The time formation was concealed within the Ninth-Grade Formation, striking without any warning. The mysterious and unpredictable power of time caught the Seven Ultimate Killers off guard, leaving them reeling before they could comprehend what had happened.
“Daring to underestimate this emperor’s methods? None of you will escape.”
Little Black smirked, as if everything was under its control.
With the Seven Ultimate Killers wounded by the power of time, Little Black seized the opportunity, immediately urging the time formation to unleash a barrage of time blades.
The formation, set up by Zhang Ruochen and Little Black, integrated the Ninth-Grade Formation, time formation, and space formation. Having spent a hundred thousand years in the Qiankun Divine Wood Diagram, Little Black had a profound understanding of time and space.
Thus, it could effortlessly control the formation, wielding the powers of time and space with masterful precision.
Through the formation’s intricacy, it even conjured a faint river of time, hovering above the Seven Ultimate Killers.
Though the Seven Ultimate Killers reacted quickly, they couldn’t fully block the time formation’s power. Once again, their lifespans were slashed, their auras growing unsteady. The Seven Ultimate Killing Formation showed signs of instability, and the Nether Lotus teetered on the verge of collapse.
However, the Seven Ultimate Killers were no ordinary foes. They quickly regained their composure, using the Seven Ultimate Killing Formation to counter the time formation, making it difficult for the power of time to penetrate.
“Damn it, this Ninth-Grade Formation can wield the power of time, even summoning a shadow of the river of time. This is Zhang Ruochen’s doing.”
Deathless glared, his heart brimming with resentment.
Blood Ripple said gravely, “Such eerie time techniques, capable of directly cutting two hundred years from our lifespans. If Zhang Ruochen continues to grow, he might become as troublesome as Saint Monk Xumi.”
As the master of time and space, Saint Monk Xumi’s unpredictable techniques had once caused endless headaches for the Hell Realm’s gods, ultimately leading to the failure of their plan to destroy the Kunlun Realm.
Ten thousand years later, the Hell Realm had finally invaded the Kunlun Realm again. They absolutely did not want another figure like Saint Monk Xumi to emerge.
The Seven Ultimate Killers’ faces darkened. They had always been invincible, crushing any opponent with ease. They had never suffered such a significant setback.
Worse, they were now in grave danger. One misstep, and they could fall here entirely.
“Roar.”
The five-clawed silver dragon let out earth-shaking roars, resounding through the heavens, shaking the universe.
An icy aura burst from its body, so cold it seemed capable of freezing the entire world.
“Extreme Yin Heavenly Dragon Qi.”
Xuan Ming Wushang’s expression shifted.
All members of the Dragon Clan, in their youth, would refine either a wisp of Dragonfire Spirit or Extreme Yin Heavenly Dragon Qi. These could temper their dragon bodies and souls while serving as powerful attack methods. Both forces were terrifying, and when cultivated to their peak, even gods would retreat.
The five-clawed silver dragon before them, formed from the scales and skin of a divine-realm dragon, contained an incomparably fearsome Extreme Yin Heavenly Dragon Qi.
Even if Zhang Ruochen’s group could only unleash one percent of its power, it was enough to threaten Great Saints, capable of freezing them solid.
“We can’t touch the Extreme Yin Heavenly Dragon Qi. Dark Canopy!”
The Seven Ultimate Killers immediately shifted their formation, turning from offense to defense, instantly releasing vast dark power.
As the dark power surged, it swiftly formed a pitch-black canopy, enveloping a radius of several hundred zhang. From afar, it resembled a massive black egg, its surface flickering with countless dark secret inscriptions.
After forming the Dark Canopy, Xuan Ming Wushang, still uneasy, spat out a dark golden bead glowing with an eerie light, merging it with the Nether Lotus beneath.
This bead was extraordinary, a Nether Dragon Pearl left behind by a fallen god of the Nether Dragon Clan. It contained the lifelong divine power essence of that divine-realm dragon, making it a formidable ancient divine artifact, hundreds of times harder than stars beyond the domain.
Under Xuan Ming Wushang’s urging, the Nether Dragon Pearl unleashed powerful dark divine power and curse power. Dark Nether Dragons and Cursed Nether Dragons flew from the pearl, merging into the Dark Canopy, making it even more robust.
“Bang.”
Relying on the Dark Canopy, the Seven Ultimate Killers barely withstood the terrifying assaults of the Ninth-Grade Formation and the silver dragon, gaining a moment to catch their breath.
“Think hiding in a turtle shell makes you safe? Break it open!”
Little Black shouted, activating the space formation within the Ninth-Grade Formation. Using space inscriptions, it mobilized surrounding space rules, unleashing a fearsome spatial force that condensed into a silver-white, peerless edge.
