NABC Chapter 113 Gods Fall Unending
Chapter 113 Gods Fall Unending
The moment the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation was fully activated, the ancient, world-destroying, and murderous aura crashed down upon the starry sea.
The immense killing and calamity forces intertwined and reversed the universe and the stars. The vast void, spanning trillions of miles, could not withstand such forbidden array power and collapsed and annihilated layer by layer, returning to the most primordial chaos and nothingness.
The gods of Heaven and Hell, watching from outside the formation, regardless of their cultivation level, were all shaken to their core, their foundations trembling. An extreme chill originating from the very source of the Great Dao enveloped their entire bodies. The entire battlefield of the Boundless Divine Sea instantly fell into deathly silence, with only the clanging of sword energy emanating from the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation reverberating throughout the universe.
On the other side, on the battlefield where the void and reality intertwine, the supreme ancestor of the Shang Dynasty and the supreme Yama are locked in a fierce battle.
When the destructive pressure of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation swept over, the Shang Ancestor, who had traversed countless eras and seen countless storms, suddenly changed his expression, and for the first time, genuine panic appeared in his eyes.
That terrifying killing intent that traversed the galaxy and slaughtered all things was not a brute force collision in an ordinary, boundless duel, but a power of termination that directly targeted the soul and obliterated the Great Dao. Even for a veteran, immortal supreme being like him, his soul source was faintly stinging and trembling, which was enough to show how terrifying this great formation was.
What threw him into turmoil and caused him to lose his Dao heart was that half of the core high-ranking officials of the Heavenly Court were trapped in the formation, and his personal disciple, Yan Mingjun, who was in charge of the Temple of Merit, was also in dire straits, trapped in this unprecedented killing formation, his fate unknown.
Once Yan Mingjun falls, his years of planning in the Temple of Merit will be completely lost, and the enormous benefits contained therein make the Shang Ancestor uneasy.
Having lived for countless years, Yama Taishang possessed a profound and discerning mind. He instantly detected the flaw in Shang Zu's fighting spirit and the turmoil in his Dao heart. A cold, indifferent smile appeared on his lips as he said, "Fellow Daoist Shang, if your mind is in turmoil, you will surely be defeated."
Before he could finish speaking, Yama, the Supreme Lord, flicked his finger!
A purple-red intertwined Netherworld Divine Sun broke through the sky and emerged, carrying a vast and boundless spiritual power source. The Daoist rhythm of Yama Heavenly Dao flowed uncertainly. Between the flickering of the divine sun, the spacetime of billions of miles of star field was wildly distorted and collapsed, and the order of the heavens was disordered. With the overwhelming pressure of suppressing all ages, it crushed down on Shang Ancestor.
Shang Zu forcibly suppressed the panic in his heart, focused his mind on defending against the enemy, and raised his hand to point across the sky.
Countless brilliant divine rays converged and condensed, transforming into an ancient beam of light that pierced through heaven and earth. Thousands of colorful rays flowed through the starry river, like an ancient meteorite that shattered the heavens and collided with the universe, bursting forth with the might of the wilderness.
The dazzling Dao Star and the crimson Divine Sun collided violently, and the terrifying shockwave of the Dao principles instantly swept in all directions, completely distorting and deforming the starry sky for billions of miles, and shattering the spacetime barrier inch by inch.
Taking advantage of the situation, the Shang Ancestor unleashed his life's most powerful skill, the "Great Dao Heavenly Desolation Seal," one of the Eight Techniques of Heavenly Desolation!
An ancient and vast colossal divine seal rose from the void, as if carrying the profound Daoist essence of the ancient times, suppressing the void for thousands of miles, and with an overwhelming power to crush everything, it pressed down on Yama, the Supreme Lord.
Yama, the Supreme Lord, remained calm and composed throughout, discerning all changes, and casually waved his long sleeves.
A dense purple light, spanning tens of millions of miles, swept across the starry sea, condensing into a spiritual palm print that collided fiercely with the Great Dao Heavenly Desolation Seal.
"Boom!"
Where the two supreme divine powers collided, billions of miles of space were instantly annihilated, turning into chaos.
