Chapter 446: Buddha's Head and Palm Imprint
The continent of America.
On this continent, which once stood as the epitome of global hegemonic powers, now also bears no trace of human activity.
On the vast land of America, there exist groups of carefree creatures, free from worries.
Within this land, suspended in isolation across the seas, the competition for survival among organisms appears to be more intense than in other continents, to the extent that the biological evolution on this land has taken a distinct path, diverging from that of other continents.
With a sweep of Lu Heng's divine consciousness, it becomes apparent that the organisms on these two continents of America are entirely anomalous compared to several other continents.
However, his arrival here is not solely intended for the purpose of investigating biological evolution.
After experiencing the initial excitement and confusion, Lu Heng's current state of mind has become considerably calm.
He has also discovered many extraordinary phenomena.
And within this continent of America, there exists one exceptionally extraordinary place.
Yellowstone National Park…
This name once had a great reputation.
However, nowadays, the trace of the once colossal volcanic cluster cannot be seen anymore.
Lu Heng stood in the void, overlooking the Earth, and what he saw was a desolate, icy-black wasteland. It was the color of the soil formed after the eruption of volcanic lava, appearing strangely under the sunlight. Even though it had long cooled down, it still evoked a chilling sensation.
It seemed as if he had witnessed the terrifying spectacle of magma flowing over the land, annihilating all living creatures.
This enormously scaled volcano has actually erupted…
Of course, what attracted Lu Heng was not this already erupted Yellowstone volcano.
Rather, it was the power unleashed after the volcanic eruption, which surprisingly didn't cause much alteration to this celestial body beyond the spreading of lava across its surface.
It seemed that on the day of the volcanic eruption, some force forcefully suppressed the impact of the eruption on the tectonic plates of the Earth, to the extent that despite such a violent volcanic eruption, there were no traces of nearby mountains collapsing.
The most notable evidence of someone's interference was the sudden appearance of a colossal handprint on this pitch-black wasteland…
A colossal handprint, spanning several miles in every direction, engraved deep into the wasteland formed after the cooling of volcanic lava, as if an eerie entity plucked from the realms of mythology itself. Logically, such a terror should never appear on this celestial body.
Drifting through the air is a chilling aura that, even after the passage of countless ages, still evokes a spine-tingling sensation.
So much so that upon the wasteland, all living creatures vanished, not even a single blade of withered grass could sprout.
The terrifying creature that left behind this colossal handprint, even as the long years passed, even until now, its influence lingers upon this land.
In the presence of Lu Heng, the figure of Dragon Emperor Xiu Ya emerged.
She looked at the terrifying handprint on the ground with a mix of astonishment and uncertainty, sensing the permeating aura in the air. She murmured, "On this celestial body, such a horrifying existence has actually descended…"
This colossal handprint is not even considered terrifying; any cultivator who has opened the heaven door can leave similar imprints in the Celestial Desolation Realm, not to mention in a mundane world devoid of spiritual energy like this.
The handprint itself may not be dreadful, but the aura exuding from the handprint is enough to send shivers down one's spine.
Even though the Dragon Emperor's cultivation is not low, at this moment, she has to admit that her strength absolutely falls short of the being that left behind the handprint!
Lu Heng, on the other hand, cast a fleeting glance at her, remaining silent, before his figure vanished once again from the sky.
In the next moment, Lu Heng, dressed in pristine white garments, stood upon the icy expanse of the Antarctic.
Compared to the rest of the continents flourishing with vibrant vitality, Antarctica, as always, remains veiled by the icy embrace of snow.
In the midst of a vast expanse of white, the ferocious wind and snow mercilessly tore at everything on the land.
Any living creature would be unable to survive in such a raging snowstorm, but Lu Heng and the accompanying Dragon Emperor Xiu Ya were the exception.
Side by side, they stood in the midst of the blizzard, gazing upon the frozen ice sculptures scattered across the icy tundra ahead of them, wrapped in a profound silence.
In the midst of the biting cold wind, a colossal Buddha head, towering hundreds of feet high, tilted and toppled onto the snowy expanse. Golden Buddha blood flowed amidst the snowy terrain, defying the passage of countless years, for even after the lapse of time, the Buddha blood remained fluid as ever, steadfastly preserving its original form.
However, no living being could approach this place, for the frigid wind and snow that surrounded the Buddha head, spanning a radius of a hundred miles, would never cease. Any creature from this planet that ventured near would be torn apart by the ferocious blizzard.
In the midst of the wind and snow, the features of the Buddha head were gentle and compassionate, with kind brows and benevolent eyes. Even in its demise, one could not perceive any traces of pain or hatred in its countenance.
However, the terrifying aura emanating from it, even in its lifeless form, rendered Lu Heng and the Dragon Emperor speechless.
