In the celestial tapestry of the Luo Tian Starfield, seven figures, nigh unto gods in their power, dared to challenge the slumbering leviathan known as Wang Yue. The beast stirred, its colossal form unfurling from ages of languid repose. A primal roar echoed through the void as Wang Yue assumed a battle-ready posture, its myriad tentacles thrashing like celestial serpents. In the depths of its ancient eyes, for the first time in eons, a flicker of wariness ignited.

Though its sentience was alien to mortal comprehension, Wang Yue sensed a profound and chilling danger. A premonition of doom, dormant for epochs, now resurfaced. Dimly, through the mists of time, it recalled a voice, a celestial decree echoing across the cosmos, warning it against trespassing upon a forbidden domain.

The voice resonated with an unimaginable power, a force that instilled primal fear. The memory was fragmented, yet the sensation of dread remained etched into the leviathan’s being, influencing its very thoughts. Now, a similar foreboding gripped its vast consciousness, albeit fainter than the ancient terror, yet potent enough to command caution.

Countless tentacles writhed as Wang Yue unleashed a roar that dwarfed the thunder of creation, capable of shattering the very fabric of the cosmos. Such a sound had never been uttered in its previous fits of rage. Against lesser beings, mere slaughter sufficed. But now, faced with both fury and fear, Wang Yue was compelled to unleash its true, terrible might.

Within the cacophony of its roar, complex, almost articulate tones resonated – fragments of a lost tongue, weaving into spells that tore through the starfield. Around the beast, these sonic emanations manifested as devastating sorceries, reshaping the battlefield.

High above, the robed elder of the Xiang clan, his visage wreathed in grim determination, merged with a colossal octagonal array. The artifact, hovering over Wang Yue, pulsed with celestial energy, unleashing torrents of lightning and fiery rain upon the beast.

Simultaneously, the four crimson-robed acolytes channeled their lifeforce, crimson orbs hovering above their heads, weaving crimson lightning that ensnared Wang Yue, restricting its movements.

Gongsun, the black-robed warrior of noble lineage, transformed into a monstrous roc of immense size. With ear-splitting cries, the avian titan wheeled about Wang Yue, its razor-sharp talons rending the leviathan’s flesh in a furious assault. Each strike carried the force to shatter entire worlds, a testament to his place among the mightiest warriors of Luo Tian.

Shen Gong, the aged patriarch, strode forth, drawing upon the very essence of lightning. Arcane energy crackled around him, coalescing into a horde of serpent-like dragons. Though lacking the primordial power of true thunderwyrms, these were beings of pure lightning spirit. Roaring, the countless entities surged towards Wang Yue, lashing at its tentacles and outer hide with furious energy.

Zhan Jia, the wraith-like Liefengzi, moved with impossible speed, a silver rapier dancing in his grasp. With each strike, the blade pierced Wang Yue’s flesh, erupting in blinding, searing light. As the light flared, the rapier extended, transfixing the leviathan in a single, decisive thrust! This was Liefengzi’s signature technique, a peerless heart-piercing sword art: “Where the heart wills, there is no barrier!”

Daoist Wucai, the master of five-elemental transformation, fragmented into a swirling vortex of chromatic energy. Within the chaotic maelstrom, ninety-nine spectral maidens materialized, their faces solemn. As they assumed meditative postures, a wave of feminine energy coalesced into a grotesque, hundred-foot-tall demon, which hurtled toward Wang Yue with terrifying speed.

Xue Shenzi, the emotionless blood god, dispersed in a cloud of sanguine mist. The crimson haze enveloped Wang Yue, seeping into its tentacles, and began to ravage the leviathan from within, sowing destruction in its wake. Deep, resonant booms echoed from within the monstrous form as the blood magic took hold.

Yan Leizi, the master of celestial fragments, chanted incantations, summoning shards of shattered celestial realms. Under his command, these fragments coalesced into a swirling vortex around Wang Yue, a storm of pure celestial force unlike any seen before, bathing the starfield in its radiant glow.

In preparation for this epic confrontation, the Thunder Immortal Palace had secured the entirety of Luo Tian’s Northern territories, determined to bring Wang Yue to its knees.

Wang Yue’s roars grew ever more frantic, its massive form thrashing in pain. Torment such as this had not been felt in ages. In the leviathan’s memory, only the ancient voice had inflicted such agony. In its fury, it opened its maw and unleashed a swarm of lesser Wang Yue – some immense, some diminutive, yet all bearing the mark of the original. Then, in a primal utterance, Wang Yue spoke in the tongue of the ancient gods.

