Ch. 911 - Great Drought, Suppression Descends

"Hot, unbearably hot," this was Xu Zimo’s most direct feeling.

The sky showed no sun, only a sheet of crimson.

Endless clouds of fire churned overhead.

For a moment, it seemed as if even the sea itself could be evaporated.

Everyone felt extreme thirst, the moisture on their skin evaporating rapidly.

Their blood vessels and parched flesh could be clearly seen.

Xu Zimo slightly raised his head.

In his right hand, pale white spiritforce gathered, endless and inexhaustible.

The entire void began to tremble.

"Since this is merely an illusion of a Nomological Truth, then I’ll shatter it with a single punch," Xu Zimo chuckled.

If this truly were ten suns in the sky, dictated by the laws of heaven and earth, then he truly would have no way.

But this so-called ten suns was merely a Nomological Truth conjured by an Immortal, far from that level.

As long as one’s power was strong enough, it could be broken.

"Keep an eye on that Scarlet Blood Qilin for me, I want it," Xu Zimo said to the white-robed woman.

Then, his figure moved at light speed, directly striking toward the heavens.

Boundless waves of force gathered around his fist.

The dazzling light overhead made it impossible to keep one’s eyes open.

This punch gathered nearly all the power within Xu Zimo.

It contained the power of creation, demonic energy, and the surging spiritforce of heaven and earth.

With a loud boom, an unprecedented explosion erupted in the void.

It was as if someone had smashed a fist against one’s ear, producing a brief ringing.

The thick layers of fire-clouds above shattered in the rolling turbulence.

The crimson sky rippled like a stormy sea, sending out massive waves.

With this punch, he blasted open a gaping hole in the sky.

The overwhelming ten suns were swallowed and drowned within.

The roar of the Scarlet Blood Qilin echoed nearby.

But with the white lotus of the white-robed woman suppressing it, it could not escape.

When Xu Zimo’s figure descended from the heavens, the crimson sky gradually returned to blue.

The one true sun remained hidden behind the clouds.

For the real sun was millions of miles away from the Primordial Heartlands.

What his punch shattered were only the nine false suns.

As for the real one, Xu Zimo had no power to touch it yet.

"What do you want it for? Don’t tell me you’re planning to use it as a mount?" the white-robed woman asked, glancing at him.

Xu Zimo looked at the Scarlet Blood Qilin and shook his head slightly.

He already had the God Beast Chaos, so naturally he lacked nothing else.

He only wished for the qilin to join his Myriad Beast Realm.

As for how it would be made to submit, that would be left to Chaos and the others to handle. Xu Zimo couldn’t be bothered.

With a wave of his right hand, he tore open the spatial barrier of the God World and sent the Scarlet Blood Qilin inside.

"You dream if you think I will submit. The Qilin Race will never be mounts for others!" came the furious roar of the Scarlet Blood Qilin from within.

"Where did you send it?" the white-robed woman asked curiously.

"A Particle World I use to store things," Xu Zimo replied with a smile.

In truth, once cultivators reached a certain realm, they could create their own Particle Worlds.

But such a so-called Particle World was merely a simple space.

Not a complete world.

A true world had to be like Xu Zimo’s God World, with sun and moon, cycles of day and night, primal chaos of yin and yang, and the mysterious essence of heaven and earth.

It needed thriving life, endless vitality, self-reproduction and rebirth.

All beings forming a virtuous cycle.

What’s more, Xu Zimo could go further, reviving spiritforce and making the world grow stronger.

"Aren’t you afraid that Scarlet Blood Qilin has already stepped into the Undying Immortal Realm? Won’t it destroy your Particle World?" the white-robed woman asked with a laugh.

For most cultivators, their Particle Worlds weren’t very large.

They used them occasionally to store things, more convenient than a storage ring.

Since these Particle Worlds held no potential for development.

Others, having seen through the mortal world, might create larger ones.

They would place their families and friends inside to live peacefully, away from worldly troubles.

But such cases were rare.

"To be honest, my Particle World is as large as the Overlord Region," Xu Zimo answered.

Hearing this, the white-robed woman froze.

The Primordial Heartlands were divided into five great continents, with the Middle Continent further divided into five regions.

For a Particle World to be so vast was astonishing.

Most people’s Particle Worlds were no larger than a city or a few cities.

"I once had a fortuitous encounter. I fused with a Particle World that was on the verge of collapse," Xu Zimo explained with a smile. "Useless in most ways, but it is very large."

"Then you are indeed fortunate," the white-robed woman smiled lightly, not questioning further.

Such things were rare indeed.

Xu Zimo nodded slightly.

In fact, he revealed this to the white-robed woman because he had his own plan.

Though that plan would only matter later.

He wasn’t the type to discuss his God World for no reason.

Plant the seed now, and it would one day bloom.

…

"Greetings, Dean," the Blade Maniac Couple arrived, bowing to the white-robed woman.

"This time the academy has faced great tribulation. It is rare and commendable for the two of you to come to aid," the white-robed woman smiled.

"It is only our duty. We will never forget the academy’s kindness," Blade Maniac replied with a shake of his head.

"I must go suppress that Sky Blue Demon Roc. The academy is in chaos, with all sorts of demons and creatures appearing. The outside must be left to the two of you to stabilize," the white-robed woman said.

"We will obey the Dean’s orders," Blade Maniac replied solemnly, his voice firm.

"Let’s go," the white-robed woman said after giving instructions, turning to Xu Zimo.

Xu Zimo nodded slightly, and the two of them stepped into the air, flying toward the inner courtyard of the Heavenly Dao Academy.

The sky above the inner courtyard was unlike the rest.

Dark gray fiendforce enveloped that heaven and earth.

The closer they drew to the inner courtyard, the stronger the demonic power became.

Its strength was awe-inspiring.

"You cannot suppress me. The day I break this seal will be the end for you all!"

A furious roar echoed from the inner courtyard.

The world filled with flying sand and stones, a shroud of darkness.

Even from some distance away, Xu Zimo could already feel its oppressive pressure.

His long hair fluttered in the demonic wind.

The white-robed woman’s gaze turned cold. She pointed lightly with her right hand.

Countless white lotuses appeared, forming a path before them.

Xu Zimo instantly felt the pressure vanish, his body relaxing.

"Let’s go," the white-robed woman said with a smile.

The two arrived at the very center of the inner courtyard.

There, in addition to the ten ancestral masters of the Heavenly Dao Academy, stood over a dozen elders.

Each stood in a precise formation.

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