Chapter 1222: Kicking Over the Turbid Calamity

The aura of the world-ending calamity erupted completely. Beneath the writhing flesh-and-blood root, the surrounding light was swallowed. At a glance, it looked as if the entire sky had merged with the root, crashing down in a pitch-black mass.

A gale blew up!!

Chen Ling’s palms struggled to resist the incoming Turbid Calamity aura. As the root rapidly enlarged in his pupils, a threat of death surged into his heart!

What to do?

What other way is there?!

Chen Ling’s brain spun rapidly. In an instant, he thought of almost every possibility, but found no path to survival. He had already returned to the Fusion Faction once this morning, and there were still a few hours left before this era’s archive ended. Relying on leaving the archive to avoid danger was impossible...

Just as Chen Ling’s body tensed up, a palm rested slowly on his shoulder.

Chen Ling was stunned.

He turned to look and found that a figure in a Tang suit had appeared beside him. Sun Bumian’s hair was blown about by the gale, and the eyes behind his small round sunglasses quietly watched the direction of the Turbid Calamity...

Not just Chen Ling, but Ying Fu hadn't noticed when Sun Bumian had arrived either. Both of their gazes were filled with astonishment.

Sun Bumian turned to look at Chen Ling. His gaze was very careful, very serious, as if trying to find something special about Chen Ling... But he still found nothing.

"Sun Bumian, what are you doing?"

Chen Ling noticed the subtle change in Sun Bumian’s expression and asked in confusion.

"Really... I don't understand that old man’s thinking," Sun Bumian sighed. "Move aside, you two."

“？”

Chen Ling didn't know what Sun Bumian was talking about, but he and Ying Fu instinctively cleared a path.

Sun Bumian slowly took off the small round sunglasses from the bridge of his nose, putting away his playful demeanor. The hem of his Tang suit fluttered in the gale, and his pupils, nested with rings, looked at the giant shadow that seemed to be dragging the firmament, and he slowly walked forward.

Seeing Sun Bumian’s back as he walked forward, a thought he couldn't believe himself surged into Chen Ling’s heart...

Is he going to fight the Turbid Calamity one-on-one??

Chen Ling opened his mouth to ask something, but the next moment, a flash of white bloomed from beneath Sun Bumian’s feet.

The moment Sun Bumian stepped down, a white domain spread wildly to the surroundings, occupying almost half of Mount Wu. At the same time, countless rings nested within each other, rippling in the white light with him as the center, like pebbles dropped into a lake, densely occupying the earth.

"Master... is this the last move you taught me?"

Sun Bumian looked down at the ripples beneath his feet and muttered to himself.

The world could only see the ripples beneath his feet, but only Sun Bumian knew that every ripple here represented a version of himself from a past reincarnation...

In a thousand years of accumulation, how many times had Sun Bumian reincarnated?

From prosperous golden ages to war-torn chaos, to the rebuilding of the nation, to prosperity once more... Eras changed, and Sun Bumian was always a part of them. But in those ancient days, before the world was flooded with material desires, when everyone prayed for happiness, Sun Bumian had stepped into the Eighth Rank so many times he couldn't even remember.

Just as his master said, every reincarnation of his was an accumulation...

And the key to opening everything,

was in Sun Bumian’s single thought.

"A single root, it shouldn't take much."

Sun Bumian looked at the versions of himself in the reincarnation, muttering like a miser calculating costs.

He took another step, and several rings in the white light beneath his feet slowly floated up, nesting beside Sun Bumian like the rings in his own pupils... At the same time, one after another, shadows of Sun Bumian appeared behind him.

No matter which reincarnation it was, Sun Bumian’s appearance never changed, only his attire was slightly different—some were simple coarse cloth, some were fine silk, some were furry hides... But his simple and pure gaze remained unchanged through the ages.

Eighth Rank, Eighth Rank, Eighth Rank, Eighth Rank, Eighth Rank...

These shadows stood behind Sun Bumian, and one after another, Eighth Rank auras erupted. As their forms ignited with the seven-colored flames of the lion and slowly dissipated, Sun Bumian’s own aura began to climb at an astonishing speed!!

"That is..."

Chen Ling watched this scene, completely stunned.

*Hum—!!*

The Turbid Calamity root, along with the pitch-black firmament, crashed down!

The Turbid Calamity could swallow light. The moment it approached, Chen Ling’s vision was almost pitch black. He could only sense that beneath the howling wind, the root was crashing down with earth-shattering power. If this strike landed, everyone here would turn into blood, and all the surrounding mountains would be razed to the ground.

Just then, a ray of seven-colored light shone from before them.

*Boom—!!!!*

It was like Pangu splitting the heavens, chaos suddenly divided.

Above the pitch-black firmament, seven-colored patterns as dense as a spiderweb split open in an instant. In the brilliantly dazzling radiance, a lion shadow like the sun traversed the darkness, letting out a deafening roar.

The next moment, the swallowed light returned to the world. The crowd looked up and saw that the flesh-and-blood root that had covered the firmament had been shattered to pieces!

Pieces of blood rain fell, but were all purified by Chen Ling’s starlight.

And in mid-air, a young man with wide-open lion eyes was bathed in fire, his hair dancing in the wind. The aura radiating from him was not even weaker than the terrifying pressure brought by the world-ending calamity just now!

"Big... Big Brother is..."

"A true god?!"

Pao-ge and the others saw Sun Bumian in the sky, looking almost like a god, and nearly knelt down to worship him.

Chen Ling was also shocked beyond measure. He had known Sun Bumian for so long in the Nine Monarchs era and had never seen him have such a trump card... One had to know that the combat power Sun Bumian was erupting with now was nearly that of a demigod!!

Sun Bumian in mid-air stared at the rift before him. The root that had been cut in half was writhing madly, even more violently than before.

The Turbid Calamity seemed to have been enraged, constantly trying to break through this rift, wanting to extend more of its body to kill Sun Bumian. But perhaps because the intersection of the two worlds was not yet stable, the rift not only failed to expand further, but was shrinking bit by bit...

"This place does not belong to you..." Sun Bumian’s voice was incredibly deep.

He slowly raised his foot, and the raging seven-colored fire gathered rapidly on his leg, like a scorching sun.

He took a deep breath and, using all his strength, kicked out!

"Get lost!!!"

*Boom—!!!*

A giant lion foot that covered the sky, like a divine pillar, swept forward, directly kicking a giant hole in the root that was still repairing itself. The terrifying seven-colored flames surged within it, and the aftermath of the power passed behind the rift, directly kicking some huge existence...

A roar of fury came from behind the rift, and the Turbid Calamity was actually kicked back into the depths of the Bitter-Flesh Turbid Forest by that one kick!