Grasping the Evil-Chapter 925: Too Late

Ning Fan stepped on the Thousand Zhang Sword Light, slicing through the forbidden space. After six breaths, the sword light rushed to the highest point of the seventh layer.

On the seventh breath, the sword light directly pierced through the sky of the seventh layer, traversing multiple layers of spatial turbulence, charging straight towards the eighth layer.

At this moment, in the eighth layer, Ao Xuan and others were diligently breaking through the palaces, cautiously advancing toward the ninth layer.

In the sky above, were densely packed ice coffins, as many as forty-three thousand, with not a single coffin vacant, all containing ancient corpses.

The entire eighth layer was deathly silent, not even the sound of the wind could be heard. Even Ao Xuan and the others progressing, dared not make a sound.

Ao Xuan, positioned at the farthest back, had just broken through the eleventh palace of the eighth layer, arriving at the entrance of the twelfth palace.

The Fourth Ancestor reached the 26th palace, the Second Ancestor reached the 41st palace, and the First-Generation Barbarian Ancestor reached the 53rd palace. The fastest was the always silent Seventh Ancestor, who had already reached the 104th palace.

His speed was swift, advancing like a ghost, leaving behind trails of seven-colored afterimages as he moved.

He quickly broke through the 105th palace, followed by the 106th, 107th, 108th palaces... Soon, he had broken through the 111th palace, reaching the highest point of the eighth layer.

At the highest point in the sky, one could see a sea of gray fog which was extremely peculiar, isolating all sounds. Even within this fog sea, performing spiritual techniques would go unnoticed by the ancient corpses outside, with not a sound heard.

At the center of the fog sea, a massive dark green stone door hovered in mid-air.

The stone door was very ancient, its years beyond counting. Carved on the door was a totem of a gigantic eye, half-open and half-closed, with a faint gray light flowing upon it. Upon closer examination, it revealed numerous gray runes, numbering in the tens of thousands.

These runes seemed to possess an intangible deterrent force, making it so that within several dozen miles of the stone door’s center, no ancient corpse dared to approach.

This door was the only entry to the ninth layer.

The first seven layers only required slicing open the sky to enter the next layer. The eighth was different; the stone door had to be opened to enter the ninth layer.

A ruined stele stood outside the stone door, with lines of scripture carved in ancient immortal script.

Many words were incomplete, making them unrecognizable, but some sentences on the stele remained relatively intact.

’...I, Yin Mo Ancestor, am the Ninth-Generation Savage God of the Ancient Barbarian Realm... besieged by Purple Dou Immortal Cultivators, escaped, then suppressed by a body double of the Purple Dou Immortal Sovereign, imprisoned in the Ninefold Celestial Towers... If there comes a day of escape, I swear to kill off all Purple Dou Immortal Cultivators...’

The pressure emanating from the stone door was overwhelming, getting closer to it made each step extraordinarily difficult.

The Seventh Ancestor followed the ancient blue stone path, delving into the center of the fog sea. Upon reaching one hundred zhang from the stone door, he stopped. His gaze swept over the ancient stele outside the stone door, profoundly deep.

"The passage to the ninth layer is not in the sky but within this stone door. As long as you open this stone door, you can enter the ninth layer. The Barbarian God Yin Mo is right there..."

The Seventh Ancestor approached and attempted to push the stone door, only to find it immensely heavy, impossible to budge.

Suddenly, a perilous sensation surged in the Seventh Ancestor’s mind, prompting him to retreat immediately.

The stone door before him trembled slightly, and the half-open eye totem on the door suddenly opened wide, its gaze filled with a heartless disposition, as if it could disregard all life and death in this world.

As the eye opened, a voice emerged from the stone door, resonating in the Seventh Ancestor’s mind.

"With your cultivation of the Eternal First Calamity, you have no right to enter the ninth layer. Withdraw!"

Withdraw!

Withdraw!!

Withdraw!!!

The voice from the stone door was incomparably majestic, yet filled with disdain. It wouldn’t allow the Seventh Ancestor to step into the ninth layer, looking down on the Seventh Ancestor’s cultivation.

The voice echoed in the Seventh Ancestor’s mind, causing a dull ache in his divine sense, yet his gaze remained unchanged, still as deep as a thousand-zhang pool.

