Chapter 6734: Scram

The high heaven didn’t permit the existence of these indescribable horned creatures filled with rage, hence the slaughter.

“Enough.” After billions had perished, someone finally appeared in the sky and walked toward the unknown shadow.

This youth approached the birthplace of the shadow, right under the high heaven.

Although he wore simple clothes with no decorations and emitted no aura, he instantly attracted everyone’s attention. He possessed a unique presence that couldn’t be forgotten in a lifetime.

He did not need auras or momentum. His presence alone made it seem the high heaven was there. This naturally shocked everyone; no one else in the world had something similar.

He was the one and only, garnering nothing but praises and admiration. This presence had never appeared in anyone else across the epochs.

“Crackle!” Tribulation lightning bolts swirled around him.

“Scram!” He raised his hand and grabbed a bolt. This was no ordinary bolt but a source bolt, the origin of the tribulations.

This also awakened the young man, causing his body to split apart, inch by inch. However, he headed toward birth, not death.

A surge of bolts manifested into reality, each at the immortal level. With this, his source bolt grew larger and larger, spanning the world. If he were to toss it, it could destroy all three thousand worlds.

Once his body was completely shattered, the bolts were finally free and illuminated all worlds. A tribulation vessel appeared instead. Its body was made from tribulations - curses, destruction, permanent injury, blood, golden immortal...

Anything that had appeared in the world before could be seen right now within this vessel. It existed solely for absolute destruction.

“Tribulation Vessel Avatar, I thought it was destroyed.” Primordial immortals shuddered while shored immortals didn’t want to appear at all.

The mission of this vessel was to destroy everything. However, immortals could still hide well enough to survive.

Strangely enough, the vessel only targeted the shadow, going against its original goal.

The shadow originated beneath the high heaven, something that couldn’t be seen but undeniably existed.

Its true size and form couldn’t be fathomed by most shored immortals. Only a few understood it contained something indescribable.

The vessel threw the source bolt toward the shadow; its tip contained all the tribulations. They merged into an ultimate radiance, sweeping through the grown horns and obliterating them.

The silent shadow that had been shrouding the world receded like a great tide back beneath the high heaven. A single tentacle like that of an octopus was seen.

“Buzz.” With the shadow gone, the rest of the horns also disappeared.

Nevertheless, the vessel fused with the source bolt to form an ultimate bolt, piercing through the combined shadow.

“Boom!” The greatest of explosions detonated, causing the shadow to become unstable.

Alas, it survived, albeit contracted to the smallest state. One last bolt lodged within its body, flickering constantly.