Chapter 1309 — The Primordial Ancestor Strikes

Taishi within the egg waited anxiously, the round egg spinning this way and that, yet he saw no trace of Taiyi. He thought to himself, "Did he not say he would come to help?

Should I slip away.

. . " The Alchemist and the others were full of confidence, certain they could stand against that powerhouse from the previous universe, but he knew all too well how terrifying that person was.

That person's divine bow, fallen into Shen Mu's hands, could unleash power comparable to an Imperial Throne treasure. Shen Mu's cultivation was on par with a god-devil of the Jade Capital realm; his combat strength lay in the refinement of his divine abilities and dao arts, yet in raw cultivation he had not reached the level of Lingxiao.

In other words, with the cultivation of the Jade Capital realm, the divine bow's might could be raised to the level of an Imperial Throne treasure.

One could well imagine how terrifying it would be when the bow's full power erupted! And as the bow's true master, how dreadful must that person's strength be?

Even with both arms severed, such an existence entering the valley was far beyond what they could contend with; they would be nothing but slaughter.

Even with Taishi in the egg added to their number, it would not be enough!

Though the Egg of Taishi wished to slip away, on second thought, vast as the world was, there was nowhere for him to go.

The Taishi Vein had fallen into Yan Tianfei's hands; the Ancestral Court's gates were blocked by the Ten Heavenly Venerables; he could not even fly out of the Ancestral Court.

He was just an egg—where could he run?

If he ran about blindly, he might even be caught by those bastard Void Beasts, cracked open, and eaten.

Shen Mu had rescued him from Zhaoyang Hall, yet was the outside world not a greater cage?

Moreover, with a powerhouse from the previous universe on the loose, could he truly stay out of it?

Those prehistoric powerhouses would likely first eliminate the Five Primal Ones, then the other ancient gods!

"Taiyi has transcended, yet he remains here—likely because he sensed where the duty of us Five Primal Ones lies.

.

. " He calmed down, abandoning any thought of seizing the chance to escape.

The anomaly appeared once more.

That existence from the previous universe drew ever closer to the cliff wall. The instant his palm broke through, his skin began to rot, exposing stark white bone.

Yet the man himself within the cliff wall did not sense the Alchemist's deadly poison; his arm continued to reach outward.

The Alchemist's poison corroded his skin's grain, his flesh and blood, seeping into his bones. Such potency and ferocity of toxin, even Shen Mu had never seen.

In the art of medicine, the Alchemist had indeed walked a path no one before him had trod!

At last, one arm of the previous universe's existence emerged fully—and that arm had already become bare bone. "Strike!

" The Alchemist roared.

Blind Elder's small frame shook with a thunderous quake; the Formation Heaven Palace rose behind him, and a celestial river flowed from it, threading through his other great divine treasuries like a dragon coiling about his body! A hum— As a grandmaster of formations, one could not measure his might by cultivation alone; a grandmaster of formations could harness the timing of heaven and the advantages of earth to unleash far greater power!

Blind Elder's mastery of formations had, without his noticing, surpassed Yan Yunxi's. Compared to Han Tianjun, the Heavenly Court's foremost formation master, his formations were in no way inferior—on the path of formations, he had even surpassed him!

After all, he had already groped his way to the very edge of constructing a Heavenly Court through formations!

"Long Tuo!

" Blind Elder held the Black Dragon Divine Spear. The thirteen layers of heavenly formations around him abruptly rose erect; his eyes became blindingly bright as he gazed through the thirteen heavens at that arm.

The Black Dragon Divine Spear in his hand stirred, and he thrust!

A dragon's roar reverberated, ringing through the valley!

Blind Elder struck with all his strength. The Long Tuo Divine Spear moved swift as wind and lightning; in an instant he thrust countless times—ding, ding, ding—madly stabbing every part of that skeletal arm.

Faint cracks sounded without cease, and the surface of the skeletal arm was suddenly covered in tiny fissures!

Though Blind Elder mobilized the thirteen layers of heavenly formations, drawing the blessing of heaven and earth's spiritual power, his own aura dwindled madly with every thrust of the spear. The rate at which his aura diminished was enough to make one's heart quail!

At the same time, the Silent Craftsman bellowed, and thunder crashed through the valley, deafening, audible even across every corner of the Great Black Wood's hundred thousand black mountains.

The thunder rolled back and forth between peak after peak, its echoes long and lingering. In the valley, it was as if a sun were rising slowly, growing brighter and brighter. That was the Silent Craftsman's Casting Heaven Palace, blazing with fire.

In the sunlight-like radiance, his primordial spirit surged from the palace, growing taller and taller.

His physical body swelled at the same time. He had once looked like a weathered old blacksmith, but now his muscles were savage, his flesh mighty, body and primordial spirit slowly overlapping!

Amid the blaze, the giant swung up his forging hammer, and the sun-like fire actually flowed into the hammer! The Silent Craftsman brought the hammer down—a blow that employed both micro-casting and macro-casting!

Who said a blacksmith could only forge iron? The Silent Craftsman could not only forge iron; he could also destroy others' divine weapons with utterly violent means!

In casting, he was a grandmaster; in destroying divine weapons, he was likewise a grandmaster!

Now that his Casting Heaven Palace was complete, to others he was a walking, human-shaped divine weapon of slaughter!

And destroying divine weapons was harder than destroying flesh—yet beneath his hammer, nothing was unbreakable!

Boom— His hammer fell, and the arm shattered at once, countless bone fragments flying.

Then those fragments, too, continued to break apart under that dreadful blow, as if countless invisible giants wielded hammers, meticulously smashing every particle of the bone!

The hammer struck the ground, and the valley shook violently.

The Silent Craftsman raised his hammer, joy on his face, and at the same time smiles rose unbidden on the Alchemist's and Blind Elder's faces.

They had finally succeeded! But the next moment, the smiles froze on their faces. That gaunt figure on the cliff wall, though both arms had been severed, still walked forward.

His face and one leg had already stepped out of the cliff!

That face wore an expression of boundless fury, and then the face began to rot—the Alchemist's poison at work.

The leg that had stepped out of the stone wall was rotting too, exposing bone.

The Alchemist's poison was too fierce—it not only attacked the flesh and destroyed bodily function, but also targeted his cultivation, causing the great dao he had forged to decompose, his dao chains to snap, his dao patterns to crumble, his runes to split into indivisible particles.

Yet his strength was too overwhelming; his face soon stopped rotting, and the toxin in his leg was forced out of his body. Blind Elder drove the Long Tuo Divine Spear into the ground with all his strength; formation patterns erupted.

He drew out Long Tuo, seized the Alchemist with one hand, and retreated swiftly.