Chapter 1286: Nine vs. Madman

In the gray mist, the terrifying "thudding" sound grew increasingly muffled and powerful, as if someone was reawakening from ancient slumber, gradually coming to life.

Yet, this was also extremely terrifying. Black cracks appeared one after another outside the gray mist at a speed visible to the naked eye, and space itself was collapsing!

What level of being was this, that even this realm struggled to contain him?

As soon as he awoke, all his bodily functions were improving, recovering, and shifting towards a normal state. This process was so potent that it caused countless dense fissures to appear in space.

His true form was simply too terrifying!

"Grand Ancestor above, your disciples welcome your return!" Many in this lineage knelt on the ground, kowtowing devoutly. They felt their blood surge, believing their invincible Grand Ancestor had finally awakened and was about to sweep across the world!

Everyone had confidence in the Martial Lunatic. He was an omnipotent being, daring to ascend to the heavens and descend into the earth, a powerhouse who had stood firm through the river of time, unrivaled in many eras!

Two days prior, the Second Ancestor had suffered a defeat, his legs taken and eaten. Now was the time for reckoning. With the Founding Ancestor emerging from seclusion, the world would be awestruck, and none would dare to disobey!

The grand outlines of some colossal mountains emerged from the gray mist, and the powerful thumping of a heart resonated from deep within that area.

At this moment, every evolutionist kneeling on the ground felt as if they were suffocating. An overwhelming, all-encompassing aura emanated from the reawakening being, enveloping everything.

Several of the Martial Lunatic's disciples glowed, shielding their own disciples and grand-disciples. Without their protection, even Divine Kings would have their bodies explode!

At this time, even Heavenly Venerates had blood trickling from the corners of their mouths. They were deeply shaken, wondering if the Grand Ancestor's mere normal awakening could be this powerful. At this very moment, they finally comprehended the immense length of the path of evolution, realizing how much further they had to go.

However, this was also a good thing. Having such a colossal martial arts mountain standing before them offered hope to everyone. While other races explored the path ahead in confusion, they had this radiant lighthouse guiding them, allowing them to find their way and not get lost.

In the future, if they had the chance to advance further, their bodies might not experience unspeakable, bizarre events.

In the mist, amidst the churning gray energy clouds, there was a terrifying sound of breathing, like a howling gale sweeping across heaven and earth.

This scene was truly terrifying. With each breath, everyone felt their own insignificance, as faint as dust, while the immense clouds of mist surged violently.

With an inhale, the gray mist above and below would vanish; with an exhale, the entire world would become hazy, covered by a dense fog!

Everyone was appalled. Despite being disciples and grand-disciples of the Martial Lunatic, they still felt a chill down their spines. What immense energy was surging forth, tearing space apart with each breath?

The mist carried fragments of the Great Dao, interwoven with chains of order, creating a horrifying spectacle, like lightning flashes and thunder.

Furthermore, the increasingly powerful heartbeat, like deafening thunder, made the entire area terrifying and fear-inducing.

Just a single being, whose mere normal bodily functions recovering could cause mountains and rivers to lose their color, and the sun and moon to dim—how utterly frightening!

As the being breathed, and the gray mist was drawn inward, people saw one colossal, ink-black mountain after another standing in lava, amidst a sea of blood, and within a world of ice and snow.

There was more than one great mountain, and their environments differed: some areas were rivers of lava, others were bitter, cold lands of ice and snow, and still others were seas of blood. The terrain was incredibly complex; behind the gray mist, several colossal black mountains, reaching as high as the sky, stood in different regions, exuding a majestic and awe-inspiring aura.

No one knew which mountain the Martial Lunatic was slumbering in.

Later, as his breathing grew steadier and his heartbeat became increasingly strong and powerful, everything was once again enveloped by mist.

Finally, within the gray mist, a pair of pale golden eyes seemed to open slightly. Had the Martial Lunatic's true form appeared?!

His disciples and followers cheered, some shedding tears of excitement, including his youngest and last disciple, the white-haired woman, who wept.

As a mighty being, it had been a very long time since she had last seen her master.

"Master is in the secret realm; this is a reflection of his Dharma form!" someone declared, it was the Martial Lunatic's eldest disciple.

Even so, this reflection was exceedingly terrifying. As his eyes grew brighter, they seemed ready to tear through the star-filled void beyond this realm.

A beam of light shot out, landing on the Second Ancestor, causing his Great Dao wounds to directly vanish, and his cracked, broken body gradually regained vitality.

In an instant, the Second Ancestor's Great Dao wounds were healed.

His flesh and bones slowly grew back, and his shattered Dao foundation healed. In a flash, tears welled in his eyes, and he cried out, "Master!"

The Martial Lunatic did not speak. He was breathing, and within the hazy secret realm, two streams of air could vaguely be seen entering and exiting his mouth and nose, growing stronger and eventually glowing.

With each breath, these streams of air were like two divine swords, emerging to cleave through space, traversing hundreds of millions of miles, and hurtling southward at extreme speed!

"Master has made a move?" someone exclaimed in shock!

Instantly, everyone was stunned. Even his own disciples gasped, while Lord Taiwu and others trembled with excitement, their bodies shaking.

Their hearts were filled with joy. With the Martial Lunatic's emergence, the world would be subjugated; who would dare to disobey?!

The true invincible one had appeared, destined to sweep across the world!

At this moment, all living beings in the northern region felt a tremor in their hearts and couldn't help but shiver from head to toe. Even powerful experts felt their scalps tingle with dread.

They did not yet know what was happening, but they sensed a supreme being mysteriously looking down upon them, compelling them to surrender.

The two streams of air expelled by the Martial Lunatic's normal breathing pierced through space, heading south, crossing countless great states, bursting forth into the high skies above the three-way battlefield.

