gnovel Chapter 404 One Hand
Chapter 404 One Hand
At the bottom of the pit was a huge hand, completely black, covered with dark red patterns.
Those patterns are the same as those on the pit wall, and also the same as those on the flower petals; they are the same thing.
His fingers were slightly bent, as if he were grasping at something, or as if he was struggling.
The fingernails were very long, like knives, each about three feet long, gleaming coldly in the dark red light.
The surface of the nails is not smooth, but covered with fine lines, like some kind of incantation.
The hand suddenly moved.
Lin Chen's pupils suddenly contracted.
It wasn't an illusion, nor a hallucination; the hand really did move.
The five fingers slowly opened, the joints making a "crackling" sound, dull yet powerful, like a rusty machine restarting.
Then you slowly clench your fist, and you can hear the tendons stretching as you bend each finger.
Each time you clench your fist, a muffled thud comes from the bottom of the pit, a "thud," as if something is throbbing.
Lin Chen continued to probe downwards with his divine sense, trying to see what the hand was connected to.
However, his divine sense was blocked by a force and could not go any further.
That power was so strong that even Lin Chen's divine sense, which was no weaker than that of an ordinary early-stage Celestial Immortal, could not penetrate it.
But Lin Chen was very familiar with the nature of that power.
It is similar to the Demon Lord's seal from before, but it is older and more powerful.
This indicates that the owner of this hand is more dangerous than the Demon Lord.
At least at the level of a True Lord, or even higher.
[Note: The Demon Lord three thousand years ago was only at the True Monarch level, not the Saint Venerable level; it was merely a self-proclaimed title.]
But now this seal has loosened.
Lin Chen withdrew his divine sense, stood up, and took a few steps back.
Seeing that Lin Chen's expression was off, Zhao Zilong quickly asked:
"My lord, what's wrong?"
Lin Chen didn't answer. His brows furrowed into a deep frown, and his eyes were so serious that it looked like he was witnessing the end of the world.
He stared at the pit for a long time, then took a deep breath, turned around, and walked back.
"Walk."
Zhao Zilong dared not ask any more questions and quickly followed.
The two emerged from the mist, out of the transparent mountain, and back into the sky above the official road.
The sun shone warmly on his body, but Lin Chen's heart remained cold.
It felt like something was pressing on my chest, heavy and making it hard to breathe.
Lin Chen looked back at the mountain and then froze.
That mountain is moving.
The ground was trembling, not violently, but very frequently.
The mist was churning, like a pot of boiling water, bubbling and bubbling.
A terrifying aura surged from the mountain, soaring straight into the sky.
The aura was so strong that it dispersed the clouds in the sky, revealing the azure sky behind them.
But the sky only peeked out for a moment before being obscured by more fog and dust.
The aura was cold, evil, and decaying, as if it had crawled out of a grave, carrying millennia of resentment and murderous intent.
It permeates the air, seeping into every inch of land, every tree, and every blade of grass.
Every living creature within a hundred miles, from the smallest insect to the largest beast, sensed that aura at that moment.
They began to flee frantically, running away from that mountain. Some collapsed while running, foaming at the mouth and suffering cardiac arrest.
Lin Chen's pupils constricted sharply, and he shouted, "Zilong, retreat!"
Zhao Zilong reacted extremely quickly. Without even asking a question, he lightly touched the ground with his toes and flew back ten miles.
His gut told him that he would die if he stayed there.
Lin Chen didn't retreat. He stood still, suspended in mid-air, looking at the mountain.
A huge crack has appeared in the mountain.
The crack stretched from the mountaintop to the foot of the mountain, and was tens of meters wide, like a giant mouth that had opened wide.
Then a huge hand emerged from the gap.
It is entirely black, covered with dark red patterns.
The patterns were glowing, a dark red light, flashing intermittently, with the frequency increasing.
The fingers were like five huge pillars, each as thick as a water vat.
The hand stretched out, slowly opening, its five fingers spread apart, as if measuring something.
Then it lunged at Lin Chen.
The speed was so fast that Lin Chen only had time to react.
He silently recited a sentence in his mind.
[System, activate the Celestial Peak Experience Card.]
A cold, mechanical voice echoed in Lin Chen's mind, devoid of any emotion or fluctuation, like a machine with a pre-programmed sequence.
[Peak Celestial Realm Experience Card, activated, duration: 60 seconds, countdown begins.]
Fifty-nine.
Fifty-eight.
Fifty-seven.
A tremendous power erupted from Lin Chen's body.
That force was too strong, so strong that his body was trembling and he could hardly withstand it.
The power of a peak Celestial Immortal surged into the body of a Great Perfection Earthly Immortal, like pouring a great river into a small canal.
Lin Chen's bones were creaking and groaning.
The muscles are tearing, and every fiber is being stretched to its limit.
The blood was boiling, like water being boiled over, surging through the veins.
But Lin Chen held on, thanks to the fact that every realm he entered was a perfect state that surpassed the peak.
Lin Chen gritted his teeth and suppressed that power, pressing it into his dantian, into his limbs and bones, into every inch of his flesh and blood.
A faint golden pattern appeared on his skin, a sign that the Dragon God Technique had reached its peak.
The lines started from his heart and spread throughout his body, covering Lin Chen's chest, arms, back, and legs.
His eyes turned gold, and there was no white in his pupils, only a golden light.
Her hair danced in the wind, each strand shimmering with a golden glow.
Its aura surged into the sky like a golden pillar of light, piercing the clouds and dispersing the clouds within a hundred miles.
At that moment, the giant hand had already reached out to grab Lin Chen.
Lin Chen raised his hand and threw a punch.
There are no fancy moves, no complicated techniques, just a simple punch.
But this punch contained the full power of a peak Celestial Immortal.
The fist collided with the enormous hand.
"boom--"
A deafening roar.
The ground within a radius of a hundred miles was trembling, as if an earthquake had struck.
The ground cracked open, and the cracks spread outwards in all directions like a spider web, dense and crisscrossing.
The shockwave spread in all directions, uprooting trees and blasting rocks into powder wherever it passed.
Even the air was compressed into visible white waves of air.
Those white shockwaves rolled and roared, rushing into the distance like a tsunami.
Zhao Zilong was standing ten miles away when he was thrown away by the shockwave. He didn't regain his footing until he was a hundred miles away.
His ears were ringing and his mouth was full of the taste of blood.
Looking at the golden figure in the distance, Zhao Zilong was filled with shock.
When did you become so strong, my lord?
That aura, that power, that oppressive force—it's something no terrestrial deity could possess.
However, after thinking about it again, Zhao Zilong was no longer so shocked.
After all, he had never truly understood Lin Chen.