Wrath of the Dark Son! The Cursed Altar Unveiled!
Translated by Basingh.
A group of extraterrestrial creatures stood before him—thin, monkey-like figures with jet-black wings sprouting from their backs. Their mouths were lined with razor-sharp fangs, their ferocious appearances radiating pure malice.
As Long Chen tore through the river of space, shattering through the void, the creatures flinched in alarm. But the moment they recognized him—
"TOOT!"
A sharp, piercing horn blast echoed.
Immediately, terrifying auras erupted in the distance.
Long Chen’s gaze swept across the creatures and noticed they were constructing an altar—one that was nearly complete.
At the altar’s center lay a deep pit, surrounded by countless sinister formation patterns. However, they had yet to be activated, leaving their true nature unknown.
Long Chen’s expression darkened.
"Not far ahead is Demon Cloud Mountain… And these alien beasts are setting up an altar?!"
His voice turned to steel.
"Nothing good can come of this… Cang Lu, KILL THEM ALL!"
"BZZT!"
With a single command, the Kun Cauldron vanished from above Long Chen’s head, and from within, Cang Lu erupted like a black meteor!
"BOOM!"
With a single punch, Cang Lu obliterated the altar, sending out a terrifying shockwave that instantly pulverized the extraterrestrial creatures!
Despite their ferocious appearances, they were weak—none had cultivated more than 900 Dao Emperor Flames.
To Cang Lu, they were nothing but ants.
One punch—
And tens of thousands of them were erased from existence.
A True Dark Titan! A Single Fist, Endless Carnage!
But suddenly—
"BZZZT!"
The void quivered.
A new presence descended—
A monstrous being wielding 998 Dao Emperor Flames!
Without hesitation, the being charged straight at Cang Lu!
"SPLAT!"
Before it could even assess the battlefield, Cang Lu’s fist obliterated half of the void, reducing the creature to a cloud of blood mist.
"WHOOSH!"
Cang Lu’s figure blurred—
In the blink of an eye, he crossed tens of thousands of miles, ripped open the void with his bare hands, and shredded multiple incoming attackers to pieces!
Only one survived—
A powerhouse wielding 999 Dao Emperor Flames had barely blocked the attack with a shield, escaping by a hair’s breadth.
But before he could even breathe in relief—
"CRACK!"
Cang Lu’s blackened hand slammed down, shattering the shield, piercing straight through his chest!
Long Chen narrowed his eyes.
Unlike the monkey-like extraterrestrials, this one was taller, hair-covered, and radiated an even more savage aura.
Even so, it still belonged to the demonic beast race.
A Deadly Spear! A Warrior’s Instinct!
Suddenly—
"RUMBLE!"
A white bone spear pierced through the void, Emperor Flames swirling violently around it.
It was aimed directly at Cang Lu’s back!
A true expert!
This attacker wielded 999 Dao Emperor Flames and had flawless timing, launching a lightning-fast sneak attack right as Cang Lu finished his previous kill!
His back was momentarily unguarded—his strongest force was still in his palm!
"BOOM!"
The bone spear struck home.
A deafening explosion echoed—
But—
It did nothing.
The spearhead, sharp enough to pierce mountains, failed to even scratch Cang Lu’s back!
The attacker’s eyes widened in horror.
"Impossible!"
He had poured every ounce of power into that strike—aiming straight for the vital spot—yet it was like hitting a steel wall!
Long Chen’s eyes gleamed with amazement.
"As expected of the Dark Son… His growth rate is insane!"
Even Long Chen himself would need to summon his Emperor Flames to resist such an attack—
But Cang Lu didn’t even need to.
Long Chen smirked.
"I was worried I’d outgrow him too quickly and leave him behind… But it seems I was worried for nothing."
"BOOM!"
Cang Lu’s black Emperor Flames erupted—
The bone spear shattered instantly!
The attacker tried to retreat, but the broken spear rained down upon him like a storm of daggers, piercing his body countless times.
"SPLURT!"
In mere moments, he was riddled with holes, his corpse collapsing into the void.
The Cursed Altar! A Sacrifice to Darkness!
Cang Lu charged ahead, unstoppable—
Even 999 Dao Emperor Flame powerhouses couldn’t last a single exchange.
Back when he fought Long Chen, he had already cultivated 999 Dao Emperor Flames.
Now—his flames were beginning to merge.
He had yet to reach Unity, but his strength had already surpassed that level.
Last time, he struggled against Ming Zang.
But now?
He could crush him effortlessly.
Such was the fearsome might of the Dark Son.
As Cang Lu cleared the way, Long Chen soon found himself facing—
A fully constructed altar.
At its center—
A deep pit filled with fresh crimson blood.
Floating within it—
A corpse, bound by countless chains.
"WHOOSH!"
Long Chen flashed forward, landing on the altar.
A group of remaining extraterrestrial creatures snarled, rushing toward him.
"SHWING!"
Countless vines shot out from behind him, skewering the creatures like candied fruit, dancing through the air as they sliced through everything in their path.
Zhi Zhi had finally joined the battle—
Though still weak, it could easily slaughter weaker enemies without risk.
Long Chen stepped closer—
A suffocating curse filled the air.
The blood pool bubbled, and from within, the chained corpse radiated a terrifying aura.
And then—
Long Chen saw it.
Etched into the corpse’s forehead—
A gleaming 'é”' (Demon) sigil.
His heart erupted in fury.
"The Primordial Demon Race?!"
These filthy creatures had been draining the corpse’s essence—twisting it into cursed energy.
He didn’t know what this curse was for—
But he knew it couldn’t be anything good.
This was a Primordial Demon Race powerhouse from the Chaos Era.
Judging by the sigil’s lingering divine resonance, he might have been a God Emperor in life.
Even now—his sigil still flickered, fighting back against the curse, radiating an unyielding defiance.
Long Chen’s fury reached its peak.
The Primordial Demon Race had once shed blood to protect the Nine Heavens—
Without them, the Nine Heavens might have already perished!
Yet history had forgotten them.
Their descendants were hunted, labeled as monsters.
And now—
Their ancestors' remains were being defiled?!
"BASTARDS!"
Long Chen seized the chains.
"BOOM!"
The moment he touched them, the blood pool exploded—
Cursed runes surged toward him like a swarm of locusts!
Long Chen almost crushed them immediately—
But then—
A wicked grin curled on his lips.
"Oh? You dare use curses in front of me?"
His fingers twisted into a seal.
"Let me show you… true soul corruption!"
Final Thoughts:
🔥 The cursed altar is just the beginning! What horror awaits Long Chen as he reverses the curse?!
💬 Drop your thoughts below! 👇
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