History's Strongest Senior Brother c1-1474

by 八月飞鹰, Ba Yue Fei Ying, August Eagle

  The trio remained vigilant. Nearing the wound of the sky, Madame Kang was the first to strike.

  Where the sword-light that resembled a long river passed, even the wound of the sky seemed to be frozen.

  The flickering radiance slowed, seemingly playing out in slow motion.

  The terrifying black hole was even more condensed, the very picture of passiveness.

  Looking at Yan Zhaoge within the wound of the sky, Madame Kang’s expression was rather complex.

  Kang Jinyuan said hatefully from the side, “Mother, let him die amidst the chaotic flows of space with none the wiser, with even the Southeastern Exalt unable to easily learn of it.”

  Madame Kang pondered slightly before her gaze turned resolute, “The two of you, keep positions.”

  Then, she soared into the air, a round mirror that resembled a heart-protecting mirror appearing before her, its radiance expanding to form an armour of light that bolstered her.

  Protected by the mid-grade Sacred Artifact, the Turbid Heavenly Mirror Armour, Madame Kang waved her sword, transforming entirely into a sword-light that resembled the long river of time.

  This sword-light directly enveloped the entire wound of the sky, the radiance that resembled water unceasingly encroaching on the inside of the crevice amidst space.

  Beneath the encroachment of the radiance, changes shockingly occurred with the space within the crevice.

  The flickering glow with the stable region formed of the distorting, overlapping power of dimensions began to shake.

  The space that had originally been wrinkled gradually smoothened, regaining its original state.

  With this, this wound of the sky was gradually unable to be maintained as it seemed about to heal!

  Seeing this, Yan Zhaoge inhaled deeply, “Somewhat skilled.”

  With just a thought on his part, the Northern Ocean Clone was bolstered by the Imperious Cold Martial Armour with the Fish Dragon Spear in hand before he then struck out with all his might!

  Dark golden radiance agglomerated at a single point, penetrating through just that one spot as a hole was forcibly broken through in that light of water.

  The sword-light that resembled water swiftly circulated, filling up this hole with normalcy restored.

  The Northern Ocean Clone did not cease in his movements as his true essence surged throughout, infused into the tip of his spear as his attacks persisted.

  The light of water shook, as if a hole had appeared atop a surface of silk.

  Due to this hole, a flaw appeared in the freezing of the wound of the sky by Madame Kang’s Time Flowing Sword. Space distorted as the wound of the sky was thereby still maintained.

  With the mid-grade Artifact, the Turbid Heavenly Mirror Armour in hand, Madame Kang who was at the mid Seeing Divinity stage was naturally stronger than the Northern Ocean Clone as she was even able to lock down the entire wound of the sky.

  Still, as Yan Zhaoge’s Northern Ocean Clone concentrated all his power at a single point, he still managed to attain some results.

  Madame Kang was unable to concentrate her power to deal with this, only able to watch as the Northern Ocean Clone’s spear stabbed out a hole through her sword-light.

  Still, she was not flustered as she spoke mildly, “You have a treasure that protects you from being harmed by the power of dimensions in the wound of the sky. Still, that will only be temporal. How long will you be able to hold out?”

  Both sides had descended into a stalemate.

  Madame Kang and the Northern Ocean Clone would be able to hold out as time passed. Yet, it was not the same for Yan Zhaoge as well as Feng Yunsheng and the rest. The paper fan naturally had an eventual limit to its protection.

  Yan Zhaoge turned, seeing Tan Jin and the others of the Radiant Light Sect currently trying hard to break free from the chaotic flows of space.

  Madame Kang’s methods had harmed them greatly as well.

  Even as they of the Radiant Light Sect resisted the chaotic flows of space, they still had to dissolve the changes caused by Madame Kang’s sword-light.

  A treasured mirror appeared in Tan Jin’s hands, flickering with radiance as the mirror-light seemed to penetrate through the distant space.

  Seeing this mirror, Yan Zhaoge realised, “So that’s how it is. Through some method, they have still maintained contact with Luo Zhiyuan’s group. It was through this that they have come to attempt guiding Luo Zhiyuan back over to the World beyond Worlds with the help of this wound of the sky?”

