Ascension of The Unholy Immortal-Chapter 292: Cosmic Resonation Realm

A thunderous, anguished roar reverberated through the twisted space, as colossal gorilla-like runic creatures crumpled to the ground, defeated, its body gradually transforming into a stream of shimmering runic energy. This energy pulsated and surged towards Liang, converging into the chaos rune etched within his being, glowing fiercely as it absorbed the creature’s essence.

"That makes thirty," Liang mused, his thoughts tinged with satisfaction. "My battle prowess and runic power grow with each defeat."

The Primordial Rune Secret Realm operated on a timeline vastly different from the world outside. One year inside this secret realm equated to merely a month in the outside world. Within this temporal distortion, Liang had spent three long, arduous years without resting.

In this time, he had adhered to a rigorous routine: battle and cultivate. The cycle was relentless, but necessary. After slaying these formidable runic monsters and absorbing their runes, Liang required approximately a month to fully assimilate their power.

As the chaotic energy settled within him, he could feel the burgeoning strength, ready to be forged into new runes at his command. Yet a hesitation lingered in his mind, a caution born from uncertainty.

Two more runic slots now lay dormant, awaiting imprinting, but Liang hesitated.

Why hold back? The answer was rooted in his uncertainty about the nature of the runes he needed, he still isn’t sure yet.

The complexity of the runes, their potential dangers, and the impact they might have on his own prowess were variables he had yet to fully calculate.

The current set of runes he possesses is well-rounded. He understands the importance of not forming useless runes, knowing that hasty decisions could be detrimental. He needs to approach this with careful consideration.

Though he has the option to disperse the runes, the main issue lies in the challenge of accumulating such high-level runes again. Over the past three years, he has diligently acquired numerous Heaven and Earth treasures, akin to the rare Yin Essence. This collection is now substantial enough to begin condensing the other two essential essences.

The fact that he managed to gather so many treasures in just three years speaks volumes about the Dong Clan’s strict policy against outsiders. This policy is clearly justified, given the potential for remarkable gains. The wealth of treasures he had gained justified every scar and the countless risks taken.

His gaze then settled on the distant Heaven Reaching Tree. Despite traveling for three arduous years, he had yet to reach this landmark.

The Heaven Reaching Tree was known to be the most crucial opportunity within this secret realm. Many half-divine experts who had reached the tree had proceeded to achieve the Divine stage.

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Although he had not yet reached the half-divine stage, he felt confident that upon condensing the remaining two runes, he would make the breakthrough soon.

The Chaos Rune was an especially unique entity, one that required the sacrifice of his seven other runes just to activate. He still wasn’t entirely sure of its origins, yet the rapid advancements he had made in the Runic Mystery Realm were clear demonstrations of its formidable abilities. The rune allowed him to almost instantly comprehend any rune he came into contact with.

This ability was, undoubtedly, the principal factor behind his swift progress.

Unlike ordinary runic cultivators, he transcended the common need to grasp the power of his runes at each realm. His profound understanding enabled him to effortlessly create and comprehend intricate runic arrays.

Suddenly, his eyes gleamed with a thoughtful flicker as his gaze shifted sharply in a specific direction. He could feel it—two powerful auras clashing with tremendous force.

"Dong Zu, I arrived here first. You have no right to contend with me," a cold, disdainful voice echoed through the air.

"Dong Tong, with such a mindset, it’s a wonder you’ve even reached this level," retorted another frigid laugh.

The two half-divine experts clashed, their formidable arrays colliding spectacularly. A massive explosion rippled through the vast expanse, spanning hundreds of miles. Numerous creatures were obliterated instantly by the sheer ferocity of the impact. The magnitude of two half-divine experts’ power could not be underestimated.

Suddenly, a powerful roar resonated through the void, shaking the secret realm to its core. The very fabric of space began to fracture. The remaining twenty experts scattered across different regions of the secret realm turned to the source with grim expressions.

There was no doubt—it was the aura of a strong being, one at the pinnacle of divine level, on the verge of breaking through to an entirely new realm. Such a phenomenon was unprecedented!

