seattlejaycees Chapter 1101 - 1105: Dao Village
Chapter 1101 - 1105: Dao Village
"It’s over!"
At the edge of heaven, within the camp of the ’Army of Dao Execution,’ the weathered faces of ten members showed a slight smile.
Humanity is safe!
Their hearts found peace!
"The mission of the Ancestor of Humanity and the ’Ziwei Emperor Star’ has been accomplished. Next, we will see how long we can hold on!"
Said one member of the ’Army of Dao Execution.’
Upon hearing this, the other nine members looked towards the barrier not far away, their expressions serious, and tightened their grip on their weapons, exuding a spirit of iron and blood.
Outside the barrier, countless strands of golden formation patterns flickered, though the light appeared somewhat dim.
The other end of the Formation extended into the distant depths of the Chaos world, even as Quasi-Saint powerhouses, they could not see the end.
"Persist a bit longer, and hope for the rise of humanity will grow!"
"When the ’Ziwei Emperor Star’ rises, it will be the time for humanity to return to the flourishing era under the Human Sovereign. Even if it costs our lives, we must strive for more time!"
"As long as humanity survives, hatred shall not消!"
"Heaven, are you ready?"
The rough and firm voice echoed above the camp, lingering.
The ancient wind blew, lifting the old banners.
In the ancient camp, there was a group of ancient strongmen quietly guarding humanity.
They have remained here, through the ’Dark Epoch’ and ’Kindling Epoch,’ never taking a step away, nor resting for a moment.
As time passed, the burden on their shoulders did not lighten but grew increasingly heavy.
...
In the Mortal Realm.
A certain Starfield filled with smog, the starry sky suddenly split open, and a figure flew out, shattering a large part of the starry sky, falling onto a meteor.
His eyes tightly shut, scars covered his entire body, not a piece was intact, blood dripped, mingling with transcendent power, producing numerous creations.
In his hand, he held a battle sword, exuding terrible power, sweeping across countless light years in the starry sky.
Instantly, the creatures living in the Mortal Realm felt immense pressure, as if bearing the God Mountain, their minds trembled, uncontrollably kneeling.
"Isn’t this the little one who ascended with the world four hundred years ago? The current cultivation has reached the peak of Celestial Sovereign, what a terrifying talent!"
At this moment, ripples formed in the Void, a gray-robed elder with flying white hair stepped out, murmuring to himself.
On him, no trace of aura was present, like an ordinary mortal, fragile.
The elder stood aside, pinching his fingers, his face full of surprise remarked: "The aura of the Human King, also fought with the calamity spirit of the ’Orthodox Tribulation,’ so he should be one of us. Since he is one of us, naturally cannot leave him to die!"
After speaking, the elder picked up the unconscious Cao Cao and walked towards the distance.
With a single stride.
He could cross the endless starry sky.
A few minutes later, the elder reached the edge of the ’Mortal Realm,’ the end of the myriad worlds.
The starry sky here was very illusory, filled with terrifying heavenly lightning and expanding cosmic powers, extremely violent.
The elder did not pause, continued forward.
Those terrible heavenly lightning and cosmic powers, like rats seeing a cat, scrambled to either side.
After a while, the elder arrived in front of a village.
At the village gate, there stood a Stele.
It bore the words ’Dao Village.’
The script was ugly.
But it exuded arcane power, forming a barrier that protected the village.
"Roar~"
Behind the village was pitch-black Void, extending to a point where nothing could be seen, occasionally emitting strange sounds—beast roars, ghostly howls, infant cries...
When these sounds gathered, it became extraordinarily terrifying, causing one’s hair to stand on end, intensely eerie.
"Damned things!"
The elder heard the sounds, raised his eyebrow, cursed under his breath, then took out a Token and placed it on the Stele.
The barrier opened, revealing a narrow passage, only able to accommodate one person, slightly overweight or large beasts couldn’t squeeze through.
Following the passage into the village, one could see the village’s layout—only six houses.
No!
To be precise.
It was six and a half houses, one still under construction.
Five figures busily worked inside the unfinished house, three men and two women, including a little girl, all dressed in coarse clothing, exuding transcendent aura.
"Grandpa Chaos is back!"
The little girl looked up, seeing the elder, dropped her work, ran forward and crisply asked: "Where’s Fire’s gift?"
The little girl was very cute, wearing a fiery red dress, with a bun hairdo, eyes bright like two stars.
"How could grandpa forget Fire’s gift, here!"
The elder took out a candied hawthorn stick, chuckling.
"Thank you, grandpa!"
The little girl’s eyes lit up, quickly took the candied hawthorn, licked it and glanced at the unconscious Cao Cao curiously asking: "Is he the calamity spirit of this ’Orthodox Epoch’?"
"No!"
The elder ’Chaos’ shook his head.
At this moment, the other four also came over, the leading middle-aged man frowned, puzzledly said: "Chaos, why did you bring back a stranger?"
"Boss, look carefully again!"
The elder didn’t explain, mysteriously smiled and asked.
The middle-aged man was curious, his eyes flashed with brilliance, endless Dao appeared, upon careful inspection of Cao Cao, his brow furrowed.
"I went to the location you mentioned but didn’t see the calamity spirit, only found him!"
’Chaos’ explained solemnly.
The middle-aged man glanced at the sky: "You mean celestial indications are disrupted?"
"Or perhaps we were discovered, this ’Orthodox Tribulation’ was originally a regular tribulation, now it has turned into a ’Supreme Tribulation,’ this is unusual!"
’Chaos’ laid down Cao Cao, eyes full of apprehension remarked.
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man’s face turned sullen immediately, freezing the surrounding Void.
The little girl was startled, hid behind ’Chaos,’ peeked out her head, all the while licking the candied hawthorn.
"We must hurry now!"
A moment later, the middle-aged man glanced at Cao Cao, his face softened slightly, spoke: "Heal him, I feel that the key to defeating ’him’ still relies on the forces behind him!"
Pausing, he continued: "Additionally, continue searching for the calamity spirit of the ’Orthodox Tribulation’..."
...
Meanwhile.
Within the Buddhist Realm, the Void cracked open, the calamity spirit flew out from the fissure, fell onto a certain Buddhist mountain, creating a huge pit.
Similar to Cao Cao, he too was severely wounded and unconscious.
Moments later, a Buddhist cloud descended from the sky, atop it stood a monk, looking at the life-threatening calamity spirit, hesitating.
To any living being, the calamity spirit was a treasure, consuming it could grant endless creations.
"Namo Amitabha!"
"As monks, we must maintain compassion!"
Eventually, the monk recited a Buddhist chant, picked up the unconscious calamity cloud, disappeared.
This monk was none other than Wisdom Absolute Buddha!