Chapter 1346: Right Eye of Upper Wasteland!

Chapter 1346: The Right Eye of Shanghuang!

Xu Qing was indeed going to rip himself wide open!

To manifest that long corridor hidden within his soul was something Xu Qing could not achieve through his own volition.

Thus, during those long years upon Dawnlight Mountain, he had ultimately referenced several esoteric methods and discovered a singular path!

That was... to use the Primordial Ritual of Anomalies to turn himself completely inside out!

Since the corridor resided within his soul, then by inverting everything he was, culminating in the unfolding of the ritual and leaning into a crisis of life and death... according to Xu Qing's deductions, the probability of success was immense.

However, this method was far too cruel, a trial beyond what ordinary men could endure.

Yet for Xu Qing, it was the only way.

So at this very moment, as the Imperial Sword descended, the instant that wound began at his brow and sliced down to cleave his entire body, the cultivation base within Xu Qing violently erupted outward.

In the next breath.

The authority of the Crimson Moon manifested around Xu Qing as an external force, transforming into a bloody mist that condensed into a sanguine altar!

Following this, Ghost Emperor Mountain became the altar's scaffolding, lifting it high into the air!

The Golden Crow transformed into streaks of iron chains, binding Ghost Emperor Mountain to the altar, swaying of their own accord.

The power of the Poison Ban descended out of nowhere, turning into rolling black fog that bestowed its blessings upon Xu Qing.

Subsequently, Cell D132 was summoned into existence.

The maddened old painter stepped forth from within, crushing the morning dawnlight with a millstone to paint the altar, and at the southern corner of the structure, with a manic laugh, he plunged the brush in his hand straight into his own brow.

The stone lion trembled, a shrill and wretched roar tearing from its mouth.

Then, from within the poisonous fog of the altar, the scarecrow stepped out with a grinning, eerie smile, kneeling in worship at the eastern corner, its hands held high to prostrate the Bottle of Time.

At the western corner of the altar, the hand of a god manifested, placing the severed head from Cell D132 right before itself.

The head's voice echoed in a piercing, miserable shriek.

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

Scene upon scene... this was precisely the Primordial Ritual of Anomalies!

Within it, the east, west, and south corners each possessed their sacrificial offerings; only the northern corner directly in front of Xu Qing remained empty and vast.

Thus, the moment this ritual assumed its form, Xu Qing, sitting cross-legged at the absolute center of the altar, suffered a violent shudder throughout his frame.

Instantly, the immortal energy within his body transformed into invisible, razor-sharp blades, centering upon the wound at his brow and sweeping through the space between flesh and skin toward every corner of his anatomy in a single flash.

Agony instantly engulfed his consciousness.

In this split second, Xu Qing's body... was directly flayed, skin separating from flesh.

The blood and flesh remained on the body, while the skin... became a garment!

And in the residual waves of this immortal energy, his skin peeled away from his body toward both sides, ultimately separating from him entirely to fall in front of Xu Qing, landing precisely upon the northern corner of the altar.

Xu Qing had actually stripped away his own skin to serve as a sacrificial offering.

At this moment, his body possessed no dermal layer whatsoever; there was only bloody flesh interwoven with blue veins, presenting a sight that struck terror into the heart, yet his sacrifice was still continuing!

The Imperial Sword flew up, once more plunging toward his brow.

Amidst the flashing sword-light, what was ripped open this time... was Xu Qing's flesh and blood!

Moreover, reinforced by Xu Qing's own immortal energy, the sword-qi swept across his entire body in an flash with an even sharper momentum, scraping flush against his very bones.

Brutally separating bone from flesh!

Then his flesh and blood were stripped away, rising from his body to land upon his own skin at the northern corner of the altar ahead!

It was not over; having lost his skin and flesh, Xu Qing, still sitting cross-legged at the center of the altar, watched as the Imperial Sword flashed once more, and amidst the roaring of his own sword-qi, the bones of his entire body and even his internal organs separated in an instant!

One after another, they cascaded toward the northern corner of the altar.

Bones piled atop the flesh, and the viscera rested atop the bones!

And at the center of the altar, what remained at this moment... was only Xu Qing's soul!

His soul floated there, radiating a touch of sheer madness.

"Sacrifice!"

As this soulful cry rang out, the Primordial Ritual of Anomalies was thoroughly ignited!

The altar roared.

The surrounding void twisted and deformed, as if an invisible, titanic force were tearing at the boundary between reality and illusion.

Countless dark shadows also materialized into the silhouettes of various grotesquely shaped anomalies, bearing an eerie aura as they were born from the bleak, ghostly wind.

Amidst the echoing of sounds akin to weeping and howling, their numbers grew boundless and infinite.

And the very instant they appeared, like vicious beasts catching the scent of blood, they pounced... straight toward Xu Qing's soul.

Within every dimension, within every concept, within every tale, whether in nothingness, whether in time and space, whether in any parallel existence, all were completely locked down.

Ensuring that Xu Qing's soul, and everything within it, was entirely enshrouded.

Gnawing and tearing in a state of absolute frenzy.

Meanwhile, the painter laughed eerily after his death, his corpse-hand lifting to paint with manic fervor.

The stone lion roared!

"What are anomalies? They preceded the gods, ascending the astral rings; the world of anomalies stood before the divine!"

The severed head bounced up and down, singing a loud song, its voice sharp as a funereal dirge!

As for the outside world, those projections of gods formed within the gaze of Shanghuang now suddenly swept in from all directions amidst the incomparably grave expression of Crown Prince Ziqing.

They sought to destroy everything.