"Can this realm accommodate a being of the Cosmic Resonation Realm?" Liang wondered, eyes narrowing in contemplation.

The Cosmic Resonation Realm, synonymous with the Void Return Realm, was a level of prowess rarely attained. In the annals of history, only a scant few experts had reached such heights before their ascension, transcending the confines of the mortal plane.

BOOM!!

Without warning, the sky above the secret realm turned ominously dark, casting a palpable shiver through the hearts of all living creatures below. Every eye was instinctively drawn upwards in dread.

The heavens appeared to rupture, a vast, gaping cavity unfurling. From this rift, an eerie energy began to seep into the fabric of the void surrounding the secret realm, twisting its very essence.

Sensing the shift, Liang’s expression darkened. His face, usually composed, betrayed a flash of uncertainty, and a hint of dread lurked within his eyes. His connection to the void outside the secret realm had been severed.

This realization struck him hard. One of his key reassurances had been his ability to escape the secret realm at will. But now?

Closing his eyes briefly, he took a deep, steadying breath, and when he reopened them, calm had replaced his earlier trepidation.

"At least I can still use Chaos Shift," he murmured to himself.

Gazing upwards once more, his eyes widened in sheer disbelief. Replacing the fissure in the sky was an eye, a colossal, otherworldly entity—its size dwarfing ten mountains.

The titanic eye locked onto a particular direction, its gaze fixated where the surge of powerful energy originated. A terrifying glint shimmered within it.

"Sinner number 762, Immortal Transcendence Realm, Primordial Runic Ancestor, you have evaded the heavenly judgment for seventy million years. Surrender yourself and let your soul return to the origin."

The voice thundered, a divine decree in the ears of all who heard it—majestic and overwhelming like a bolt of celestial lightning. Its source, the voice of heaven itself, seemed more animated than the one that emerged with the Kun Peng Ancestor.

Suddenly, on one of the branches of the Heaven Reaching Tree, a handsome man clad in an imperial golden robe materialized. His presence was commanding, radiating an almost ethereal brilliance.

Liang, who had been focused on his own turmoil, felt a jolt of severe pain shoot through his hand at the mere sight of the man’s back. Terror gripped his eyes as he realized what was happening—the chaos rune embedded in his soul was trying to break free.

Liang’s soul quivered violently, a crimson deluge of blood erupting from his five orifices. The unbearable pressure threatened to sunder his very essence into fragments

Panic set in.What should he do? Should he let go of the chaos rune?

No, he absolutely couldn’t! Without it, he would be down to just four runes, a fate he could not afford.

Crack!!

The excruciating pain forced Liang to grit his teeth; he could endure no more. Just then, the Universe Mirror emerged in front of him, emitting a resonant screech. From its polished surface, a gray ray shot forth, piercing Liang’s forehead.

As quickly as it had begun, the chaos rune’s rebellion ceased. It was now bound by delicate gray chains, linking directly to Liang’s soul.

Feeling the shift, Liang sighed in relief, his gaze falling on the Universe Mirror. Suspicion clouded his eyes. The mirror had saved him once more.

Though uncertain, he had always felt that the mirror held a consciousness, perhaps even a spirit, though he had never seen it manifest openly. Regardless, it had always lent him a hand in these dire moments.

"As expected of a Primordial Emergence Level Treasure," Liang mused internally.

While he remains uncertain about the exact nature or full potential of this mysterious treasure, one thing is undeniably clear: possessing it will significantly ease his cultivation journey.

His attention then shifted to the man standing loftily on the Heaven Reaching Tree. A complicated expression formed on his face as he wondered about the identity of this figure—Primordial Runic Ancestor. Who was he?

"Hmph, this seat has ascended from a mortal to an immortal, and even created a cultivation system. Do you think such a paltry power will frighten me?"

The Primordial Runic Ancestor’s voice boomed, filled with disdain as he glanced up at the eye in the sky.

Instantly, gasps filled the air. Created a cultivation system? Could it be... the Runic Cultivation System?