CHAPTER 87: CHAPTER 87: SUMMONING THE GREAT ANCESTOR_1

Above the raging Void, the moment the five clusters of energy emerged, they began to shift and solidify into spectral figures donning crowns, exuding an air of kingly dominance.

As if awakening from an endless abyss, they struggled to open their eyes. Two beams of white light shot from them, shattering the Void and revealing a hint of confusion. But soon, they normalized, their hollow eyes filled with intense oppression.

"How long have I been fallen?" the spectral figure in the center asked, its voice deep, ancient, and filled with the vicissitudes of time.

"To the Progenitor, it has been a million years!" the Skeleton King answered, bowing reverently.

"Ah, has it truly been a million years?" The spectral figure fell silent for a moment, then sighed faintly. It looked at Qin Wudao and the others, asking coldly, "You awakened us this time because of these outsiders, did you not?"

Having been a king for tens of thousands of years, it still possessed such discernment.

"Progenitor, if we defeat the outsiders, we can leave this confined space and step into the main world. However... we’ve encountered some difficulties!" The Skeleton King wore a look of shame, knowing full well how brutal the ensuing events would be.

"You wish to borrow our strength?" the spectral figure asked calmly, its expression unchanging.

The Skeleton King lowered its head.

Here, the unique traits of the Skeleton Ghost-Kin must be mentioned. In essence, the Skeleton Ghost-Kin were not true living beings. They were a special species gestated in a unique environment.

The most significant difference was that they possessed no souls!

Once fallen, they would vanish completely, leaving behind no physical form. However, the Great Dao is impartial, and existence itself implies reason, always leaving a thread of life.

Of course, those who could contend for this thread of life were exceedingly rare!

Only Skeleton Kings who were Heaven Realm Martial Artists! Upon reaching the Heaven Realm, Skeleton Ghost-Kin could condense a faint soul. After falling, they could integrate this soul into an energy orb, granting them a chance to revive and be reborn.

"Hey! Are you two done talking? Are we fighting or not?" Zhang Yangtian stood to the side, asking with annoyance. His eyes narrowed slightly, a grave solemnity flashing within them. The five spectral figures that had appeared exerted immense pressure on him.

Each spectral figure possessed combat power equivalent to the early Heaven Realm. Although this was the weakest level of the Heaven Realm, it was still at least a hundred times stronger than a Transcendent Realm martial artist.

"This..." The five spectral figures hesitated. Their current soul power could only sustain their existence. Once they engaged in combat and consumed that energy, it would be exhausted, and they would dissipate into voidness.

A miserable life is better than a noble death! Even if there was only a slim chance of revival, it was better than nothing!

"As the king of my people, I am prepared to sacrifice myself for the clan!"

"If the clan can walk into the light after this battle, I will die without regret!"

"My only regret is not being able to see the world outside, to feel the sun, the rain, the spring breeze, the winter snow..."

"Fight! For the clan!"

But soon, the ’Progenitor’ spectral figure in the center spoke with a heavy voice, its gaze firm. A brilliant light radiated from its body, its aura surged, and a boundless killing intent emanated from it, ready for a bloody battle to the end.

"Let us fight! We bear the duty to protect our clan. Let this be attributed to ill fate!"

Hearing the ’Progenitor’s’ words, the other four spectral figures steeled their resolve. With determined gazes, they gathered their internal auras and unleashed their power without reservation.

The attacks of five Heaven Realm Martial Artists might not be much in the outside world, but within the confines of these ruins, they could unleash a cataclysmic disaster.

Five beams of white light pierced through the heavens, as if heralding doomsday. The Void was torn apart, revealing innumerable spatial rifts that spread across the entire ruins like a spider’s web.

The entire ruin world began to tremble!

Countless ghost creatures trembled in fear, burrowing into the earth and curling into balls, shivering uncontrollably.

SPURT...

The prodigy immersed in dreams involuntarily spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground.

"With the Ancestors taking action, victory is assured!" The Skeleton King heaved a sigh of relief, standing to the side, looking for an opportune moment to strike.

"Don’t hold back!"

"Fight with all your might!"

Zhang Yangtian and Qin Wudao exchanged a look, roared under their breath, and charged towards the spectral figures, their power shaking the region.

Neither of them noticed Duan Yonghui, who had collapsed to the ground, a sinister smile creeping onto his lips.

Was he awake? Or still comatose?

"Manifest!" Zhang Yangtian yelled, soaring into the sky. The power of Yin and Yang erupted from his body, and a black jade seal appeared above his head. It oozed a dense ghostly aura and was engraved with two black and white ghostly figures, their eyes glowing red as if ready to devour anyone.

The King’s Armament: Impermanence Seal!

This was the hereditary treasure of Changeable Mansion, equivalent to a nation’s Jade Seal. It possessed extraordinary might and could summon myriad ghosts to battle.

"Suppress!" Zhang Yangtian roared, his hands forming a series of profound hand seals. With each seal, the Impermanence Seal expanded, and in the blink of an eye, it had grown to a thousand zhang in size, like a God Mountain, pressing down with immense force.

Streams of black mist billowed out endlessly, filled with the roars of countless ghost creatures, their mournful cries sending chills down the spine.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Innumerable ghost creatures shrieked, howled, and charged fiercely, forming a black torrent.

An aura of death permeated the air, threatening to destroy the world!

"Myriad Bone Hammer Annihilation!"

One spectral figure strode forward, Spiritual Energy roiling around it. A bone hammer appeared in its hands, weighing Wanjun. Wherever it passed, the Void shattered, and a gaping hole was torn open.

It looked at Zhang Yangtian coldly, devoid of any emotion. For the future of its clan and to avenge its kin, it was determined to kill him.

After all, the outcome of its attack would be death regardless! Better to fight one last, exhilarating, victorious battle before dying.

This was also the first time it had fought against a being from the outside world.

BOOM!

The two world-ending attacks collided, producing a thunderous sound. The entire Ghost Tomb Ruins trembled, and at the edges of the ruins, thousands of miles away, signs of collapse could be vaguely seen.

This world was too fragile; it could only withstand the power of the Heaven Realm.

If a Heaven Realm Martial Artist were to attack recklessly, this world would revert to Chaos within half a day.

WHOOSH!

WHOOSH!

Two figures were sent flying backward. After Zhang Yangtian and the ghostly figure stabilized themselves, they attacked again. The chilling Evil Qi and crimson killing intent stained the grey sky.

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"Finish the battle quickly! We don’t have much time!" the ’Progenitor’ spectral figure said gravely. With a wave of its right hand, a bone fork appeared, emitting a crimson glow and brimming with murderous intent as it launched an attack at Qin Wudao.

"Let’s fight!"

Another spectral figure tore through the air, a long saber appearing in its hand, its sharp aura rending the sky.

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

The last two spectral figures also launched their attacks, a desolate battle intent, promising slaughter beyond measure, surged forth.

"This time, you will all undoubtedly die!" The Skeleton King grinned malevolently and joined the assault.

Three of the Heaven Realm spectral figures attacked Zhang Yangtian!

The other two Heaven Realm spectral figures and the Skeleton King attacked Qin Wudao!

Tremendous aftershocks!

The world quaked!

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