  Noticing the actions of Tan Jin’s group, Madame Kang frowned slightly as well.

  While they had been entrapped by Yan Zhaoge, in order to save themselves, Tan Jin and the others had ended up in the same boat as him now.

  Beneath their combined forces, it was becoming increasingly harder for Madame Kang to continue suppressing this wound of the sky.

  Outside of the crevice amidst space, Kang Jinyuan and Kang Maosheng were only able to helplessly wait as they watched on.

  A sharp look flashed within Kang Jinyuan’s gaze as he took out a bloodred awl.

  Seeing this, Kang Maosheng was instantly shocked, “Blood Incantation Shattering Space Awl? Stop! Amidst the chaotic flows of space, who knows what this thing might cause!”

  Kang Jinyuan said hatefully, “Nothing will happen to mother. Apart from that, whatever happens, it will also be the responsibility of that fellow surnamed Yan!”

  Saying thus, he made a throwing motion, the awl transforming into a streak of bloodred light which flew within the wound of the sky!

  Seeing the bloodred light within the crevice amidst space, Madame Kang was taken aback.

  Yan Zhaoge, Tan Jin and the others were somewhat stunned as well.

  “This thing…why does it look so much like the Blood Incantation Shattering Space Awl?” After his initial surprise, Yan Zhaoge’s thoughts flashed at lightning speed as he too flung his hand, another streak of bloodred light flying out.

  It was a Blood Devil Plate that he had shattered himself.

  This treasure was most proficient in breaking through all sorts of barriers. Apart from that, it had various other wonderful uses as well.

  As the two streaks of light met amidst the chaotic flows of space, they strangely merged together as one before exploding mightily, forming a screen of light which illuminated all these different regions of spacetime the colour of blood.

  History's Strongest Senior Brother Chapter 735: The Floating Gate World

  HSSB735: The Floating Gate World

  The boundaries of space distorted amidst great chaos. While time flowed differently within, all these varying regions of spacetime were currently covered by a bloodred layer.

  Madame Kang who was greatly knowledgeable immediately felt deadly grave, “…Blood Devil Plate?”

  Yan Zhaoge reached out, breaking the skin of his fingertip and substituting his finger for a pen as he used his essence blood to speedily draw out an entire row of characters within the air.

  These were not characters that were commonly seen, instead being a unique kind that was rare and ancient, hard to understand as its meaning was abstruse.

  Bloodred characters were inscribed amidst space, merging together with that layer of bloodred light.

  Yan Zhaoge roared in a strange, unrecognisable language, “Sacrifice!”

  The bloodred light instantly seemed to have come alive as an extremely ancient will traversed infinite space, descending on this area.

  That will was formless and indistinct. It was unknown even whether its owner was dead or alive. Yet, it seemed to traverse millennia at this moment, emitting a great roar that intimidated one’s heart.

  The entire wound of the sky was ripped further apart, the spatial crevice doubling or even tripling in size!

  Kang Maosheng and Kang Jinyuan who had been outside of the wound of the sky were unable to flee in time as they were instantly sucked within the crevice.

  Greatly shocked, Madame Kang no longer tried to lock d
own the wound of the sky as her sword-light expanded, sweeping along Kang Maosheng and Kang Jinyuan as she intended to flee before anything else.

  Yet, this sacrificial ritual that Yan Zhaoge had unleashed caused the wound of the sky to seem as though it truly possessed a life of its own, resembling an actual colossal, ferocious beast.

  Where the bloodred light passed, the spatial crevice was sealed, with one only able to enter as they were unable to leave.

  Space rotated, a massive bloodred vortex forming which looked to devour everyone within.

  Yan Zhaoge and the Northern Ocean Clone were in the same predicament as well. This abnormal wound of the sky was similarly brutal and ferocious towards all that existed in its area of influence.

  Tan Jin and the others of the Radiant Light Sect were similarly not spared.

