Chapter 1323: Primordial Sacrifice of Strange Objects!

Chapter 1323: The Primordial Ritual of Anomalies!

Within the sea of gold and silver light, amid the tumbling waves, the Time Bottle from Xu Qing's passage of time was condensed into being.

That seemingly ordinary small bottle now exuded waves of ancient, primordial intent.

That antiquity was far too distant, carrying a dense decay that seemed difficult to fully reveal its origin, even under the retrospection of the wishing power.

Even with the blessing of Xu Qing's constitutional law, causing time and space to flow across this Time Bottle, it was only in the end... that a blurry relief emerged on the surface of that mundane little bottle.

The carved lines seemed to come alive, intertwining and twisting with one another, finally and faintly forming a sphere.

It was rotating, emitting an aura of life.

"Is that... a star?"

Xu Qing's eyes narrowed.

As the star rotated, beams of light like the morning glow instantly appeared, spreading across the entirety of the small bottle.

Xu Qing's pupils contracted, and he was just about to gaze intently.

But the shrill voice from the deity of the Mother River interrupted everything.

Its divine persona erupted at all costs, and under the diffusion of endless divine light, it finally wore down the chains of constitutional force on its body, causing the pulling force to vanish.

Thus the image vanished, and the Time Bottle returned to its mundane state.

The Lord of the Mother River retreated rapidly, his face pale and body weak, eyes filled with murderous intent, while the turmoil in his heart churned violently.

This time, his injuries were extremely severe; even though only thirty percent of his true form had arrived, the cracks on his divine persona were enough to affect his true body.

"Not only are there multiple divinities plotting around this person, but he also possesses other inexplicable things!"

"Most of those inexplicable things are related to the Wanggu Continent itself..."

"In all likelihood... this person is the final struggle formed by the ultimate power condensed by Wanggu under the encroachment of the Upper Desolation!"

"Therefore, Wanggu's providence is with him, the Heavenly Dao is with him, the light of formation is with him, and that strange bottle is also related to him!"

"No wonder the grand designs of the supreme divinities have all converged upon a person like him!"

"However, by connecting your own chains of law to me, though it restricted me, I have likewise perceived your weakness through this connection!"

A golden gleam flashed in the eyes of the Lord of the Mother River as golden flames ignited within his divine eyes, spilling forth and instantly flowing across his entire body.

Blazing furiously.

Within the golden flames, his appearance grew holy, though the touch of resoluteness in his expression was exceptionally stark.

"Your flaw is indeed as I anticipated; how could the fusion of Immortal and God be so easy!"

"You are merely forcing yourself to hold on!"

"Your current state is only temporary; the integration of Immortal and God cannot endure long for you!"

The divine voice of the Lord of the Mother River echoed through the starry sky, laced with madness, and he raised his right hand as his divine persona... began to self-combust under the frantic dancing of the flames in his eyes!

In the next instant, an even denser fire erupted violently upon him, making him resemble an unquenchable divine flame in the starry sky.

Incinerating everything nearby into nothingness, turning it into nourishment for his own combustion, the flames grew even grander.

Emitting light and heat, it transformed into divine might, as if seeking to incinerate the entire universe.

For a time, his divine intent reverberated throughout the starry sky.

Then, in this desperate state of combustion, the Mother River deity raised a hand and pointed at Xu Qing.

At this moment, the words from his mouth truly became the rules of the Star Ring!

"I wish that your Immortal and Divine states become unstable, splitting apart within three breaths!"

"I wish that your Immortal soul becomes independent, subsequently collapsing upon itself!"

"I wish that your Divine body devours your soul, and all shall turn into an illusion!"

Each of these spoken wishes became the rule of the Ninth Star Ring, echoing through all the universes within it, causing all living beings to tremble while transforming into three closed eyes of law.

At the center of the Mother River deity's brow, the first eye snapped open.

The moment it looked toward Xu Qing, tearing sounds actually echoed from the gold and silver sea surrounding him, and the gold and silver within began to separate from their previously fused state.

Silver on the left, gold on the right; Xu Qing, positioned between the two seas, also showed signs of separation in his physical body at this very moment.

The original instability was magnified infinitely!

Witnessing this scene, the Mother River deity wore a hideous expression as the second eye at the center of his brow instantly opened.

The rules erupted, the Star Ring roared, and Xu Qing's soul suffered violent turbulence in this split second.

Yet Xu Qing did not care about any of this; neither the separation of the gold and silver sea of light nor the fluctuations of his own Immortal soul affected his will in the slightest.

At this moment, he allowed the Mother River deity to open his eyes, while a divine ability composed of his own techniques surfaced within his mind.

That was a divine ability inherited from Li Zihua, named the God-Execution Stage!

"In the end, it belongs to someone else, but it can serve as a reference to forge a... divine ability of my own."

Xu Qing raised his hand and, following his thoughts, beckoned toward the void.

Summoning the authority of the Crimson Moon, it transformed into an endless bloody mist beneath him, which violently churned and abruptly condensed into a blood-colored altar!

It was the Crimson Moon Altar!

Next was the Ghost Emperor Mountain, sourced from the bronze black tower; it did not stand erect but instead transformed into the shape of a tower, serving inversely as the altar's support frame!

Holding the altar high!

Furthermore, chains transformed from the Golden Crow locked the bottom of the tower, connecting to the altar and swaying of their own accord.

This scene formed a bizarre image, presenting itself before Xu Qing just as he closed his eyes.

Subsequently, the power of the Poison Restriction descended out of nowhere under Xu Qing's intent, transforming into rolling black mist, and within that fog, a massive and blurry beastly shadow stood at the western corner of the altar.

