Refining the Mountains and Rivers

Solitary Westgate bitterly smiled. Was there still any meaning to asking such a question at this time?

Qin Yu seemed to have already anticipated his thoughts and didn’t really need him to answer. He quietly whispered, “I am afraid of death, because there are too many things in this world that I cannot let go of, that I cannot give up on.

“But today, you and I can only live by placing ourselves in the jaws of death. If I succeed then there is no need for you to thank me for saving you. But if I fail, then you can join me on the road to the yellow springs.”

The Devil Overlord angrily screamed. His terrifying aura was like an endless abyss. When released from his body, it seemed as if it could swallow all things in existence.

“You have destroyed the great plan that I had been arranging for tens of millions of years. All of my efforts have been turned into running water. You…deserve death!”

As he spoke that final word, the world seemed to freeze up. It didn’t really ice over, but instead, all fluctuations were flattened down by a formidable strength!

Like a great lake that froze over in the winter!

This was true even for an incarnation of an Ancient. Although they possessed an indomitable spirit, as long as they existed in this world they would be suppressed.

Right now, Qin Yu was like a giant fish frozen in a block of ice and struggling to survive. Every movement he took resulted in the pervading power around him crushing in on him.

Kacha –

Kacha –

The small sounds were especially clear in this absolutely quiet environment. These sounds came from Qin Yu’s taut body as he struggled against the tightening space around him. Every inch of his flesh and blood was in full force, erupting with all of his strength.

His hands were placed together and he formed a strange hand seal. His roar was filled with a desolate grief. “With my Ancient body, I open the sacrificial pagoda!”

This was a forbidden art of the Ancient race. It was to abandon everything for one final struggle. When the sacrificial pagoda was opened, there were nine chances of death and only once chance of survival…and the process was extremely painful, so painful that almost no one could withstand it.

White flames erupted from Qin Yu’s body. They were cold and without any heat, but strangely burnt space, causing space to distort around him.

From this twisted space, a white pagoda phantom appeared. At first it was blurry and unclear, giving off a sense of a hallowed and sacred atmosphere. Once it stabilized, when one looked at this white pagoda they couldn’t help but suck in a breath of cold air.

Because this was a white bone pagoda!

This pagoda was formed from an incalculable number of bones that seemed to be perfectly woven together through the hands of a grandmaster.

There was not a single part of it that wasn’t exquisite.

“Impossible!” The Devil Overlord screeched, losing his voice, “With your level of strength, how can you summon the Sacrificial Bone Pagoda!

“Stop! Otherwise your soul will perish, turning into fragments that are swallowed up by the Sacrificial Bond Pagoda, never to escape!”

Qin Yu shivered. It was like bamboo pipes had been maliciously stabbed into him and his flesh and blood was wildly being sucked out.

In truth, what he felt right now was far more terrifying than words could describe. This was a torment that not even his soul could avoid!

But his complexion remained calm. Because Qin Yu wanted to survive, and if he wanted to survive, he first needed to place himself in death’s way.

Without suffering hardship, how could he pass this hurdle of life or death?

But with just himself, he was still a bit away from reaching a necessary sacrifice. Qin Yu lifted a hand and pointed out. A pale white line of fire shot outwards, falling onto Solitary Westgate’s body. The pale white flames were like an open mouth, swallowing him whole.

“Strength! I need an even greater strength!”

Qin Yu opened his mouth and roared towards the white bone altar in the space distortion above him.

Bang –

The pale white flames that wrapped around him seemed to receive some kind of instruction. Like a stream of water, they howled through Qin Yu’s nose and mouse, drilling into his body.

“Ahh!”

At this moment, with Qin Yu’s willpower, even he couldn’t withstand it anymore. His body tightened and he screamed out loud.

As the pale white flames poured into his body, his aura started to rise at an astonishing rate. Loud crackling sounds erupted from his body as he grew at an alarming speed.

As he grew, even the growth of his skin couldn’t keep up with the growth of his muscles. His skin began to tear apart and blood dripped out.

“Die! Die for this Overlord!”

Babasa shrilly screeched. He couldn’t watch helplessly as Qin Yu summoned the third Holy Mountain of the Ancient race.

Otherwise, he would surely die today!

Bang –

Wild fluctuations of strength spread out like an erupting volcano. In an instant, the void started to burn as dreadful fluctuations spread out all over like crashing tsunamis.

The Devil Overlord lifted his hands and pressed down. The endless power of the abyss erupted, condensing into a giant devil head in the void. Its eyes began to tremble and slowly open.

With just a glance, the world fell silent. Like a scene that had been paused and subsequently destroyed.

The incarnation of an Ancient, Qin Yu, was caught in this scene. He seemed to suffer the suppression of a million mountains. His rapidly growing body suddenly stopped.

But the crazily erupting strength within him didn’t stop. With his body as the medium, this growing strength collided with the suppression around him.

In an instant, massive chunks of flesh and blood broke apart, turning into powder. However, because of the struggle between the two formidable strengths, Qin Yu’s body maintained its original appearance.

But this ‘quiet’ only lasted for an extremely short period of time. Dark red blood suddenly splashed outwards. The crushed flesh and blood, supported by a formidable strength, flew out in all directions.

At this moment one could even see the white bones and broken organs beneath – Qin Yu seemed to have become a terrifying skeleton covered in flesh and blood!

The pain this produced was beyond imagination. It was enough to crush anyone’s will. Once one’s will collapsed, such severe injuries would be enough to kill anything.

Qin Yu could feel that he was like a tiny boat in a storm. He could capsize at any moment and be swallowed up by the roiling waves.

“I cannot die!”

“I cannot die!”

“I have to live…I must live…I must survive!”

The strength from the sacrificial altar thoroughly activated Qin Yu’s vitality. The flesh and blood that hung over his skeleton began to tremble and wildly grow back at a speed visible to the n.a.k.e.d eye.

In several breaths of time, his body of an Ancient was restored. However, stimulating his vitality like this without any hesitation was sure to leave behind severe consequences.

But at this moment, Qin Yu couldn’t bother with these things any longer. The more strength that came from the sacrificial altar, the more dreadful its claim on him would be.

What he was withstanding now was a pain ten times worse than before. He was barely managing to maintain that final shred of brilliance in his mind.

As for how long he could last, he had no idea. Perhaps in the next moment his field of vision would turn black and he would never wake up again.

His trembling hands reached into the skies. His fingers reached out and slowly pulled down.

Rumble rumble –

The winds and clouds moved. An unimaginably terrifying aura arrived, as if the sun hanging in the skies had fallen onto the world.

In an instant, there were no more fluctuations between the heavens and earth.

Everything in existence, whether it was alive or not, whether it was an illusion or not, was thoroughly suppressed.

Because at this moment, a mountain phantom arrived from nothingness. Its name was Suppressing All Directions – it was the Ancient race’s third Holy Mountain!