pjbooks Chapter 161 Terrifying
Chapter 161 Terrifying
The crimson sky of the seventh layer of the abyss split open from the center due to the collision of two forces. The crack spread rapidly in all directions, covering the entire sky in the blink of an eye. Crimson fragments peeled off from the cracks, turning into crimson specks of light as they fell. These specks of light evaporated, dissipated, and returned to nothingness under the illumination of six-colored light.
The seven thrones arranged in a ring began to collapse amidst the tremors of the void. The base of the seventh throne shattered, and dark red fragments drifted through the air. The back of the sixth throne broke, and Frost rose from its throne, its icy blue bone armor cracking shrilly under the six-colored light. The black mist around the fifth throne churned violently, and the Shadow Demon's body twisted, deformed, and reformed continuously within the six-colored light. The dark red flames of the fourth throne extinguished, and the skeleton of Ember began to crack from its edges within the six-colored light.
Frost was the first to rush forward. His right fist, imbued with an extreme cold that could freeze the void, slammed towards Jiang Chen's back.
Jiang Chen didn't turn around. A bright, icy-blue starlight flashed on the blade of the Primordial Sword. Icy power surged from the blade, condensing behind Jiang Chen into a hundred-zhang-thick ice wall. Frost's fist slammed into the ice wall, causing cracks to appear on its surface. However, the cracks stopped halfway through—because a second ice wall had already formed behind the first, a third behind the second, and so on, and so on, until the hundredth.
Frost's right arm stopped at the hundredth ice wall. His fist was less than a foot from Jiang Chen's back, but that foot was a distance he could never cross.
"The Ice Profound Immortal Emperor's Ice Wall." Frost's voice was icy cold, but every word carried a hint of apprehension that even he himself was unaware of. "Thirty thousand years ago, he used the power of Ice Profound to seal the largest fragment of the Demon Ancestor's primordial spirit. Thirty thousand years later, his Ice Wall has blocked my fist."
The Shadow Demon burst forth from the black mist, his body transforming into countless fine black threads in the void, coiling towards Jiang Chen from all directions. These threads were not matter, but manifestations of chaotic power; each one could penetrate any defense and directly corrode the target's soul.
Jiang Chen raised his left hand, fingers spread, palm facing the black threads. Pure black void power surged from his palm, condensing into a black light screen in front of him. The moment the black threads touched the light screen, they began to disintegrate from the edges.
The Shadow Demon's body emerged from the black mist, eroded by the power of nothingness. His true form was a withered, grayish-white, skinless humanoid body, its surface covered with intricate black lines, each line a chaotic law compressed to its extreme. His eyes were two burning dark red flames, which were now rapidly dimming and extinguishing under the erosion of the power of nothingness.
"The Dao Fruit of the Void Immortal Emperor..." The Shadow Demon's voice was hoarse and turbid, carrying a despair on the verge of collapse, "Thirty thousand years ago, he used the Dao Fruit of 'Nothingness' to strip away the chaotic will of the Demon Ancestor. Thirty thousand years later, his Dao Fruit is within my body, denying my existence."
Jin Gu burst forth from the void. His skeleton emitted a blinding dark red light under the illumination of the six-colored light, and every bone burned with heaven-scorching flames. His right fist, carrying a temperature high enough to melt stars, slammed towards Jiang Chen's face.
Jiang Chen raised the Primordial Sword, and the dark red star on the hilt flashed. The Flame of Burning Silence surged from the blade, colliding head-on with the Flame of Burning Heaven from the Ash Bones.
The Heaven-Burning Fire couldn't even last a moment against the Fire of Annihilation.
Jin Gu's right fist began to melt from his fingertips. Under the scorching heat of the Burning Flame, the dark red skeleton transformed from solid to liquid, from liquid to gas, and from gas to nothingness. His entire right arm was completely evaporated in less than half a breath, leaving not even ashes behind.
He looked down at his empty right shoulder, the two dark red flames in his hollow eye sockets flickering wildly in the light of the Burning Soul Fire.
"The Burning Heaven Immortal Emperor's Burning Annihilation Flame... Thirty thousand years ago, he used this fire to burn through the Demon Ancestor's seventh layer of demonic armor. Thirty thousand years later, today, his fire has burned away my right arm."
The seven thrones arranged in a ring collapsed completely under the impact of the six-colored beams of light. Dark red fragments drifted in the void, like a silent, dark red snowfall.
Neltharion stood at the center of the collapsing throne, his half-human, half-dragon head bowed, his crimson eyes half-closed. On the right half of his black dragon skull, the rune-covered horns began to crack from the edges under the six-colored light. On the left half of his old face, the wrinkles deepened, thickened, and grew closer to some irreversible disintegration under the six-colored light.
"Jiang Chen." He raised his head and looked at Jiang Chen, his dark red eyes reflecting six-colored light. "Your six-colored light pillar is indeed powerful. Powerful enough to shatter the sky of the seventh layer of the abyss, powerful enough to collapse seven demon god thrones, powerful enough to severely injure three pillar demon gods."
He took a step forward. A dark red ripple exploded in the void beneath his feet, but the ripple spread several times slower than before, and the dark red light at the edge evaporated and dissipated under the illumination of the six-colored light.
"But do you know what the source of the power of the Seven Pillars of the Abyss is?"
Jiang Chen remained silent.
Nesario raised his right hand, fingers spread, palm facing upward. In his palm, a dark red light was slowly gathering, its brightness faint, like an oil lamp about to go out. "It is humanity itself. It is the awakening power that humanity unleashes in despair, the fighting will that humanity forges in resistance, the embers of life left behind in human sacrifice. These powers will not dissipate after humanity dies; they will sink to the deepest abyss, absorbed, transformed, and reshaped by the source of chaos."
He clenched his fists tightly. The dark red light in his palm exploded, but this time, the light was not dark red, but golden. It was the gold of awakened power, the embers of countless human awakeners who had sacrificed themselves in the gap between the apostles and the demons over the past three hundred years, their lives sinking to the bottom of the abyss after death.
Golden light surged from Neltharion's palm, coalescing into a layer of golden armor on his body. Each scale of the armor was engraved with a name: the names of the Awakened who had perished in the Apostle's Advent over the past three hundred years, the names of the defenders who had fallen during the Demon King's attack, the names of the civilians who had died in the Ice Flower Storm, and the names of the explorers who had perished in the Abyss Rift.
"Jiang Chen, your six-colored beams of light can shatter the sky of the seventh level of the abyss, collapse seven demon god thrones, and severely injure three pillar demon gods. But can your six-colored beams of light shatter these names?"