Consuming Earths, Devouring Skies

Yan Zaizen wanted to cry but no- wait, he was crying. The tears flowed from his eyes at his misfortune of today. First, a meteor with a mission chased him down like a criminal by the authorities. Then, a wasp tried to sting him in the face for god knows what, and albeit he did get his revenge for that act, he felt that the world was against him. Not to mention, when he found an almost heaven-class fortune, but could only weep as he had no way to obtain it.

Now, this.

Who wouldn’t cry at all this? It was like the heavens were taunting him one after another for fun. Well, screw the heavens! Screw this dirty old man! Screw this formation! Screw this ring! He felt beyond aggrieved like a beautiful virgin taken forcefully in the night by a bandit. Why did this have to happen to him?

Regardless of his aggrieved state, not a single person in the area paid attention to him or his wallows. Han Genji looked towards the Soaring Cloud experts with a slight smile filled with sinister intentions as he brandished his scythe of death.

The time for talking was over.

Seven Qi Unification experts versus one Origin Core Realm expert. This will be the highest form of combat that Yan Zaizen had ever witnessed, so since he was going to die, either way, he decided to pay full attention to this show and await the time when one of the ripples of energy wipes him out in body and soul.

However, man presumes and the heavens laugh.

Han Genji vanished like a shadow dissipating in the sun. Gao Shiyan didn’t panic but radiated a unique oppressive aura around himself that pressed against the surroundings. The grass directly beneath him was pressed tightly to the ground, and Yan Zaizen who were directly below them felt this overwhelming force. Gravity! It was a Gravity-based Art. Luckily, it seems it wasn’t too strong and thus Yan Zaizen wasn’t crushed to blood paste.

Han Genji didn’t reappear, and this obviously left Gao Shiyan further vigilant of his surroundings. Currently, he was in the formation of his opponent. This left him at an obvious disadvantage, even if one disregarded Han Genji’s cultivation.

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"Ahhhhh!" A shriek of intense horror resounded in the surroundings, causing all the cloud experts to look towards the source. What they saw left them in utter horror.

One of their members had his body split in half. Not horizontally, but vertically. He was still screaming somewhat as the two halves of his body slowly lost their support in mid-air.

Eh?

Yan Zaizen, the one who was watching this all, was genuinely surprised. Then, horrified.

As a cultivator, one experiences danger, and quite often. However, what horrified him wasn’t the battle or gruesome sight of the person’s organs and blood spraying all over him. No, that did surprise and terrify him to the extreme, but what truly left him quite literally pissing his pants was the Soaring Cloud experts.

Besides Gao Shiyan...all of them didn’t notice that their heads were spinning!

They had curious and vigilant looks, but not one of them released a single sound of their beheading. It was as if they didn’t realize their lives were reaped.

What the fuck!

These were Qi Unification experts! The same level of cultivation as his own elders of his clan, and yet this happened. He couldn’t reconcile his mind, and his scalp numbed at the sight. His breathing became exacerbated by the events and caused the flowing blood from the air that fell to fall into his mouth. What more, he didn’t even realize it himself. Pants pissed, organs falling from the sky, blood flowing like a river towards him, and he was paralyzed. This situation felt like a nightmare.

It was only a few seconds later that Gao Shiyan noticed his beheaded companions when he saw several geysers of blood spray upward from their necks violently. Blood, a lot of it, got on him due to their close proximity. His expression went from calmness to curiosity to comprehension to surprise and finally, absolute horror. A reminder, Gao Shiyan had his aura surrounding the area, and he didn’t even perceive their deaths. This left his scalp tingling and his heart pulsating with fear.

As a veteran expert, he didn’t even consider fighting this monster any longer. He knew without his allies, he had zero chance, and the fact that they died under his watch meant even with them there was a zero chance. He needed to survive. To hell with anything and everything else. His body lite up with a resplendent brown-gold glow filled with the essence of gravity as he burned his Qi Essence. It was as if his body was on fire - a brown-gold fire. His aura pressed so hard that Yan Zaizen’s body immediately laid flat on the ground and his bones continuously being fractured.

Gao Shiyan didn’t hesitate and executed what seemed to be a forbidden art as his body grew older in seconds, and like a comet of light, he shot outwards with imperceptible speeds. Yan Zaizen couldn’t see him any longer, and from the beginning to end, he didn’t even see that dirty old man, Han Genji.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" A scream of horror resounded, one that obviously originated from Gao Shiyan. One unbefitting a veteran expert in Yan Zaizen’s imagination. Unfortunately, he couldn’t look back due to the pressure on his body and thus could only hear the constant screams of Gao Shiyan from behind him. He could, however, hear his words.

"Please, Han Genji, don’t do this! We can come to an agreement!" His pleading tone grew more and more desperate as his blood-curdling screams didn’t stop one bit. However, all Yan Zaizen can hear besides the screams was a malevolent laughter that seems to want to send one’s soul down the cold-embrace of hell.

Then, nothing.

The screaming and laughter stopped, even the pressure on Yan Zaizen’s body stopped. His bones were in a mess, and he couldn’t even move if he wanted to. His Qi was gone at this point, using every last ounce of it to resist the pressure from earlier. The only reason he didn’t lose consciousness at this point because of his soul cultivation maintaining his awareness.

Suddenly, a plop sound resounded near his face. He could see in front of him was a still beating heart like someone had just torn it out of someone’s chest. The still-beating heart pumped blood and splattered more blood on his face. His pupils turned into a needle-point. A sensation of danger emerged in his heart.

"Oh?" Han Genji’s voice resounded. It held a bit of curiosity and interest. Yan Zaizen couldn’t help but want to look his to-be-murderer in the eyes, so he struggled with all his might to see the man’s face. However, when he did, he felt like his entire being had just descended into hell. This dirty old man gave him the feel of a death god. His life and death were no longer under his control, and this was an eerie sensation. One he had never felt before.

"Initial Qi Revolving? Hm." Han Genji’s sunken eyes looked at him, and he felt like that he was completely naked. His entire existence was laid bare by those eyes. For a second, he was even thinking of pleading for his life, hoping someone of Han Genji’s status wouldn’t wipe out his existence. He knew it was wishful thinking, and if you wished for it - it’s unlikely to happen.

"Soul Cultivator? Nascent-Level...Advanced?!" Those words caused Yan Zaizen to be surprised. Nascent-level? Advanced? What did those mean? Did that mean his soul was advanced?

A laughter broke him out of his stupor, and as he regarded Han Genji once more, he couldn’t help but be in disbelief. He could see...excitement in his eyes. What did that mean?