The 999 avatars dissipated, merging back into Extreme Dark Yama Qi, absorbed by Yan Wushen.
“Fusing a god’s leg—remarkable physique. But it’s not your power. How many times can you use it?” Yan Wushen said with a faint smile.
As an Origin Controller, like Qianxing Heavenly Maiden, Yan Wushen’s Origin Divine Eyes, even sharper, saw through Zhang Ruochen’s left leg.
Standing atop the magma lake, wreathed in blazing divine fire, Zhang Ruochen’s battle spirit soared, resembling a flame war god. “Try me and find out,” he said calmly.
Yan God’s Leg was a trump card, but Zhang Ruochen didn’t rely on it to fight Yan Wushen.
“Bold. Good. I hope you entertain me longer,” Yan Wushen laughed.
With a wave, molten magma surged, engulfing Zhang Ruochen.
Incredibly, the magma solidified into a ten-thousand-zhang metal mountain, compressing tightly. Its crushing force could pulverize an Immortal Saint Body.
At its core, a mere zhang-wide space held Zhang Ruochen, shrinking unstably, on the verge of collapse.
“Compared to Yu Chenjing, Yan Wushen’s Origin mastery is far superior,” Zhang Ruochen thought.
Feeling the intensifying pressure, he drew Shen Yuan Ancient Sword, entering man-sword unity, moving deceptively slow.
Crystal-clear flower buds appeared, each containing a vast sword world, like independent space-times spanning past and future.
At Zhang Ruochen’s will, the buds bloomed, unleashing billions of sharp sword qi, with countless time and space fragments.
“Boom.”
The metal mountain shattered instantly.
Zhang Ruochen shifted, slashing a cross-shaped sword beam.
This was perfected Sword Ten, a top-tier Immortal high-grade saint technique. Amplified by Truth Rules, its power surged ninefold.
Though Ling Feiyu’s insights covered only Sword Ten’s first four layers, Zhang Ruochen’s sword talent unlocked the fifth, mastering it.
His swordsmanship now surpassed the Burial Heaven Sword Lineage’s Great Saint founder.
Only foes like Yan Wushen warranted Sword Ten.
Seeing the cross beam, Yan Wushen’s eyes grew serious. Origin rules surged, forming an invisible particle stream.
A zhang from Yan Wushen, the beam disintegrated under Origin force.
But a unique spatial mark emerged, immune to Origin power.
Abruptly, Zhang Ruochen appeared at the mark, slashing at Yan Wushen.
He’d calculated everything—the prior attack was to close the distance.
With a flash, Yan Wushen’s head flew off.
Yet Zhang Ruochen’s pupils constricted. No blood flowed.
Eerily, another Yan Wushen appeared behind him, punching toward his head.
Zhang Ruochen spun, blocking with Shen Yuan.
“Clang.”
The punch, like a star falling, was unstoppable. Despite the sword, Zhang Ruochen was sent flying like a meteor.
Over a thousand li later, he stabilized, coughing blood.
Yan Wushen’s attack, though mitigated by Shen Yuan and Fire God Armor, jarred his un-immortalized organs.
Zhang Ruochen’s gaze grew grave. “Creating an Origin avatar instantly and teleporting behind me—such spatial and Origin mastery.”
Ordinary qi or blood avatars would’ve been detected, but Yan Wushen’s Origin skills were flawless.
Among all foes, Yan Wushen’s tactics and combat sense were the most formidable.
In that moment, anyone else, even an Immortal Great Saint, might’ve died.
“Quick reflexes. Take another punch,” Yan Wushen said, appearing before Zhang Ruochen.
Undaunted, Zhang Ruochen countered with time swordsmanship.
Time forces made his sword strike first, time marks enveloping Yan Wushen.
As a rare dual Eternal Path Controller, Yan Wushen wielded space and Origin adeptly, even combining them.
But Zhang Ruochen, also a dual Controller of time and space, matched him, time’s mysteries rivaling Origin.
Their battle raged, shifting from Luoshui.
Other cultivators watched from afar,不敢靠近, except Ming Yao and Ming Buddha, trailing closely.
They believed Zhang Ruochen’s defeat was certain, following to prevent his escape.
The fight devastated the land, shattering space, scorching earth, extinguishing life.
Fortunately, the region was uninhabited, avoiding catastrophic losses.
Zhang Ruochen grew fiercer, holding his own, his earlier injury healed by Seven-Star Divine Ling’s sun.
Yan Wushen studied him, saying gravely, “Zhang Ruochen, your strength exceeds my expectations. You’re worthy of dying by the Yama Clan’s secret technique.”
Darkness enveloped the heavens.
