The army of undead flew towards the center of the undead city creating loud rumbling noise shaking the air!
With undaunting momentum, they marched. Their goal was the the deep abyss! The root of all the death essence energy! The place where the venerable hallow was sealed!
The army passed through the city following a unique path, like it was premeditated before.
At least hundred different kinds of formation were laid down on this place but they were not obstructed by any kinds of formation. After researching for thousands of years, the undead knew this place like the back of their hand!
As for the thick death essence energy, it was like a blessing to them instead!
The army finally stopped before a deep hole, a hole so deep that it bottomless. It was covered by a veil of darkness. One could not see the see the beginning nor the end of it, beginning feels like the end, while end seem unreachable yet so close. Death essence energy were being emitted out of this hole like a endless tides!
When a man stares into an abyss, the abyss stares back at you!
The credibility of this saying could be proven by staring at this endless hole. A glimpse into this bottomless hole, was like taking a glimpse into your inner darkness. All the filthy thoughts, unfulfillable ambitions and unreachable goals that you kept bottled inside your heart, suppressing it would burst out like water from broken dam.
Lust! Greed! Pride! Envy! Gluttony! Sloth! Wrath!
All the evils inside that you hide from the keen eyes of the world, the evil that frightens you, haunts you would be magnified a dozens of times, making you feel like that was your original heart just by looking into this abyss. Cultivators with weak martial heart and weak willpower would trade heart to the devil becoming it's eternal servant if they stare into this abyss.
Scary!!!
Gazing at this bottomless abyss, the old man was lost in his memories. After spending his whole life in battlefield, experiencing death and rising from the ashes of death to be reborn, there was nothing in this world that could shake his firm willpower.
All sorts of memories flooded into his mind. The memories he knew was his but he never experienced. The memories of his brothers who shared life and death with him, the memories of his loyal subordinated who could jump into the boiling lava if he ordered so and the memories of his master, the righteous person who never expressed his feeling through words.
The memories of the times when he enjoyed living in peace in the righteous country!
Memories so strange to him yet so warm!
His heart was filled with warmth but then it turned cold! Chillingly cold! Like his heart was dropped into a ice cellar!
Because his memories was in fire! Warm blood replaced the peacefully flowing rivers, flesh replaced the high building, bone replaced the towers as the despairing screams and battle cry broke the peace of his memories!
Destruction and slaughter! He witnessed the destruction of the righteous country and death of his comrade and masters again through his memories.
Tears flowed down the corners of his eyes uncontrolably!
But he didnot sense it!
For his heart's was cold like the coldest winter but fury was boiling like the hottest summer!
A cold heart that wanted to slaughter everything before his eyes! A burning fury that wanted to burn the world in his wrath!
Endless killing intent started to emulate from his body. A killing intent so intense that the undead soldiers behind him were paralyzed in fear. Anyone who comes in contact with this killing intent would be caught in a illusions, a illusion where they see visions of their gruesome death.
Then, a voice escaped from from his throat. A chilling voice like it was the voice of the grim reaper ready to harvest soul.
"VENERABLE HALLOW, COME OUT AND ACCEPT YOUR DEATH!!!"
This voice echoed through the destroyed city like it was a heavenly decree declaring the death of venerable hallow.
The world turned silent for a while.
Then, a sinister laughter rang out from the deep abyss, a laughter so eerie like its was sound produced after two bones were rubbed against each other.
"KEKEKEK, JIEJEIJEIEJEJEJIE".
A black shadow rose from the abyss. It floated up in the air and took the shape of an oldman. An Oldman with a hunched back and shriveled skin. His white hairs were like the vines of trees touching the ground, it was like the deathlock hairstyle of the Africans people. His eyes were sunk deep into his eye cavity as yellow eye bags were visible beneath it. It was like he hadnot slept or taken any rest in million of years.
He was supporting his body with the help of a cane like a dying Oldman, his body devoid of any essence energy or pressure like he was an ordinary old man nearing the end of his life. If they met for the fist time, who would believe that this ordinary looking Oldman had killed millions of cultivators just to refine his weapon?
Venerable hallow looked around, at the oldman seething with fury and the army of undead behind him. The look in his eyes was a hunter looking at his prey.
"KEKEKE, JIEJIEJIE. I have been away from the world for a long time. I was forced to live a life devoid of slaughter with no sight of warm blood and decapitated squirming flesh. Ahh! I miss the screams of pains, the howl of despairs, the obscene cursing to the heaven and discarding belief of gods of my preys before I torture them and crush them like the pitiful bugs they are. That is how it feels to be like a god. To be drunken in power".
He cackled like a vengeful spirit. "Kekeke... The world trembled before me, cultivators would hide to the furthest corner after hearing my name. Kekekek..... Just because I was sealed by that hateful fellow, even a pitiful bug like you that could never enter my line sight dares to dream of killing me? Jiejijejieje... It's time for the world to shake before my might again. The world shall go through my baptism of blood so that they would know how to cat before my divine might....kekekek".
The Oldman's fury rose higher and higher as he listened to the venerable hallow. "My blood brother that you killed were just bugs to you? The people that I cherished, the people that laughed with me in happiness and cried together with in me sorrow, the people whom I cared more than my own life were just bugs to you? Then, today I will let you experience THE RETURBUTION OF A BUG!!!!".
The Oldman howled with anger as he pointed his saber at sky. Tyrannical saber might explode out as the blood coloured runes in the devil decapitating saber lit up. A saber image full of tyranny and saber might rose up in the sky and slashed down.
This saber contained the killing intent and hateful wrath of the Oldman. Any cultivator at the peak of the core formation would die instantly upon coming in contact with this saber might while some of the genius could escape death. Escaping death was the only option before this saber might that could rend apart the earth.
"Tyrannical saber art-rend the earth".
It was the same technique that Sam had unleashed before. But it was like fledgling compared to the saber might unleashed by the Oldman. It lacked the tyranny of the saber due to which not even the saber image was formed.
Creating the thunderous and splitting apart the air itself, the saber image struck down towards the venerable hallow.
Any cultivators at the peak of core formation, no, even those at the martial soul realm would panic before this saber might and be forced to use their life preserving card but the venerable hallow was calm. Even disdain could be seen in his eyes when looking at the saber image.
"Kekekeke.... A saber technique with no essence of a saber". He disdainfully commented while looking at the saber image.
He stretched out his palm towards the saber image. A huge dark palm image filled with death essence energy stretched outwards. The saber image collided with the palm image creating an immense explosion that rocked whole city. It was earth shaking explosion, a collision between a saber technique and simple palm.
Then, the unspeakable thing happened!
Boom!
The saber image was caught firmly in the palm and as the palm closed, the saber image was destroyed. The saber might which could kill a peak core formation cultivator was destroyed with a simple palm strike! It was unbelievable!
The remnant saber might and death essence energy pushed back the army of undead by hundreds of meters. The Oldman himself was pushed back by a few meters after the collision but the venerable hallow was rooted at his spot.
after this clash, the fury of the Oldman subsided. It was replaced by a chilling calmness. But when he looked at the shrieveled and hunched back person before him, fear started to rise within him. Because he noticed something, something horrifying!!
"You.... You have rebuild your body? " He asked in a trembling voice while pointing his fingers at the venerable hallow.