  The only thing Madame Kang could feel relieved about was that with this variant wound of the sky so incomparably chaotic, its glow had dissipated completely as the power of dimensions no longer distorted and intersected so greatly.

  Like this, Kang Maosheng and Kang Jinyuan who had yet to attain the Seeing Divinity stage could still stay here for a long period of time without being crushed by the power of dimensions.

  Yan Zhaoge kept the paper fan as well, standing together with the Northern Ocean Clone and trying strongly to stabilise his figure lest he was completely devoured by the bloodred vortex amidst space.

  Having established this sacrificial ritual himself, he was naturally the clearest on it.

  If one fell within that bloodred vortex, they would not be swept away by the chaotic flows of space. Instead, they would become sacrifices for the ritual as they would be sacrificed on the spot, dying without question.

  The three groups all descended into a stalemate for a time. With everyone trying hard to stay stable so as to not be devoured by the bloodred vortex, they had not the time to worry about one another.

  Having been the one to establish this ritual, Yan Zhaoge was affected by it as well. Still, he did still have the leisure to think about other things as well for the time being.

  Madame Kang and the Head of the Radiant Light Sect’s Illusory Light Hall, Tan Jin, possessed high enough cultivation bases that they were still able to hold on despite this.

  The time of this ritual would be limited at the end of the day. They firmly believed that so long as they could hold out for a period of time, they would then be able to escape successfully.

  While they were both enemies themselves, these two female experts of the fifth level of the Martial Saint realm were both currently feeling despondent beyond compare, wishing that they could hurry and slay Yan Zhaoge to vent it all out.

  If they joined hands, it would make for remarkable prowess. Still, there was currently no chance at all for such as they had been trapped by Yan Zhaoge’s alteration of the wound of the sky, unable to do anything at all with them feeling frustrated beyond compare.

  Both of them simultaneously decided to get rid of Yan Zhaoge as soon as they managed to extricate themselves from this situation before anything else.

  Otherwise, who knew what strange methods Yan Zhaoge might still demonstrate thereafter.

  Yan Zhaoge resisted the suction force of the bloodred vortex even as he carefully scrutinised the changes in the surrounding space.

  A change had occurred with the wound in the sky which temporarily prevented them from leaving the World beyond Worlds and descending to the lower worlds as their paths had been sealed off.

  The bloodred light resembled a barrier that enveloped this whole region of space. Whether it was Madame Kang and her sons, those of the Radiant Light Sect or he himself, they were all restricted within this space for the time being with none of them able to leave at all.

  The layers of folded space resembled a bright, shining wall as they combined with the bloodred light, forming a crimson crystal wall that resembled a solid entity.

  Outside of the crimson crystal wall, the changes in space were gradually stabilising to become more ordered and organised.

  It was even stabler and calmer than it usually was.

  The inside and outside of a streak of bloodred light demonstrated two diametrically different worlds.

  The more stable spacetime was, the more beneficial this would be towards them finding the Floating Gate World. Due to the crimson crystal wall, he was unable to leave right now. Still, it was not like he was completely incapable of doing anything at all.

  Yan Zhaoge controlled the Myriad Dragon Palace, carefully stabilising his figure with the help of the Northern Ocean Clone before he retrieved the jade pendant that he had obtained from Bai Ziming.

  He infused his true essence with the jade pendant from which jade green smoke was immediately emitted once more.

  As the smoke came into contact with the crimson crystal wall, it remained unobstructed as it then slowly penetrated through the crimson crystal wall that was composed of layers of folded space.

  Passing through the crimson crystal wall, the jade green smoke still drifted within the air, travelling far off into the distance as it gradually condensed into a single line that expanded into the distance.

  A portion of Yan Zhaoge’s mind remained with that green smoke as if his thoughts too had drifted.

  There seemed to be some kind of fate that seemed to be drawing him to that particular direction.

  Still, after who knew how long, a glow gradually appeared before the jet-black space before them.

  The jade green smoke which had originally been drifting along aimlessly suddenly sunk, seemingly having found a location as it merged within that glow.

