Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 1082 I left, and Xuntian Continent collapsed.

Despite being subjected to gravity billions of times greater than normal, his movements as he stood up were slow yet steady.

The star patterns of the "Heavenly Gang Refining Form Method" flowed across his bones, and the power of half-step Hunyuan slowly rotated in his dantian, supporting him to stand steadily in this terrifying environment that was enough to crush ordinary Venerable Realm experts.

“I will break your shackles,” Zhang Yuan said to Xuan Jue. “Then we will leave this place.”

Xuanjue did not move.

He remained seated, raising his head to look at his disciple who had traveled from the Nine Provinces all the way to the Primordial World, fought his way from the Acquired Realm to the Half-Step Primordial Realm, and never accepted fate or believed in evil.

Then he smiled. His smile held a mixture of relief, bitterness, and above all, a calm that Zhang Yuan couldn't decipher.

“These shackles aren’t for me,” Xuan Jue said softly. “They’re for locking up Xun Tian Zhou.”

Zhang Yuan stopped moving.

Xuan Jue raised his hands, and the dark silver shackles remained motionless in the gravitational field.

There were no runes or restrictive fluctuations on the shackles, only a faint aura that seemed to connect with the entire world.

"Seven years of imprisonment was not because Xuanwu did not want to kill me," Xuanjue said calmly, "but because the ninth level of this Demon Suppression Tower is the main array eye of the 3,600-level Sky Patrol Continent Array."

“I sit here, replacing that already collapsed array core, using my Dao foundation, my origin, and my lifespan to maintain the entire Xuntian Continent from complete collapse.”

"If I leave, Xuntianzhou will collapse."

He said this so casually, as if he were stating a fact that had nothing to do with him, rather than describing his own situation.

Zhang Yuan fell silent.

He lowered his eyes and clenched his fists.

"Then what's the point of me risking my life to climb the nine-story tower?" His voice was hoarse.

Xuan Jue did not answer the question. He simply looked at Zhang Yuan quietly, his clear eyes devoid of any superfluous emotion, only a calm composure born of experience.

Zhang Yuan stood there with his eyes down for a long time.

Then he whispered something.

"I have an idea."

……

Half an hour later, a figure emerged from the ninth floor of the Demon Suppression Tower.

The figure was dressed in a black robe, with the hood completely covering his face.

His stride was steady and powerful, and he exuded a faint, chaotic aura.

His true identity was almost impossible to discern, concealed by the black robe.

He walked down to the eighth floor.

The scorched wasteland that the Kuiyan had transformed into has once again withdrawn all its destructive aura and lies dormant quietly in the darkness.

Sensing the presence of the figure in black robes, it nodded slightly and followed behind him.

The seventh floor.

Chu Kuanglan, holding the Burning Sun Sword, leaned against the wall and closed his eyes to rest.

Hearing footsteps, he opened one eye, his gaze sweeping between the black-robed figure and the Kuiyan, then he snorted and turned his head away.

I didn't ask anything.

The sixth floor.

Shen Yiqiu was still in front of that blue stone chessboard.

Broken chess pieces were scattered on the chessboard. He picked up a fragment with his fingertips and examined it closely against the light.

As the figure in black robes passed by him, he didn't even look up, but simply said in a low voice, "Next time, let's play a real game of chess."

The fifth floor.

Sensing the black-robed figure and the aura of the Kuiyan, the Crimson-Scaled Sky-Devouring Python tensed up abruptly, shrinking into a corner, not daring to even utter a single breath of poisonous mist.

The figure in black robes did not stop walking, only glancing indifferently at the ancient beast, a hint of pity flashing in his eyes.

Fourth layer, third layer, second layer, first layer.

The guards along the way had already been stunned by Xuan Qing's sword energy and lay sprawled on both sides of the passage.

The black-robed figure and Kuiyan continued walking without stopping, heading straight for the heavy black iron gate.

