All Chapters of The Secret of The Demonic Artifact: Chapter 611
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Echoes of a Fallen Emperor.
Silence fell again, and only the sound of the ocean waves could be heard, as if to mask the remnants of the life that had been lost. The sea itself seemed to sigh in relief, as if a great poison had been purged from the world.Eadric Rong floated above the water, his face showing deep exhaustion etched in lines that had not been there before, while he held his chest with trembling hands. His white robes, once immaculate, were now torn and stained with blood—both his own and the emperor's."I'm seriously injured... my internal organs are damaged." His voice was barely a whisper, carried away by the salt-laden breeze. The One-Legged Crane circled above, its movements showing concern for its master.Instantly a brilliant thought appeared in his mind, like a ray of sunlight breaking through storm clouds. His eyes, though dimmed with pain, sparked with renewed purpose as he considered his options."I must repair myself immediately before my meridians collapse completely. Jue Tian Yuan's en
March to Hundun Yaosai.
The officer, increasingly pressured by Eadric Rong's attitude that seemed to strip away his authority like wind stripping leaves from trees, asked nervously, his voice cracking on the words like ice breaking in spring."So... where is our Emperor Jue Tian Yuan?" The tension in his voice became more pronounced, as his body became more rigid, like a man trying not to show fear before a tiger.Eadric Rong looked at him sharply, his gaze piercing through the officer's pretense of courage like a hot knife through snow. His smile grew wider, revealing teeth that seemed unnaturally white against his battle-worn face."He died at my hands," he said flatly, as if the statement was just an ordinary fact no more remarkable than commenting on the weather. "Do you want to follow him to hell?" The threat hung in the air like the scent of lightning before a storm breaks.In response, Eadric Rong waved his hand in a casual gesture that belied the power behind it. Like a sudden storm appearing from cl
Journey to the Fifth Floor
"Open the gate wide! I'll take this thing to the fifth floor!"Eadric Rong's voice thundered through the mountain fortress like an ancient war drum, deep and commanding with the authority of heaven's mandate. His words carried the weight of imperial decree, echoing off the jade-carved walls adorned with mystical dragon motifs.The guards and demonic beasts standing sentinel before Hundun Yaosai Fortress moved with lightning precision. Their bronze armor clinked in perfect harmony as massive iron gates groaned open, revealing shadowy depths beyond where torchlight danced on ancient stone."Open the door immediately! Hunter Guo instructs!"One guard's voice boomed across the courtyard like thunder splitting the heavens. His ceremonial spear, forged from celestial steel, gleamed in the flickering torchlight as he gestured toward the entrance with practiced authority.Hunter Guo's name had become legend within these sacred walls. His reputation now towered above all others like a mountain
United Forces and the Secrets of Ghost Town’s Fifth Floor
Ten breaths passed like flowing water through mountain streams. Yet the machine remained trapped halfway up the climb, as immovable as a boulder blessed by earth spirits. All participating soldiers felt overwhelming fatigue crushing their spirits like the weight of collapsing mountains.Their faces turned ashen white as bone beneath moonlight. Their breathing grew labored like wounded tigers retreating from failed hunts. Finally, after prolonged observation of their valiant struggle, Eadric Rong issued another thunderous command that shook the very foundations.His voice echoed through every floor of Hundun Yaosai like the decree of heaven itself. "Hear my divine command that carries the authority of the supreme dao! It is Hunter Guo who speaks with the voice of destiny! All magical creatures dwelling in shadow and light, and all monsters bound by ancient pacts, descend to the first floor immediately!""In Ghost Town stands a giant machine blessed by mysterious forces that must reach
The Path to Immortality
That brilliant theory emerged from his mind after careful observation of the gathering machine's intricate mechanisms. The bronze and steel contraption hummed with potential energy, its surface carved with mystical symbols that pulsed with inner light."If I were to use energy from living beings, the process would prove infinitely more complicated," he continued, his midnight robes billowing in supernatural winds that carried whispers of the past. "Because protective barriers surround their mortal forms like shields blessed by heaven itself. Besides, there exists one insurmountable barrier - the weight of ethics that binds the righteous!"Eadric Rong then recalled Emperor Jue Tian Yuan, whose name was spoken in whispers and whose reputation was built upon using human blood to absorb life energy. That tyrant's methods had stained his soul with corruption darker than the deepest abyss.To Eadric Rong, this ghostly approach represented a path infinitely cleaner and more efficient. Like a
Commanding the Hei Tian Palace
After completing his profound cultivation journey within Hundun Yaosai's mystical chambers, Eadric Rong made the momentous decision to depart those sacred halls. His destination: the imperial Hei Tian Palace where earthly power held court beneath heaven's watchful gaze.For an Immortal of his transcendent level, entering the imperial palace presented no greater challenge than stepping through an open doorway. There existed no obstacle or resistance that could impede his divine passage. With his mere presence radiating power like the sun itself, he made the entire palace fall into respectful silence that echoed through marble halls.Everyone within those gilded walls felt overwhelming pressure, as if their very lives hung suspended by a single strand of Eadric Rong's immortal hair. With one casual gesture, the entire palace could crumble like leaves before autumn winds, reduced to dust and memory.Princess Jue Yin Xin, who had once dared to oppress Eadric Rong in his mortal days, could
Shadows of War in the Hadarac Desert.