"A mere stone door, gaining just a sliver of spirit awareness, dares to disdain me. Very well, let’s show you if I am worthy of passing through this door."

The Seventh Ancestor stepped forward, and the two heads, one crying and one smiling, simultaneously opened their mouths, ejecting two black and red beams as thick as bowls, the Barbarian Flash Technique unique to the Barbarian Clan, straight towards the stone door.

He intended to blast the stone door open with a single strike!

The two beams of Barbarian Flash instantly split into four in mid-air, and rapidly increased, four to eight, eight to sixteen, reaching ninety million in an instant.

The Seventh Ancestor pointed forward, all ninety million Barbarian Flashes slammed onto the stone door, the force nearly equalling a full-force strike from a Second Calamity Immortal Lord. The stone door, under this attack, showed numerous cracks, but with the flash of the gray runes, the cracks on the stone door immediately repaired themselves, returning to perfect condition.

"That strike just now was not enough to enter the ninth layer! This place is not for you!"

The stone door sneered, as from the eye totem, two thousand gray runes flew out, converging to form gusts of gray wind. In the wind’s center, four gigantic Fire Phoenix silhouettes appeared, their bodies ablaze with gray flames.

The four gray Fire Phoenixes screeched, flapping their flaming wings, as the gray sea of flames surged toward the Seventh Ancestor. The flames were terrifying, turning the heavenly traces along their path into ashes.

Seeing this, the Seventh Ancestor’s expression slightly altered. If he did not leave, he would surely be engulfed by the sea of flames. After a swift retreat, he raised his hand and pointed forward, immediately summoning nine million Barbarian Flashes from the heavens, merging into an icy crescent blade, slashing towards the sea of flames.

With one slash, the sea of flames was directly split in two, the knife light unstoppable, eventually cleaving heavily onto the stone door.

This time, the stone door’s cracks were more numerous, but with a flash of gray runes, it swiftly repaired itself, as pristine as before.

"Still not enough!" The stone door smirked slightly, seeming to disdain the power of the Seventh Ancestor’s strike.

The stone door was condensed from Immortal Qi, having absorbed nature’s spiritual energy for countless years, it eventually birthed a hint of spirit awareness.

Due to the stone door being condensed of Immortal Qi, once damaged, it could self-repair in moments. Ordinary Eternal Immortal Venerables could hardly break it open forcibly. Unless faced with an Immortal Emperor-level powerhouse, inflicting irreparable damage in a single strike, the stone door was difficult to forcibly break through.

"Manifest the Causal Body Double!"

The Seventh Ancestor’s gaze remained calm as water. With a turn of his hand, he produced twelve chess pieces, some black and some white, and flicked them forward, offering them before him.

As soon as the chess pieces traveled a short distance, they transformed into human forms, becoming twelve white-haired, seven-colored robed elders, standing with pride.

These twelve elders, shrouded by seven-colored light, were unrecognizable, each possessing power near that of an Eternal Immortal Venerable, all causal body doubles refined by the Seventh Ancestor.

One elder opened his mouth to inhale, directly absorbing much of the Immortal Qi from the stone door into his belly, consuming and refining it, weakening the stone door considerably.

Another elder pricked his fingertip, drawing a crow totem before him, chanting incantations, transforming the totem into numerous crows, fearlessly crashing into the stone door, self-destructing upon impact.

The other elders displayed their divine skills, and within just a few breaths, the stone door suffered extensive damage, covered in cracks, nearly shattering.

"Interesting, but still not enough!" The stone door indifferently remarked, as the runes flashed, all cracks were instantly repaired. Despite the twelve seven-colored elders’ attacks, they could not break the stone door.

"Truly troublesome..." For the first time, the Seventh Ancestor frowned, retrieving all twelve causal body doubles.

"Fortunately, I came prepared."

With a turn of his hand, the Seventh Ancestor produced a ghostly Soul Tempering Streamer, kneeling slightly on one knee beneath the stone door after a brief consideration.

This kneel was not to the stone door but to the many Barbarian Gods of the Ancient Barbaric Wilds.

The Ancient Barbarian Clan possessed numerous forbidden techniques, only by offering homage to the Barbarian Gods and borrowing a trace of the Barbarian God’s Power could corresponding divine skills be displayed.

"Fan Mokong of the Eleventh Division of the Ancient Barbarian Realm, from the Fan Family, beseeches the Barbarian Gods of the Heavens, grant the Barbarian God’s Power."

