Unstoppable Martial Arts: Starting from Attribute Points Allocation-Chapter 945 - 461: Creatures Gather, Divine Bone Appears_2

Chapter 945: Chapter 461: Creatures Gather, Divine Bone Appears_2

On this day, the perimeter of the Lost Paradise was bursting at the seams with all sorts of creatures gathered, even the descendants of great ferocious beasts hurried over.

“That’s the retired old clan leader of the Murong family from Xiling House. It’s said he had already reached the pinnacle of the True Spirit Realm, yet here he is, making an appearance.”

“What’s so surprising about that? Look over there, elders from top-tier sects such as Tianxing Mountain and Fire God Temple, as well as Heavenly Pride disciples are amongst those in this Secret Realm. Their strength stands at the pinnacle, normally no one dares to provoke them.”

“What’s truly strange is that, within the Secret Realm, there are so many powerful fierce beasts. Some have an aura comparable to the great ferocious beasts within forbidden zones. If it weren’t for the fact that true great ferocious beasts cannot leave their territories in forbidden zones, one would think that the actual great ferocious beasts themselves had descended.”

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At a glance, a swathe of darkness stretched out, packed with people. Aside from cultivators, there were many other creatures. Such a scene had not been seen since the opening of the Heavenly End Secret Realm over a year ago.

What was shocking was that the cultivators who entered from the Outside Realms gathered with the indigenous creatures of the Secret Realm, and at the moment, there seemed to be no violation of peace, no conflicts arising.

Under normal circumstances, or in other places, whenever cultivators and indigenous creatures of Secret Realms met, intense battles were inevitable.

As the Heavenly River was completely cut off, the power of the Curse that enveloped this place gradually receded, and the Divine Soil had already been sealed by Lu Yun in his Cave Heavens, with the terrifying Thunder long since completely vanished.

However, the power of the Curse from the Heavenly River was the most feared. If it were not certain to have completely disappeared, these cultivators and creatures would not dare to venture deep, daring only to linger on the periphery.

And those Heavenly Pride with strong physical bodies and cultivators possessing treasures resisted the power of the Curse to move forward.

Compared to before, the power of the Curse still lingering in Heaven and Earth had become exceedingly thin, but to those cultivators with decaying physical bodies, depleted vitality, and weak blood, it still posed a significant threat.

Thus, at the perimeter of the Lost Paradise, such an odd scene formed: those who seemed to be high-level, powerful True Spirit Realm experts watched the deep area shrouded in haze and suffused with purple qi, hesitating to move forward.

Whereas those young cultivators who appeared to be lower in realm, only around the second or third level of the True Spirit Realm, marched confidently towards the deeper parts.

For such a scene, those powerful cultivators certainly felt indignant. They had waited for hundreds of years just for the Secret Realm to open, to come here seeking treasure opportunities for breakthroughs. Now that they had finally awaited the change in the forbidden Lost Paradise, they were unwilling to watch others take the step ahead.

Competing for opportunities was such that being slow by a step meant lagging behind every following step, ultimately missing out on the chance.

Several scattered cultivators at the ninth level of the True Spirit Realm, unwilling to give up, stepped forward to follow.

Soon, peculiar patterns appeared on their faces, and as they ventured deeper, these patterns grew more numerous, even extending to their necks.

Then, intense pain spread, affecting their souls and even their bones. Only then did they realize the danger and wanted to do something to solve it.

Yet, this was the power of the Curse, a forbidden power that made all cultivators and indigenous creatures change color upon hearing it. Few tainted by it ever survived.

Without a doubt, these cultivators could not resist the erosion of the power of the Curse and ultimately perished.

“Truly overestimating their own abilities,” the strong from the sects commented coldly upon witnessing this scene.

“Here they come, the real Heavenly Prides are making their appearance.” People exclaimed in surprise, involuntarily making way, stepping aside for the newcomers.

Bathed in Thunder, Fang Xiu advanced with the vigor of a dragon and the stride of a tiger. His body was lean and exceedingly robust, his dense black hair dancing in the wind, his eyes shrouded in mist as though flashes of lightning flickered within them.

Each step he took gave the impression of a Thunder God’s arrival, carrying a demeanor that seemed to look down upon the world, and the aura he emitted frightened even the older generation of powerhouses.

Danger, extreme danger.

Many of the indigenous creatures of the Secret Realm had a keen sense, and upon seeing Fang Xiu, they all felt an extraordinary unease, especially from those eyes of his, where they seemed to glimpse a terrifying world of Thunder.

