The Sun-Moon Crystal Coffin flew from the Moon God’s sleeve, instantly dividing the sky and earth into yin and yang extremes.
Above the coffin, the sky sank into dark gloom, marked only by a faint moon imprint glowing softly. Below, dazzling light blazed, a scorching sun burning like a divine furnace of heaven and earth.
The scene was as if the cosmos had inverted.
The Sun-Moon Crystal Coffin hurtled towards Fourth Jia Blood Ancestor, tearing through the rule patterns around him with unstoppable force, striking his body heavily.
“Roar.”
Fourth Jia Blood Ancestor let out a roar that shook the nine heavens, his divine form swelling into a six-hundred-zhang-tall demonic giant, both palms slamming outward.
“Boom.”
The clash reverberated.
The blood sea spanning tens of thousands of li beneath his feet shattered apart.
The coffin snapped his arms, then smashed into his chest. Under its impact, Fourth Jia Blood Ancestor was hurled thirty thousand li away, divine blood spewing from his mouth across the same distance.
The coffin pierced through his body, exiting from his back.
Utterly breathtaking!
Cultivators gazing towards Moon God Mountain—Greater Saints and gods alike—stood dumbfounded, chills running down their spines despite their vast distance.
An ancient god, flung thirty thousand li by a single blow from the Moon God.
A gaping blood hole marred Fourth Jia Blood Ancestor’s chest, cracks spiderwebbing across his divine frame. His spilled divine blood drenched thirty thousand li of earth, each drop cratering the ground with blood-red pits dozens of li wide.
It was as if countless small asteroids had struck the land.
The Greater Saint-level dragon pulling his chariot, too close to escape, was caught in the coffin’s shockwave, now a lifeless corpse.
Its seven-hundred-li-long body crashed to the ground, the earth quaking, dust billowing into the sky.
“The Moon God is mighty, teaching the Paradise Realm a harsh lesson!”
“The Moon God truly is the Guanghan Realm’s guardian deity, I’m proud to be part of this realm!”
…
From afar, Guanghan Realm cultivators felt their blood surge, a ten-thousand-year pent-up frustration finally released.
In the Moon God’s absence these past ten millennia, they’d lived too stifled.
They knelt en masse, bowing to the Moon God whose divine light illuminated heaven and earth.
Fourth Jia Blood Ancestor’s shattered form instantly reformed.
As a god, even if his flesh were torn to pieces, he wouldn’t die, capable of regenerating.
Only if his divine star soul were destroyed, his body reduced to particles, or his spiritual will and life essence utterly eradicated would a god perish.
Other methods existed to slay a god, but each was nigh impossible.
Killing a god was too difficult.
This blow dimmed Fourth Jia Blood Ancestor’s divine star soul slightly.
“In less than two years… how has your divine power recovered so much?” He stared at the Moon God, eyes brimming with wariness.
Ten thousand years ago, the Moon God had been a terror in the Heavenly Realm, her strength unrivalled.
Had he known her power had returned to this degree, Fourth Jia Blood Ancestor wouldn’t have dared invade the Shatuo Heavenly Domain and provoke a fight on Moon God Mountain, no matter how bold he was.
The three gods’ actions gave the Moon God ample cause to slay them.
They’d come assuming no force in the Shatuo Heavenly Domain could challenge them, acting with reckless arrogance, wreaking havoc and unwittingly killing countless cultivators.
Now, Fourth Jia Blood Ancestor regretted it deeply.
Xiao Hei and Zhen Miao poked their tiny heads from Zhang Ruochen’s left and right sleeves.
Xiao Hei gulped audibly, “So much divine blood, and flesh fallen from a god, all priceless treasures, Zhang Ruochen, hurry and collect them!”
Zhen Miao’s eyes gleamed, “Freshly spilled divine blood straight from a god’s body outclasses any stored for ages. Beyond its vitality, it holds a mysterious power only gods comprehend, essential for refining Heaven-Grade Saint Pills or even greater ones.”
Zhang Ruochen rolled his eyes—these two were greed incarnate, heedless of danger.
Hadn’t they seen a Greater Saint dragon slain by the battle’s aftermath? Yet they wanted to gather divine blood and flesh.
Fourth Jia Blood Ancestor, losing vitality rapidly, inhaled deeply, stirring a fierce divine wind across tens of thousands of li. The scattered blood flew back to him with the gusts.
“Whoosh!”
A blood-red sword darted out, absorbing all the divine blood.
The crimson blade then flew into Chi Yao’s hand, trailing a long arc of sword light.
Fourth Jia Blood Ancestor glared furiously, “You dare steal my divine blood? Courting death?”
“With your strength, you can’t kill me, but you’d best be cautious—Moon God Mountain might become your grave,” Chi Yao said, glancing pointedly at the Moon God.
Fourth Jia Blood Ancestor’s gaze shifted to her, his heart tightening.
Lord Yan called out, “Don’t be fooled, I know that ten thousand years ago, the Moon God exhausted her divine power, her star soul and life essence nearly depleted, recovery can’t be that easy. That strike was likely forced!”
Like Shang Ziyan, Lord Yan cultivated the *Three Corpses Refining Path*.
His divine form split into three, flames surging as they grew colossal, resembling three fire gods hundreds of zhang tall in the sky.
Zhang Ruochen and the others couldn’t discern his form, seeing only three suns above Moon God Mountain, their heat thousands, tens of thousands of times fiercer than the real sun.
Without the Moon God’s protective halo, they’d have melted.
“Lord Yan’s terrifying, with three equally powerful bodies, his strength far exceeds other gods.”
“The *Three Corpses Refining Path* shouldn’t exist in this world.”
Cultivators of the Shatuo Seven Realms shook their heads and sighed.
Three gods arriving had already given them an edge.
Now, effectively five divine entities, their advantage swelled exponentially, enough to crush their foes.
“Divine Cleansing Fire.”
“Heavenly Extinction Fire.”
“Star-Annihilating Fire.”
Lord Yan’s three corpses unleashed distinct flames, forming three torrents that roared towards Moon God Mountain with world-devouring might.
“Moon God, I never witnessed your glory ten thousand years ago, but whether you’ve truly recovered or not, this era no longer belongs to you. Meeting me is your misfortune, taste the Three Fires Extinguishing Path today.”
The three corpses clapped their hands in unison.
The flame torrents twisted together, erupting with even greater force.
The Moon God stood ethereally in a moon imprint’s centre, exuding an unworldly grace, shaking her head with a sigh, “Youthful ignorance.”
She extended a breathtakingly beautiful hand, forming a vast handprint that collided with the flames, shattering them into a sky of fire rain.
Lord Yan’s strongest attack, effortlessly broken.
As he reeled in shock, the snowy handprint descended, seizing his three corpses in its palm. “Bang, bang, bang”—three explosions rang out.
The corpses burst, scattering flaming flesh in all directions.
In that moment, countless Greater Saints and Emperors of the Shatuo Seven Realms trembled, nearly collapsing to their knees.
You God and Fourth Jia Blood Ancestor paled, instantly summoning the world’s rules to bolster themselves, fleeing at top speed—one step spanning ten thousand li—to escape the Shatuo Heavenly Domain.
Fast! Fast! Fast!
If they could just leave the domain, they’d be safe.
