Eternal Time and Space

Chapter 18 Incarnation

"Fellow Daoist, this is my final question." The voice of Daoist Qiankun echoed from the world enveloped by the Qiankun Diagram, hollow and majestic: "Retreat, or not retreat?"

Zi Chen still did not answer, but simply raised his hand and released a dark red giant city.

The colossal city, towering tens of thousands of feet high and covering an area of ​​thousands of miles, crashed down onto the earth. Its walls were entirely dark red, with countless blood-red patterns engraved on the bricks, surging with vast vitality and blood energy.

The treasure of the day after tomorrow, the prison of the mortal world.

The moment the colossal city landed, a deep, resounding boom echoed between heaven and earth, like the heartbeat deep within the earth. Amidst the boom, the three gates of the Crimson Prison opened simultaneously, unleashing endless crimson light. From within the light, seven figures emerged from the gates.

Seven figures emerged from the city gates of the Red Dust Prison.

The first figure is the Azure Sky, where azure light cascades down like a waterfall, and the four elements of wind, rain, thunder, and lightning revolve endlessly, with wind rising and clouds surging, thunder rumbling and lightning flashing, as if a miniature sky is expanding infinitely.

The second person, Qingtian, transformed the azure sky light into a vast celestial wind. As it blew, countless fine cracks were carved into the void.

The third person, Huang Tian, ​​possessed a golden light as thick as a mountain. The four elements of earth, fire, water, and wind intertwined to form a chaotic halo of light. As the halo rotated, the faint echoes of the creation of heaven and earth reverberated.

The fourth person, Yin Ming, was as thin as a rake, with liquid death energy surging around him like boiling water. Standing there, he was like death itself. Ghostly green flames flickered in his eyes, and with each flicker, countless ghostly figures flashed behind him.

The fifth being, Youming, has no fixed form; he is merely a constantly shifting mass of eternal darkness. Wherever he goes, light is swallowed, sound is swallowed, and even the traces of his own existence are erased in the darkness.

The sixth person, Yuan Ming, was enveloped in a grayish-white aura of death like a shroud. Wherever his gaze fell, life withered and all things decayed. He was death itself, the end of all things.

The seventh person, Gu Ming, with black hair and black clothes, and pale skin, stood where everything was dead and silent, turning into a still painting.

Qiankun Daoist looked at the seven people in front of him, his pupils suddenly contracted. At this moment, he already knew who the person in front of him was, and a sense of regret rose in his heart.

Seven Great Luo Golden Immortals surrounded Qiankun Daoist. This was the power of the Red Dust Prison. As a supreme acquired treasure that carries the human way, the Red Dust Prison's power is to evolve all the spirits of heaven and earth, including the innate saints.

"You..." Qiankun Daoist's voice was hoarse: "You are that God of Slaughter!"

Zi Chen stood at the highest point of the Red Dust Prison, his white robes fluttering in the blood-red light. He did not answer, but raised his right hand and gently flicked his five fingers.

The seven avatars attacked simultaneously.

The heavens were the first to strike, clasping their hands together and unleashing the four elements of wind, rain, thunder, and lightning. The gale was like a knife, the rain like an arrow, the thunder like a dragon, and the lightning like a snake. The power of the four elements transformed into a torrent of four colors, crashing towards the Qiankun Diagram above the head of the Qiankun Daoist.

The Qiankun Diagram rustled and roared, and the world within it suddenly expanded, with mountains, rivers, the sun, the moon, and stars surging out of the scroll and colliding with the torrent of the Four Symbols.

The sound of heaven and earth colliding was deafening, and the clouds within a radius of tens of thousands of miles were instantly dispersed.

Qingtian followed closely behind, opened his mouth and blew, and a blue-green wind howled out, carving countless cracks in the void. The spatial power spat out by the Qiankun Ruler was blown away like willow catkins in the wind.

Huang Tian stepped forward, and the four elements of earth, fire, water, and wind condensed into a chaotic light wheel in his palm. With a single palm strike, the light wheel rolled over like a millstone, crushing all the mountains and rivers that had evolved from the Qiankun Diagram. The sounds of mountains collapsing and the earth cracking were deafening.