The figure in black robes, though wearing a worn-out linen robe, moved with composure.

Kuiyan's eyes were deep and unfathomable, and he followed silently. Wherever the two passed, the suppressive power of the Demon Suppression Tower seemed to retreat on its own.

When the tower gates opened again, outside lay the ruins of a fierce battle, with dust slowly drifting down from the sky.

Xuanqing stood holding his sword, his posture still as straight as a sword.

Before him, Li Wujiu's black armor was mostly shattered, the Demon-Subduing Pestle of the Bitter Sea was only half broken, and You Ji's dagger lay on the ground.

The three mid-stage Venerable Heavenly Palace experts, though not yet fallen, were all severely injured and suppressed by Xuanqing's sword, unable to advance an inch.

The three thousand elite Zhenyuan Army soldiers had already been routed.

The moment the figure in black robes stepped out of the Demon Suppression Tower, Xuan Qing's gaze suddenly fixed on him.

Xuan Qing sheathed the Frostbite Ancient Sword, his voice calm yet carrying a barely perceptible undercurrent: "And him?"

The figure in the black robe lifted the hood.

It's not Zhang Yuan.

Yes, Venerable Xuanjue.

On the other side, Kuiyan spoke, his voice low: "He said to let Xuntianzhou hold on for a while longer."

Xuanjue looked up at the tower and said softly, "That child... bore the weight of the entire sky for me."

Behind Xuan Jue, the black iron gate of the Demon Suppression Tower slowly closed.

Xuan Qing was silent for a moment, then looked up at the towering Demon Suppression Tower.

On the tower, countless demon-sealing runes are still flickering.

But at this moment, on the ninth floor of that tower, an unprecedented aura was slowly spreading.

Chaos and stellar energy intertwine, like the pulse of new life.

The ninth floor of the Demon Suppression Tower remains as silent as ever.

Zhang Yuan sat cross-legged in the spot where Xuan Jue had just sat.

His hands rested quietly on his knees.

The two dark silver shackles had been moved to his wrists. The shackles had no runes, but they were closely connected to the Heavenly Dao Laws of the entire Xuntian Continent.

Terrifying gravity.

A terrifying gravity a billion times greater, using these two shackles as a medium, pressed all the missing core power of the entire Sky Patrol Continent Array onto his body.

His bones were groaning.

His veins were trembling.

His soul was under unimaginable pressure.

Zhang Yuan remained calm.

He closed his eyes, and the Great Qin Origin Dao Scripture slowly circulated within his body.

The primordial chaos essence and the power of the stars intertwined and merged in the dantian.

Supported by the power of a half-step Primordial Chaos cultivator, he replaced Xuan Jue as the new array eye of the 3,600-square-meter Sky Patrol Continent Array under the terrifying pressure that could crush even a Venerable Realm expert.

His body was surrounded by endless golden runes.

His figure gradually transformed into a divine elephant's silhouette in the golden light.

The divine elephant guards the prison.

He imprisoned himself, locked himself with his flesh and blood, and relied on his will to guard this crumbling Sky Continent until his companions had enough power to change everything.

At the foot of the tower, Xuan Qing withdrew his gaze.

He turned around, looked at Xuanjue and Kuiyan, then at the devastated battlefield ruins outside the Demon Suppression Tower, and finally at the horizon of Xuntian Continent in the distance.

“Let’s go.” Xuan Qing’s voice was calm and resolute. “He has changed our time; we can’t waste it.”

Kuiyan nodded silently.

Xuan Jue glanced back at the Demon Suppression Tower one last time, his gray hair and beard fluttering lightly in the smoke and dust.

Seven years of imprisonment ended here, but at the cost of another person's self-imprisonment.

Two figures rose side by side and swept towards the exit of Xuntianzhou.

Inside the ninth level of the Demon-Suppressing Tower, the divine elephant's image flickered slightly before stabilizing. (End of Chapter)