“Restraint? Compromise? Those words don’t exist in my life.”
Though a woman, Chi Yao possessed a spirit that defied the heavens, showing no trace of yielding before three gods whose cultivation vastly outstripped hers.
“Those who err must face punishment. You Paradise Realm have your limits, doesn’t the Kunlun Realm have its own? Cross the Kunlun Realm’s line, and no being will meet a good end—not Paradise Realm Saint Kings, nor their gods.”
A blinding blood-red light flared.
The Blood-Dripping Sword appeared in Chi Yao’s hand, its crimson blade seeming to weep blood.
“Swish, swish.”
Blood-red sword qi slashed out, piercing the bodies of the Paradise Realm kings.
Those struck by the sword qi had their blood drained instantly, even a Saint King’s body reduced to a lifeless husk in moments.
The instant Chi Yao summoned the Blood-Dripping Sword, You God sensed danger, her eyes blazing red as she roared, “You’re courting death.”
From a thousand li away, she struck with a palm.
A black shadow shot from her hand, moving faster than a Saint King’s eyes could track, aimed at Chi Yao on the steps.
It was a spiritual attack.
Though the force was highly condensed, nearly all its spiritual power contained within the shadow, the faint ripples it emitted were still terrifying.
“Pfft.”
On Moon God Mountain, aside from Zhang Ruochen and those shielded by the Moon God, all saint realm cultivators clutched their heads, screaming, collapsing with blood streaming from their orifices.
Fortunately, the mountain’s divine inscriptions warded off spiritual attacks, preserving their lives.
Beyond that, across the thirty-thousand-li Silent Saint Domain, countless saint realm beings suffered splitting headaches, their saint souls teetering on collapse, their wills fraying.
A god’s attack defied saint realm comprehension.
Even the faintest residual shockwaves could affect all life in a vast region.
You God struck swiftly, but she was a fraction too late. By the time her spiritual attack reached Chi Yao, half the Paradise Realm kings had turned to husks, their saint blood flowing into the Blood-Dripping Sword.
Chi Yao paused her slaughter, raising the Chaos Spacetime Lotus.
“Whoosh!”
Her palm became a boundless, five-fingered world, the Chaos Spacetime Lotus rooted in its centre, radiating dazzling light that illuminated not just the thirty-thousand-li Silent Saint Domain but the entire Shatuo Heavenly Domain.
A million li of heaven and earth glowed brilliantly.
The spiritual shadow disintegrated in the light before reaching Chi Yao, vanishing into nothing.
“You God, thirty thousand years of cultivation, and this is all you’ve got?”
Chi Yao’s eyelids lifted slightly, her tone dripping with disdain.
This was the disdain of an empress, towering above all beings!
What was You God?
A being before whom all trembled or bowed in reverence—who dared scorn her?
Infuriated, You God raised her arms to the sky. The dark clouds above the black tower parted like a receding tide, forming a circular void.
Above it, countless stars emerged.
“Whoosh!”
Starlight poured down, converging on the tower’s peak.
Billions of mystical runes appeared on its surface, its aura growing even more fearsome.
The heavens darkened further, the Chaos Spacetime Lotus’s light swallowed by the tower’s encroaching darkness, spreading towards Moon God Mountain.
Behind the Moon God, Zhang Ruochen stood within her divine light, yet the rolling darkness chilled him to the bone, freezing his saint qi and blood.
Holding his breath, he glanced at Barbarian Sword Greater Saint, who returned a wry smile.
Even a Greater Saint felt small and terrified in such a scene.
In the Shatuo Heavenly Domain, a Demon Emperor emerged from his hall, gazing towards Moon God Mountain, sighing, “Starlight falls, the You Tower awakens, a divine war is inevitable.”
He unleashed demonic qi, sweeping up all the cultivators in his hall, fleeing the domain.
In the Purple Mansion Realm, one of the Shatuo Seven Realms, a long-dormant god awoke amidst a sea of purple mist, lamenting, “Why bother? The Kunlun Realm has fallen, barely regaining life with a young god’s birth, why clash head-on with the Paradise Realm? Why not compromise and endure? Alas!”
His sigh carried endless resignation and weariness.
The gods of the Shatuo Seven Realms stirred.
They deemed these young Kunlun gods too brash, ignorant of subtlety and endurance.
A fallen Kunlun Realm should live as befits its decline.
