Swallowing the Stars: The Puzzle of Everything!

Chapter 84 The Call of the Mountains

"Boom!!!!"

A burst of flames exploded in the void, and Perseus was forced back by a ring of yellow light.

Waves of pressure erupted, as if mountains were pressing down on my head.

Immediately, the realm lords collapsed to the ground like dumplings being dropped into a pot, finding it incredibly difficult to even lift a finger.

Perseus, however, still possessed the ability to move.

He looked down at the astonished Lord of the Ancient Realm, and was about to make another move.

"boom--"

Another wave of terrifying pressure erupted.

One wave upon another, one higher than the next… because of this sudden increase in gravity, Perseus was forced to fall.

Even as he landed, despite feeling some strain, Perseus forced himself to raise his hand, releasing the Hun Tian Ling and smashing it towards the Ancient Realm Lord.

"Bang!!!" "Bang!!!"

The body of the Ancient Realm Lord, enveloped by layers of shields, trembled violently.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his gaze toward Perseus became more cautious as he spoke with some uncertainty.

"Combat strength at the level of an Immortal Military Lord?"

"Yes—I even defeated the Fire Cloud Saint Lord."

"We defeated the Holy Lord of Fire Cloud..."

Suddenly, the Lord of the Ancient Realm smiled.

"So what if you defeated the Fire Cloud Saint Lord? Here, you're a dragon, so you have to coil up before me; you're a tiger, so you have to lie down before me."

"Then guess why the Fire Cloud Saint Lord dared not expose my information, and from beginning to end, he never intended to completely eliminate me."

"I have a clone!" Perseus burst into flames.

Surging and turbulent, distorting the void.

The moment the Chaotic Flame spread, the surrounding 'gravity field' silently began to distort.

With the opening of the Dharma of Heaven and Earth.

Perseus, who had been suppressed, charged out again, wielding the Universe Ring and smashing it towards the gloomy-faced Ancient Realm Lord in the distance.

"boom--"

The entire altar began to tremble.

Perseus withdrew the Universe Ring and looked down at the shrunken figure, discovering that the Ancient Realm Lord's legs had somehow merged with the altar.

Which ancient ethnic group's heritage is this?

The fusion altar, mobilizing power surging from who-knows-where... and the strange corpse that had just revived.

"Why are the coordinates you provided different from those given by Hakata Souko?"

"Hakata???"

Upon hearing this, the Ancient Realm Lord was slightly taken aback. Then, when he saw the Realm Lords lying on the ground, he immediately understood how Perseus had obtained the coordinates.

"Enslaving the lords of various races, plotting against major empires with wolfish ambitions, hahaha, Perseus, you are actually the same kind of person as me."

"Unfortunately, you're too late."

"After today, I will break through to the Immortal realm. At that time, even if you have Immortal combat power, you won't be able to..."

Perseus suddenly swung out his Hun Tian Ling (a magical ribbon).

"boom--"

Endless waves of fire erupted, spreading inch by inch, and wherever they passed, world lords perished, even though they were completely willing to die.

Immediately, the smile on the face of the Ancient Realm Lord froze.

He stared intently at Perseus, muttering incessantly, but in reality, he was furious about the missing sacrifices.

Just one step away!

He was just one step away from collecting the 'Earth Soul Corpse' needed to start the ritual!

Damn it...

"You ruined my ascension ceremony—"

The Ancient Realm Lord roared and pressed his hand forward. Instantly, the surrounding mountain walls began to change, and square pits appeared one after another. Countless strange humanoid corpses rose from the ground into the sky, and black ripples flowed, forming the resentment of living beings that guided souls to fall, which surged rapidly towards Perseus.

Perseus's expression finally changed.

If he was somewhat pleased to have interrupted the Ancient Realm Lord just now, he would be instantly sent back to his starting point if he were to face these soul attacks now, even if he had the will of a Marquis-level being.

"I will definitely come back..."

Suddenly, Perseus froze.

The Ancient Realm Lord above, who had assumed that Perseus would be dealt with directly, was also stunned.

The two seemed to be performing some kind of mime, one with wide eyes and the other with an open mouth, creating an extremely awkward atmosphere.

Perseus immediately realized what was happening.

This soul attack is a "tonic" for the ideal world of dreams.

When the attacks were few, it wasn't so noticeable, but now, with tens of thousands, even millions, of soul attacks erupting simultaneously, it instantly triggered the instinct of the idyllic dreamland—to imprint endless memories of happiness.

However, what's coming now is not happy memories.

From the perspective of the dreamlike utopia, this strange power is clearly the negative resentment in the soul. Because of the special environment, it can become the best supplement for the dreamlike utopia.

So at this moment.

Even though this illusion still doesn't have many real happy memories, it can gradually become stable with the help of this energy. Perseus even has to thank the Lord of the Ancient Realm.

Suddenly, his face turned pale, as if he had suffered a severe blow...

The Ancient Realm Lord, witnessing Perseus's performance, thought: "..."

"asshole!!!!!"

"Are you taking me for a fool?"

Perseus was somewhat embarrassed, realizing he couldn't fool the old man. He immediately attacked again, transforming into a stream of light and rushing towards the altar. He raised the Universe Ring and slammed it down heavily on the old man.

A terrifying shockwave spread outwards.

Suddenly, a stone stick appeared in the hand of the Ancient Realm Lord. Its surface was rough and covered with black lines, yet it gave people the feeling of devouring souls.

The stone rod was lifted up little by little.

"Bang—"

Upon colliding with the Universe Ring once again, both Perseus and the Ancient Realm Lord felt a sense of pressure. The former could not accurately predict the opponent's condition, while the latter, although confident in wearing down the opponent, was not sure of concealing the secret of this secret realm.

As for the other coordinate?

The Ancient Realm Lord raised his head and looked at Perseus. He didn't dare to go deep into that place, so he let this kid with his remarkable survival skills go and tackle the tough challenges.

Now, let's deal with the enemy first, and then seal off the secret realm.

As long as I can trick another group of realm lords into pretending to be top-tier beings and break through to immortality, I will immediately take a few clansmen away from the Mingguang Empire. As long as I have the strength... no matter where I go, I can rebuild a clan.

"Die!"

Layers of yellow light surged into the sky like a tsunami.

Countless energy peaks flew rapidly from all directions, resonating with each other to form a large array that sealed off the void, continuously contracting and squeezing inwards.

Perseus could even see the secret patterns of the Law of Earth.

Faced with this extremely terrifying attack, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. The power of the world within his body erupted wildly, and the Hun Tian Ling spun, stirring up red waves.

Almost at the instant the two forces collided.

The call of the mountains!

Fire Dance Whirlwind, Thirteenth Form: Heaven and Earth Together!

Perseus and the Ancient Realm Lord roared in their hearts at the same time. One was pushing his attack with all his might, while the other was constantly mobilizing the energy of the secret realm. Their eyes were fixed on each other, filled with the most genuine desire to kill the other.

The massive mountainside was submerged by a surge of energy.

Countless particles shattered, and the rock walls around the waves emitted mournful cries.

Until the surging energy subsided and the smoke gradually dissipated.

Above the altar.

A slightly ethereal figure descended from above, looking exhausted. It gazed at the empty altar and a dark yellow crystal that had appeared out of nowhere, and then revealed a relaxed expression.

"Finally dead..."