The two towering divine bodies intertwined in an instant, their figures traversing the real universe, the deep void, and the summit of the Heaven of Separation and Hatred, locked in a relentless battle. Yama Taishang's cultivation was superior to Shang Zu's, giving him an absolute advantage. However, Shang Zu was proficient in supernatural combat techniques, possessed unpredictable movements, and was unparalleled in defense. In a short time, even Yama Taishang was unable to suppress or defeat him, and the battle reached a stalemate.
Compared to the earth-shattering battle here, the battlefield between Gong Xuanzang and the Lord of the Temple of Truth appeared unusually quiet.
Tens of thousands of years ago, Gong Xuanzang was injured in a battle with Wentianjun, and his divine body was damaged. He lay dormant for countless years. Now, his injuries have been fully restored, and his terrifying power of immeasurable strength has been completely restored, covering the entire starry sky. The ancient and domineering Daoist rhyme of the Evil Netherworld Heavenly Dao shakes all directions.
However, the Lord of the Hall of Truth is a rare genius in the heavens who cultivates both divine and martial arts. His physical martial arts have reached the peak of Great Freedom and Boundless, and combined with the Way of Truth, his close combat ability is extremely strong. His spiritual power has been hidden and dormant, and has already broken through in secret, stepping into the realm of perfect harmony, with his divine soul being vast and boundless.
Furthermore, with his Daoist partner, the supreme seventy-two pillar demon god Menggo, hidden in the shadows and ready to strike at any moment, Gong Xuanzang, despite his strength and domineering nature, was helpless and unable to suppress the Lord of the Temple of Truth in the slightest.
After a prolonged and fruitless battle that had wasted his divine power, Gong Xuanzang made a decisive move, suppressing his fighting spirit and leading his Hell warriors to retreat to the depths of the Boundless Divine Sea.
Knowing that the opponent had profound strength and hidden plans, the Lord of the Temple of Truth dared not pursue rashly. He could only hold the Ancient Script Star Sky Defense Line and steadily guard the frontier of the Heavenly Court, without daring to slacken in the slightest.
Above the Boundless Divine Sea, the gods of the Hell Realm witnessed the unparalleled divine power of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, which devoured the heavens and earth and suppressed all the heavens. They were all overjoyed, and their morale soared to the extreme.
In particular, the gods of the Temple of Destiny, who had been feeling frustrated and depressed for some time, were all swept away. They stood tall and straight, regaining their confidence and glory as pillars of the underworld.
Since the death of the Ferocious God on the battlefield and the Death God's seclusion due to injury, the Temple of Destiny has been in decline. Later, the identity of the Fortune God, Kui Lianghuang, was exposed, and his betrayal of Hell and chaos in the heavens further tarnished the Temple of Destiny's reputation, causing it to plummet and become a laughingstock in the heavens, despised by all races.
But today, Ling Che has emerged out of nowhere, single-handedly unleashing the forbidden divine array, the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Array, which alone locks up several supreme beings of the Heavenly Court, as well as hundreds of gods. With his own power, he has stirred up the battle situation in all the heavens, reversed the decline of Hell, and given all the gods of Hell hope.
Ling Che's actions made it known to the world that the Temple of Destiny was still the unshakeable top pillar of the Hell Realm, and that it still had an unparalleled hero who could shake up the world's order!
In contrast, the Yama Clan of the Underworld, the three upper clans, and the old supreme powers of the Dark Temple all looked solemn and were filled with fear.
As Qing Cang and the Death Clan Chief gazed at the massive killing formation that covered trillions of miles of starry river and stirred up chaos, genuine fear and apprehension surfaced deep in their eyes.
Qing Cang's ancient blue face was full of vicissitudes. He sighed for a long time and spoke in an extremely solemn tone: "The younger generation is truly formidable, a rare sight throughout the ages. Mo Lian's cultivation and practice are now no less than that of his master, the Auspicious God. The divine array he has set up is obscure and difficult to understand. Even I cannot figure it out. I'm afraid even Haotian will definitely not be able to break it by force in a short time."
The gods of hell who heard these words were all shaken and filled with disbelief.
Haotian, recognized by all the heavens as the number one person in the world, wields the Xuanhuang Halberd, dominating all ages and invincible in the world. Since he embarked on the path of cultivation, he has never been defeated.