As the weakest seven worlds in the Western Universe, their gods understood the burdens divinity bore—a world, billions of lives, a civilisation’s legacy, a realm’s honour and shame.
Sometimes, to ensure their world’s survival, its culture’s continuation, its people spared from slavery or slaughter, even they, as gods, had to shed pride, perform the most humiliating acts, endure the unthinkable.
In time, if a timeless hero arose, their worlds might stand tall again, forcing gods to yield.
Survival meant hope.
Clearly, Chi Yao differed.
She could bide her time, restrain herself, but once her line was crossed, she’d never bow or scrape—that wasn’t her, nor the Kunlun Realm’s spirit.
To fight, even unto death.
To die, making the enemy pay dearly.
“Unity.”
Chi Yao spoke two words, lifting the Blood-Dripping Sword, transforming into a boundless blood-red beam.
The beam tore through the darkness, clashing with the star-sized You Tower.
In that moment, Zhang Ruochen’s eardrums ached, his hearing failed, all sound drowned out. He could only witness the staggering sight.
Blood-red and black divine forces formed a ring, rippling outward. Mountains and lakes on the ground, like fist-sized mounds and puddles, flattened instantly into a barren, reddish-yellow wasteland.
The eighteen-hundred-li You Tower shattered, its fragments raining down.
Even a fingernail-sized piece sank the earth for dozens of li.
Larger shards wrought greater ruin, fracturing land and space into dark chasms.
Not just the Silent Saint Domain but neighbouring domains crumbled.
Fortunately, Greater Saints had evacuated most saint realm cultivators from the Shatuo Heavenly Domain, or all life in these domains would have perished.
Countless stunned gazes fixed on the broken You Tower, disbelief reigning.
Even the Shatuo Seven Realms’ gods gasped.
You God faltered, “Impossible! My You Tower, forged from Cold You Iron, one of the ten divine materials, how could your sword shatter it?”
The ten divine materials, the universe’s most supreme substances, were essential for crafting supreme saint weapons and divine artefacts.
“Creation Matter… your sword’s made of Creation Matter,” You God said gravely.
Chi Yao stood in the void, clad in her golden robe, one hand wielding the Blood-Dripping Sword, the other holding the Chaos Spacetime Lotus, looking down at You God, “Truth be told, you’re not much stronger than the Jue God I slew.”
Those words grated on You God, nearly driving her mad.
“You’re begging for death.”
She roared, “Star-Fixing Sea!”
From the shattered You Tower’s core flew a pitch-black divine pillar, ninety-eight thousand zhang long.
The pillar, named Star-Fixing Sea.
It was the tower’s heart, forged from a rarer dark substance—Dark True Iron—surpassing Cold You Iron.
Fully unleashed by You God, it could halt a cosmic expanse, freezing all stars in their orbits.
She swung it at Chi Yao.
Lord Yan and Fourth Jia Blood Ancestor exchanged a glance, then struck together.
Lord Yan’s palm unleashed Emperor Flame-grade Divine Cleansing Fire, forming a colossal hand that blotted out the sky, crashing towards Chi Yao’s head.
The fiery handprint’s power fractured space, tearing countless rifts thousands of li long.
Zhang Ruochen choked on awe—his spatial path was too shallow, insignificant before gods.
With his current cultivation and spatial mastery, tearing a ten-zhang rift in the Paradise Realm was arduous, yet gods effortlessly shattered space, rending fissures spanning thousands of li.
Fourth Jia Blood Ancestor attacked, his hand a blade, weaving countless saint path rules denser than the world’s own, slashing at Chi Yao.
Clearly stronger than You God and Lord Yan, his strike severed the region’s rules, turning it into a forbidden zone.
Three gods ganging up on a new god of less than a millennium’s cultivation was ruthlessly cruel.
Gods from the Great Demonic Ten Directions Realm, Purple Mansion Realm, Tianmu Realm, and others in the Shatuo Heavenly Domain sighed. With the Heavenly Palace not intervening, the Paradise Realm had clearly prepared.
Today, the Kunlun Realm’s god seemed doomed.
Then, a ten-zhang white halo bloomed beneath the Moon God’s feet as she transmitted to Zhang Ruochen and the others, “Stay within the circle.”
She ascended above Moon God Mountain, her peerless form radiating brilliance, declaring, “Intruding into Guanghan Realm territory, harming my cultivators, disrupting my mountain—death penalty.”
