Ascension of The Unholy Immortal-Chapter 293: Runic Domain

The Primordial Runic Ancestor’s defiant words echoed through the secret realm.

A surge of respect and admiration filled every living being as they witnessed this audacious display of courage.

Liang’s eyes widened in awe. So, this was the man responsible for the cultivation system that shaped countless lives across countless worlds.

The colossal eye in the sky, representing the heavens, reacted with fury. A blinding light erupted from within, searing through the void and converging into a colossal, ethereal hand. It descended with an unstoppable force, aiming directly for the Primordial Runic Ancestor.

The Ancestor remained unfazed, With a calm resolve in his eyes. He raised his right hand, and a blinding golden light erupted from his palm. Taking the form of a colossal rune, spiraling with intricate patterns that seemed to embody the very essence of creation.

The rune clashed with the celestial hand, unleashing an earth-shattering explosion that illuminated the entire secret realm. The clash of titanic forces caused space to convulse, and the fabric of reality itself seemed to fray at the edges.

The colossal eye in the sky seemed to flicker, as if surprised by the ancestor’s defiance.

"You dare defend against the will of Heaven?" the voice thundered, its tone laced with fury. "For defying the natural order and attempting to ascend beyond your destined realm, you shall be obliterated!"

"Very well, Heaven, since you wish to reclaim my soul, let us battle!"

With a flick of his wrist, a runic scroll appeared in his hand. The scroll unfurled, releasing a blinding array of runes that coalesced into a massive runic formation.

"Primordial Runic Formation: Celestial Origin!"

With a furious roar, the ancestor activated the formation. Ancient runes danced and weaved in the air, forming a vast expanse of celestial energy that surged towards the divine eye. The impact sent shockwaves reverberating through the void, tearing through the fabric of space with deafening explosions.

Undeterred, the eye retaliated, unleashing a torrent of celestial bolts that pierced through the runic formation like heavenly spears. Each bolt contained the wrath of heaven, capable of annihilating even the mightiest of beings. Undeterred, the ancestor formed hand seals with blinding speed, conjuring a series of runic incantations.

"Runic incantation: Primordial Emergence Shield!"

A shimmering shield of chaos energy surged forth, enveloping the ancestor and his formation. The celestial bolts crashed against the shield, unleashing blinding explosions that illuminated the entire secret realm. Yet, amidst the chaos, the shield held firm, protecting the ancestor from harm.

"Hmph, do you think a mere heavenly eye can defeat me? I, the Primordial Runic Ancestor, have mastered the secrets of runes since the primordial era. Your divine judgment is nothing but a joke to me!"

The ancestor’s voice boomed with unwavering confidence. As he spoke, his hands danced across the runic scroll, releasing a barrage of runic missiles that shot towards the divine eye. The missiles exploded in a cataclysmic display of energy, shattering the void and sending fragments of celestial energy scattering in all directions.

"I, have transcended the boundaries of the creation through the dao of formation and runes and forged my own path. Witness the true power of runes!"

The ancestor’s eyes blazed with an otherworldly fervor. With a thunderous roar, he unleashed another technique:

"Runic incantation: Primordial Emergence Apocalypse!"

As the incantation echoed through the void, countless runes erupted from the ancestor’s body, forming a colossal runic vortex that encompassed the entire secret realm.

The vortex churned and seethed, consuming everything in its path. The celestial eye, the divine bolts, the remnants of the runic formations—all were swept away by the unstoppable force of the apocalypse.

"I am the Primordial Runic Ancestor. And I will not be judged by heaven or any other entity!"

The ancestor’s voice reverberated through the void. As the apocalypse raged, the divine eye slowly faded, its gaze extinguished. The judgment from heaven had been defied.

As the Primordial Emergence Apocalypse subsided, the secret realm was left in utter devastation. The ground was scorched, the sky was ablaze with remnants of celestial energy, and the air crackled with residual power. Yet, amidst the chaos, a profound silence hung heavy in the air.

The Primordial Runic Ancestor stood tall, his golden robes shimmering with celestial light.

"You have witnessed the power of the Primordial Emergence Rune," the ancestor’s voice echoed through the desolate realm, "a power that transcends the boundaries of creation."