Who would believe that Ling Che could trap Haotian with a single array? Even if a peerless master of arrays like the Fallen God Supreme were alive, he might not dare to claim that he could stop Haotian with a divine array he had created.
The Death Clan Chief, the Death God City Lord, and other supreme warriors who had just retreated from the ancient civilization's defensive line battlefield had increasingly solemn and dignified expressions, deeply agreeing with Qing Cang's judgment.
The killing power, chaotic tribulation power, and annihilating Dao rhythm leaking from the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation intertwined, not only slaughtering physical bodies and shattering the void, but also eroding the soul and obliterating the foundation of the divine path. Even for these immeasurable powerhouses standing at the pinnacle of the heavens, their souls and the Great Dao trembled and trembled, vaguely sensing the supreme terror of the Great Dao's end and the return of all paths to oneness.
The patriarch of the Death Clan bowed and asked, "Ancestor Qing, the situation in the heavens is now chaotic and collapsing. The Lord of the Death God Temple has fallen and been suppressed by the Xuan Dao, with no possibility of making a comeback. The Death God Temple is leaderless. What should our clan do in the future?"
Looking out at the battlefields of the heavens engulfed in flames, Qing Cang's eyes were filled with weariness and helplessness. He slowly said, "Xuan Dao is resolute in his character and decisive in his methods. Since he has suppressed my clan's Palace Master, he will never let him go. The Palace Master is already nearing the end of his lifespan and facing the Yuanhui Tribulation. He will not be able to break through to immortality within tens of thousands of years and will eventually be unable to escape his fate of death. Now that he has been defeated and captured, it can be said that his fate has been sealed in advance."
"The Temple of Death cannot be without a master, and its lineage cannot be broken. By my decree, Hu Shang shall succeed as the Temple Master of the Temple of Death. She is a fellow disciple of the current Temple Master, with a long history of cultivation, profound Taoist skills, and convincing seniority. She is capable of maintaining order in the Temple of Death and stabilizing the foundation of our Death Clan."
Unbeknownst to anyone, Qing Cang was filled with resentment and bitterness at that moment.
Despite being two major levels lower than him in the Mingde realm, he managed to fight him to a standstill with his unparalleled spiritual combat techniques and unpredictable soul attacks, making it difficult for him to suppress him even with all his efforts.
Having lived for countless years and been invincible throughout the heavens, he was now being suppressed and contended with by Mingde, whose cultivation was even lower than his own. This disparity made it difficult for this veteran with supreme spiritual power to let go of the past.
The Death Clan Chief respectfully accepted the order, understanding the situation. He had originally intended to ask Qing Cang to persuade Tian Nan's second brother to concurrently serve as the Palace Master and consolidate the Death Clan's power, but upon seeing the current situation, he completely abandoned the idea.
His gaze returned to the Zhuxian Sword Formation, which was churning chaos and endlessly slaughtering. His eyes flashed as he said, "The situation in the Boundless Divine Sea is still unsettled. Mo Lian has now gone on a killing spree, slaughtering countless high-ranking officials and gods of the Heavenly Court. The Heavenly Court will definitely stop him at all costs and launch a desperate counterattack."
"It's alright."
Qing Cang's eyes were deep, revealing his understanding of the entire battle situation. He spoke calmly, "Haotian is tightly bound by the four indestructible and boundless forces, unable to spare any attention or break free. Mingde is guarding the ancient star-sky defense line, shouldering the heavy responsibility of protecting the territory, and dares not leave even for a moment. The Heavenly Court's top combat forces are all tied down, and no one can break the deadlock to rescue them. They cannot cause any trouble."
Even though Haotian is invincible and unparalleled in the world, he cannot defeat the combined obstruction of the four, including the Nine Deaths Heavenly Emperor, in a short time. In addition, with him and Gong Xuanzang guarding the Boundless Divine Sea and balancing the entire situation, the Heavenly Court has completely fallen into a passive and hopeless situation.
It seems that today's battle will surely make the name of the Demon Forger resound throughout the heavens and shake the ages, its power reaching the pinnacle of the universe. The old and new forces in the Hell Realm have been completely reshuffled, and the millennia-old格局 (geju, a term referring to the overall balance of power and structure) of the heavens has been completely rewritten!
"Murong Tai has come to the rescue! I'm going to meet him!"
