Fantasy: Unparalleled Prince, Conquering the Heavens!
Chapter 108: All Flowers Withered Away_1

Chapter 108: Chapter 108: All Flowers Withered Away_1

This must be an illusion. It will be over soon! Hua Nianshen thought. Even now, she still didn’t doubt the Impermanence Saint.

A continuous influx of energy poured into the massive pool at the center of the Formation, producing countless threads of scarlet vapor, sinister and eerie.

On a distant hill, Hua Yourong’s eyebrows were tightly furrowed, her hands clenched, her face full of concern. The feeling of unease deep within her heart grew increasingly intense.

"Activate!" A savage glint flickered in the Impermanence Saint’s eyes as he forcefully swung his arms towards the massive pool. Crimson light surged like a tide, completely activating the Formation.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Suddenly, the faces of the Ten Thousand Flowers Sect Disciples surrounding the Formation contorted. Their bodies began to swell, and with a series of loud explosions, they burst into clouds of blood mist. Scarlet blood obscured the sky.

Then, the Formation unleashed a powerful suction, swallowing all the flesh and blood.

In the massive pool, fresh blood began to trickle, emanating a pungent, bloody stench.

"No!" Hua Yourong, witnessing this scene from the hill, cried out in sorrow. Her entire body trembled as she flew towards the Formation, desperate to save the remaining Disciples.

But would the Impermanence Saint allow her to succeed?

"Die!" The Impermanence Saint sneered, slamming his palm down. A gigantic handprint formed in the Void, shimmering with terrifying murderous intent, like a colossal five-fingered mountain intent on suppressing everything.

Before Hua Yourong could react, the surging palm energy flattened her into a pile of mangled flesh, her body obliterated.

"This..." At this, Hua Nianshen finally came to her senses. She roared, "Stop the Formation immediately!"

Even without her command, the Ten Thousand Flowers Sect Disciples knew what to do. They began to retract their Spiritual Energy, preparing to flee the Formation. However, what happened next made everyone’s expression change in terror.

"What’s happening? Why can’t I control the Spiritual Energy in my body?" an Elder shouted, his face full of terror.

The rest of the Disciples experienced the same; the Spiritual Energy within their bodies gushed out uncontrollably, like water from a breached dam.

Of course, this wasn’t the most critical part. What truly drove them to despair was that the Void had been sealed by the Formation, leaving them immobile.

BOOM! BOOM!

The sounds of Ten Thousand Flowers Sect Disciples self-detonating grew more frequent, like the tolling of a death knell. The ten-mile sea of flowers and the hundred-mile flower mountain were all shrouded in blood mist.

"Impermanence Saint, you deceived me?" Hua Nianshen demanded, her eyes wide and bloodshot, blazing with a murderous rage.

Watching the dwindling numbers of Ten Thousand Flowers Sect Disciples, her heart bled. Was the Ten Thousand Flowers Sect’s legacy of several hundred thousand years truly going to end today?

I regret it! I hate myself! This outcome was entirely due to her naive belief in the Impermanence Saint’s lies and her disregard for Hua Yourong’s warnings.

If only I had been more vigilant, if only I had listened to Hua Yourong’s warning, perhaps the outcome would have been better!

"JIEJIEJIE... You’ve cultivated for several hundred thousand years, yet you’re still so naive? In the world of cultivation, it’s all about deception and scheming. If you must blame someone, blame your own weakness!" the Impermanence Saint cackled, his tone icy as he accelerated the Formation’s operation.

Countless Ten Thousand Flowers Sect Disciples perished one after another in the blood mist. Wails, pleas for mercy, and enraged curses filled the air.

In the face of life and death, the true nature of all beings is revealed!

The Impermanence Saint remained impassive, continuing the slaughter. About four hours later, of the hundreds of thousands of Ten Thousand Flowers Sect Disciples, only Hua Nianshen remained. She was collapsed on the ground, gazing resentfully at the sky.

"It’s your turn." The Impermanence Saint descended from the sky, landing before Hua Nianshen. He lifted his black robe, revealing an aged face. Unlike his previously benevolent appearance, he now looked grim, like a fierce demon.