The words were not unique to the mother leviathan. Every single Wang Yue, regardless of size, echoed the ancient, forgotten language.

The wrath of Wang Yue was like the finger of an ancient god. As the complex incantation reverberated across the cosmos, countless lights ignited before each Wang Yue, coalescing into a formidable attack: the finger of an ancient god, replicated a thousandfold across the starfield! This was one of Wang Yue’s most potent abilities!
The Ancient God’s Finger ripped across the heavens and earth, centered on the Moon-Gazer, unleashing a tempestuous wave of power that slammed outwards. The sheer force of the blow caused the six observers to pale in terror.

But the Moon-Gazer’s sorcery was far from spent. Having unleashed the Ancient God’s Finger, its colossal form shuddered violently. A chorus of guttural roars echoed as its body began a frantic contraction, as if drawing upon the last dregs of its life force. With a series of resounding pops, countless tendrils, those vile filaments that adorned its flesh, snapped clean from their roots!

As the detritus of its own being fell away, each writhing tendril sprouted a field of microscopic hairs that, in the blink of an eye, coalesced into miniature Moon-Gazers, each a staggering ten thousand feet tall.

This grotesque spectacle was lost on the Blood Fiend, who remained integrated within the greater Moon-Gazer. But the remaining six were stricken with awe, even the stoic Yan Leizi’s pupils contracted with a sudden and stark horror.

“What…what manner of moon beast is this? No ancient tome has ever recorded such a power!”

While the Moon-Gazer unleashed this terrifying and astonishing sorcery, Wang Lin stood amidst the site of complete obliteration. Every mortal and cultivator had been drained of their life essence, reduced to mere husks.

Throughout the narrow chasm, countless tendrils vanished, their purpose fulfilled. In a matter of moments, the forest of grasping limbs was greatly diminished.

Especially before Wang Lin, the hundreds of tendrils entwined around the Ancient God were now consuming with terrifying speed. This was no mere absorption; it was outright devouring!

Each tendril pulsed with grotesque bulges, driven to a frenzy to feast upon the Ancient God’s power.

At the same time, the tendrils writhed and churned, sprouting countless microscopic filaments. These hairs multiplied exponentially, extending with furious speed, and burrowing into the Ancient God hatchling’s flesh to continue their vampiric feast.

“This Ancient God hatchling…it is the Moon-Gazer’s wellspring of life!” Wang Lin’s eyes flashed with icy resolve. He formed a hand seal, poised to strike, when, suddenly, the ancient, vanished voice echoed once more within his mind.

The voice was even weaker than before, as if on the verge of extinction.

“Do not intervene. I and the Moon-Gazer are now as one. If you strike, the Moon-Gazer will turn on you. My kin, depart hence, and bring those who can withstand my inheritance…My time…grows short…” The ancient voice faded, barely audible amidst the devouring tendrils.

“With your power, you cannot escape this place. I…shall grant you passage…”

The Ancient God hatchling, ensnared by countless tendrils, snapped its eyes open. In the instant its eyes opened, one of the eight blurred starmarks swirling upon its brow exploded with a deafening **crack**!

**Ancient God Star Shatter!**

The detonation released a surge of immeasurable, unthinkable force, erupting like a tempest and rushing past Wang Lin, aimed directly for the vortex that served as the chasm’s entrance.

As the furious storm charged towards the vortex, a wave of crimson light burst forth. The Blood Fiend, having finally located the origin point after relentlessly disrupting the Moon-Gazer’s internal workings, solidified his form. But the instant his body materialized, the tempest of Ancient God energy slammed into him with the force of a celestial collision.

The Blood Fiend cried out as his body instantly shattered. A wave of eldritch energy billowed outwards, manifesting as a ghastly specter before him, an otherworldly entity meant to shield him from the Ancient God’s wrath. The specter’s eyes widened in shock, and it burst apart, showering the exit in blood. The crimson vortex recoiled from the wave of power, leaving a ghostly figure of the Blood Fiend gasping for breath. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, each time growing paler and weaker as his primordial spirit felt a deep and lasting wound. Had it not been for his strange protector, his end would have been swift.

Horror filled his gaze, laced with an incredulity that bordered on madness.

“An Ancient God!!” The ethereal spectre, reforming behind the Blood Fiend, echoed his cry. Their gazes, identical in their terror-stricken bewilderment, were fixed on where Wang Lin was standing.

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