A strange mark on Yan Wushen’s forehead glowed, stirring the region’s rules and sacred qi, converging from all directions.
Nearly a hundred million robust saint rules poured from him, rivaling an Immortal Great Saint’s.
Centered on the mark, the rules wove a sinister world, expanding with rules and qi, growing vast.
Like a black hole, it exuded Infernal aura, with billions of ghostly wails, chilling the soul.
An invisible world pressure spread, nearly engulfing the Eastern Domain.
“Such a terrifying technique. Can a Saint King wield this?” a cultivator gasped.
“Yan Wushen’s too strong. Zhang Ruochen can’t break his invincible myth.”
“Zhang Ruochen lacks time and foundation. Given more, Yan Wushen might not win.”
“I hope Zhang Ruochen survives. Who else can match Yan Wushen?”
“Unlikely. Ming Yao and Ming Buddha are poised to ensure his death.”
The sinister world’s aura terrified Celestial cultivators.
Fairy Tianchu, her third eye glowing, gazed at the expanding world, worry creasing her brow.
She wanted to help but lacked the strength. Despite Luoshen’s inheritance, her cultivation wasn’t peak-level.
“Unless… I use that. But…” she hesitated.
The item was critical, its use potentially catastrophic for Tianchu Civilization.
Ming Yao sneered, “Yan Wushen’s using ‘Yama Hell.’ Zhang Ruochen’s doomed without our help.”
“Only dual space-Origin Controllers can master ‘Yama Hell,’ a supreme Yama technique. Few have succeeded. Even our furnace can’t counter it,” Ming Buddha said gravely.
Fearing ‘Yama Hell,’ they retreated further.
Zhang Ruochen’s expression hardened, staring at the ten-thousand-li-wide sinister world.
Space had solidified, preventing even his teleportation.
Yan Wushen gazed coldly. “It ends here.”
With a wave, ‘Yama Hell’ surged toward Zhang Ruochen.
Its force drew a dozen asteroids from space, all devoured into dust.
Zhang Ruochen exhaled, producing the Sundial, its ancient aura radiating profound charm.
Without reserve, he poured sacred qi and 63 time rules into it, activating Truth Mystery.
Running the *Nine Heavens Bright Emperor Scripture*, he drew divine essence from Seven-Star Divine Ling’s sun, channeling it into the Sundial.
A cyan glow enveloped the Sundial, releasing countless light points, forming a cyan beam against ‘Yama Hell.’
The beam disrupted time, twisting space-time, causing destructive collapse.
With deeper time mastery and Sundial insights, Zhang Ruochen could now use it offensively, not just for cultivation.
A primordial human treasure, the Sundial could destroy a great world if fully activated.
Zhang Ruochen’s time mastery tapped only a fraction of its power, but it was formidable.
“Boom.”
‘Yama Hell’ shattered, unleashing devastating force.
“Trouble.”
Ming Yao and Ming Buddha, alarmed, deployed the Nether Ancient Curse Furnace to shield themselves.
The force reached Luoshui, raising massive waves.
Mountains within tens of thousands of li were leveled, barren.
The epicenter held a ten-thousand-li-wide, three-thousand-zhang-deep crater, like a planetary impact.
Cultivators hovered, peering into the crater.
“Who won?”
All awaited the outcome.
Fairy Tianchu, on golden mist, looked anxiously.
In the crater, chaotic energy lingered. Two figures stood a hundred li apart.
Zhang Ruochen, holding the Sundial, stood spear-straight, eyes like lightning, facing Yan Wushen.
Yan Wushen, his forehead mark dim, evil aura faded, stood tall.
Suddenly, Yan Wushen staggered, spitting blood, his vitality waning.
“Impossible! Yan Wushen lost!” Ming Yao gasped.
Ming Buddha stared, stunned.
“He did it! Zhang Ruochen broke Yan Wushen’s invincible myth!” cultivators exclaimed, minds reeling.
Yan Wushen wiped his blood, eyeing Zhang Ruochen. “Heh… I didn’t expect a peer like you. You relied on that time treasure, but wounding me is impressive. Soon, we’ll fight again to settle this.”
He shattered space, departing as he came.
Zhang Ruochen watched silently, not interfering.
As the space mended, a bloodied figure fell—Jiang Yunchong.
Yan Wushen’s decision to leave him surprised Zhang Ruochen.
“Go!”
Ming Yao and Ming Buddha, shocked by Zhang Ruochen’s time treasure, fled.
If Yan Wushen retreated, what chance had they?
Henceforth, Zhang Ruochen would be the synonym for invincible below Great Saint. This battle would shake the Celestial and Infernal Realms.
