The Shining Star Above The Heaven-Chapter 610: The Pressure Alone

"Grrh." The growling voice could be heard across the continent and even throughout the entire world—a sound that sent a chill deep into the hearts of all who heard it. They could tell that the voice came from the spatial crack in the sky.

Following that voice, the cracking sound grew louder and increasingly frequent. The spatial crack could be seen widening, spreading across the portal and the portal itself, as if it was being forcibly opened. The black void expanded rapidly.

The portal continued to grow, and now a third of the sky above both the demon territory and the Buddhist sect territory was being engulfed by the darkness. The spatial crack widened further as fragments of space broke off and fell from the sky before vanishing into particles of energy.

The spatial crack that kept widening revealed only darkness, as if the world beyond the dark portal was a place without light. But then, suddenly—

Whooonngg!

A strange sound echoed, and immediately afterward, a powerful pressure descended like a tidal wave, aimed directly at the Barisan continent.

Rumble!

The entire continent—no, the entire world, trembled under the weight of that pressure. People across the world collapsed, stumbling as the land violently shook beneath them. All of them could feel the pressure, making it difficult to stay on their feet.

At the same time, the divine aura of Tarius had already begun to spread across the world, and everyone could sense it.

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At this time, above the sea that the people of this world called the Forbidden Sea, the large groups aboard the flying fortresses also felt the effects of the pressure. These were the groups making their journey toward the untouchable continent. They had already reached the edge of the formation that protected the continent, where they saw a region they called the Impassable Storm.

A violent storm filled with strong winds, rain, lightning, and even spatial cracks that would suddenly appear and swallow anything in their path, these were what awaited anyone who tried to force their way into the continent. It was a never-ending storm that circled the untouchable continent, a deadly zone that had already claimed countless lives over the years.

The groups, who had come from across the world, had arrived at this region since yesterday. All of them hovered above the sea in their respective transporters. None dared to advance further. They had chosen to wait near the Impassable Storm and observe the situation.

The portal had also spread in their direction and now engulfed the sky above them, casting darkness over the entire scene.

But at this moment, they truly felt the scare of their lives, as the pressure pressing down on their bodies was stronger than anything they had ever experienced. It came from the spatial crack within the portal and carried a terrifying aura and pressure that made their souls tremble.

They felt completely powerless before this aura and pressure. All they could feel was despair. Instantly, they understood, whoever possessed such an aura and pressure was someone they could never hope to stand against.

Atop the flying fortress carrying human cultivators, many struggled just to remain standing. In fact, the flying fortress itself was on the brink of falling, but all of the cultivators aboard were doing their best to keep it in the air.

Even the highest realm cultivators were helping to keep the flying fortress from falling. Unfortunately, some of the smaller cruisers had already crashed into the sea.

But fortunately, many of the cultivators were at the emperor stage, and they managed to rescue those below their level, minimizing the casualties, an outcome that could still be considered fortunate under the circumstances.

Still, many of the highest realm cultivators had to struggle to keep their flying fortresses from falling. The pressure weighed on them as well, making both their souls and bodies tremble. They had to endure it on their own while also helping the others.

The leaders, from many different factions, helped those around them while occasionally glancing up at the sky with trembling gazes. Fear was visible in their eyes. Sweat dripped from their foreheads, and their faces had turned slightly pale.

"This pressure...? Is this an immortal?" asked one of the leaders, a man with brown hair and noble robes. "This aura and pressure... it’s far beyond a pseudo-immortal. Could an immortal be trying to descend?"

"How can an immortal descend to the lower heaven? The law of causality should prevent them from descending," said a beautiful woman with blue hair.

"No... it might be possible," the golden-haired man replied. "We don’t know what happened in the untouchable continent, but I’m certain the dark space in the sky is actually a portal connected to the higher heaven. There’s no other explanation, especially with the terrifying aura seeping from the spatial crack, it’s far beyond the pseudo-immortal stage. The voice we heard earlier also seemed like a sign... as if a being from above is drawing near."

He paused before adding, "But this is really bad. It might mean the devils in the untouchable continent have succeeded in whatever they were planning."

All who heard it couldn’t help but feel frustrated, their teeth clenched in despair. If an immortal truly descended on the side of the devils, there would be no way to stand against such a being.

To an immortal, cultivators from the lower realm were like ants, beings who could be crushed on a whim. With the devils seemingly trying to summon such a being, the entire world now faced the greatest threat in its history.

On the other side of the sea, the dragons and phoenixes felt the same pressure and dread. Yet, the two leaders of those ancient races still held on to a sliver of hope. They believed the vision from the Spirit Ancestor would come true, and not prove false.

Their faces were tense and solemn as they looked up at the sky, which continued to break apart, revealing chaotic darkness. This was the moment of truth—whether the world still had a future or not.

While most were gripped by tension and despair, the group from the devil’s side watched the sky with expressions of fanatic devotion and reverence. Though they too felt the overwhelming pressure, their expressions remained unchanged.

This was the moment they had all been waiting for.

"Our god will descend, and we will finally rule over all!" declared the devil leader, his eyes wide with madness as he stared into the sky.

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While the entire world felt the terror of Tarius’s pressure, the Barisan continent, the main target, strangely did not suffer as much.

The people across the continent could feel the ground trembling beneath them and a faint weight pressing down on their bodies and souls from above. But the effect was not nearly as overwhelming as what others around the world were experiencing.

They could still see the bright yellow glimmer in the sky, now sparkling even more vividly. A barrier protecting the entire continent was also shielding them from the pressure, preventing its full impact from reaching those within.

Even so, the sight and sounds from the sky left many frightened and filled with despair. Many believed that their end was near.

As for Aldrian?

At this moment, his face had turned pale as he knelt on the ground. He gasped for breath, sweat pouring from his forehead as though he were enduring intense pain. Blood stained the ground in front of him, and a thin trail had dripped from the corner of his mouth, evidence that he had somehow been wounded.

His soul felt as if it were being torn apart, and his organs trembled violently within him. All of it came from the pressure that had suddenly descended upon the continent.

For the first time in his life, Aldrian’s domain was affected by an outside force. The pressure was bearing down on it heavily, and the impact on him was immense. The weight pressing against his domain sent a backlash through his body, making his soul and organs feel as if they were being torn apart.

His expression was filled with pain.

"This is only from his pressure?!" he thought.

This was completely different from the time he met the Heavenly Demon. Back then, when he saw Tarius, the Heavenly Demon had blocked most of the effects for him. Even so, he had still sensed the despair and fear in that moment.

There was no way he could stand against a being like that.

Now that he felt Tarius’s power directly without the Heavenly Demon’s presence, he couldn’t help but remember that moment, the fear and despair. He knew Tarius would still be greatly weakened if he tried to descend, but even so, he couldn’t withstand the effect of his pressure alone.

But then his expression shifted into a frown, laced with irritation. He gritted his teeth as fury surged within him, like flames burning through his heart.

He felt fear? Toward the one who had killed so many of his followers?

Despair? Because of the one responsible for the destruction across the universe? Because of Tarius, one of the invaders?

A humiliation swelled inside his chest!

He felt humiliated!

His mind raced, trying to flip the situation. Despair? Fear? Fuck all of that!

How could he feel this way when every one of his followers had placed their hopes in him?

Aldrian gritted his teeth hard as he forced himself to stand, despite the pain tearing through his soul. He looked up at the sky, where the spatial crack had already opened wide. The energy and aura pouring out from Tarius continued to spread, corrupting the world.

There was one place, his last chance, that might help him turn everything around. He could only hope that, whatever lay within, it would grant him the power to stand against Tarius’s might.