Chapter 136: Incantation Of The Sovereign's Throne

Jiang Feng took a deep breath, determination hardening his gaze. The fear of the unknown, which had flickered briefly, now receded like the tide, leaving behind a resolute calm. He wasn't one to cower or back down. Whatever trials lay ahead, he would meet them head-on, with every ounce of his strength, be it with brutal force or deadly precision.

"Senior, I am ready!" Jiang Feng shouted, his voice ringing with newfound conviction.

Above his head, the gate of darkness rumbled, causing black clouds to gather with unnatural speed. The massive chains in the sky shook frantically as the dark clouds engulfed the entire realm in mere moments, plunging it into an oppressive twilight.

In the sky, hidden behind the swirling clouds, a massive world materialized, its presence radiating a shocking pressure that bore down upon the Obsidian Waterfall Realm. The colossal world looked illusory and distant, as though it existed outside the boundaries of the known universe, a celestial titan peering into their fragile reality.

"Hold your head firm, raise it high, for the Dark Realm greets its new sovereign!" The Heart of Dark Ages' voice boomed, resonating with ancient power.

Jiang Feng looked up, his heart thundering in his chest. The coiled dragon within him shone brightly, a beacon of resilience protecting his heart from the impending impact. When Jiang Feng gazed upwards, it was as if he could reach out and touch the world suspended between time and space, a bridge between realms.

"Let us begin," the heart declared.

It then flew into Jiang Feng's chest, plunging directly into his heart. After a few agonizing moments, black and gold blood churned and roiled within his body, a chaotic symphony of transformation.

"Ahhh!!"

A scream ripped from his throat. He could feel his heart shattering, being replaced by something alien and powerful. The pain was so excruciating that he nearly lost consciousness, if he hadn't been prepared for something like this, and if not for the quick help of the Aetherion Dragon, only death would answer his screams.

"Hold on, kid," the voice of the Aetherion Dragon echoed within the maelstrom of his being, a lifeline in the sea of agony.

"Ahh!!"

Blood drained from Ji Moran's face as she watched Jiang Feng crumple to the ground, blood leaking from his eyes, ears, and mouth. He looked broken, ravaged by an unseen force. Then, she saw him lift his head and roar, a primal sound of defiance and pain.

Inside Jiang Feng's heart, a dark star was shaped and born, a singularity of power. The voice of the Heart of Dark Ages echoed once more.

"Do as I was and follow my every word. I will let your body follow the Dao movement, but the incantation is to be repeated and said by you. Get ready!" The heart's voice rang, a conductor directing a symphony of chaos.

The voice begins as a deep rumble, almost a growl, resonating from the chest and filling the air with a palpable weight. Jiang Feng's hands stretch forward, fingers slightly curled, as if clutching an invisible, massive object. The movement is slow and deliberate, as though the weight being grasped is immense, requiring both physical and mental effort. The air around seems to thicken, shadows coalescing as if drawn to the speaker's will, Jiang Feng's mouth moved.

"From the shadowed depths, I rise,

From whispers of forgotten skies.

The mantle falls, the darkness calls,

A sovereign's power now enthralls."

The hands suddenly tighten into fists, knuckles whitening with the force of the grip. His motion was sharp and decisive, pulling inward as if drawing the very essence of darkness into his chest. His body tenses, muscles coiling like a spring, and his voice grew louder, more commanding. The shadows seem to ripple, responding to the gesture as if the darkness itself is being harnessed and concentrated within the speaker.

"No gentle light, no sun's embrace,

But starlight is cold, in this desolate space.

The path I tread, a thorny way,

Where shadows dance and spirits stray."

Jiang Feng's head rises slowly, chin tilting upward, eyes locking onto a distant, unseen point in the darkness. His gaze was intense, unblinking as if piercing through the veil of reality to something beyond. His voice became steadier, more deliberate, each word carrying a weight of inevitability. The shadows around him seemed to deepen, as if the unseen point was a source of power, drawing the speaker and the darkness together.

"The oaths of old, I now renounce,

The fragile peace, I now denounce.

For power sought, and power gained,

A darker reign, forever stained."

Jiang Feng took a deliberate step forward, his movement slow and purposeful, as if climbing an invisible staircase. Each step felt heavy, as though the weight of the shadows were being carried upward. His voice grew more resonant, echoing as if in a vast, empty hall. The air grew colder, and the shadows seemed to twist and writhe, forming shapes that hint at a throne emerging from the darkness.

"Let virtue fade, let mercy die,

Beneath the gaze of my obsidian eye.

The whispers rise, the shadows creep,

As I ascend, where darkness sleeps."

Jiang Feng lifts his right hand, palm facing upward as if accepting a great and terrible burden. The gesture was solemn, almost ceremonial, and the air seemed to still in response. His voice became quieter, yet more powerful, each word carrying a finality that felt unshakable. The shadows gather around the raised hand, swirling like a vortex, as if the weight of the throne itself is being placed into Jiang Feng's grasp.

"I claim the throne, I claim the night,

With an iron fist and endless might.

The world shall tremble at my name,

The Dark Sovereign, I proclaim!"

Jiang Feng's hand lowered slowly, his fingers curling into a fist once more, the motion deliberate and final. His face then hardened, eyes narrowing with a look of grim determination covered in blood as if he had finally embraced the weight of his new role. His voice then drops to a near-whisper, yet it carries an undeniable authority as if the very fabric of reality bends to its will.

"So it is spoken, so it shall be,

My will is law, eternally.

Let chaos reign, let shadows fall,

The Obsidian Throne answers my call!"

The final words were spoken with a guttural, resonant tone, vibrating through the air like a thunderclap. It might be a single syllable, harsh and primal, or a word in an ancient, forgotten tongue. The shadows seem to shudder and then still as if the world itself has acknowledged the his claim. The air grew silent, heavy with the weight of what had been unleashed.

