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Chapter 1658 - 1004: The Scene in the Stone Jar

Chapter 1658: Chapter 1004: The Scene in the Stone Jar

In the sea of consciousness.

The voice carried an ancient melancholic essence, rushing in without hesitation.

It did not surge into Jiang Hui’s condensed sea of consciousness embodiment.

The vast and immortal voice reverberated within Jiang Jianghuai’s true body’s ears.

At this moment.

Even though Jiang Hui immediately blocked his perception, he still felt as if thunderclaps were echoing deep in his mind.

The entire sea of consciousness was shaking, even though it was just a single sentence, it seemed as if the true decree of the Great Taoist was descending.

Jiang Hui couldn’t afford to feel the long-lost thrill from within his body, as the scene before his eyes changed once more.

In the pitch-black space, blood-colored gleams illuminated the heavens, it wasn’t an anomaly but pure blood energy surging.

From ancient history to the present, there’s brilliant crimson gleam everywhere, the place is boiling.

The energy here, just a wisp spreading would cause complete chaos in time and space, easily destroying the vast cosmos, endless universes.

But at the same time, this force is very unstable, always on the brink of collapse.

This sight is terrifying.

Despite the boiling nameless energy residing deep in Jiang Hui’s sea of consciousness.

But in his realm.

There is essentially no difference between illusion and reality.

Meanwhile, the deafening sound resounded again, unknowingly spanning an endless expanse of time: "Who are you?"

Jiang Hui steadied his mind, with a solemn face, pondered, then remained silent.

Seeing Jiang Hui remain speechless, the presence behind the voice immediately flew into a rage.

Blood and energy surged, a massive bloody hand descended abruptly, striking towards Jiang Hui.

The bloody hand was like an endless blood-colored sky, covering the entire horizon of the sea of consciousness, as if it enveloped even the edges of the universe.

The lines on the palm were no longer simple patterns, but winding blood-colored rivers.

In each river, endless blood and destruction flowed, seemingly bearing the collapse and rebirth of countless worlds.

The hand had not fully descended yet, and Jiang Hui could already feel a suffocating pressure assaulting him.

The entire sea of consciousness trembled.

In reality, his physical body couldn’t stop trembling, even the perfect Real Body of Pangu couldn’t withstand it, seemingly about to self-destruct the next moment.

"Boom boom boom!"

Space was torn apart, time was distorted, even his soul seemed unbearably small under this power.

Jiang Hui could feel the terror of that force.

If this palm descended, not only would his physical body be crushed.

Even his soul, his consciousness, all traces of his existence would be completely erased.

But still, Jiang Hui remained utterly unmoved.

His eyes were calm, with hands behind his back, like a steadfast stone in wind and rain.

From start to finish, he maintained an indifferent attitude towards the disturbances above.

Eventually,

The giant hand enveloped in overwhelming power boomed as it descended, covering the entire highland.

In an instant, beneath the hand, like a breached flood, a tidal wave of Power of Laws instantly submerged Jiang Hui’s figure.

However, the imagined scene of Jiang Hui being obliterated did not occur.

When all anomalies disappeared, the dust settled.

The figure still stood there intact.

Not to mention being severely injured, not even a single hair was missing.

The snow-white robe fluttered without gathering a single speck of dust.

All of this just now was nothing but an illusion, perhaps once upon a time, it was truly grand and exaggerated.

As soon as the voice appeared, Jiang Hui realized that within the stone coffin should have been imprinted the mark of that first being who stepped above the Sacrifice Path.

Under the budding Rule’s creation, he once again witnessed the residual traces of the existence of that first being who crossed above the Sacrifice Path.

A certain scene imprinted within the stone coffin presented itself to him in this form.

The giant hand was not directed at him, nor was the voice.

But eons ago, something attempted to spy on that being and was discovered by it.

Different times, spaces, would not directly intersect.

But taking action could resonate with some lingering power in the ages.

Better to remain completely still.

...

As the giant hand descended, the furious voice disappeared as well.

The scene before Jiang Hui changed again.

In its place,

Was a highland that even to Jiang Hui looked incredibly serene.

The highland was towering, vast and boundless, as far as the eye could see, truly vast lands.

Sunlight sprinkled, mountain ranges extended endlessly, dense forests.

The grasslands like a green sea, dotted with wildflowers, winding rivers, peaceful and sacred.

Even Jiang Hui, seeing this highland, would raise a feeling of tranquility within.

Here seemed isolated from the Great Taoist, full of vitality, like a Paradise.

On this day.

A figure suddenly stepped into this place.

Breaking the silence that had lasted who knows how long on the highland.

Thousand mountains towering, myriad peaks and forests surging.

He arrived at the deepest part of the highland.

Pulled up the ten oldest aged and vigorous ancient trees by their roots, ignited an unprecedented blaze with the blood of the Ten Thousand Clans unique to the highland as fuel.

The roaring fire swept across the entire highland,

Then, he crushed the ten mightiest peaks on the highland, burning them in the flames for a whole era.

The sand was gradually molded into the shape of three stone coffins by the fire.

Having done all this,

The figure’s initially stern and placid face suddenly changed, becoming akin to a truly compassionate Buddha directly facing mortal sufferings.

His eyes drooped slightly, brows lightly furrowed, the whole person seemed bound by countless lines that were invisible yet real.