Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 1088 The Arrival of the Celestial Venerable

The ninth floor of the Demon Suppression Tower.

Zhang Yuan sat cross-legged.

Place your hands quietly on your knees.

Dark silver shackles were fastened to his wrists.

There are no runes, no restrictive fluctuations.

Only the terrifying gravity, heavy enough to crush stars, relentlessly pressed down.

Through the shackles, they pressed down on the bones, on the meridians, and on the soul.

A gravity a billion times greater, like a billion stars pressing down on you.

Every breath was accompanied by excruciating, tearing pain.

The bones groaned, and the flesh and blood were hardened into iron under the immense pressure.

However, even in this desperate situation that could have driven even a Venerable One to despair, Zhang Yuan immersed his mind in the "Great Qin Origin Dao Scripture" and the Chaos Furnace.

The divine elephant's light and shadow slowly swirled behind him.

That solid statue exuded an aura of vastness that suppressed eternity.

He did not passively accept it.

He was actively guiding the conversation.

Transform this devastating gravity into a giant hammer to forge yourself.

Gravity, like a tide, washed over my limbs and bones.

Each impact brought shattering pain.

But after each shattering, the Chaos Furnace begins to remelt.

The Great Qin Original Dao Scripture operates continuously.

The muscles and bones were reshaped.

Flesh and blood are enhanced.

The meridians are tempered.

The soul is being refined.

Everything is changing at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

It has become more resilient, more pure, and contains explosive power.

The phantom of the divine elephant did not dim under the immense pressure; instead, it became even more solid.

With its trunk held high to the sky and its four legs seemingly rooted to the primordial earth, it exudes an indomitable will.

The most terrifying thing was those golden rays of light.

Three thousand six hundred fine golden rays extended from Zhang Yuan's body as if they were alive.

They penetrated the tower walls and were closely connected to the key nodes of the Sky-Patrol Continent Array.

There were a total of forty-seven nodes, including those that had just been captured and controlled by the Han Yue army.

With his own crippled body, he became the new, living core of the entire Sky Patrol Continent Array.

Just then, footsteps sounded.

Zhang Yuan had just withstood the impact of a gravitational tide; the phantom of the divine elephant trembled slightly before becoming more solid.

A person walked in from the entrance on the ninth floor.

The footsteps were very light, as light as stepping on the cracks of time.

However, the "Great Qin Origin Dao Scripture" within Zhang Yuan's body automatically reached its peak at that moment.

It wasn't because I sensed murderous intent.

Rather, it was because they sensed an existence of immense scale approaching.

That aura completely transcended the realm of perception.

He didn't look up.

Above their heads was the weight of the Sky Patrol Continent Formation pressing down on their shoulders.

He couldn't lower his head, nor could he raise it, and he couldn't even move his neck.

Any unnecessary movement could cause this force to get out of control.

The footsteps stopped in front of him.

A person sat cross-legged, facing him.

Zhang Yuan looked straight ahead.

First, you see the hem of that person's clothes.

The hem of the garment was light blue, and the material looked quite ordinary.

But the light flowing above does not come from runes or magic.

That light came from the Dao itself.

Pure, unrefined, and of the same origin as the primordial world—the laws of Heaven.

Zhang Yuan slowly raised his eyes.

Robes.

hands.

Shoulder.

face.

It was a face that was neither handsome nor imposing.

He looked to be around thirty years old, with thick eyebrows, a straight nose, and slightly pursed lips.

His expression was so calm it was almost indifferent.

But his eyes—

Zhang Yuan couldn't describe those eyes.

There was no sharpness, no murderous intent, no oppression, no compassion, no indifference within it.

There were no emotions that could be perceived by humans.

But those emotionless eyes instantly soaked Zhang Yuan's back in cold sweat.

That's not the aura of a Venerable Realm expert.

Not at the level of a saint.

Not the Great Sage Realm. That is an existence standing at the highest point of the primordial world.