In the sky above the Obsidian Waterfall Realm, thunder rumbled ominously as the colossal world overhead pulsed with an eerie, foreboding light. A bell tolled—a deep, resonant chime that seemed to stretch into eternity. Its echo rippled across the heavens, sending tremors through the Obsidian Realm itself. Even beyond the Obsidian Gate, its archaic knell could be heard, shaking the ancient structure to its core.

The crimson rain intensified in the Obaidian Woodlands, pouring down in torrents, drenching the land in a tide of blood. The sky churned with red clouds, each roiling mass crackling with erratic lightning, painting a scene of divine wrath. It was as if the heavens themselves were bleeding.

A suffocating pressure descended upon the world, a weight of immeasurable might pressing down on all who stood beneath it. Lin Moyi and Zhen Chen exchanged grave glances. They understood the gravity of this moment. Mists Ridge and Thunderclap City were already teetering on the brink of chaos, over the deaths of Gao Zhenlei and Zhan Huito—this new development could ignite a full-scale catastrophe.

Inside the Obsidian Realm, Jiang Feng's essence lake trembled violently. The once-calm reservoir of his power surged, swelling beyond its natural limits at an alarming rate.

23,000 meters... 25,000... 27,000...

His body shuddered as the rapid expansion threatened to tear him apart. Yet, the growth showed no signs of stopping.

Dark energy invaded, creeping into his very core. The corruption spread like ink bleeding through water, tainting the radiant fusion of his Golden Crow Flame and Skyforge Flame. His burning essence lake, once a blazing beacon of raw power, was now marred by an encroaching blackness.

29,000 meters... 35,000... 40,000... 50,000 meters!

Jiang Feng gasped as a terrifying realization struck him—he was holding a level of power no mortal should possess in the Essence Conversation stage. Never in history had an essence lake exceeded 15,000 meters. Yet today, one had reached an unfathomable 50,000 meters. If the world knew of this... if the great sects and empires caught wind of such an anomaly... it would shatter the very foundation of cultivation itself.

The sheer volume of energy within him was unbearable. Every fiber of his being screamed in protest. His veins bulged, and his bones groaned under the overwhelming force. He had already reached the threshold to ascend to the Golden Core Realm, but without facing his tribulation lightning, he could not advance and would most likely die. His body was like a fragile vessel forced to contain an ocean—it was only a matter of time before it shattered.

"Let me out!" Jiang Feng roared, his voice raw with desperation.

The storm within him raged, growing ever more volatile. Just as the breaking point neared, Solaris, sensing the impending catastrophe, activated its power. Light burst from Jiang Feng's body, and in the next instant, space twisted—he was forcefully expelled from the Obsidian Realm.

Simultaneously, Lunara Glacies enveloped Ji Moran in a cold radiance, whisking her away from the collapsing chained dimension.

As Jiang Feng was hurled out, his fading vision caught sight of something in the distance—a towering statue, its gaze seemingly locked onto him. But the agony consuming him was too great; his consciousness wavered before he could fully comprehend what he was seeing.

Then—

BOOM!

The chains binding the realm together snapped, one by one, unleashing a deafening explosion. Waves of spiritual energy tore through the air, sending shockwaves rippling across the land. And within the ruined expanse of the Obsidian Realm, the statue that had been watching him...

Smiled.

Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, it rose from the ground, its presence unfathomable—an ancient force stirring from its slumber, its power stretching forth into the world once more.

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Hidden in an unknown space, the toll of the bell echoed across a boundless world, a resonating clang that seemed to claw at the very fabric of existence. Dark clouds, thick and heavy, blanketed the sky, smothering any hint of light. The sound, a deep, resonant rumble, descended from the heavens, a herald of his majesty.

From the deepest trenches of the ocean to the highest mountain peaks, from hidden grottos to sealed domains, every creature, every being, felt the vibration, and the toll, a shiver that ran down their spines. Some looked up in awe, their faces etched with a strange mix of wonder, excitement, and dread. Others cowered, their eyes wide with terror, while still others clenched their fists, their expressions twisted with hatred and resentment.

High above the world, a colossal palace, built from obsidian-like crystals that gleamed with an inner darkness, hung suspended in the air. It pulsed with a malevolent but beautiful energy, a silent testament to the power it contained. The air around it crackled, distorted by an unseen force. Within its walls, hurried footsteps echoed through the grand halls. A massive door, crafted from what looked like petrified lightning, shuddered and swung open, the sound echoing like a thunderclap.

A stream of men and women, dressed in finery that seemed to mock the oppressive atmosphere, rushed into the room. Their faces, pale and drawn, betrayed their panic. Crystalline chandeliers, shaped like skeletal hands, cast an unsettling glow across the room, illuminating tapestries that depicted scenes of unimaginable carnage that weren't present once upon a time.

In the center of the chamber, a throne, forged from pure shadow, blazed with dark flames. The air around it shimmered and warped, a vortex of raw power that threatened to consume anything that dared approach. A few meters away, a figure stood, tall and imposing. A crown, crafted from blackened bone, rested upon his head. Black spiritual energy, thick and viscous, roiled around his body, radiating an aura of absolute dominance. The pressure emanating from him was so intense that those who entered the room were forced to their knees, their bodies trembling.

"My lord—" one of the men stammered, his voice barely a whisper. He dared not look directly at the figure.

"Silence!" the figure roared, his voice a guttural growl that seemed to shake the very foundations of the palace. He turned, and where eyes should have been, there were only empty sockets, twin voids that swallowed all light and hope. "Find the Chosen One," he commanded, his voice laced with venom, "and kill him. Now."

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