The underworld and the netherworld are on the left and right, respectively.

Yinming's liquid death energy transformed into a great black river, in which countless ghostly figures floated and wailed, their cries echoing throughout the heavens and earth; the eternal darkness formed by Youming surged from the other side, the darkness devouring everything, light, sound, form, and shadow all disappearing into the darkness.

The River of Death and the Tide of Eternal Darkness attacked from both sides, and the protective divine light of the Qiankun Daoist was peeled away layer by layer under their erosion, like metal being corroded by acid, making a hissing sound as it melted away.

Yuan Ming stood at a distance, raised his right hand, and gently touched the space between Qiankun Daoist's eyebrows with his index finger.

A grayish-white beam of death shot from his fingertips, as thin as a hair, yet it contained the purest form of "death."

As the finger fell, Qiankun Daoist felt a chill between his brows, as if his life force was beginning to wither away from that point.

Gu Ming made his final move, waving his sleeve at Qiankun Daoist.

Annihilation descends.

Qiankun Daoist felt his magical power begin to subside, his blood begin to subside, his heartbeat begin to subside, and even his thoughts began to slow down.

The power of annihilation, like a layer of gray frost, seeped into Qiankun Daoist's skin, freezing his body, magic power, and soul inch by inch.

Seven incarnations, seven layers of great power, wind, thunder, water and fire intertwined, heavenly winds fueled the fire, death and darkness ran parallel, death and annihilation overlapped, the attacks came one after another like a tide, one wave after another, giving Qiankun Daoist no chance to catch his breath.

With a roar, the Qiankun Daoist caused the Qiankun Diagram to suddenly expand to its maximum extent. The world within the diagram fully unfolded, with mountains and rivers, the sun, moon and stars, wind, clouds, thunder and lightning, and all living things emerging and transforming into a real world that enveloped him.

The Qiankun Ruler transformed into a beam of white light in the palm of the Qiankun Daoist, slashing wildly in all directions in an attempt to repel the attacks of the seven avatars one by one.

But the seven avatars worked together seamlessly.

The wind, rain, thunder, and lightning of the heavens and the celestial winds of the blue sky tightly bound the Qiankun Diagram; the earth fire, water, and wind of the yellow sky and the eternal darkness of the underworld firmly trapped the Qiankun Ruler; both treasures were restrained, and the Qiankun Daoist himself was exposed to the long river of deathly energy of the yin underworld and the deathly light of the primordial underworld.

The deathly aura of the Yin and Yang corroded the protective divine light of the Qiankun Daoist, the deathly light of the Yuanming eroded the source of the Qiankun Daoist's life force, and the annihilating power of the Ancient Ming penetrated from the deepest part, making the Qiankun Daoist's reactions slower and slower, and his magical power circulation more and more sluggish.

As the protective divine light shattered layer by layer, Qiankun Daoist finally panicked. He bit his tongue, spat out a mouthful of blood essence, and his body suddenly shrank, transforming into a streak of blood light. He forcefully tore a gap in the encirclement of death and annihilation and rushed outward.

However, as soon as he broke through the encirclement, he saw Zi Chen.

Zi Chen had appeared in front of Qiankun Daoist without anyone noticing, raising his right hand with his five fingers loosely clenched.

The three gates of the Red Dust Prison opened simultaneously, and endless crimson light surged out like a tide, transforming into a crimson hand that blotted out the sky. With its five fingers spread, it grasped the Qiankun Daoist, along with the Qiankun Diagram and the Qiankun Ruler, in its palm.

In the giant hand, the vitality of all living beings transformed into chains that coiled upwards, binding Qiankun Daoist tightly.

The Daoist Qiankun struggled frantically, the Qiankun Diagram rattled, and the Qiankun Ruler trembled violently, but the blood-red chains tightened more and more, digging into his flesh and blood, locking away his magical power, and pinning down his soul.

"No!"

The voice of the Taoist Qiankun came to an abrupt halt as the chains tightened, and a blood-red hand dragged him into the city, where the city gates slammed shut.

The Red Dust Prison began to tremble, and the blood-red cloud-like characters on the city wall lit up one by one, from the city foundation to the city tower, every single cloud-like character was glowing.