Chapter 1295: When the Legendary Person Has Been Forgotten

At this moment, the powerful beings from the world's most desolate lands shivered. They narrowed their eyes, and terrifying cold lightning shot from their pupils, tearing through the void.

They stared at the smooth cross-section at the end of the plateau, that world of stillness.

Yet, the longer they gazed, the more their hearts trembled, as if an abyss spontaneously opened within them, drawing them into a spiral of descent and bewilderment, threatening to engulf them forever.

Finally, their eyes transformed into symbols of the Great Dao. They shook their heads forcefully, daring not to look anymore, their souls palpitating with disbelief.

Witnessing this, Number Nine leaned on his large banner and finally sighed, "It seems you have no idea what truly lies here, nor do you know about the legendary era, let alone the legendary figure. At most, your ancestors might have mentioned a thing or two, but I doubt even they were qualified to make a pilgrimage here, or to kneel in this place!"

By the end, he became even more domineering, his eyes glowing with fiery light, as if recalling an era, a legend that had long vanished from existence.

His hair flowed loose, making him resemble an unrivaled demon king, exuding power that could swallow the eight directions. Wielding the large banner, he seemed capable of shattering the ancient cosmos and its star seas, suppressing an entire age.

However, for a being as mighty as Number Nine to show such profound reverence for this place made others wonder in astonishment: What exactly was hidden here, and what was buried?

In front, the beings from the forbidden lands stood enveloped in surging blood energy. Each one was immeasurably powerful, indistinct and hazy, resembling battle demons that had crossed realms, emanating immense dignity.

A being whose outline could only be vaguely discerned spoke, "You underestimate us too much. Our forbidden lands are established in the Yang realm. Even heaven and earth have been destroyed before, yet our clans remain. Why is that? There are deeper and more awe-inspiring reasons!"

Another powerful figure from the world's desolate lands, with eyes like abysses, said, "No matter what is here, or how powerful it may be, it's still hard to say who is stronger or weaker when compared to what we understand and have encountered!"

"What more is there to say? Kill them all!"

Beside Number Nine, a withered figure materialized, seemingly floating. In reality, it was a human skin, known as Number Two.

This human skin had existed for an extremely long time. When it expanded, it appeared strange and unfathomable.

"Could they all be skins shed by the same person?"

A powerful being from the forbidden zone, whose eyes flickered with uncertainty, felt a tremor of doubt in his heart. If that were the case, where was the true living entity?

"Number Three, Number Six, the Taotie Blood Feast has begun! What are you waiting for? Attack!"

Number Nine shouted, rubbing the large banner in his hand. The flagpole was ancient, and the banner itself was tattered, but as it unfurled, it seemed capable of shattering eons of time and space in an instant.

The scene here was terrifying, with chaotic energy pervasive and countless fragments of the Great Dao.

The beings from the forbidden zone regarded the tattered banner with great apprehension.

Number Three and Number Six appeared silently, their pupils glowing green, staring at the powerful forbidden land figures opposite them.

However, their gazes towards Number Nine were also dim and mistrustful.

Number Nine said, "This time, they are definitely a rare race. Their blood is potent and can help you cultivate and overcome the Calamity of Ten Thousand Spirits Blood Ignition!"

Number Six, with strong resentment, retorted, "I don't believe a word you say, you rotten old man, you're utterly wicked!"

Number Nine was speechless, wanting to say, "Based on age alone, both of you are much older than me, so who's the rotten old man?"

Number Three also felt aggrieved, spitting out a copper lump in public and clutching his cheeks, still feeling a sharp pain in his teeth.

"Kill!"

Finally, Number Two could not stand it any longer and charged out first. He was like a Kunpeng spreading its wings, his left hand as black as ink, his right as white as jade. His unparalleled fist print tore through heaven and earth, striking the two opponents.

Alone, he lunged to attack the two great powerhouses from the forbidden land.

However, the two opponents were truly extraordinary and immensely powerful. One of them immediately unleashed two streaks of cross-shaped starlight, which, with a thunderous roar, ripped apart heaven and earth.

Cross-shaped starlight rivers emerged, and countless interwoven patterns of order filled the sky, transforming the area into a desolate land covered by the rules of the Great Dao!

"Begone!"

Number Two roared, his hair flying. His temper flared to the point of explosion as he furiously struck. As his black and white fists approached, they unleashed power capable of tearing the cosmos apart.

This was precisely the First Mountain, permeated with traces from countless ages past, with supreme patterns embedded within its mountains and soil. Otherwise, such a battle would have instantly annihilated everything here, leaving nothing behind.

Nevertheless, terrifying explosions still erupted here.

Dazzling fist light collided with the cross-shaped starlight river, tearing through the light barrier and surging into the outer realms. Even those outside could see it: beams of light surged high, the starry sky dimmed, and massive stars were extinguished.