Because the mere essence of its carcass surpassed the two individuals by far. Even the colossal golden Buddha within the Dragon Emperor's secret realm paled in comparison to this Buddha head!
The Dragon Emperor's gaze involuntarily turned towards Lu Heng, feeling somewhat startled. She exclaimed, "Brother Lu, how could the golden Buddha from the Earth Spirit Realm appear in your homeland?"
The pinnacle beings of the World of Eight Desolations rarely venture away and ascend to the realms beyond, for the celestial realms find it arduous to withstand the arrival of such supreme entities.
Although the Starry Sky Tomb, due to its uniqueness, can accommodate the arrival of all top cultivators, cultivators themselves dare not approach it due to its exceptional danger.
However, on this planet before us, not only are there imprints left by top-tier cultivators, but there are even the remains of the Earth Spirit Realm's golden Buddha!
Even the enigmatic and inscrutable Wolf God of Hanyu Mountain himself claimed that this place is his homeland…
At the end of the Dragon Emperor's secret realm lies the direction towards this seemingly ordinary planet…
In the heart of Dragon Emperor Xiu Ya, an overwhelming sense of awe and perplexity permeated.
She could only feel that she had inadvertently stumbled into some terrifying ancient secret, and everything she saw and heard was filled with mysterious phenomena that were incomprehensible to ordinary people and held immense secrets.
Even the husband who had been divinely betrothed to her by the heavens now appeared so enigmatic and unfamiliar.
Initially, she believed that she knew him inside out, but now she realized that she only grasped the surface of his being. This divine union bestowed upon her by fate reveals itself to be shrouded in such profound mystery, even regarding its origins.
If he is not a native of the Celestial Desolation Realm, truly born and raised there, then how did he manage to depart from the dreaded Starry Sky Tomb and arrive at the Celestial Desolation Realm?
What exactly happened on this planet that led to the presence of the remains and palm prints of two top-tier powerhouses? The previous gigantic palm print was not left by the golden Buddha before our eyes.
Therefore, on this planet, at least two top-tier powerhouses have descended! And there has been a conflict!
Dragon Emperor looked at Lu Heng in a state of bewilderment, momentarily unsure of what to say.
Lu Heng, however, proceeded straight ahead and arrived next to the towering golden Buddha head, standing a hundred meters tall.
The hundred meters tall human head, resembling a towering mountain, stood amidst a blizzard.
Lu Heng stood upon the earth, gazing up at the compassionate countenance of the golden Buddha. Within the space between the brows of the Buddha, he beheld a diminutive white dot.
In comparison to the hundred meters tall golden Buddha head, that white dot appeared minuscule to the point of being nearly imperceptible. Moreover, it was almost overlooked by Lu Heng himself, as it was overshadowed by the awe-inspiring aura radiating from the golden Buddha.
However, ultimately he managed to sense the presence of this white dot by relying on the shared origin of their respective auras.
In the astonished gaze of the Dragon Emperor, Lu Heng silently raised his hand, with a subtle shift in his thoughts. Then, amidst the wind and snow, a resounding "crackling" explosion was heard.
A blazing white celestial thunderous radiance, suddenly flashed within the brow of the Buddha's head.
The white dot concealed within the brow of the Buddha's head swiftly flew out, directly landing into the hands of Lu Heng, transforming into a spear-like object of approximately ten meters in length, radiating a white light.
The spear-like weapon was entirely incandescent white, composed entirely of intensely condensed celestial thunder. The moment it appeared, it emitted a tremendously terrifying aura of punishment, causing the body hairs of Dragon Emperor, who was not far away, to stand on end.
As the spear was pulled out, the golden Buddha head, lying in the wind and snow for who knows how many years, suddenly exploded with a resounding blast, transforming into countless scattered light particles that vanished into the midst of the snowstorm.
Even the golden blood flowing in the snowy ground vanished, leaving no trace whatsoever.
Clearly, the reason why this Buddha head remained immortal was because it was suppressed by the spear of celestial thunder within its brow. Now that the spear has been pulled out by Lu Heng, this surviving golden Buddha head can finally meet its demise.
The Dragon Emperor looked astonished at this scene, murmuring, "Apart from Brother Lu, is there anyone else in the world who can command celestial thunder…"
However, Lu Heng lowered his head and looked at the spear of thunder in his hand, remaining silent.
Within his heart, there was an abundance of perplexity that he could not comprehend.
Because the aura emanating from this terrifying spear of celestial thunder seemed to be of the same origin as him.
This kind of "same origin" is not about both entities possessing the same power, but rather a striking similarity that surpasses mere coincidence.
Or rather, this spear of celestial thunder seems to be none other than the one left behind by him, Lu Heng…
The overwhelming presence that fills it is none other than the exact same aura as Lu Heng!
