All Chapters of Death Cultivator : Rise For Revenge!: Chapter 71
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Chapter 71
The biting cold on the surface of Astrakan was nothing compared to the abysmal darkness awaiting below. The spiritual submersible, named the Nala Varna—a mechanical masterpiece from the empire’s golden age powered by elemental crystals—descended slowly, cleaving through seawater as thick as ink. The crystal spotlights on the vessel's prow could only pierce a few meters ahead, revealing the skeletal wreckage of ancient ships snagged on jagged coral cliffs. Inside the cramped cockpit, Huo Tian Xian sat cross-legged with his eyes closed. He saw not with his sight, but with his draconic spiritual sense, which radiated outward and pulsed against the canyon walls. Beside him, Xue Er operated the energy helm, her slender fingers dancing over the jade control panels. "The water pressure here is becoming irrational, Tian Xian," Xue Er whispered. The hull of the submersible emitted a terrifying metallic groan. "Our protective seals are depleting by 20% every ten minutes. If we don’t find th
Chapter 72
The ruby light exploding at the bottom of the Soul Trench did more than just illuminate the hidden undersea city; it sent shockwaves that shuddered through the very foundations of the continent. At the heart of this vortex of pure energy, Huo Tian Xian’s body underwent a transformation as agonizing as it was sublime. His bones cracked and reset, reinforced by ancient dragon essence, while his meridians expanded until they could contain a spiritual flow as vast as the ocean itself. Xue Er was thrown back by the atmospheric pressure, but she kept her eyes fixed on the altar, her gaze fraught with worry. "Tian Xian! Hold on!" Within Tian Xian’s mind, he was no longer at the bottom of the sea. He stood in a void filled with thousands of soaring, circling dragon shadows. Their voices echoed in unison, demanding a single answer: "For what purpose do you wield this power? For vengeance, or for protection?" Tian Xian gritted his teeth as cold sweat mixed with blood poured from his pores.
Chapter 73
The remnants of the ruby-red energy still glowed upon the surface of Astrakan’s waters, like giant fireflies refusing to be extinguished. The victory over the High Priest brought immense relief, yet for Huo Tian Xian, the stench of death left behind by the Dark Moon Sect’s armada still stung his draconic senses. Tian Xian stood atop Astrakan’s highest tower, his new robes—woven from golden energy silk—fluttering gently. Below him, the once-dead city was now bustling like a beehive. Locals worked shoulder-to-shoulder with Huo Clan disciples, clearing debris and fortifying the city walls with a mixture of mortar and spiritual crystal dust. "Is the pressure in your meridians stable?" Xue Er’s soft voice broke the silence. She brought a steaming cup of herbal tea, its aroma soothing Tian Xian’s tense nerves. "Much better, Xue Er," Tian Xian replied as he took the cup. "The Dragon King Realm grants me a nearly limitless energy capacity, but my physical body still needs time to fully int
Chapter 74
The Sea of Mists, once a bloody battleground, now lay far behind the prow of a small merchant vessel named the Camellia. The ship was not grand; its sails were weathered, and it carried the heavy scent of cloves and black pepper—the perfect disguise for a Dragon King and an Ice Princess. On the western horizon, the land did not appear as a flat expanse, but as a cluster of floating islands connected by gargantuan chain bridges and rivers that flowed in defiance of gravity. This was the Western Continent: Altheia, the center of magic and the library of the world. Huo Tian Xian stood on the deck, dressed in the coarse linen of a sailor. His black hair was tied low, and his golden draconic aura was suppressed to its absolute minimum, making him appear as an ordinary young man returning from abroad. Beside him, Xue Er wore a thin veil, playing the role of a spice merchant's ailing wife. "The magical pressure here is very different from the spiritual energy in the South, Xian," Xue Er w
Chapter 75
The wind in the Valley of the Light's Demise was soundless. Here, at the westernmost edge of the Continent of Altheia, the laws of nature seemed to have surrendered to an ancient will. Huo Tian Xian stepped upon ground that offered no footing; gargantuan boulders floated free of gravity, spinning slowly in a chaotic dance. The sunlight here looked strange—it did not illuminate, but was instead sucked into a vertical black hole at the center of the valley known as the Sol-Mani Rift. Tian Xian took a deep breath, feeling his lungs struggle to draw in the thin, static-charged air. Without Xue Er by his side, the silence felt infinitely heavier. Yet, he had no time for hesitation. Before him stood a line of tall figures in silver armor that flowed like quicksilver. They were the Silent Guards, an ancient tribe whose tongues were severed at birth so the secrets of the Twin Blades could never be spoken. One of the guards stepped forward, raising his hand. Soundlessly, a telepathic wave s