Cell D132 was likewise summoned forth by Xu Qing.

Within it, the old painter walked out with a crazed expression, using a millstone to crush the morning glow to color the altar.

Then, mixed with the boy's blood of providence, it was smeared onto the eyes of the stone lion, causing the stone lion to tremble as a shrill, piercing roar erupted from its mouth.

Meanwhile, the old painter cackled madly as he plunged the paintbrush in his hand into the center of his own brow, crawling toward the northern corner of the altar before his demise, where he died.

Next, from the toxic mist of the altar, a scarecrow with a wide, eerie grin walked out swaying, arriving at the southern corner of the altar where it knelt toward the center, holding an object high with both hands.

That was the Time Bottle.

Finally, at the eastern corner of the altar, a divine hand manifested there, placing the head from Cell D132 right in front of itself.

The voice from the head was echoing shrilly.

"You are dead, you are dead, you are dead!"

Witnessing these sequential events, the heart of the Mother River deity trembled; he felt an intense crisis of life and death, the intensity of which surpassed anything prior, giving him a premonition of impending doom that could not be stopped.

"What is this!"

Amidst the echoing voice, Xu Qing, who was sitting cross-legged in the void above the altar, abruptly snapped his eyes open.

He looked toward the deity of the Mother River.

A cold, chilling voice issued from his mouth.

“In this life, I have fused with every abomination, gathering them all here—borrowing the primordial intent behind your wish—to perform this rite!”

“Let it be called… the Primordial Abomination Rite!”

The moment the final word left Xu Qing’s lips, the starry sky trembled, and the altar roared.

Instantly, every space around Xu Qing began to warp and distort, as if an invisible force were tearing at the boundary between reality and illusion.

From all directions, black shadows darker than even the Poison Ban surged forth through gusts of frigid wind, swiftly converging around the altar.

Within that darkness, indistinct silhouettes of grotesque entities emerged—emanating an aura so horrifying it chilled one to the bone, ancient beyond reckoning!

Ancient, it seemed, even before the gods themselves!

At their presence, even the divine trembled in terror.

Wails like weeping, howls like screams echoed across the starry void—as though primordial horrors, slumbering since the birth of the world, had been awakened.

Hungry to devour!

They writhed and thrashed within the dark, then, beneath Xu Qing’s gaze, suddenly lunged toward the Mother River Deity with a deafening shriek.

Endless, countless—a sight enough to shatter the mind of any who beheld it.

Where they passed, the stars decayed, rotting like festering flesh.

The Mother River Deity’s expression twisted in alarm; the sense of mortal peril overwhelmed her. She immediately retreated, unleashing divine arts to defend herself. Radiant godlight erupted from her form, interwoven with the powers of wishes manifesting as divine authority, forming a barrier around her body.

Simultaneously, she dissolved into nothingness, fleeing through divine means!

Yet the abominations born of the Primordial Abomination Rite pursued her like bloodthirsty beasts scenting fresh gore—faster, sharper, shrieking with unbearable shrillness.

Be it void, time, space, or any parallel realm—they followed the Mother River Deity’s trail without beginning or end!

In every dimension, in every concept, in every story, they caught up to her, dragging her back from every corner until she reappeared at the center of the altar.

There, amidst her agonized cries… the sacrifice commenced!

The altar erupted—seizing her body!

The Black Tower thundered—crushing her soul!

The Poison Ban spread—sealing her divinity!

And thus, the entire altar roared into full ritual!

Countless abominations swarmed upon her, gnawing and rending with frenzied hunger.

Meanwhile, the Painter’s corpse grinned eerily after death, its hand rising in madness to sketch anew.

The stone lion roared!

“What is an abomination? Older than gods! Ascending the stellar rings—the Realm of Abominations existed before the divine!”

A severed head bounced, singing merrily:

“At the third quarter of midnight, pierce your finger for blood; offer seven orifices to honor Lord Abomination.”

“Give your left eye to the Curse-Beast Sparrow, your right to the Scroll of Time.”

“Hang both ears upon the Black Crow, stuff your tongue into a bronze jue.”

“And your divine marrow, your godhood—cast your spirit-soul into the River of Forgetfulness!”

“Bury what remains beneath Sin Mountain; let your divine kingdom collapse in blazing ruin!”

“Finally, turn the millstone thrice—and the true face of the Abomination Rite shall appear!”

This chant pierced the air like a funeral dirge!

No matter how desperately the Mother River Deity struggled or roared, she could not escape this dreadful shroud.

The eerie power of the Ninth Stellar Ring, in this instant, converged upon this place as its outlet—and exploded without limit!

In mere moments, under the overwhelming might of the Primordial Abomination Rite, the Mother River Deity’s form disintegrated, her radiance extinguished utterly!

Together with the altar, she vanished completely into nothingness!

Only the lingering traces of eerie energy remained in the starry void—and a faint sigh from the long-dead Ancient Immortal.

Silence fell over the stars.

Xu Qing stood alone amidst the cosmos, sensing the quiet around him. At last, he lifted his head and gazed far into the distant universe.

After a long pause, he raised his hand and drew forth the Treasure of the Immortal Sovereign. With a gentle sweep over the starry expanse beneath his feet, he traced a line.

Beginning at his feet, it curved outward in a perfect circle, enclosing the ancient realm within.

Standing upon the boundary, Xu Qing’s voice rang out across the entire Ninth Stellar Ring:

“Henceforth, any outsider who crosses this line shall bear the consequences themselves!”