Following Fang Xiu, one after another, Heavenly Prides arrived. Without any hesitation, they crossed into the depths of the Lost Paradise.

From afar, roars shook the heavens. Golden light shone brilliantly as a gigantic golden Demon Spider appeared, followed by a host of Demon Spiders, each exuding a powerful presence.

“Even the descendants of those from the Demon Spirit Valley have come,” a fierce beast with a terrifying aura said in a deep voice.

The divine light of five colors streaked across the sky as several huge birds spread their wings and soared, circling above and showering brilliant radiance.

Elsewhere, the Nine-Headed Jiao also arrived leisurely, its aura terrifying and eyes flashing with sharp light, showing none of the childishness from its time at Biyue Lake.

The descendants of these great beasts aimed straight for the lost paradise.

Unbeknownst to Lu Yun and Han Zhong, it was their very presence that caused this forbidden area to lose its effectiveness, drawing more cultivators and creatures to gather.

The battlefield resonated with intense fluctuations, and the two continued in fierce combat, the aftershocks shaking the firmament.

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Lu Yun’s Palm Thunder shone with purple brilliance, misty and hazy as if a vast expanse of purple clouds emerged, enshrouding the entire battlefield in obscurity.

With his Demon Wings in motion, his speed and explosive power reached their limits, his physical body transforming into a potent Dao Weapon, exuding a fearsome presence.

With a light shout, Han Zhong charged forward at extreme speed, his battle clothes covering him as divine light shot up to the heavens, with powerful Divine Abilities brewing in his palm, ready to confront Lu Yun.

In terms of Divine Abilities and physical body, he was temporarily inferior to Lu Yun. Naturally, in such a clash, he quickly fell into a disadvantageous position, but he promptly employed the Heavenly River to force back the increasingly valiant Lu Yun.

Alas, even Lu Yun, with all his power, had to temporarily retreat in the face of the Heavenly River.

Fortunately, it seemed that the other side couldn’t control the Heavenly River at will, just like he himself couldn’t master the Divine Soil and could only choose to confine it.

“Would you give me some face and retreat now?” After a prolonged battle without victory, and progressively being driven back, even resorting to his trump card, the Heavenly River, couldn’t reverse the situation, which made Han Zhong completely abandon his contempt and prepared to lower his stance and communicate anew with Lu Yun.

“Sorry, your ‘face’ is worthless to me,” replied Lu Yun coldly.

With a stomp of his feet, the ground shook and the void trembled. Endless thunder spread from under his feet, with numerous trees emerging, bursting with vigorous life.

On the trees, thunder grew and proliferated terrifyingly, and soon, the area completely turned into a thunder domain.

Seeing this, Han Zhong’s eyebrows furrowed tightly, forming a ‘川’ character.

“Not only does this man possess a powerful holy body, but he also has such formidable Dao of Thunder Divine Abilities. Just what kind of Heavenly Pride is he, having never been heard of?” he pondered.

At that moment, Lu Yun rose into the air as the thunderous trees below rapidly grew into towering ones, sealing off the area.

Immediately after, countless thunders transformed into myriad Dao Weapons of Thunder, piercing down from the sky like an inverted Heavenly River, with a spectacular and mighty presence.

Han Zhong’s black hair flowed freely, his eyes frosty as he rose horizontally into the sky, transforming into a Roc soaring upwards.

In this confrontation, purple glow and Red Clouds bloomed together, the waves of power rippling, and Heaven and Earth fell silent.

Lu Yun stepped void, crushing the gravely injured Roc underfoot with a dull sound, as Han Zhong’s figure heavily crashed down.

He pursued relentlessly, with every step he took, Golden Lotuses spread out and the air burst, his aura skyrocketing.

After taking seven consecutive steps, the Void trembled violently, buzzing and shaking, the sky filled with thunder, as if heralding the end of the world.

Despite his self-confidence in the protective Divine Light battle clothes, Han Zhong’s complexion changed drastically upon witnessing Lu Yun’s formidable power. He knew clearly that if this strike landed solidly, even with the battle clothes, he would be blasted apart.

In such a dire situation, no longer able to endure, he growled lowly. His chest emitted a purple light, like an ancient Roc reviving, erupting into a blinding sphere of light and shooting up to the sky.

At the same time, as Lu Yun took the final step, fierce thunderclaps exploded between Heaven and Earth, and purple mist spread, drowning everything.