk net, which covered the silver-armored corpse.

"boom!!"

Another middle-aged man in black robes also hurriedly used a top-tier illusion magic weapon, along with twelve Blood-Devouring Nails, to attack the storyteller whose appearance had drastically changed.

"Ong!"

In the northwest position, the last veiled woman with a charming figure held one hand in front of her chest, chanting scriptures in an ethereal voice while a strange phenomenon of nine heavenly lotus flowers surged from behind her. Then, nine Buddhist seals were continuously formed and struck the briefly awakened "dead" person.

Five top experts, with five world-destroying attack techniques, shone brightly under the eternal night, sealing off all escape routes for the silver-armored corpse, and came crashing down with overwhelming force.

Beneath the Fallen Star River, the silver-armored corpse floated horizontally in the universe like a drowned person, its eyes vacant and tear-streaked.

He looked up at the sky and murmured calmly, "I fight for the people, but the people want me to die... Are they wrong? Am I wrong?"

That calm murmur echoed throughout heaven and earth, reverberating softly within the entire illusory tomb of the gods. His tone held no resentment, no hatred, no bitterness, only boundless sorrow.

The tears streaming from the corners of his eyes grew increasingly vivid in color, until they turned completely crimson.

“Boom boom…!”

Five deadly attacks arrived in an instant, tearing through the void and shattering the tranquility around the suspended corpse.

"Such a familiar aura... Is this another era of chaos and misfortune?" The silver-armored corpse sensed the inherited aura of the five offensive techniques, then its eyes suddenly sharpened, and it declared loudly, "How dare I sleep forever without removing the Five Dragon Armor?"

"Bring the gun—fight against this already dead man, for the world is doomed!"

The shouts swept across the sky, and the Heavenly Tilt Spear that had been hovering above the corpse's head suddenly emitted endless golden light and fell with a hum.

"brush!"

The silver-armored corpse suddenly leaped up, standing upright between heaven and earth. He raised his right arm and grabbed the falling Heavenly Spear. His body instinctively released endless Dao energy, which made the inverted Milky Way in the sky suddenly brighter.

"Ong!"

With a spear in hand, the Daoist intent resounded!

"Ow!!"

The high-pitched roars of dragons resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

From within his tattered silver armor, five illusory azure dragons instantly flew out and scattered in all directions; the Cloud-Piercing Boots he wore also emitted a dazzling rainbow light.

"Whoosh!"

Amidst the astonishing spectacle of five dragons soaring through the universe, the storyteller's physical body suddenly vanished without a trace.

That was not disappearing into the void or shrinking the earth to an inch, but rather a physical technique that moved at extreme speed, riding a dragon.

"Buzz...!"

After seeing him vanish into thin air, Jiu Han and the other five top experts immediately manipulated their magical treasures and offensive techniques, abruptly stopping and changing direction under the eternal night, while trying their best to sense the storyteller's aura, attempting to attack again.

In an instant, the young man with the knife sensed the storyteller's aura, and then, with his powerful spiritual energy, he manipulated the blade's light to change direction, slashing horizontally across the southern sky.

A series of dragon roars resounded, and in the southern sky, the five dragons gathered and returned to their positions, intertwining with each other.

"boom!"

A deafening roar erupted as a surge of energy suddenly converged, and the storyteller appeared amidst the soaring of five dragons. He held the Heaven-Piercing Spear in one hand, his hair flying, and thrust the spear from the heavens towards the dazzling blade of light that swept across the sky.

When the gun was fired, it was accompanied by a feeling of the sky collapsing and the earth splitting apart, as heavy as a star falling to earth. Wherever it passed, the void collapsed, and deep spatial cracks surged forth.

A world-destroying light surged, the sky tilted and fell, and the spearhead suddenly struck the blade's edge. That point, seemingly casual and incredibly light, was actually as heavy as a collapsing star, causing the blade's edge to shatter and dissipate instantly.

"ah?!!!"

The young man with the knife stared in disbelief at the scene, shouting, "I've reached this level through the path of martial arts! Who could shatter my divine powers with a single spear thrust?! This...this is impossible...!"

The storyteller held the gun in one hand and suddenly flicked it upwards to the sky. His entire left side didn't even sway slightly, which was obviously just a casual strike.

"Ong!"

As the spear thrust forward, its sharp edge tore through the eternal night, moving too fast for the young man wielding the knife to react to.

"boom!!!"

The young man with the knife exerted his aura to the utmost, slashing across the air again, hoping to delay the spear's flash for a moment before immediately withdrawing and dodging.

"Bang bang bang...!"

The power of the Great Dao surged, and the void shattered inch by inch. The spear light was so fast that it instantly annihilated the youth's second blade light, and then swept past, shredding him and his blade to pieces.

That's right, just shred it!

The feeling was like an adult taking a pencil and making a stroke on a notebook, causing the white paper to crack instantly with a perfectly clean break.

"Holy crap...that's incredible!"

On the summit of Divine Tomb Mountain, Ren Ye stared in disbelief at everything before him, his heart pounding with emotion. "I can give up my eyes, I can even forget my ancestors... as long as I can kill this remnant soul of the storyteller before I leave this secret realm... I don't need many, just kill him once, then exile him to Qingliang Prefecture, employ him for life, and make him my strongest bodyguard!"

Indeed, at this moment, when the Little Bad King looked at the storyteller, his eyes were filled with desire; he really wanted to possess him.

He had thought the storyteller was very strong and of extremely high quality, but he never expected him to be this good.

In this secret realm of the Illusory Village, although the cultivators' ranks and levels were deliberately concealed and blurred, and only three levels of white, red, and black were used in place, judging from the current performance in the battle, he felt that the storyteller was definitely one of the strongest people he had ever seen. Although he was sometimes unstable, his potential was extremely high.

Such a powerful figure would be difficult to talk to in the mortal world outside the secret realm, but here he is just a remnant soul with room for manipulation. As long as he can kill him once, he can forcibly take over him!

However, given the strength the opponent has shown, he currently cannot think of a way to kill them smoothly!

Should Dalang take the medicine? Holy crap, how poisonous would that medicine have to be to kill him? But it's not impossible, I'll definitely try it sometime in the future.

In the boundless eternal night, the silver-armored corpse, like an invincible war god, with its hair flying wildly and its sharp eyes fixed on the other four attacking divine spells, then held its spear in both hands and swept it horizontally from the sky.

With a single shot, a world-destroying light surged forth, overshadowing the surrounding starlight.

"Bang bang bang...!"

The deafening roar of the collapsing space caused the dense forest outside the sacrificial site to tremble.

"Puff...!"

The spear's edge sliced ​​across the night sky, shattering the white-haired old man's golden net magic weapon into dull, lifeless "ropes"; the woman's nine Buddhist seals also crumbled one after another, dissipating like colorful clouds; the black-robed middle-aged man's twelve blood-devouring nails shattered into dust; and Daoist Jiuhan's spirit-summoning spells vanished without a trace under the overwhelming pressure of the silver-armored corpse's Dao power...