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Chapter 1336 - Chapter 1336 Chapter 837 land of the Forbidden Area

Chapter 1336: Chapter 837: land of the Forbidden Area Chapter 1336: Chapter 837: land of the Forbidden Area If that’s the case,

the true strength of The Master of Liu Village is probably even stronger by three parts than They have conceived.

After all, to achieve this step, to cover the karmic cause of a group of Immortal Kings, even They would need to expend a great deal of effort, and it’s not something that could be accomplished overnight.

Because even at Their level of Realm, They cannot defy the great Karma, still living under the dominion of grand causality.

Otherwise, the backlash of force would be enough to annihilate Their God Souls.

Trivial causes can naturally be ignored, but the magnitude within Karma is not the literal size it implies.

Take an example.

Sometimes, slaughtering a city of Ten Thousand Clans might be a minor cause.

But sometimes, killing a single individual could possibly taint one with a great cause.

Therefore.

They mostly choose to remain silent in The Boundary Sea, rarely taking action personally.

In the end, it boils down to one thing.

Lack of strength.

Indeed, They are powerful, but They still live under the Great Tao, still obliged to follow the precepts of the Tao, unable to truly step out of this circle.

It’s for this reason that They are so painstakingly intent on crossing into the Emperor Realm.

In the view of the Dark Quasi-Celestial Emperor, only at that Realm can one truly ignore Karma, achieving Transcendence beyond the purview of the Great Tao.

Be it the future, the past, or the present, all within a thought, one could ravage at will, manipulate at leisure.

Of course, if Jiang Hui were aware of Their thoughts, he would certainly scoff at them.

Truly stepping out of Karma, gripping the past, the present, and the future in one hand, even an Immortal Emperor could not do it; the causality involved is beyond imagination.

Jiang Hui, on the other hand, is not afraid of Karma, but his current strength is not yet sufficient to reach that step.

…

Within The Boundary Sea, the storm grows more violent, even space and time are trembling; the figures of the three Dark Quasi-Celestial Emperors appear exceptionally lofty and stern within the torrents of the ages.

Their gazes penetrate layers of fog, attempting to glimpse the unknowable secrets deep within the Immortal Domain.

The voice of Emperor Cang echoes in the silent Boundary Sea, carrying a hint of imperceptible gravity: “We have underestimated the power of the Immortal Domain, and even more so, The Master of Liu Village…”

He wears an ancient, unchanged, dust-laden grey robe, his figure thin and shriveled, hanging there entirely unremarkable, his whole body skin and bones, like wind-dried, wax-corpsed flesh, filled with an extremely dense Power of Death with not a trace of life force.

A Quasi-Immortal Emperor should be brimming with lively vigor, so vigorous it’s unimaginable, where a single drop of blood could nurture a small world, but in Emperor Cang, it is the absolute opposite.

Among the three great Dark Quasi-Celestial Emperors, Emperor Cang’s strength might not be the strongest.

But his origins could certainly be counted as the oldest.

The reason for this is that he has traced back to the most ancient of times, reached the remotest end of time, understood some secrets of All Heavens, and thus upon his return, resolutely gave up all life force, and instead cultivated the power of dead force.

“No matter who He is or what His background is, if the other party’s philosophy conflicts with ours, He will all be our obstacles, and we must eradicate Him as soon as possible.

In a little more time, the senior who will bring about destruction will awaken completely from the silence. By then, all Heavens and Myriads of Worlds will be sacrificed, and our formal entry into the Emperor Realm is within reach.”

Emperor Hong speaks with his hands behind his back, his voice buzzing.

Compared to Emperor Cang, His form is significantly more imposing, His true Body stretching hundreds of meters, His purple robe inlaid with gold and silver, the golden threads and silver lines interwoven with vivid patterns.

His entire body is enveloped in overwhelming purple qi, radiating tremendous pressure; between the opening and closing of his eyes, purple lightning flashes by, powerful enough to create and destroy worlds; pressing down, the earth cracks and the Universe’s stars turn to dust, the rampaging storm all quelled.

“From dust to dust, earth returns to earth, no matter how brilliant or dazzling one was in the past, it’s all merely a reversal within the Great Tao in the end; eternal silence through the ages, who can endure till the last? Yet, some people are destined to never understand this truth, clinging only to what they perceive as their pitiful determination, not realizing that compliance is the true path.”

“Continuing to delay is meaningless; we need to take action ourselves. Since those ants cannot force out The Master of Liu Village, then we shall force Him to show Himself!”

This time it is Feather Emperor who speaks, his voice carrying authority, releasing boundless power.

Behind Him are a pair of gigantic, flawless white wings, holy and immaculate, dazzling in brilliance, His body enveloped in a haze of radiant light, as He sits regally in an ancient chariot, his gaze intense, looking towards the Immortal Domain.

Beneath Him, the chariot is drawn by nine Ancient Beasts, each of formidable size, massive as mountains and Stars’ Fight, their bodies covered in Scale Armor, each ferocious in appearance, with long necks and sharp fangs.

Like True Dragons,

but upon closer inspection, they’re distinctly different.

They belong to a race never seen before, not any of the Ten Thousand Clans, very powerful, breathing out fierce flames from their nostrils, which could easily turn stars into ashes; even True Immortals would be unable to withstand, burned to nothing by the flames.

“This Master of Liu Village is quite enigmatic; even if we take action, remember not to linger in combat. Of course, if there’s a chance, we must also slay Him.”

Emperor Cang advises with somber eyes, enunciating each word.

He had once exchanged blows with The Master of Liu Village, aware of the latter’s prowess; His eight-tenths strength avatar was obliterated with a slap from the other, without even testing the depths of the other’s capabilities. And with what just happened, He had to be cautious.