This attack was the Space-Splitting Slash Zhang Ruochen had recently mastered, but amplified by the formation’s power, its might was even greater, as if it could truly cleave a great world apart.
“Swish.”
The Dark Canopy was indeed sturdy, but faced with the peerless edge formed by spatial power, it was sliced open instantly, unstoppable.
The Space-Splitting Slash’s residual force continued, charging toward the Nether Lotus.
Simultaneously, the five-clawed silver dragon launched a ferocious assault. While releasing Extreme Yin Heavenly Dragon Qi, its body radiated dazzling divine light, unleashing vast divine dragon power, like a dragon surging from the sea or a comet streaking through the sky, intent on breaking all obstacles.
“Boom.”
Faced with the silver dragon’s frenzied charge, the Dark Canopy crumpled like paper, shattering completely in an instant.
Even the Nether Lotus, the core of the Seven Ultimate Killing Formation, exploded.
“Bang.”
The Seven Ultimate Killers were all sent flying, crashing heavily into the Ninth-Grade Formation. Blood spurted from their mouths, their injuries severe.
Since mastering the Seven Ultimate Killing Formation, they had never been forcibly broken like this.
“Big brother, we can’t delay any longer.”
Anxiety flashed in Ye Ming Wuyou’s eyes.
In the blink of an eye, they had been gravely wounded. If this continued, they might truly fall to Zhang Ruochen’s group.
“No one can humiliate our Seven Ultimate Killers. Zhang Ruochen, Dead Zen Ancestor, and these others—next time we meet, it’ll be their end,” Xuan Ming Wushang said coldly.
Without hesitation, the Seven Ultimate Killers swiftly formed intricate hand seals. Seven beams of dark divine light burst from their bodies, converging into a complex, flickering dark divine inscription, teetering on the edge of annihilation.
Their faces paled noticeably, clearly having paid a steep price for this.
Seeing the dark divine inscription, Zhang Ruochen’s eyes narrowed. He shouted, “Attack with full force. Don’t let them escape!”
The five-clawed silver dragon radiated dazzling divine light again, its vast divine dragon power surging. Its jaws opened, aiming to swallow the Seven Ultimate Killers.
“Buzz.”
The dark divine inscription trembled, unleashing a terrifying force.
“Boom.”
The Ninth-Grade Formation controlled by Little Black was torn open with a massive gash.
Before the silver dragon’s attack could land, the dark divine inscription enveloped the Seven Ultimate Killers, breaking through all barriers, shattering the universe, and escaping in an instant.
“Chase!”
Instinctively, Zhang Ruochen and the others wanted to urge the silver dragon to pursue.
The Seven Ultimate Killers were heavily injured and couldn’t have escaped far. This was the best chance to eliminate them.
Having come this far, there was no reason to stop.
“Pfft.”
But at that moment, Ao Xinyan suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
The once-mighty five-clawed silver dragon’s aura plummeted, reverting to the divine dragon silver armor on Ao Xinyan’s body.
“What happened?”
Everyone was shocked by the sudden change.
Zhang Ruochen’s eyes sharpened. He stepped forward, catching Ao Xinyan to prevent her from falling.
Her face was pale, her aura weak and chaotic, her condition dire.
With a flip of his hand, Zhang Ruochen produced a healing saint pill, feeding it to Ao Xinyan while channeling saint qi to help her refine it.
Ao Xinyan’s face showed regret as she said, “The divine dragon silver armor’s power is too strong, far beyond what I can currently wield. Launching attacks in succession pushed my body to its limit. I can’t sustain it any longer. It’s my fault we missed the chance to kill the Seven Ultimate Killers.”
Little Black materialized, sighing, “I must admit, the Seven Ultimate Killers are formidable. Even my painstakingly crafted Ninth-Grade Formation couldn’t hold them. Such a pity—we were just one step away from wiping them out.”
Given the Seven Ultimate Killers’ renown in the Hell Realm, killing them would have dealt a significant blow to their morale.
Zhang Ruochen probed with his spiritual power but found it could only extend a few hundred miles. The Seven Ultimate Killers, using their trump card, had fled swiftly, already beyond this area.
“No wonder even gods’ divine senses can’t penetrate. True Dragon Island suppresses cultivators’ spiritual power too heavily.”
Zhang Ruochen sighed inwardly, knowing they’d missed the best chance to kill the Seven Ultimate Killers. Yet, his face showed no discouragement as he encouraged, “The Seven Ultimate Killers have many trump cards. Killing them is no easy task. Wounding them gravely is already a remarkable feat.”
A cold glint flashed in the Destiny Corpse Emperor’s eyes as he said, “The Seven Ultimate Killers are still on True Dragon Island. We may yet have a chance to eliminate them.”