After speaking, the Seventh Ancestor bit his fingertips, inscribing a gigantic blood formation in the air with a flick of his fingers. With a wave of the Soul Tempering Streamer, over a million Barbarian souls flew out, all trapped within the blood formation.

These Barbarian souls initially bore confused expressions but gradually regained a sliver of awareness as time passed.

The souls of the Barbarian Monks were the first to regain intelligence. Recognizing the origin of the blood formation before them, they were appalled.

This blood formation was recorded in the ancient texts of the Barbarian Wilderness, an ancient array used for sacrifices to the Barbarian Gods by ancient barbarians.

Legend had it that ancient barbarians were distinct from those today, capable of extending life and gaining power through cultivation.

Legend has it that the ancient Barbarians could lay down a Sacrificial Formation, borrowing the power of the Barbarian God through sacrificial offerings, to perform some special Forbidden Techniques.

These legends are recorded in many ancient books, and some even retain the Array Map, known by many Barbarian Monks.

Unfortunately, the later generations of Barbarians cannot cultivate, and no one can set up the Sacrificial Formation to borrow the power of the Barbarian God in heaven and earth...

However, some of these Barbarian Monks still recognize the Sacrificial Formation! The formation in front of them is definitely the Sacrificial Formation; they are being sacrificed!

"Not good! Our souls are being captured and will be used as sacrificial offerings!" Some Barbarian Monks, in great shock, informed other Barbarians of the scene unfolding before them. Instantly, millions of Barbarians fell into chaos.

"What! We have become sacrificial offerings! I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die! Lord Immortal, where are you, please come to save us! I beg you!"

"Lord Immortal..."

"Lord Zhao Jian..."

One by one, the Barbarians showed expressions of despair, kneeling in the blood formation, praying devoutly.

Once again, they have fallen into a desperate situation, with no assurance of survival in this Barbaric Catastrophe.

They once believed in the Barbarian Ancestor, but that faith has been shattered. Now, they place their faith in only one person, a different race Immortal who saved them during the disaster.

Immortal Zhao Jian, he is the last faith of these Barbarians.

Whether old or young, every Barbarian is praying. They do not know if the Immortal will come to save them. Even knowing that the hope is slim, they are reluctant to do nothing and wait for death. It seems that only when they are praying can they reduce the fear of facing death somewhat.

Lord Immortal, where are you...

We Barbarians have been abandoned by heaven and earth, suffering endless calamities, are you willing to come and save us... If you come, we are willing to offer our hearts and become your loyal footmen...

This scene made the seven ancestors feel somewhat displeased, frowning slightly.

The Barbarians of the Barbarian Wilderness Ancient Domain have always been footmen of the Fan Family Cultivator, these Barbarians only need to worship the seven Barbarian Ancestors of the Fan Family. How can they worship someone else? Haha, actually changing their faith to worship an Immortal Cultivator named Zhao Jian, what a joke.

Immortal Zhao Jian? Haha, never heard of him.

No one can save you, that person called Zhao Jian cannot save you either, you are just sacrifices for me to advance to the ninth layer.

"With the ancient heaven as my witness, I call upon the Barbarian power of the heavens to descend upon me!"

The seven ancestors showed a merciless expression and deeply bowed towards the blood formation.

With that bow, each of the million Barbarians in the blood formation seemed to be struck heavily, screaming miserably as their soul entities began to dissipate rapidly.

"The second bow!"

"The third bow!"

After the third bow, the seven ancestors suddenly rose, coldly looking at the million Barbarians in the blood formation, as if they were livestock.

Under his intimidating gaze, Barbarian soul bodies continued to vanish, the number of dead Barbarians increasing rapidly, and within moments three hundred thousand had died. And an indescribable power gradually gathered upon the seven ancestors.

That power, though a mere trace, was the legendary Barbarian God’s Power passed down through the ancient Barbarian Clan. It was enough for him to perform a low-grade Forbidden Technique of the ancient Barbarian Clan.

"Only sacrificed three hundred thousand Barbarians, and already a trace of Barbarian God’s Power descended... It is enough. The remaining seven hundred thousand Barbarian souls will be left for future use..."