The chieftain of the Dead Clan's expression suddenly hardened, and his figure transformed into a dazzling divine radiance that traversed the Milky Way, soaring into the sky and rushing to the battlefield.
Above the Heavenly Court's territory, a seven-colored cloud stretching for tens of millions of miles rose fiercely, sweeping across the void like a wildfire, moving at extreme speed, heading straight for the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation to provide reinforcements.
The newcomer was none other than Murong Tailai, the current patriarch of the Murong Ancient Clan and a veteran supreme expert of the Heavenly Court, who was determined to break the formation at all costs and rescue the trapped high-ranking gods of the Heavenly Court.
The Underworld would naturally not stand idly by. The Undying Blood Clan's Undying Temple Master instantly responded and charged out, his eighteen pairs of blood-red giant wings spreading across the starry sky, obscuring millions of miles of galaxy. His overwhelming blood energy converged into a moving blood sea of hell, carrying a ferocious power that devoured all things, and crashed down towards the seven-colored clouds!
Two supreme experts at the Divine Realm clashed head-on, instantly triggering a new round of divine war, the aftershocks of which reverberated across billions of star fields.
Within the Forbidden Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, the situation had already become a one-sided massacre and crushing defeat.
Ling Che sat serenely atop the twelfth-grade world-destroying black lotus, his demeanor relaxed and breezy, effortlessly wielding the four divine swords: Execution, Slaughter, Traps, and Annihilation.
Each of the four immortal swords wields an ultimate ultimate Dao. The Immortal Slaughtering Sword is the master of "Sharpness," with unparalleled sharpness, specializing in destroying the physical body; the Immortal Slaughtering Sword is the master of "Death," specializing in destroying the primordial spirit; the Immortal Trapping Sword is the master of binding; and the Immortal Absolute Sword is the master of transformation. Every sword aura that cuts through the air contains some kind of mysterious Dao principle. The power of each sword aura's strike is comparable to the full-force attack of an ordinary Boundless Realm expert!
The gods trapped in the formation, including those at the Heaven-Mending Realm and the Supreme Truth Realm, as well as various True Gods and Great Gods, had no way to resist this forbidden power.
Sword light crisscrossed and swept across the entire area. With each sword aura that swept past, the physical bodies of several deities shattered and their souls were annihilated. In just a few breaths, nearly a hundred celestial deities perished within the formation, their blood staining the world within. Everything they possessed was transformed into nourishment, refined and absorbed by the divine formation, leaving no trace of their remains.
A fierce killing intent permeated the heavens through the array patterns, triggering strange phenomena throughout the universe, causing universal grief and sorrow. Within the Heavenly Court's territory, thousands of sacred stars, passed down through countless ages, instantly dimmed and lost their vitality, their very essence beginning to wither. The statues of deities enshrined in temples and shrines across the land cracked and collapsed with a deafening roar.
Hundreds of millions of believers and descendants of gods in the lower realm knelt and prostrated themselves, looking at the shattered idol and the dimmed divine star, their faces filled with fear and they wept bitterly.
A chilling wind howled through the universe, and a torrent of crimson rain fell from the heavens, soaking the mountains and rivers of all realms. The River of Three Crossings in the Netherworld churned violently, overflowing its banks and plunging the worlds of Yin and Yang into chaos.
In an instant, the heavens were filled with the wailing of ghosts and the howling of gods, and the netherworld was in turmoil. The vast universe was filled with deathly silence and sorrow, as if the very laws of heaven and earth were mourning the fallen gods.
On the main battlefield, Haotian, who was locked in a stalemate with Yan Renhuan, sensed the strange phenomena in the heavens and perceived the successive fall and near annihilation of countless gods in the Heavenly Court, and his heart was filled with rage once again.
"Buzz!"
The Xuanhuang Divine Halberd instantly reappeared in his palm, and countless streams of Xuanhuang divine energy surged into the sky, crushing the ancient star river.
The gods of Heaven were killed and the defenses collapsed. Such a heavy price had crossed his bottom line, and he could no longer tolerate it!
The four indestructible and immeasurable supreme beings—Nine Deaths Heavenly Emperor, Yan Renhuan, Shi Beiya, and the Undying War God—stood side by side in an instant. Four vast and boundless hellish domains stretched across the starry sky, blocking Haotian's path and sealing off all directions.