Boom!

Number Two was too fierce; he shattered the cross-shaped starlight river, causing his opponent to cough up mouthfuls of blood and retreat. Number Two pursued, simultaneously attacking the other person.

"Kill! This time, I want that big, strong one!" Number Three roared, also making his move, charging towards a certain elder.

The elder was very tall, standing on the plateau with extreme indifference, his eyes like two golden lamps burning through the heavens, shining through the boundless blood energy.

"Who are you glaring at?!" Number Three charged forward with a devastating blow.

This elder was terrifying. Clad in golden armor, he erupted at that moment, like a being from the era of creation emerging from chaos, innately unparalleled in bravery.

When Number Three's fist collided with his palm, heaven and earth collapsed, ghosts wailed and gods howled, and the mountains and rivers were covered in blood.

The two engaged in a fierce struggle!

"I'm here too!" Number Six also moved, acting greedily, selecting two targets and charging directly at them.

Number Nine let out a long cry and also began to fight.

His opponent was formidable, incredibly powerful, and beyond expectation.

It was a middle-aged man with thick, dense hair and a pair of silver pupils that seemed to ignite the ancient void, capable of seeing through all illusions.

Most terrifying of all, he was surrounded by four layers of halos: one black as ink, one deep red like blood, one ghastly gray, and the fourth a chilling white.

These four halos were not sacred at all; instead, they were sinister and imbued with boundless malevolent energy.

With a soft cry, he sounded like a celestial bird singing.

Behind him, the phantom of a Four-Calamity Sparrow appeared. This was a being from the Eleventh Forbidden Zone, an ancient Four-Calamity Sparrow.

The Four-Calamity Sparrow, as they were called, were a race that had endured four epochs, imbued with the aura of heaven-and-earth calamities!

The four layers of light surrounding the Four-Calamity Sparrow contained this power, making it one of the race's powerful trump cards.

Because of these halos, imbued with the aura of four heaven-and-earth calamities, they seemed invulnerable to all techniques, with great calamities unable to touch them.

Thus, when Number Nine's first punch landed, it couldn't even budge him, nearly putting Number Nine at a disadvantage.

"Kill!"

The Four-Calamity Sparrow roared, transforming into its true form. Its feathers were of four colors, matching the four halos around its body, exuding a horrifying surge of tragic malevolent energy.

As it opened its mouth, a beam of light shot forth, condensed with the power of four calamities!

This was truly frightening; outsiders found it difficult to harm him, yet he posed an immense threat to others, with terrifying destructive power.

"You've gone through four heaven-and-earth calamities and refined an immortal body? I refuse to believe in such evil! When it comes to the aura of great calamities, who can compare to this?"

Number Nine roared.

In his hand, the tattered banner swept forward with tremendous force, causing heaven and earth to collapse and the sky to fall. Wisps of an indescribably terrifying aura permeated the air.

With a thunderous sound, the Four-Calamity Sparrow's four external halos were all pierced through. It spat out a mouthful of blood, flew horizontally, and looked on in shock at the large banner.

However, Number Nine did not wield the special banner again; instead, he plunged it directly into the ground, stabilizing the mountains and rivers, and guarding the cross-section space.

He shot through the air, pursuing the Four-Calamity Sparrow, and directly attacked.

"You want to fight me bare-handed?" The Four-Calamity Sparrow was utterly indifferent. Although its protective calamity light had just been directly pierced by the large banner, it remained supremely confident.

As far as he knew, apart from artifacts that had experienced the great calamity of heaven and earth's destruction, and weapons similarly imbued with the power of heaven-and-earth calamities, other sharp objects could hardly harm him.

"The moment my gaze falls, is when calamity rises and falls!" Number Nine shouted.

At this moment, his eyes were no longer green but blazed with golden light that seemed to incinerate the sky, utterly terrifying. Two astonishingly brilliant beams of light shot forth, like flames of world destruction.

The Four-Calamity Sparrow was terrified, feeling that this gaze was not Number Nine's own, but rather eyes summoned from the netherworld, fixed upon him.

Then, he sensed that this seemed to be wisps of aura Number Nine had drawn from the smooth cross-section behind him, which filled him with horror.

What was in that smooth cross-section that Number Nine could achieve such power by merely absorbing a wisp of its aura?

Indeed, after Number Nine absorbed a wisp of that aura, his pupils shot forth golden beams, piercing through the Four-Calamity Sparrow's four halos and directly tearing its protective light barrier.

Number Nine roared loudly, his disheveled hair flying. He struck punch after punch, assailing the Four-Calamity Sparrow through the torn gap in its light barrier, engaging in close-quarters combat and directly clashing with the Four-Calamity Sparrow, which was rumored to have cultivated an immortal body.

Bang, bang, bang!