  After the light dissipated, numerous scenes appeared before Yan Zhaoge’s eyes, that of countless mountains and lakes amidst a beautiful land.

  “This is the Floating Gate World?” As Yan Zhaoge pondered, his mind was simultaneously swept along with the jade green smoke in rapidly flying into the distance.

  The scenes before his eyes changed, pure white snow appearing.

  “This old man hails from Great Snowy Mountain in the northern regions of the Floating Gate World,” As Yan Zhaoge remembered Bai Ziming’s words and looked at the northern flair of the environment here, he knew that the jade green smoke had led him right to Great Snowy Mountain from which Bai Ziming had come in the Floating Gate World.

  It was just that Yuan Zhengfeng was not a guest Elder of Great Snowy Mountain.

  The jade green smoke speedily traversed the horizon. As Yan Zhaoge pondered, he saw the scenes before his eyes change once more as a great continuous chain of mountains appeared, enveloped beneath the snow.

  Amongst the snowy mountains, an ice palace entered his vision. Yan Zhaoge’s mind followed that jade green smoke, descending towards the ice palace.

  The seemingly formless jade green smoke stimulated the guardian grand formation of the ice palace.

  Radiance flickered all around, combining with that jade green smoke, not repelling it as the smoke was instead drawn into the interior of the majestic ice palace.

  Arriving at a hall alongside the smoke, Yan Zhaoge saw that an ancestral tablet and a carved statue were clearly currently being worshipped there.

  Carefully viewing that statue, its appearance was no different at all from Bai Ziming’s.

  Before Yan Zhaoge could think more on this, the jade green smoke shot straight into the statue.

  The statue jolted before its eyes suddenly lit up, the ancestral tablet before it also glowing brightly.

  As Yan Zhaoge regained his mental clarity, he discovered that his field of vision was clearly the same as that carved statue’s, as if he was currently residing within it.

  At the same time, numerous martial practitioners congregated within the great hall before him, all being the higher echelons of Great Snowy Mountain.

  History's Strongest Senior Brother Chapter 736: A fake descends

  HSSB736: A fake descends

  Within that statue, Yan Zhaoge looked at these higher echelon ex
perts of Great Snowy Mountain.

  Observing them carefully, there were four Martial Saints and over ten Martial Grandmasters here.

  Of the four Martial Saints, one of them was currently at the third level of the Martial Saint realm, another at the second and the final two both at the first.

  If Bai Ziming who had just ascended to the World beyond Worlds not long ago was counted in, at least five Martial Saint experts in total had been watching over Great Snowy Mountain before this.

  Bai Ziming had once said that his Great Snowy Mountain was not the strongest power within this Floating Gate World.

  He himself was also not the first person of the Floating Gate World who had attained the fourth level of the Martial Saint realm and ascended.

  Yan Zhaoge nodded inwardly, “Indeed, this is a world where the martial civilisation has developed better than in the current Eight Extremities World, flourishing more greatly.”

  Still, this was not something that Yan Zhaoge had the leisure to think about now.

  He was currently still within the variant wound of the sky with danger lurking all around and Madame Kang, Tan Jin and the others also waiting murderously by the side.

  As soon as the bloodred vortex disappeared and the wound of the sky regained its normalcy, Madame Kang and Tan Jin would have the chance to make a move.

  Also, Tan Jin and the other Radiant Light Sect martial practitioners were there to assist their Chief, Luo Zhiyuan, in returning to the World beyond Worlds. If this expert at the peak of the Seeing Divinity stage were to return, Yan Zhaoge would end up in an even worse predicament.

  Having successfully come to the Floating Gate World with much difficulty, Yan Zhaoge had to consider how to get in touch with his Grand Master, Yuan Zhengfeng.

  The current situation left Yan Zhaoge somewhat not knowing whether to laugh or to cry.

  The people of Great Snowy Mountain indeed worked fast. It had just been a while since Bai Ziming had ascended, yet even his altar had already been constructed by them.

  A strand of divine will attached to the jade green smoke from the jade pendant that Bai Ziming had given him descended here, being a little like conveying a message in one’s dreams.