The seven ancestors pointed a finger to stop the sacrifice of the blood formation, collecting the seventy hundred thousand fortunate Barbarian souls into the Soul Tempering Streamer. Then he quickly formed a seal with his ten fingers, chanting old spells, and his body suddenly turned into a shadow.

Step by step, he moved towards the stone door. This time, the seven ancestors’ body seemed to become void. He lifted his right foot, extending it towards the stone door, with his nearly transparent right foot penetrating directly into the stone door.

At this moment, as if merging with the stone door, his will seemed to replace that of the stone door, as if the stone door became him, and he became the stone door...

"An Ancient Barbarian Forbidden Technique! Alright, you are qualified to enter the ninth layer!" The stone door’s tone grew grave.

It didn’t know exactly which Ancient Barbarian Forbidden Technique the seven ancestors used, but it had already determined it could no longer hinder the steps of the seven ancestors.

Next, the seven ancestors would slowly integrate into the stone door, and eventually emerge on the other side of the stone door, directly entering the ninth layer.

The seven ancestors ignored it and continued, body gradually merging with the stone door. The Barbarian God’s Power he borrowed was limited, so the integration with the stone door was slow, taking a long time to bury half his body in.

Suddenly, the seven ancestors were slightly startled, looked towards the lower layer direction.

At this moment, the dead silence of the eighth layer was interrupted by a sudden whirl of wind and gentle rain descending from the sky.

Odd... The chill in the eighth layer is extremely intense, and the temperature is terribly low, any water droplets falling here would instantly freeze into ice. Why is it raining in this place...

This rain doesn’t resemble something conjured up by Divine Skills... It has no traces of artificial creation... Where did this rain come from? Seven ancestors furrowed his brows with a tinge of unease emerging in his heart.

"Strange, why did it suddenly start raining... This rain won’t wake the ancient corpses here, right?"

Ao Xuan, First Generation, Second Ancestor, and Fourth Ancestor all wore worried expressions. Fortunately, the rain didn’t disturb the ancient corpses and they felt a bit relieved.

However, for some reason, the rain continued to pour and grow stronger.

Initially a gentle drizzle, later on, nearly a downpour akin to a waterfall.

At the entrance of the eighth layer, spatial rifts suddenly appeared and grew more numerous until finally shattering, revealing the turbulence of the spatial flow beneath.

Amidst that spatial turbulence, a giant Thousand Zhang Sword Light abruptly burst forth!

Atop the tip of that sword, stood two figures. One of them was a young man in white, his silver hair dancing wildly within the wind and rain, the ghost face mask concealing all expressions save for eyes brimming with Evil Qi.

The torrential rain in the heavens and earth was conjured by the youth’s Heaven Prying Rain Technique, witnessing the scene of the seven disciples offering Barbarian souls in a blood sacrifice.

He came late, thirty thousand of the million Barbarian souls had been sacrificed...

The Barbarians who died, in their final moments, had still been praying for his arrival, but, he was late.

No sadness was evident as Ning Fan had long been indifferent to life and death, his heart like steel, the deaths of the Barbarians unable to upset him.

Yet an anger lingered in him, those Barbarians’ prayers before demise, clear and unerasable from his mind.

The deadly aura enveloping the eighth layer grew even more menacing.

Ning Fan took a step, and the Thousand Zhang Sword Light, having just surged into the eighth layer, locked onto the seven ancestors and charged ahead in a sword flight.

The immense forbidden space’s power of the eighth layer attempted to bring Ning Fan down, but it was entirely eradicated by the Thousand Zhang Sword Light.

The remaining seventy thousand Barbarian souls, he intended to reclaim all of them!

"It’s actually sword flight!"

The moment the Thousand Zhang Sword Light entered the eighth layer, Ao Xuan and the others gasped, even the seven ancestors showed shock for the first time.

The forbidden space’s force within the eighth layer had reached an unfathomable strength, even weaker Immortal Emperors might not be able to fly in the eighth layer.

The arrival had at least mid-level Immortal Emperor strength!

Who is this person!

Upon seeing Ning Fan’s ghost-faced demeanor with silver hair, Ao Xuan, First Generation, Second Ancestor, and Fourth Ancestor all had drastic changes in expression.

"It’s actually him!" The four simultaneously exclaimed.

A person possessing ’Immortal Emperor’ strength was unexpectedly that Ghost-Faced Master...(To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to give recommendation votes and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com for reading.)