Next, the forces of various factions would converge at the Dragon God Temple. There, better opportunities might arise.
Ao Xinyan said seriously, “We can’t linger here. We must hurry to the Dragon God Temple.”
“Can your body hold up?” Zhang Ruochen asked, concern in his eyes.
Ao Xinyan replied, “My injuries aren’t severe. A brief recovery will suffice.”
In such critical times, she didn’t want to delay the group because of her.
Zhang Ruochen and the others landed on the Divine War Corpse’s shoulders, beginning to meditate and recover. Dead Zen Ancestor drove the corpse toward the Dragon God Temple.
“Bang.”
The Divine War Corpse strode forward, each step covering hundreds of miles.
Ao Xinyan sat cross-legged, clearing her mind to heal.
She needed to restore herself to peak condition before reaching the Dragon God Temple, ensuring she wouldn’t be a burden.
True Dragon Island was vast, spanning millions of miles. The Dragon God Temple lay at its center, requiring considerable time to reach.
Along the way, the land was scarred, with traces of past battles everywhere. Pits thousands of zhang wide were commonplace.
Once, numerous Hell Realm titans had jointly attacked True Dragon Island. The Dragon Clan fought desperately, shattering the heavens and earth, dimming the sun and moon. The entire Yin-Yang Sea was nearly devoid of life.
In the end, the Dragon Clan was nearly wiped out, unable to protect the Dragon God Temple, which was shattered.
Had unforeseen events not forced the Hell Realm gods to retreat hastily, the temple’s treasures would likely have been plundered entirely.
As the Dragon Clan’s sacred land, True Dragon Island had once been thriving. Now, it was barren, with blood-stained soil and rocks everywhere, the ground almost crimson, a testament to the brutality of that war.
“The dark aura grows stronger the closer we get to the island’s center. Even after so many years, the power left by the Hell Realm gods hasn’t dissipated.”
A trace of solemnity appeared in Little Black’s eyes.
True Dragon Island’s heaven and earth vital energy was rich, but the lingering dark power from the Hell Realm gods made it unusable.
Even top-tier Saint Kings, absorbing large amounts of this dark-tainted vital energy, would face serious trouble.
The ruined Dragon God Temple likely held even more residual dark divine power, as it was the main battlefield of old.
After considerable effort, Zhang Ruochen’s group finally reached the edge of the Dragon God Temple ruins.
From afar, a majestic, towering structure came into view.
The building was platinum in color, forged from vast amounts of mysterious metal, its surface etched with intricate, mystical patterns that seemed to resonate with all paths.
Sadly, it was incomplete, its upper portion long gone, reduced to broken walls and rubble.
Even so, the remaining structure’s highest point still soared three thousand miles.
“I never imagined the Dragon God Temple would end up like this. I wonder if the Nine Li Clan’s Nine Li God Temple or the Ten Tribulations Heavenly Lord’s Heaven-Passing God Temple still stand, and where they are now?” Little Black sighed.
Since the Medieval War, the Kunlun Realm’s three most renowned temples had vanished, their fates unknown.
Sorrow filled Ao Xinyan’s eyes as she said, “The Dragon God Temple once stood seven thousand two hundred miles tall. Billions of beings in the Kunlun Realm yearned to enter it for pilgrimage and study. It was a time of unparalleled prosperity. But after a catastrophe, the temple shattered, the Dragon Clan perished, and all its glory became history, forgotten by the world.”
With dragon blood in her veins, Ao Xinyan’s emotions ran deeper than the others’.
It was a pity she wasn’t born in the Medieval Era. Otherwise, even at the cost of her life, she would have protected the Dragon God Temple, ensuring the Dragon Clan’s bloodline endured.
Their Dragon-Human Clan, having survived that catastrophe and persisted to this day, was already incredibly fortunate.
The Dragon God Temple ruins were vast, spanning tens of thousands of miles, littered with temple fragments.
Such a wide area, even with the numerous Saint King armies sent by the Hell Realm, ancient civilizations, and Heavenly Dragon Realm, couldn’t be fully explored quickly. The core area was even less accessible.
“The spatial structure here is complex, with numerous spatial fractures filled with destructive forces. Everyone, be extremely cautious,” Zhang Ruochen warned.
At this moment, everyone’s expressions grew solemn. Ahead, they faced not only the threats of the ruins but also those from the Hell Realm, ancient civilizations, and Heavenly Dragon Realm. A single misstep could cost them their lives.
Without delay, Zhang Ruochen’s group swiftly entered the ruins. Dead Zen Ancestor stowed the Divine War Corpse to avoid drawing attention. To ambush their enemies, they needed to remain discreet, never exposing themselves lightly.