At this critical juncture, amidst the unparalleled tearing agony that Xu Qing's soul was enduring, the Imperial Sword floating before him flashed violently, its sword-qi striking heavenward as it slashed directly into Xu Qing's soul!

The moment it descended, Xu Qing's soul was finally ripped open within the sword-qi!

Allowing the power of the Primordial Ritual to find a vent for expression, surging directly into Xu Qing's soul!

Opening his soul entirely!

And the instant it opened...

Endless black fog unexpectedly erupted from within Xu Qing's soul.

Within those vapors, door after door could be seen!

The shapes of these doors were irregular, some large and some small; they encircled one another, actually forming a long corridor passage!

And deep within that corridor passage... there surprisingly existed a colossal throne!

Right now, the moment the primordial anomalies and those divine projections drew near the black fog... all the doors within this corridor passage suddenly shuddered.

Then... all of them began to roar and shake with an incomparably violent momentum!

The sounds of thumping shook the heavens and split the earth.

That was... the sound of doors being pounded upon!

All the doors trembled, as though something unknown lurked behind them—something that had sensed the chaos beyond and now raged with frenzied desperation, hurling its full strength against the barriers.

It wanted… to burst through!

The deafening clamor carried a terrifying weight of oppression, faintly underscored by guttural growls that shook the soul itself.

This sudden onslaught caused every invading specter and divine projection to shudder violently. Their expressions twisted into unprecedented terror, and they recoiled instantly, desperate to flee.

But it was already too late…

Though those doors were forged of unbreakable substance—seemingly impervious no matter how furiously the entities within roared or pounded—

Not all of them held.

Amidst the thunderous assault, just as the phantoms and projections began their retreat, a single wooden door deep within the chamber—closest of all to the throne—suddenly erupted with a sound louder than any before.

**Bang!!**

At that deafening crash, the roars from all other doors faltered, silenced for an instant.

Then… that deepest wooden door, beneath the force of this unparalleled din, abruptly… cracked open a sliver!

The moment that fissure appeared, strands of black hair steeped in decay shot forth like serpents, radiating overwhelming greed and savagery as they surged outward in a frenzy.

As if starved for countless eons, the moment they emerged, those tresses lashed toward every specter and divine projection without hesitation.

No matter how desperately they struggled or resisted—it was utterly futile.

In a flash, the black hair coiled around them all, binding them instantly, then yanked backward with brutal force…

Dragging every last one back!

And at impossible speed, it hauled them through the narrow crack—straight into the darkness beyond!

The very next instant, the wooden door slammed shut.

Black mist recoiled violently, surging back down the corridor, swallowing everything in its wake.

And at that precise moment—the Primordial Rite reversed!

Sacrificing itself… to nourish Xu Qing.

In the next heartbeat… Xu Qing’s soul mended. His scattered viscera, bones, flesh, and skin all returned to him.

Finally, as the altar dissolved, Xu Qing stood there—pale-faced—and slowly lifted his head, fixing his gaze upon Zi Qing, the Crown Prince, who watched from atop the desolate expanse.

Neither spoke a word.

Zi Qing remained silent as well.

In that profound stillness, only the faint, spine-chilling sounds of chewing lingered in the void—flickering in and out of perception.

After a long while, Zi Qing’s eyes gleamed strangely.

“You’ve truly reached this point.”

“Little brother… I’ve waited for this day a very long time.”

“And now, you possess the power… and surely understand: Shang Huang, the Divine Sovereign, holds dominion over fate itself.”

“But do you know? Shang Huang’s left eye sees the future… while the right sees the past.”

“And now, the Shang Huang in the sky possesses only the left eye.”

“His right eye… is here.”

Zi Qing pointed downward.

At that gesture, the earth beneath his feet roared and split apart violently.

Simultaneously, the entire Tun Tian Domain convulsed.

Nor was it confined to this realm alone—even neighboring great domains trembled in response.

In the next moment, across multiple domains including Tun Tian, every mountain collapsed thunderously, as if some subterranean dragon had turned over, carving out a colossal chasm!

This rift tore instantly through several domains, stretching to unimaginable lengths—

Becoming a canyon so vast and horrifying it seemed ripped from ancient myth!

Like a scar upon eternity itself!

Its epicenter lay precisely beneath the imperial palace of Zi Qing’s kingdom.

Then, the canyon violently peeled open outward!

Golden light erupted from within, blazing skyward with overwhelming intensity!

At that moment, if one stood at the highest vantage and looked down upon Tun Tian Domain, one would clearly see…

That canyon spanning multiple realms was, in truth, a single, opened colossal eye!

An eye identical to the shattered ocular remnant hanging in the heavens!

This… was Shang Huang’s right eye!

Buried deep beneath the earth, it now opened wide!

And at its very pupil—the heart of its gaze—stood Zi Qing himself.

In that instant, Crown Prince Zi Qing stood bathed in twin gazes: above him, Shang Huang’s left eye; below, the newly awakened right.

Both eyes were open—centered upon him!

As their beams converged, Zi Qing raised his right hand.

In it, he held an object.

An ancient skull.

His own skull—from that distant age!

Taken by him when the Empress ascended to godhood.

Now, he lifted it high into the air.

Between the intersecting gazes of Shang Huang, the skull radiated boundless temporal essence, warping heaven and earth. All around Zi Qing, reality began shifting through ages—countless figures flickered from death to birth, flowing like rivers through time.

The power of this skull melted the void, melted time and space, melted all things—

Including Zi Qing himself.

Only his voice echoed through the dissolving world:

“Reverse time and space—return to antiquity.”

“Little brother… I’ll await you in that ancient age, for our final battle!”