In the brutal, fierce combat, the Four-Calamity Sparrow, renowned for its immortal body, was forced to cough up blood, its body swayed, and its feathers continuously fell away.

Each falling feather would tear through heaven and earth, carrying unparalleled energy and erupting with destructive aura!

"Enough!"

The Four-Calamity Sparrow roared in anger. With a flicker, it vanished from its spot, evading the attack, intending to regroup and then return to kill Number Nine.

"How could that be enough? It's not over yet!" Number Nine shouted.

His fist print was like a rainbow. He closed the distance again with incredible speed, accompanied by fragments of time, and forcibly tore off a clump of bloody feathers.

"Die!"

The Four-Calamity Sparrow was furious. It finally evaded the attack and transformed into human form. At that moment, its body glowed, and four metallic clangs from behind it shook heaven and earth.

"I possess the Four Swords of Creation; one strike can slay a myriad of immortals!" the Four-Calamity Sparrow roared, "Kill!"

His first sword ascended from his back, flying out of its sheath. Its black light surged, boundless and terrifying, as if truly intending to butcher all immortals.

"Who do you plan to slay? Standing here, my body is invincible!" Number Nine was ruthless and utterly unfazed.

As he opened his mouth, he activated a special breathing technique, drawing essence from the smooth cross-section world behind him. Every pore on his body absorbed wisps of unique energetic matter.

With a single punch, he tore through heaven and earth, fighting the First Sword of Creation bare-handed.

This area was filled with countless symbols of the Great Dao. Sword light surged, and fist light engulfed mountains, rivers, and star systems.

"Standing here, my body is invincible, inherently undefeated!" In the distance, Number Two also roared.

Following this, Number Three and Number Six also let out soft shouts, their auras surging and their strength rapidly increasing.

"Whoosh..."

Suddenly, it sounded as if someone was groaning and then murmuring, followed by a terrifying flute melody, seemingly intent on slaughtering all living beings and annihilating the world.

"The Chaotic Calamity-Crossing Melody of Ten Thousand Spirits?!"

At this moment, even Number Nine was startled, his heart pounding. Indeed, there were peerless masters nearby; quite a few individuals had come from the forbidden zones, and now a top-tier expert had joined the fray.

In ancient times, this profound technique, simply known as the Chaotic Calamity-Crossing Melody, had once ranked third and even second, being exceptionally mysterious and unfathomable.

Number Nine had searched for a very long time back then but could not find it; this profound technique had vanished into the river of history.

He never expected that someone would play the Chaotic Calamity-Crossing Melody of Ten Thousand Spirits today!

The most terrifying aspect of this profound technique was not its singular destructive power, but its frequent and bizarre ability to reverse battles. In a very distant era, it was observed that whenever it was played, those on the same side would almost always achieve a great victory.

The Chaotic Calamity-Crossing Melody of Ten Thousand Spirits was highly sinister, incredibly terrifying, and immensely mysterious, even making Number Nine envious.

Who could have imagined it would be played here today?

Clearly, more individuals had entered the First Mountain, and the invading powerhouses from the forbidden lands were more numerous and terrifying than expected!

"Are you trying to bully us because we're outnumbered?!"

"Those of you who are taking it easy, come out!" Number Nine shouted loudly.

At this shout, the powerful beings from the major forbidden lands felt a bit dizzy and a chill ran down their spines, secretly speculating if there were truly nine of them, like brothers.

Even they, powerful as they were, couldn't help but inwardly curse. This was simply unbearable!

In the distance, sure enough, large graves exploded, their grave mounds' grass already several zhang high, and two more human skins floated out!

"We'll fight to the bitter end, who's afraid of whom?!" At this moment, a powerful being from the forbidden land shouted, his voice ringing out loudly.

In that direction, an elder from the forbidden land was incredibly terrifying; every single pore on his body exhaled chains of divine order, his magic power overwhelming the world.

He was extremely powerful and very direct, revealing part of the truth in public.

"Times have changed; some great world barriers have silently opened, and the beings in the forbidden lands are growing stronger with each generation! The First Mountain might once have held the secrets of that era, that legend, something left behind by that person. But eras change, and great worlds cycle. Even what was once most brilliant cannot shine forever; it will eventually fade, be surpassed, and even be buried! Today, let us unveil this place!"

The voice of that forbidden land powerhouse was grand, merciless, and utterly cold.

"So, there really is something connected to the forbidden lands. Has a corner of the iceberg finally been revealed?" Number Nine murmured, then suddenly looked up and said, "When legends vanish like smoke, when you are completely forgotten by the world, when you no longer exist in ancient and modern times, when those beings descend again, perhaps, then your glimmer of glory will be released once more!"

Number Nine's killing intent was boundless, even colder than the invaders'. He said, "However many trump cards, backup plans, and powerful beings you possess, reveal them all at once! We shall sacrifice an era with blood, to pay homage to that legendary figure!"