"Impermanence Saint, I curse you to a terrible..." Hua Nianshen raised her head, a venomous curse forming on her lips. Before she could finish, her body uncontrollably swelled and then exploded. Her potent Semi-Saint power surged into the blood pool.

BOOM!

After absorbing a vast amount of energy, the blood pool began to roil as if boiling. It seemed to be nurturing a supreme demon, poised to emerge and wreak havoc upon the world. Evil Qi soared skyward like a pillar of fire.

The Seal Spirit Formation was complete! This Formation was unlike the Seal Spirit Formation beneath the Imperial Capital, which had taken two years to materialize.

"HAHAHAHA!" Standing above the blood pool, the Impermanence Saint threw his arms wide, laughing maniacally. The sound waves of his laughter stirred towering pillars of blood, blanketing the hundred-mile radius in crimson energy.

In an instant, all the flowers on the mountain withered! In that same instant, all the beasts fell prostrate, turning into desiccated corpses in the blink of an eye.

Such rich energy! Truly worthy of a Seal Spirit Formation constructed by over a hundred thousand Martial Artists. Once I absorb it, my injuries should heal, and I might even advance further! the Impermanence Saint thought excitedly. His figure flickered, and he sat cross-legged within the blood pool, unleashing a terrifying suction force.

A formidable aura permeated the air.

「The Holy Fire Domain」

"Report! The Qin Empire has mobilized a million-strong army and deployed them to the border! The border generals request reinforcements!" an urgent voice cried out, echoing over the Holy City. This news threw the already precarious Holy Fire Sect into renewed turmoil, and countless members were filled with dread.

"Gentlemen, what are your thoughts on the Qin Empire’s deployment of troops at the border?" In the spacious grand hall, a man in a black robe sat in the highest seat, asking in a solemn voice.

If Qin Wudao were present, he would be astonished to find that this man was Duan Yonghui—someone he had previously killed. Incredibly, Duan Yonghui had returned to life.

He had indeed died once. However, because he possessed the ’Dark Demon Body’—embodying both the God of Man and the God of Demon—he had been able to resurrect using the power of his Divine Body. The price, however, was the permanent loss of his Divine Body, reducing him to an ordinary prodigy.

Many figures occupied the hall, but few among them were loyal to Duan Yonghui; the majority had sided with the Dali Court. Notably, all ten Archbishops who held military power, except for the Grey-Clothed Archbishop, were Han Yuquan’s trusted followers.

"Pope, has the blood pool been completed yet?" Han Yuquan inquired. He sat in a jade chair, a vial of pale green pills in his hand, his expression indifferent. He ignored the frontline crisis, instead asking about a seemingly unrelated matter.

What did the Qin Empire’s deployment and invasion of the Holy Fire Domain have to do with him?

Nominally, he was the Dean of the Holy Fire Sect’s Dali Court, responsible for overseeing the domain’s affairs. In reality, however, he was an Elder of the Changeable Mansion and cared little for the Holy Fire Sect’s interests.

The Holy Fire Domain served as a buffer between the Changeable Domain and the East Ancient Domain. But with the emergence of a Saint in the Qin Empire, the Holy Fire Domain’s strategic importance had become negligible.

Comparatively, the blood pool being constructed in the Holy Fire Domain was far more critical! After all, this blood pool was intrinsically linked to the future of the Changeable Domain.

"Dean, it will be ready in three months," Duan Yonghui replied. A flicker of fear crossed his eyes as he glanced at the green pills in Han Yuquan’s hand. In the Ghost Tomb ruins, he had abandoned Zhang Yangtian. As punishment, his antidote had been withheld, and for a week, he had endured a living hell. Even now, the memory made him shudder; he hadn’t fully recovered. Thus, he dared not conceal anything from Han Yuquan.

"Excellent." Han Yuquan breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that the Holy Fire Sect, with its current strength, could not possibly withstand an attack from the Qin Empire. Furthermore, with their Saint injured, the Changeable Mansion was in no position to escalate conflict with the Qin Empire.

He hesitated for a moment, then continued, "Issue an order: mobilize all soldiers of the domain and deploy them to the frontline to resist the Qin Empire’s invasion. As for reinforcements from the Changeable Mansion... they will arrive in due course."

Hearing this, Duan Yonghui visibly relaxed and said solemnly, "As the Dean commands."