The fact that four top-tier, immortal beings from the highest levels of Hell joined forces to besiege one person is enough to prove Haotian's invincible divine power, unparalleled in his time and unmatched in the world.
Haotian's gaze was indifferent and cold as he looked down at the four people in front of him. His voice was extremely brief, yet it carried an unparalleled divine might that could pierce through the galaxy and left no room for argument: "Yi, the four of you cannot stop me."
These seven simple words possess an overwhelming power and awe-inspiring authority.
Yan Renhuan, Jiu Si Yi Tianhuang, and the other three trembled simultaneously, their minds pounding violently.
They knew perfectly well that Haotian had already transcended the realm of immortality and entered the realm of Heavenly Venerable. Even if the four of them joined forces, although they could temporarily restrain and delay him, they would ultimately not be able to stop the extraordinary abilities of this number one figure in the world. Their collapse and defeat were only a matter of time.
Just as the great war among the heavens was about to break out, at the end of the vast and boundless starry sky, billions of streams of turbid and heavy Yellow Spring water appeared out of thin air, spreading across billions of miles of territory. Terrifying divine power swept across the universe, suppressing all war and killing intent.
A towering and majestic figure slowly emerged from the turbulent waves of the Yellow Springs.
Clad in a dark imperial robe, ancient and solemn, bearing the aura of timeless Dao, with the face of a middle-aged human, his gaze sweeping across the eight wastelands and looking down upon all heavens, his body exuding an unparalleled aura of invincibility and fearlessness towards heaven and earth.
"Great Emperor! The Great Emperor of Fengdu has returned!"
On the battlefield, all the countless ghost gods were moved to tears and their hearts were stirred. They bowed and knelt in worship, their voices shaking the starry sea.
The newcomer was none other than the strongest being in the underworld, the leader of the three middle races, "Emperor Fengdu!"
The Emperor of Fengdu raised his hand and gently pressed down, spreading out a gentle and vast divine aura to soothe the excited and agitated ghost gods.
Then, with a movement, countless tributaries of the Yellow Springs rose into the air, transforming into lotus platforms that supported his majestic body. He traversed billions of voids step by step, arriving directly at the center of the battlefield where Haotian was confronting the four immortal powerhouses.
Seeing this, Emperor Jiusi Yitian was about to step forward, cup his hands, and report the details of the battle.
The Emperor of Fengdu did not even glance at them, completely ignoring everyone. His gaze remained fixed on Haotian in front of him. He spoke indifferently, his voice echoing throughout the entire Boundless Divine Sea: "Everyone, please leave this place for now. I will speak with Haotian alone."
Upon hearing this, the atmosphere on the field instantly froze. The Nine Deaths Heavenly Emperor's expression changed drastically, his face contorted with complex and unpleasant thoughts. He could only suppress all his emotions, his figure flickered, and he disappeared into the darkness of deep space, silently retreating.
Yan Renhuan's eyes were deep and thoughtful. He understood the Emperor's intentions, so he took to the air and quietly withdrew from the battlefield.
Although Shi Beiya was unwilling and full of resentment, he knew that the authority of the heavens could not be defied. He sighed and turned to leave.
Only the Undying War God wore an excited smile, his arrogant eyes filled with anticipation. He laughed loudly, leaped away, and awaited the outcome of the negotiations between the two supreme powers.
The four immortal powerhouses have all withdrawn, leaving the center of the battlefield completely empty.
The vast expanse of Yellow Spring Daoist aura and Xuanhuang divine energy confronted, intertwined, and collided, creating a boundless, chaotic mist that completely concealed the figures of the two supreme beings and isolated them from the secrets of heaven.
No one could see what was happening in the fog, and no one could hear their conversation.
All the gods and spirits held their breath and dared not use even a fraction of their divine sense to investigate, gazing at this chaotic region with utmost reverence.
All the fighting, killing, and confrontations have been temporarily suspended. The focus of the entire battlefield of the heavens has been concentrated here. The future of the Heavenly Court and the Hell battlefield, and the future pattern of the heavens for ten thousand years, all seem to be settled in this one-on-one confrontation and conversation with the Netherworld Emperor.