God Destroying Pearl

The terrifying spiritual power shock wave was like a raging tsunami, destroying everything wherever it passed.

The surrounding space seemed to be kneaded by an invisible giant hand, and twisted cracks appeared, as if it would collapse at any time.

A section of the Yunmeng Mountain was instantly shattered by the impact of this powerful force, and huge rocks flew everywhere like raindrops.

Although Yan Siming had tried his best to hide far away, the huge spiritual power impact generated by the double self-explosion still came at him like an overwhelming force.

Yan Siming felt as if his chest was hit hard by a mountain. His blood surged instantly, his throat felt sweet, and he couldn't help but mouthful of blood spurted out.

Yan Siming's face was as pale as paper, and there was a hint of fatigue in his eyes.

He endured the severe pain in his body and looked up, only to see that a huge gap had been blown out in the originally majestic Yunmeng Mountain, which was a hundred feet wide.

At the gap, the rocks were broken and the scene was in a mess.

The biting cold air in the snowy area flows through this huge gap into the neighboring northern area like a rushing river.

Wherever the icy air went, the air instantly condensed into ice, and the trees were frozen into ice sculptures, making "cracking" sounds.

This huge sound, like thunder exploding in the night sky, spread to every corner of the snowy area.

In many places in the snowy area, sleeping monks were awakened from the darkness by the sudden loud noise.

In a prosperous city of immortal cultivation, a cultivator who was in seclusion and trying to reach the Nascent Soul stage was shocked by the loud noise and his blood qi flowed backwards, causing him to spit out blood.

He rushed out of the retreat room with a horrified look on his face, looking towards the direction of Yunmeng Mountain, his heart filled with fear and confusion, "What on earth happened? Such a terrifying movement, could it be that an ancient great being has appeared in the world?"

In a remote mountain village, a group of ordinary villagers were also frightened and panicked by the loud noise.

They ran out of their homes one after another, trembling in fear as they looked at the flickering spiritual light in the sky.

A white-haired old man trembled and said, "This... I'm afraid the world is going to change!"

At the explosion site, the spiritual energy fluctuations in the entire field gradually returned to normal, and the scene was dead silent.

Except for Yan Siming who was seriously injured, the figures of White Bear King and Han Tianmo had long disappeared, as if they had never existed.

Yan Siming slowly raised his head and looked at the gap created by the explosion, feeling mixed emotions.

Yan Siming knew that although this war was over, the series of consequences it triggered might have just begun...

In the Ice and Snow Sect, Sect Leader Liu Zhendong became extremely anxious after feeling this terrifying fluctuation of spiritual power.

He immediately summoned several elders in the sect and hurried towards Yunmeng Mountain.

"Is the ancestor okay?" an elder said worriedly, his face full of anxiety.

"I hope that good fortune will come to the ancestor, but judging from the movement, I'm afraid he has encountered an extremely powerful opponent." Liu Zhendong's face was solemn, his brows were tightly furrowed, and he increased the speed of flying.

When they arrived at Yunmeng Mountain, they saw only a devastating scene.

Liu Zhendong and others hurriedly found Yan Siming. Seeing that the ancestor was injured, everyone looked anxious.

"Ancestor, how are you?" Liu Zhendong asked with concern, his eyes full of worry.

Yan Siming waved his hand and said slowly, "It's okay, I just suffered some internal injuries. White Bear King and Han Tianmo are both dead, but there was a breach in Yunmeng Mountain, and the icy air flowed into the North Territory, which may cause a series of troubles."

After hearing this, Liu Zhendong and others' faces turned very ugly.

They knew very well that the influx of this icy air might cause a drastic change in the climate of the Northern Territory, trigger various natural disasters, and might even affect the spiritual balance of the entire Snow Region.

"Ancestor, what should we do then?" an elder asked anxiously.

Yan Siming pondered for a moment and said, "I will return to the sect first, gather all the disciples, and pay close attention to the situation in the Northern Territory. At the same time, I will go into seclusion to heal my wounds and recover my strength as soon as possible to deal with any unexpected events that may occur next."

After saying this, Yan Siming looked solemn, knowing full well that the situation was critical and could not afford any delay.

Yan Siming's figure flashed and turned into a streak of white light, instantly disappearing in front of everyone. He was so fast that only a faint afterimage was left behind.

Upon seeing this, the others also used their own skills to fly towards the direction of the Ice and Snow Sect.

Their figures flickered in the night sky, turning into rays of light or causing fluctuations of spiritual power, and they rushed in the same direction.

Not long after these people left, in a place far away from here, the originally calm void suddenly shook violently.

Immediately afterwards, a figure suddenly flew out from it. This person was the seriously injured White Bear King.

The White Bear King's face was as pale as paper, with a trace of undried blood still at the corner of his mouth, and his breath was weak and disordered.

The White Bear King struggled to steady his body and couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood, which turned into a blood mist in the air.

Then, the White Bear King slowly raised his head, and with a look full of resentment, he glanced in the direction of the Ice and Snow Sect in the distance, and said with gritted teeth, "Good Ice and Snow Sect, I, the White Bear King, will remember today's vengeance. Let's wait and see."

Although the voice sounded weak due to serious injuries, the hatred contained in it was undiminished.

After saying that, the White Bear King endured the severe pain in his body, mobilized the remaining spiritual power in his body, and flew at a high speed towards the Snow Demon Island.

At the same time, a black and embarrassed figure flew out from the huge gap that was blown out in Yunmeng Mountain.

This person was Song Yun. He reached out and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, knowing in his heart that it was not advisable to stay here for long.

Without any hesitation, Song Yun mobilized the remaining spiritual power in his body and flew towards the northern region at a high speed like a black lightning.

During the flight, he would look back vigilantly from time to time, fearing that any danger might be chasing him.

Not long after Song Yun left, a blood-red figure flew out at a high speed from the gap in Yunmeng Mountain.

This man had a handsome face, but he exuded an evil aura. There was a blood-red hook-shaped mark between his eyebrows, which was flashing strangely in the moonlight.

As soon as he appeared, he quickly searched around.

However, after searching for a while, Song Yun was nowhere to be found.

Suddenly, he was furious and let out a roar that shook the earth, "Ah..."

The roar was like a thunder, echoing around Yunmeng Mountain, shaking the surrounding snow to the ground.

After roaring, he looked around unwillingly again, then stomped his feet suddenly, turned into a blood-red stream of light, and flew into the gap in Yunmeng Mountain again.

As his figure disappeared, the surroundings returned to calm, as if nothing that had just happened had ever happened. Only the huge gap that was blown out was still silently telling of the fierce battle that had taken place here.

……

Time quietly goes back to half an hour ago.

Song Yun walked forward cautiously in the deep icy passage.

As he went deeper step by step, Song Yun finally reached the end of the passage.

The scene before him made Song Yun gasp. He saw a huge pool of blood suddenly appearing in front of him.

The liquid in the blood pool was a strange dark red color and emitted a disgusting bloody smell.

Some dry bones were faintly emerging from the pool of blood, some were complete while others were incomplete.

Around the blood pool, there were many figures in red clothes sitting cross-legged.

These people were motionless, like sculptures, with their eyes closed, as if they were immersed in some kind of cultivation state.

Song Yun also noticed that each of them had a red hook-shaped mark between their eyebrows.

Song Yun knew very well that this place was full of dangers, so he did not dare to approach rashly. He could only observe carefully from a distance.

Just as Song Yun was looking at these people carefully, a familiar figure came into his sight, which made his heart tremble suddenly.