Biochemical Martial Arts: Supreme Heavenly Venerate
Chapter 957 - 784: The Trembling of Bloodlines

Li Weiliang suddenly plunged the Seven Illusion Heavenly Feather into her heart. At the moment the feather merged with her bloodline, the earth veins of the entire Yellow Mountain Island roared to life.

The light of the Seven Illusion Heavenly Feather surged dramatically, countless light plumes transforming once again into giant hands that covered the entire desolate island.

At this moment, Li Weiliang's life force rapidly drained away, her consciousness gradually blurred, and each breath brought forth fragments of her organs, yet her eyes held nothing but unwillingness and determination.

"Break through, everyone break through for me!"

At this moment, the soldiers of Beicheng District were astonished to find that their wounds were healing, and their declining vitality was being restored.

The light of the Seven Illusion Heavenly Feather now intertwined further with Li Weiliang's blood, transforming into a rainbow bridge that spanned between Yellow Mountain Island and the sea two hundred miles away.

In the distance, Great Wei's First Divine Envoy Mo Yuan looked with cold indifference. The 'Void Night' spear in his hand once again pierced the void, ready to strike through Li Weiliang's forehead.

Yet, just at that moment, Mo Yuan let out a sound of surprise.

He discovered a pure source of Dream Power within Li Weiliang, which suddenly exploded, restoring her withered Primordial Qi significantly in an instant.

Mo Yuan additionally realized the Concept Divine Power originating from the West Abyss within him was completely extracted in a split second.

The void and illusion concepts that he had wielded to ninety percent strength dropped to below seventy percent in an instant.

"Divine?" Mo Yuan's eyes flickered with terror, panic growing in his heart, wondering if the Divine had come to know of his secret dealings with the Hope Venerate.

Just at that instant, Mo Yuan felt a sudden jolt in his heart, sensing something, and he raised his gaze toward the extreme north of the sky.

He saw a dazzling golden light burst forth from the northern horizon, like the dawn breaking forth, piercing through endless darkness.

Soon after, an overwhelming torrent of steel approached, consisting of over sixteen thousand nine hundred Heavenly Demon warships, their presence like a star river suspended in the sky, vast and magnificent, awe-inspiring.

Every warship shone with radiant luster, runes and energy circuits interwoven like a net, releasing overwhelming energy fluctuations that twisted and trembled the surrounding space, as if even the heavens and earth wailed beneath their pressure.

Each ship resembled a moving fortress, with the Star Annihilation Cannon at the bow poised to fire, seemingly ready to tear the sky apart at any moment, its vast energy sweeping forth like a furious sea, invoking reverence in all.

Even more eye-catching, above the fleet soared a golden Fire Bird, its wings spread wide, flames burning around its body, each feather like crafted metal, flashing blinding lights, as if a Great Sun had descended to illuminate all directions.

And above the Fire Bird, a golden figure stood majestically, surrounded by a glow of radiant gold, splendid and brilliant, resembling a heavenly god descending upon the world.

He gazed down upon the battlefield, and with a light touch of his fingertip, a Power of Purity rippled out like water, spreading instantly over the entire battlefield. Wherever this power passed, the furious energy fluctuations were calmed, the rampant spiritual energy and magic were purified, and even the aftershocks of battles among Ninth Realm experts quietly dissipated, as if all conflict had returned to serenity at this moment.

"Under purity, all things return to peace."

A calm and resolute voice, as if from the depths of chaos, echoed like divine music in everyone's ears. The golden figure's aura merged with the heavens and the earth, becoming the indisputable ruler of this battlefield.

On the battlefield, the originally intense energy clashes and interwoven beams of light seemed to have been paused, everything returning to silence.

An intangible pressure enveloped the entire battlefield on Yellow Mountain Island. It was neither physical oppression nor mental intimidation but a tremor originating from the depths of laws, causing all present, whether Martial Cultivator or Battle Dragon, to feel an unprecedented sense of constraint and oppression.

"What is that?"

Li Weiliang's bloodline within her body suddenly trembled, her pupils contracted sharply, and her gaze involuntarily turned toward the direction of the golden figure. A surge of indescribable emotion rose in her heart, as if the gears of destiny quietly shifted at this moment.