Chapter 76
The sky above the Black Dragon Valley no longer harbored the toxic purple mist. Instead, the atmosphere above the Huo Clan's headquarters now churned with the convergence of two titanic energies: the burning gold of the Sol blade and the freezing silver of the Mani blade. Huo Tian Xian stood at the peak of the Ancestral Hall, his Eclipse armor glowing softly, casting a transparent aura that shielded the entire valley from external interference. Below him, an extraordinary sight unfolded. Thousands of disciples from various clans—who had previously attacked one another due to the poison—now sat cross-legged in orderly rows. They were undergoing a mass purification process led by Huo Li Yu. With the essence of the Eternal Sunflower channeled through the circulation of spiritual air, the lingering darkness within their meridians slowly evaporated into thin black smoke. "They have stabilized, Xian," Xue Er said, landing lightly beside him. Her ice bow was still gripped tightly in her ha
Chapter 77
The Sea of Mists, typically a realm of absolute silence, was now in a violent upheaval. Thousands of vessels from the Alliance of the Three Suns cleaved through mountain-high waves, led by Kenjiro’s mechanical flagship, which exhaled searing steam from its bronze funnels. Beneath the surface, the Nala Varna submersibles commanded by Borg moved like a shiver of predatory sharks, their crystal spotlights piercing the freezing, ink-black depths. At the vanguard, Huo Tian Xian stood upon the main ship’s bridge, his Eclipse Armor robes snapping fiercely in the gale. In his right hand, Sol blazed with golden fire, incinerating every snowflake that dared drift near. In his left, Mani glowed with a silvery light, stabilizing the gravity around the ship to prevent it from capsizing in the North’s savage currents. "We’ve entered the Ivory Ice Coast zone!" Xue Er shouted through the tempest. "Tian Xian! My frost sensors are picking up thousands of life signs beneath the surface! They aren't fi
Chapter 78
The Palace of the Eternal Moon was no longer merely a structure of stone and crystal; it had become a living organism, breathing at the frequency of pure darkness. At the center of a hall that resembled an empty horizon, Huo Tian Xian stood tall, though the gravitational pressure exuding from Huo Ming felt as if thousands of mountains were bearing down upon his shoulders. His Eclipse Armor glowed, throwing off sparks of gold and silver every time it clashed with the freezing aura of his uncle's Eclipse Blade. "You have your father’s eyes, Tian Xian," Huo Ming’s voice vibrated, echoing among the black crystal pillars. "Full of fragile idealism. He died because he believed this world was worth saving. Look at it now... the very world he protected sent you here to die." "My father died so that I could choose my own path, Uncle!" Tian Xian roared. He blurred forward, Sol in his right hand executing a horizontal slash that created an arc of solar fire, cleaving through the darkness. Hu
Chapter 79
The Palace of the Eternal Moon roared, the sound of fracturing crystal clashing with the shrieks of tearing dark energy. Huo Ming no longer resembled a human; his form had become a spatial anomaly, a walking black hole devouring any light that dared approach. The gravitational pressure in the central hall was so immense that the oxygen seemed to freeze, leaving behind a suffocating void. Huo Tian Xian stood at the heart of the tempest, his feet planted firmly on the shattered stone floor. His Eclipse Armor did not merely glow; it blazed with the golden fire of the sun and the perfect, silvery silence of the moon. In his hands, Sol and Mani resonated at a frequency unheard of for a thousand years—a pure note that cleaved through the screams of the darkness. "You speak of silence, Uncle," Tian Xian's voice rang steady, piercing the roar of the gravitational storm. "But your silence is despair. True silence is the peace after the storm has passed. And this dawn... belongs to those who
Chapter 80
The Black Dragon Valley was no longer merely a clan's headquarters; it had transformed into the beating heart of the world's defense. Beneath the clear Southern sky, the scent of sulfur from Kenjiro’s mechanical workshops mingled with the fragrance of Huo Li Yu’s medicinal brews. Thousands of disciples of the Alliance of the Three Suns now trained with a more synchronized rhythm, keenly aware that their next enemy was no longer a shadow to be slashed, but a law of nature intent on erasing their existence. Huo Tian Xian stood on the balcony of the Ancestral Hall, gazing at Sol and Mani embedded in the altar. His Eclipse Armor was currently being repaired by Wei Bo, who was using metal fragments salvaged from the Architect's portal to reinforce the armor's resistance against pure energy attacks. "Xian," Aunt Ruo's soft voice broke the silence. She walked slowly, her body still appearing somewhat frail, yet her eyes radiated a sharpness never seen before. "Huo Zhen's blood flows stron