The Ethereal Domains

Chapter 915: My Soul Power, Your Strength!

My Soul Power, Your Strength! . . .

Cha Eun Xiao contemplated the ancient bone he held in his hand, a relic from someone who had likely perished tens of thousands of years ago. The thought was unsettling, and an eerie feeling washed over him.

Despite his unease, he understood the need to proceed with his task. Determinedly, he began to gather the scattered bones, separating the resilient ones from the decomposed remains. After a meal's time, he had cleared a space on the ground.

His voice was soft as he spoke to the remains, "You were all illustrious figures in your lifetimes. It is unjust and tragic to leave you exposed to the elements. Perhaps I can offer a small gesture today. Rest in peace, masters." The most uptodat???? n????vels are published on ɴovelFɪre.net

With a powerful strike of his hand, he created a substantial pit and began to lay the ordinary bones to rest.

The more exceptional, durable bones were carefully set aside for later attention.

"These bones must belong to individuals who once shook the world," Cha Eun Xiao mused, addressing the silent remains. "I doubt you wish to remain in the company of the ordinary. Allow me to lay you all to rest together, be you enemies or friends. You can continue your disputes or share a drink, at the very least, you won't be alone."

As he organized and relocated the bones, he also searched for the body of Fierce Blade Li Wuliang. It had been only two years since Li Wuliang's fall from the precipice, and he had been a prominent figure in the Dao Origin Stage. His body should not have decayed so rapidly. Cha Eun Xiao meticulously inspected every corpse he moved, his gaze searching for any sign of Li Wuliang amidst the multitude of bones.

"Brother, I am here," came a familiar voice.

...

In the process, he constructed substantial burial mounds behind him, a testament to the countless souls who had met their end in this desolate place.

Yet, Li Wuliang's body remained elusive, and Cha Eun Xiao's sword was nowhere to be found. A sense of frustration gnawed at him. Despite the abundance of soul power he had acquired, the one thing he most desired remained beyond his grasp, a source of mounting vexation.

Then, a revelation struck him. [Fierce Sword.]

[Indeed, Fierce Sword.]

He contemplated the ferocity of battles that must have raged here in ancient times, causing numerous casualties. [These must have been extraordinarily brutal confrontations.]

[So where are their weapons?]

[Even if their weapons were shattered, there should still be remnants!]

[Why, despite collecting tens of thousands of corpses, have I not encountered a single weapon?]

[Did they wage these battles empty-handed in ancient times?]

[Even if they had fought without weapons, Li Wuliang's sword should still be here. The area is expansive, but my spiritual senses should not fail me. Why can't I locate it?]

As Cha Eun Xiao lost himself in contemplation, a strange occurrence unfolded on the ninety-nine mounds behind him. In the silence, an unbelievable event began to transpire.

A wisp of white smoke emerged from each mound, rising into the air. These ninety-nine streams of smoke converged and twirled in the sky before descending.

Perplexed and sensing an unusual development, Cha Eun Xiao turned to find the smoke rising from the mounds. They merged into a single, towering column of smoke in the air.

His eyes widened, and he nearly voiced his astonishment. [What in the world...]

Though not one to be easily unnerved, what he witnessed was profoundly strange, eerie, and disconcerting.

Smoke typically ascends toward the sky, but in this instance, it defied convention and rushed downward, vanishing into the earth.

Cha Eun Xiao was taken aback, bewildered by the inexplicable events.

Yet, matters grew even more disquieting. As the smoke dissipated, a cacophony of sounds erupted from the area where the bodies remained. The ground began to slowly elevate, akin to the ascent of a colossal creature from beneath the earth.

The sight was harrowing, and Cha Eun Xiao's countenance paled. Without hesitation, he activated his martial skills to their fullest extent.

After a brief interval, a resounding boom filled the air, and a massive stone stele emerged from beneath the ground.

Words etched onto the stone tablet atop the mysterious stele left Cha Eun Xiao in a state of shock, his mind reeling from the unexpected revelations that continued to unfurl in this hidden abyss.

Each line of text appeared on the stele one after another, gradually unveiling the tale of an ancient and catastrophic conflict.

"Three bolts of lightning. Cold sky. Million demons. Brothers and sisters. Sacrifice. Blood in the realm..."

As the words continued to manifest, Cha Eun Xiao found himself captivated by the eerie and haunting narrative of a demonic war that had unfolded within this abyss.

"XX year XX month, without reason, three bolts of lightning connected the sky and earth, making a rift in the heavens. Millions of demons entered the realm…"

Cha Eun Xiao couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the scale and intensity of the events recounted on the stone. It was as though he had stumbled upon an uncharted chapter of history, written in the blood and sacrifices of countless individuals.

The inscription on the stele painted a grim picture. In order to prevent the demonic forces from ravaging the world, the cultivators resorted to desperate measures. They lured the demons to the Sky Soul Precipice, effectively sealing their fates in a cataclysmic battle.

Heaven Inverse Art, a mysterious martial technique, was employed to harness the power of the magnetic mountain beyond the heavens. This power eradicated all weaponry on both sides, forcing combatants to engage barehanded. Simultaneously, Ocean Overturning Art was utilized to seal off all escape routes from the precipice, trapping everyone within its confines.

The gravity of the situation was made evident as Cha Eun Xiao continued reading. Thirty thousand elite cultivators, individuals of remarkable prowess, voluntarily embraced death. Their sacrifice transformed their souls into binding chains, preventing any living being from leaving the precipice alive.

It was a grim and unyielding resolve to protect their realm.

"After this, the demons will surely be destroyed. Our brothers will have to die in this precipice too. The soul chain will be loosened after one hundred thousand years. We will become ashes till then. Men should follow their brave hearts. We live or die, but we have nothing to regret. However, it is still a shame to have our bodies exposed in the wild."

"Our honorable spirits will never die! Whoever of our future generation is destined to come to this place and bury us, will be granted with enormous soul power. It will help him become an undying legend, as our return for favor."

Cha Eun Xiao read on, his respect for these fallen heroes deepening with each word. The words were straightforward, bearing the weight of selfless sacrifice and unwavering bravery. They had been immortalized in this stone tablet, an enduring testament to their commitment.

"This is a true story of the real heroes! Undying legend! A hundred years later, the words were still shining with glory and vigor!" Cha Eun Xiao remarked with profound reverence.

The reason the three factions had not been able to collect the soul power became abundantly clear. It was the will of the deceased. Only the one who buried their bodies could be bestowed with the soul power.

Understanding the gravity of the situation, Cha Eun Xiao continued his solemn task of burying the fallen heroes, one by one. As he did, the jade-like bones, which had defied decay for tens of thousands of years, suddenly turned to ash.

From each fragment of bone, a stream of cyan qi emerged. It was the purest form of soul power, each cultivator leaving behind a portion of their essence. This potent energy gathered in the air, and after a moment, surged into Cha Eun Xiao's being.

He was powerless to resist the influx of the purest soul power, and it coursed through him, causing his world to shatter into a kaleidoscope of fragmented images.

A deafening rush enveloped him, and he fell to the ground, his face upturned, grappling with a severe headache as the world spun around him.