With a crash, it was as if heaven and earth were collapsing!

Two currents of gray air burst forth with terrifying momentum, like divine swords soaring across the sky, directly shattering everything with fragments of the Great Dao, utterly unstoppable!

Was this meant to annihilate all living beings on the battlefield?

This strike was too terrifying; it distinguished no friend from foe, aiming for total annihilation!

This was the Martial Lunatic: boundless in his dominance. Even after slumbering for countless ages, upon reawakening, he remained as self-willed as in primeval times. Provoking him meant direct obliteration, complete annihilation. He cared not whether innocent lives were implicated or if countless beings would perish alongside his targets!

Across various regions, countless powerful beings were shaken. Even some ancient existences slumbering in famous mountains and great rivers reawakened, opening their eyes in astonishment, gazing into the void, and looking towards the three-way battlefield.

Two streaks of gray mist descended, like long swords spanning the heavens, intent on slaying all life!

"How arrogant! He thinks two breaths can kill me?!" As countless beings on the three-way battlefield trembled, feeling the sky collapse and the end of days approaching, Number Nine stepped forward, rising into the air, hovering mid-flight.

With a sharp cry, he also exhaled a breath, which erupted with a crash like an ocean, smashing into the two streams of gray mist cascading from the high heavens.

Countless fragments of the Great Dao scattered, utterly terrifying, obscuring the sky, tearing through the firmament, almost knocking down the stars.

If it had erupted here, the outcome would have been horrific; this entire area would have been devastated, incurring immense losses.

Number Nine then abruptly waved his sleeve, directing those several currents of air mixed with Great Dao fragments to fly beyond the realm, disappearing into the vast depths of the azure sky.

However, everyone's minds trembled, as if they were hearing the sound of a massive collision from hundreds of millions of miles away—the result of the Martial Lunatic's expelled air streams clashing with Number Nine's strike.

This was truly too terrifying. Countless people across the Human Realm were horrified, and every powerful expert watching the battle felt their scalp tingle. This was indeed a mythical creature from myths!

Only such a being could possess such earth-shattering power.

How could anyone else possibly withstand such a method, such a world-devouring momentum?

The Martial Lunatic, having reawakened in the far north, hundreds of millions of miles away, simply expelled two streams of air and shook the entire grand cosmos.

Two streams of air traversed countless great states, capable of killing even from such a distance—it was truly chilling and horrifying.

If the Martial Lunatic wished to kill, who in this world, aside from a select few, could resist? Who could survive?

The far north! Gray mist permeated the air, and the Martial Lunatic's disciples and followers knelt there, their blood boiling, silently awaiting their Grand Ancestor to slay all his enemies in the world.

Amidst the terrifying heartbeat and the deafening roar of his breathing, behind the boundless black mountains, a monstrous blood-red light surged, threatening to engulf the entire northern land.

People were aghast.

From other states, looking towards the far north, a being was reawakening. Its blood essence surged upwards, obscuring heaven and earth, turning the starlit sky blood-red, with crimson light covering everything.

"Why doesn't the Grand Ancestor emerge from seclusion to personally slay that great demon and flatten the First Mountain Under Heaven?" someone stammered, fervently hoping for this to happen.

"Master is in the secret realm; he has not officially emerged yet. Perhaps it is not yet time for him to fully appear," said the Martial Lunatic's youngest disciple, the white-haired woman.

At this moment, a clang resounded, followed by earth-shaking tremors and a rumbling roar—the Great Dao was reawakening.

The Martial Lunatic's weapon slowly emerged from the black mountain, vibrating and resonating. The divine sound of the Great Dao was incessant.

Before anyone could clearly see it, it was enveloped in chaos, then it vibrated violently once more.

At this moment, the entire world was astonished. The weapon glowed blindingly, and amidst the Dao's hum, a ring of light formed before it. Countless fragments of time danced, and the power of time permeated the air.

In primeval times, the Martial Lunatic had ventured into various terrifying ruins of famous mountains and great rivers, searching for the top-ranked lost mystic arts, eventually achieving some success.

People did not know how many invincible arts he had found. However, after the battle between Chu Feng and Li Chentian, they understood that he had at least obtained one of the top three Time Arts in the Human Realm!

Now, his weapon had emerged, glowing brightly and manifesting a Wheel of Time!

Heaven and earth stretched long, and time was merciless. Such a strike was truly awe-inspiring, capable of shaking past and present, utterly terrifying.

The Wheel of Light moved, unleashing a brilliant beam that instantly pierced through all obstacles from the far north, reaching directly to the three-way battlefield.

This was the power of time, the manifestation of an invincible art, now appearing in the world!

This earth-shattering strike was almost unstoppable; if gods stood in its way, it would kill gods; if Buddhas stood in its way, it would slay Buddhas!

There was no roaring of the Great Dao, no crumbling of heaven and earth to be seen. Time penetrated all, obliterating and crushing every enemy!

At this moment, even Number Nine roared aloud, howling towards the sky. His gaunt body stood on the battlefield, his demeanor completely changed from before.

His hair, like wild grass, fell loose and then wildly writhed. His eyes were sharp and terrifying, like a demon king reawakening. With his back to the First Mountain, he looked at the Wheel of Time from the north and roared again.

With a deafening boom! In the same state, at the First Mountain Under Heaven, a large banner flapped wildly, then it conjured a gigantic Yin-Yang diagram.

Subsequently, the Yin-Yang diagram appeared, reflecting outside the First Mountain and also behind Number Nine!

Number Nine still stood on the battlefield, but now, a massive Yin-Yang diagram had appeared behind him, confronting the Wheel of Time from the far north!

Rumble! The Yin-Yang diagram glowed, countering the Wheel of Time!