The merciless sun hung like a molten gold coin in the cloudless sky, casting its scorching rays upon the endless sea of crimson sand that stretched to the horizon. Heat waves shimmered above the dunes, distorting the distant landscape into a mirage of broken dreams.Suddenly, the sharp sound of birds cawing could be heard, breaking the silence that had settled over the desolate wasteland. Their harsh cries echoed across the barren expanse like omens of impending doom.In the distance, dozens of vultures flew in circles in the air, their black wings spread wide against the azure sky. They looked like they were carrying death signals, patiently waiting for the feast that would soon be theirs."The fishy smell of blood is getting thicker... This is no ordinary battle," Eadric Rong muttered, his hand instinctively moving to the hilt of his sword, the Phoenix and Dragon blade that hummed with anticipation. His brow furrowed beneath the shadow of his wide-brimmed hat, woven from desert reed
The Final Oath of Sha Tuo’s Disciples.
However, despite his fervor and mastery of the third heaven sword techniques, the growing number of soldiers made their struggle seem futile, like trying to empty the ocean with a single cup."Brothers Du Ba, Wan Yi, and Gu Yu... If this battle is indeed going to end with our deaths, then we must do it in a way that will be remembered by the Miao Tribe for generations to come," he added with a serious face, his eyes reflecting the resolve of one who has accepted his fate. "As the ancient saying goes: 'Better to die with honor than live in shame.'""Let's use the Suicide Technique that Master taught us in secret. May our sacrifice not be forgotten, and may our spirits ride the desert winds to the halls of our ancestors." His words hung in the air like a solemn oath, binding them together in their final moments.However, before they could activate the forbidden technique that would turn their life force into a devastating explosion, there was a sharp whistle that echoed throughout the H
Qi Explosion Amidst the Sea of Sand.
In the battle that took place on Moye Mountain, when Eadric Rong fought Norzin beneath the ancient pines that had witnessed centuries of martial glory, he met those four Sha Tuo disciples. Their faces were etched in his memory, each detail clear despite the passage of time.Although he didn't say much during that brief encounter, the memory of that meeting was still vivid in his mind, like a painting preserved in perfect detail. Now, when he saw those four young men and women cornered and overwhelmed by the Golden Sun Empire's soldiers, whose numbers seemed as endless as the desert sands, his heart was filled with burning anger that threatened to consume his reason."Finish them all! But that woman, leave her alone in her suffering. She will soon understand that this desert is not only a place of death, but also a place to submit to the rule of our Golden Sun Empire," said an officer with a sardonic smile that revealed teeth filed to points, a barbaric custom of his homeland. His voic
The Desert Massacre: A Hundred Silent Deaths
The officer from the Land of the Golden Sun was named Temur, a man with eyes like burning coals and a face hardened by countless desert campaigns.In the midst of the turbulent dust flying through the air, more than a hundred of his soldiers collapsed on the sand, their bodies twisted in unnatural angles as if struck by an invisible force. Blood seeped into the golden grains, creating dark patterns like ancient runes of warning.Angrily, he screeched, his voice echoing far across the vast emptiness of the desert, cutting through the howling wind like a blade through silk. "Come out, you traitors! I know there are those who are hiding and taking advantage while finishing off our soldiers quietly!"Temur's shout, full of passion and panic, was only greeted by a thick silence that hung in the air like a funeral shroud. Not a single voice responded, adding to the tense atmosphere around him, as if even the spirits of the desert dared not speak.Meanwhile, in a forgotten corner sheltered b