Chapter 142: Dark Fog (4)

Su Luo nervously looked towards Nangong Liuyun.

She saw that his originally pure jade-like skin was now covered in black mist, which grew denser, almost completely enveloping him.

At the same time, Pharmacist Leng’s expression suddenly changed drastically!

In an instant, brilliant light shot up, tearing through the black fog, and the light of countless stars rained down.

It spread outwards in an arc around Nangong Liuyun.

The ground shook violently, and a fierce roar seemed to come from ancient times, as if something was undergoing an Awakening.

The brilliant light shot straight up and radiated outwards, carrying a dark, destructive power that seemed capable of swallowing everything.

Pharmacist Leng, who was closest to Nangong Liuyun, was suddenly knocked unconscious, instantly losing all sensation.

Su Luo had nowhere to run. Just at this critical moment, the Little Cute Dragon let out a sharp Dragon roar, and a golden light covered Su Luo, narrowly allowing her to evade the attack.

But the people outside were not so lucky.

Wherever the brilliant light passed, screams erupted; blood rained down instantly, a blood mist spread, and scattered corpses fell in heaps.

In an instant, that world-destroying dark power caused a violent upheaval, and the entire Estate was destroyed almost instantaneously.

They could only hear the buildings rattling, swaying precariously as if adrift in wind and rain.

Moreover, soon, all these shaky buildings were leveled to the ground. The entire Estate looked as if it had been ravaged by a bomber, completely destroyed, leaving only a scattering of dust.

Almost everyone in the entire Estate was knocked unconscious.

But Nangong Liuyun at this moment was already sitting cross-legged, his face like the autumn moon, bright as the stars, his hands clasped before his chest, performing a very strange gesture.

Su Luo rubbed her eyes; she almost thought she had seen incorrectly.

The surroundings had turned into ruins.

Yet, in the center of these ruins.

Nangong Liuyun sat cross-legged, his entire body shrouded in a mysterious dark aura, profound and unfathomable, strange and mysterious.

At the same time, he resembled a sovereign king ruling the world, possessing an awe-inspiring presence that demanded submission and worship.

What was even more unbelievable was this!

Behind him, a mysterious Phantom actually appeared—it resembled a Dragon yet wasn't a Dragon, resembled a Phoenix yet wasn't a Phoenix. It was terrifying and bizarre, possessing an overwhelming dominance powerful enough to destroy heaven and earth!

What, what exactly was that thing?

How could a Phantom manifest behind Nangong Liuyun?

What exactly did those fifty green crystal stones stimulate in Nangong Liuyun?

Nangong Liuyun’s Bloodline… Was he really just a simple Imperial Prince Your Highness?

Su Luo's gaze was profound, staring unblinkingly at Nangong Liuyun's solemn, handsome, and mysterious face, her mind filled with countless thoughts, complex threads of worry, and overwhelming questions.

At the same time.

Dark Forest, Luoxia Peak, mountaintop.

An elderly man whose eyebrows and hair were completely white, making his age indiscernible, sat cross-legged, immersed in Cultivation and Epiphany. Perhaps because a very long time had passed, his body was covered in thick dust.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and his bright gaze looked toward a certain place in the East.

He watched for a very long time.

Finally, he frowned slightly and muttered to himself: "The prophecy from a thousand years ago, could it actually be true? Dark Chaos, the Heavenly Dao is unpredictable, even this old man can no longer see clearly, alas."

In the end, he sighed and did nothing, merely closing his eyes and entering the Cultivation state.

It seemed as if he had never woken up, never spoken a single word…