Chapter 870: Opening the Altar

The primordial gods and demons were chanting some mysterious incantation, causing the heavens and earth to resound with countless roars of deities and demons. A terrifying aura spread out, as if the sky itself was pressing down.

Yang Tian felt a palpitation spreading through his entire body, making all his hairs stand on end. Without the slightest hesitation, he dashed straight toward the bronze gate.

These were streaks of blood-colored mist, falling from the hazy nine heavens. Each streak was extremely terrifying, even penetrating the light barrier of the bronze altar and pressing inward.

"This is a curse! Get out of here!" Yan Long roared. This curse was extremely terrifying; once contaminated, one would fall into an abyss of eternal damnation.

Yang Tian let out a loud roar. His blood energy surged violently, and a terrifying chaotic sea suppressed his flesh and blood, keeping the baleful aura at bay.

"It's useless. This is a curse, activated by the gods and demons consuming their primordial divine blood. Hurry and step into the spacetime gate!" Yan Long urgently commanded.

Hearing this, Yang Tian was greatly alarmed. He teleported toward the spacetime gate. He had long witnessed the power of primordial divine blood; a killing technique unleashed at such a cost was undoubtedly terrifying.

The blood-colored mist gave him a sense of death, drifting ethereally through the void. Yang Tian felt that even a slight touch to his body made him tremble all over.

"Go!"

He instantly leaped into the spacetime gate. The gate slowly closed, and intricate array patterns manifested, blocking most of the blood-colored mist, but a considerable amount still slipped inside.

With a thunderous boom, as heaven and earth shook, the bronze altar and gate slowly vanished from the spot, heading to an unknown destination.

"Having been hit by my curse, even a god will die!" The primordial god's gaze was icy and sinister. The loss of the immortal fetus and immortal object had enraged him greatly.

The bronze altar was a treasure for crossing the outer realms, opening the starry sky road to another living planet. Such a treasure was extremely rare, enough to make even a terrifying great sect envious.

Yang Tian's situation was now very dire. The blood-red baleful aura coiled around him, and he felt as if his flesh and blood were burning.

From within his organs came the sound of scripture chanting. The Dao Scripture was a supreme method; his entire body resonated with the chanting of the heavens, resisting the erosion of the baleful aura.

"This is a huge problem." Yang Tian felt utterly weak. This was a struggle, and his body had become a battlefield.

If not for the profoundness of the Dao Scripture, which incorporated the methods of the War Heaven Art, Yang Tian would have surely met his end here.

"The situation is a bit better than I expected." Yan Long observed for a while, then breathed a sigh of relief. "Fortunately, you obtained merit; otherwise, this would have been truly troublesome, requiring a divine medicine to expel it."

Hearing this, Yang Tian's mind stirred. The great cauldron of merit appeared within his body, and the sea of merit began to boil, flowing continuously through him. Under the wash of this serene and auspicious aura, the rate of withering in his flesh and blood slowed considerably.

"This curse is so powerful, it can even contend with merit." Yang Tian was startled. Obtaining merit was extremely difficult, yet this curse could actually rival merit.

"This demon god was born from the primordial, with a terrifying origin. The curse he summoned with divine blood is naturally extremely strong." Yan Long said with some trepidation.

Yang Tian's entire body was very weak, with many wounds on him. His organs flickered dimly, but with the sea of merit flowing and amplifying within, the wisps of blood-red baleful aura could not drift over for the time being.

"How exactly is this curse to be lifted?" Yang Tian's head throbbed with pain. If the curse could not be removed, he would be unable to use his cultivation, let alone return.

"I need to think. You go to sleep first. The Dao Scripture is a supreme treasure of the Daoist sect; it will operate on its own, slowing the withering of your flesh and blood."

Hearing this, Yang Tian nodded helplessly. The weakness throughout his body was almost unbearable, and he slowly drifted off to sleep.

Inside his body, a red baleful aura roamed, emitting bursts of terrifying demonic sounds, as if within every wisp of baleful aura a small demon-god struggled, trying to break out and devour Yang Tian's flesh and blood.

Now, with a sea of merit wandering through his flesh and blood, the baleful aura dared not approach for the time being. Without the merit to suppress the deadly curse, Yang Tian's entire body would have been devoured clean!

This was a long journey. This world was not just the cultivation realm of the Tianyang Continent; the entire cultivation realm was vast and boundless, with no one knowing how many ancient life stars there were.

In the desolate and icy universe, countless brilliant stars twinkled, dazzling like crystals, making the starry sky no longer lonely.

A bronze altar set out, beginning to travel through the universe. Patterns on the space-time gate manifested, absorbing cosmic energy to replenish the energy needed for the voyage.

The bronze altar was very mysterious. Long ago, the master of the Three Flavors Divine Fire had engraved a starry array map onto it, and its destination was the birthplace of the Daoist sect.

The entire universe was extremely terrifying. There were peerless figures crossing the cosmos, but many of them became lost.

Many terrifying events occurred in the universe, and energy was not easy to absorb; one could directly die of old age on the path of travel.

In this fearsome universe, there were also many ancient paths, forged by unknown figures, but most were broken, the roads severed and difficult to traverse.

The bronze altar drifted for who knows how long, encountering many terrifying corpses along the way, each like a demon-god, exuding a terrifying aura that made people dare not approach.

One day, the bronze altar encountered an obstacle. This corpse was too terrifying, more fearsome than a divine mountain, its form like a hundred thousand great mountains, pressing down until the universe trembled.

Its entire body seemed forged from divine iron. Though dead, the blood energy it emitted made one's soul shudder.

This corpse lay across the path ahead. The bronze altar halted for who knows how long. Then the corpse moved, with a clanging explosion, and drifted away from the path, heading somewhere unknown.

Behind where it had manifested was a place where hazy immortal mist flowed, radiant with flowing light, purple qi dense and thick, and the sound of the great Dao echoed.

This mysterious structure was only a corner, with too little visible to discern its reality. It was like an immortal palace, but merely a fleeting glimpse, then it too vanished to somewhere unknown.

None of this had any connection to the bronze altar. It continued onward, traveling along the starry array.

In the cold universe, a small instrument was exploring. After drifting for who knows how many ages, it discovered a strange object: a huge bronze altar wandering.

The lifeless instrument captured an image of the bronze altar, which had been moving at extreme speed, and then the altar vanished without a trace.

The small instrument transmitted the data of this strange object to some unknown place...

On a certain life star, a blue planet, in a laboratory at some location, when this data was seen, a cacophony of strange noises erupted inside.