Emperor Jun, the Heavenly Venerable.

The strongest Celestial Venerable among the Celestial Race.

Emperor Jun looked at Zhang Yuan, his gaze seemingly piercing through the immense pressure he was under, and seeing something deeper.

He spoke slowly, his voice like heavenly music, or the whisper of an ancient law, resonating directly in Zhang Yuan's mind.

"Zhang Yuan."

"Our meeting should not have taken place at this time."

"But it will happen a million years from now, at some point where the river of fate intersects."

Zhang Yuan was terrified.

The Celestial Venerable's words were like a thunderclap, instantly cleaving through the fog before them.

The immense pressure of the Demon Suppression Tower.

Xuanjue's escape.

The fierce battle at Tianyuan City.

Before me stands the supreme Celestial Venerable.

Countless clues connected instantly.

He looked up sharply.

This movement caused his neck to groan in unbearable pain, as if the immense force of gravity nearly crushed his skull.

But he still stared intently at Emperor Jun Tianzun.

"Illusion?"

Zhang Yuan's voice was hoarse, filled with an incredulous realization and a hint of anger at being fooled.

"The Demon-Suppressing Tower has long since collapsed! Tianyuan City has long since turned to dust!"

"Xuan Jue... also perished a million years ago!"

"Is all of this just a mirage you've recreated?"

"What is it all for?"

For the first time, an extremely faint, almost imperceptible ripple appeared on Emperor Jun Tianzun's face.

It was as if a speck of dust had been thrown into a calm lake.

"In order to change."

His voice remained calm, yet carried immense power.

"Change?"

Zhang Yuan was stunned.

How can a mirage from a million years ago be changed?

What needs to be changed?

The Celestial Venerable did not give a direct answer.

He raised one hand and waved it lightly in the air.

In an instant, a huge screen of light unfolded in front of the two of them.

The light screen showed the battlefield outside Tianyuan City.

The military flag of Qingyangzhou.

The military flag of Chixia Island.

The military flag of Baishuangzhou.

The banners of dozens of armies sent to garrison Tianzhou covered the sky.

Like a golden raging tide, it swept in from all directions, trapping a million demon soldiers at its core.

The area was completely surrounded by iron walls, leaving no room for escape.

The elite forces of the Mountain-Shaking Army, the Flying Feather Army, the Iron Wall Army, and others were like tigers unleashed from their cages.

Under Xuanjue's command, they launched a final assault on the demon army, which was engulfed in chaos and despair.

A massive, overwhelming charge.

The battle cries shook the heavens, the demonic energy dissipated, and the dawn of victory had arrived.

This was a glorious moment that Xuntian Continent should have had but ultimately lost before its complete collapse.

Emperor Jun Tianzun withdrew his gaze from the light screen and landed on Zhang Yuan.

Those eyes, imbued with the essence of the universe, seemed to pierce through the barriers of time and space.

"In this world, only I can make this illusion real."

Zhang Yuan's pupils suddenly contracted.

Can the illusionary battlefield from millions of years ago be brought to life?

What an incredible and audacious method!

He endured the excruciating pain in both his soul and body, his voice filled with extreme vigilance and inquiry.

"You are the Celestial Venerable, the supreme being of the primordial world."

"Yet you deliberately concealed everything, meeting me in this long-gone illusion."

"And then you told me you could bring this scene to life..."

What exactly do you want to do?

The faint ripple on Emperor Jun's face seemed to deepen slightly.

It transformed into a laugh that was almost imperceptible, yet contained profound mystery.

He didn't say anything more, but simply raised his hand again.

A point of pure, unadulterated light slowly drifted from his fingertip.

The golden specks of light seemed to contain all the mysteries of the primordial universe at its very beginning.

Like the gentlest firefly, yet possessing an irresistible allure.

It went straight into Zhang Yuan's brow.

"This is the inheritance of my divine skill."

"How much you can comprehend, and how far you can go, all depends on you." (End of Chapter)