Like a spider’s web, Jared’s spiritual sense threaded through the restrictions beneath the floor tiles, ultimately locking onto a yellow stone wall behind the throne.
At first glance, the wall appeared ordinary, yet ancient Barbarian runes writhed across its surface, each crimson stroke radiating a savage, archaic pressure.
With a flick of his finger, Jared unleashed a wisp of chaotic sword energy that struck the rune nexus with pinpoint precision.
Boom!
The stone wall split apart, revealing a passage that plunged into unfathomable depths.
Darkness filled the corridor, save for a distant, ghostly golden light, accompanied by thick, almost viscous spiritual energy and the faintest ripple of a divine soul.
Eyes narrowing, Jared stepped inside.
The instant his foot touched the floor, thousands of bone lamps flared to life, Illuminating a circular vault with a dome three hundred meters high.
The sight was spectacular: luminous immortal crystals were embedded across every wall, lighting the vast space as brightly as midday.
On the central jade platform, celestial gems were piled into a veritable mountain, their spiritual energy so thick it almost condensed into visible mist.
Scattered all about lay countless jade boxes and beast skin scrolls, and even several spiritual plants that radiated chaos aura so potent it made Jared’s consciousness field quiver. But what truly made his pupils contract was the golden divine soul floating in the deepest recess of the treasure vault.
That divine soul, roughly nine meters high, was clad in beast-bone battle armor, though its features were blurred, it exuded a supremacist majesty that looked down on all beneath the heavens, and totemic illusory shadows unique to the Barbaric Clan circled its form, every mark seeming to contain laws from the dawn of creation.
“Outsider, you dare trespass upon the Barbarian Ancestral Grounds, do you seek death?!” The divine soul’s voice roared like a chorus of ten thousand beasts, making the entire vault hum and vibrate.
Jared felt an irresistible pressure crash over him-at least a hundred times stronger than Troynar’s had been, and it faintly touched the threshold of the Quasi-Saint Realm.
In the blink of an eye, activated the time nascence; his domain erupted outward, trying to suppress the foe. Yet the divine soul merely chuckled coldly, with a casual sweep of its sleeve, a golden shockwave as solid as iron smashed into Jared’s domain.
With a brittle crack, the domain shattered like glass. A dull pain blossomed in Jared’s chest, the blast drove three full steps back, and a thin ribbon of blood traced the corner of his mouth.
“An embryonic time nascence, and you flaunt it before me?” The spectral figure strode through the air, five fingers curling into talons that tore space itself as they lunged at Jared’s throat. “Out of regard for the difficulty of cultivation, cripple yourself and I may leave you an intact corpse!”
Jared’s gaze turned glacial. Chaotic spiritual energy raged through as summoned the Immortal-Slayer Flying Dagger, sending a streak of cyan light arrowing toward the soul’s brow.
But with a lazy flick of one finger, the divine soul smacked the dagger aside; it spun back across the vault, and a hair-thin crack even marred its surface.
Impossible… This strength is far beyond what i anticipated!
If a soul remnant wielded such power, what heights had the ancestor of the Barbaric Clan once reached?
He hurled technique after technique, even rousing the Chaos Bead within his consciousness field, yet the divine soul stood unmoved like an eternal sacred mountain; every counterstrike was fraught with danger
Seeing the attacks grow ever fiercer while the spiritual energy within was about to run dry, bit hard on his lip and sank his mind into his consciousness field. “Mr. Vermilion, it’s your turn!”
“Hahaha! Want me to possess you again?” Vermilion Demon Lord’s laughter rang out.
“No, this one’s a divine soul, just come out directly,” Jared replied.
Vermilion Demon Lord was currently a divine soul himself, making the perfect match for the foe before them.
The seal inside the consciousness field burst apart with a thunderous boom, and an ominous dark-red silhouette wreathed in overwhelming demonic aura shot Skyward, the very Vermilion Demon Lord who had dwelled there for so long.
No sooner had appeared than became a streak of light that dove into the vault, charging straight at the golden divine soul.
“Which decrepit fossil thinks can lay a hand on one of mine?!” Vermilion Demon Lord’s figure swelled, becoming a kilometers-tall demonic colossus.
Pointing at the divine soul’s face, let loose a torrent of curses. “Look at you! Neither man nor ghost! Been dead so long no one burns you funeral money anymore? Are you so broke that all you’ve got left is that rickety skeleton?”