With a gesture, he summoned a golden light that enveloped the entire secret realm. As the light faded, the ravaged landscape began to heal, the scorched earth replenished, and the broken sky mended itself. The secret realm was restored to its former glory.

With that, the ancestor turned his gaze towards the Heaven Reaching Tree.

Raising his hands, he channeled the ethereal power of creation through his body.

Golden runes shimmered into existence, dancing like celestial fireflies around his fingertips. With a gentle flick of his wrist, the runes converged upon the colossal tree, enveloping its trunk and branches in an incandescent embrace.

The Heaven Reaching Tree seemed to tremble in acknowledgment as the runes permeated its ancient core. A surge of energy erupted, transforming the tree into a radiant beacon of runic power.

With a resounding incantation, the ancestor unleashed another technique of his creation:

"Runic incantation: Primordial Life Creation!"

As the words echoed through the secret realm, the Heaven Reaching Tree began to dissolve into countless glowing runes. These runes, imbued with the essence of creation, scattered like primordial seeds, permeating the very fabric of the realm.

They danced and twirled, embedding themselves in every nook and cranny, from the soil beneath to the heavens above.

Bear in mind that the secret realm’s dimensions are comparable to approximately one-fourth the size of the Common Road Realm.

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"Henceforth, this realm shall bear the name Primordial Rune Sanctuary," the ancestor proclaimed with a decisive tone. "May it serve as a sacred haven where the true essence of runic cultivation flourishes."

As the ancestor spoke, a multitude of runic lights converged in the center of the realm, coalescing into a towering stele of translucent jade. On its surface, intricate golden runes flowed and shimmered like liquid gold, forming two words: "Runic Domain."

The ancestor gazed upon the jade stele, a satisfied smile gracing his lips. Within its translucent depths, he had poured his entire understanding of the runic path.

With a series of hand gestures, he activated a complex runic formation that linked the stele to the boundless expanse of the void.

As the formation took hold, the stele began to emit a brilliant radiance that illuminated the entire secret realm. The golden runes swirled and danced, forming an intricate web that seemed to defy the laws of space and time.

With a final incantation, the ancestor unleashed a surge of primal energy that coursed through the formation. The stele trembled as if imbued with a life of its own and slowly began to rise into the air.

As it ascended, the jade surface glowed even brighter, casting a golden ethereal light upon the secret realm. The golden glow seemed to seep into the very fabric of the void itself, creating an invisible connection that defied all boundaries.

Then, as suddenly as it had appeared, the blinding radiance dissipated, leaving behind an ethereal afterglow that illuminated the secret realm. The jade stele had completely vanished, as if it had melted into the void itself.

The Primordial Runic Ancestor smiled, his eyes glinting with an ancient and unfathomable wisdom. Turning his gaze to the east, a subtle but palpable energy emanated from him before he vanished into thin air.

***

Liang’s heart pounded as he stared at the man who had just materialized before him.

There was an air of otherworldliness about him, an aura that felt both omnipotent and oppressive. "Immortal Transcendence Realm?" Liang thought, his mind racing.

"What kind of realm is that? Why has he come here? Could it be that he has discovered the chaos rune and intends to reclaim it?"

The Primordial Runic Ancestor regarded Liang with a keen interest, his eyes seeming to pierce through to Liang’s very soul. "What a fortunate individual you are," the Ancestor mused, "It appears you have acquired a drop of my blood."

"A drop of blood?" Liang’s mind buzzed with confusion, a dozen questions battling for prominence in his thoughts. Yet, he remained silent, his eyes never leaving the Ancestor’s.

Seeing Liang’s bewilderment, the Ancestor let out a hearty laugh. "Ah, it seems you are unaware of the treasure you hold."

With a graceful wave of his hand, a shimmering rune materialized in the air, glowing with a chaotic, ethereal light.

Liang’s heart skipped a beat as he recognized it—the chaos rune.

Realization struck him like a bolt of lightning, his eyes widening as he processed what the Ancestor had said. "Just one drop of blood... is enough to produce a rune like the chaos rune?"

A dangerous idea began to form in Liang’s mind, a thought as intoxicating as it was perilous. "What if I could refine the Ancestor himself?"