“Breaking the shackles and claiming the Truth Temple’s reward, as the Truth Master said, Zhang Ruochen is truly extraordinary and destined for greatness. Guanghan Realm may rise because of him, congratulations, Moon God.”
“Defeating Yan Wushen and then ascending the Truth Mountain, securing such a prodigy who dazzles through the ages, is truly enviable. It won’t be long before a new god emerges in Guanghan Realm, a cause for celebration!”
At once, many gods spoke, offering congratulations to the Moon God.
Their factions had no grudges with the Moon God or Zhang Ruochen, so the outcome didn’t affect them, they were merely spectators.
The Mandala Flower God stepped forward, appearing near the Moon God, and said, “After 100,000 years, your elegance remains unmatched, Moon God, and your discernment is as keen as ever. With the Truth Temple’s reward, Zhang Ruochen will surely rise, and Guanghan Realm will reclaim its former glory.”
She knew that if Zhang Ruochen hadn’t turned the tide in the Saints’ Merit War, making Guanghan Realm first, it would likely have become a Merit Battlefield, far worse off than Kunlun Realm.
Instead, Guanghan Realm now occupied prime domains, safe from becoming a Merit Battlefield for the foreseeable future.
The Moon God glanced at the Fairy of a Hundred Flowers, then said to the Mandala Flower God, “Your discernment is no less than mine.”
A Nether Ancient Illuminating Lotus that embarked on the path of cultivation held limitless potential, possibly rivaling or surpassing the Mandala Flower God, capable of safeguarding Thousand Pistil Realm for eons.
Even the mightiest gods faced Eon Tribulations, and though some survived ten, they would eventually fall. To keep a great world thriving, new gods must continually emerge.
“Truly remarkable, arguably the greatest ever, but alas, he may fall prematurely, being just a Saint King. Without godhood, one remains an ant,” the Blackheart Demon Lord said coldly.
From the blood-red divine hall, an ancient voice echoed, “When a tree stands out in the forest, the wind will break it. Sometimes, being too exceptional isn’t a good thing.”
These words caused many gods to show surprise.
“The Blackheart Demon Lord and Jia Tianxia dare say anything, aren’t they afraid of angering the Moon God?”
“The Moon God has already declared her intent to protect Zhang Ruochen. Anyone who acts against him will stir a massive storm.”
“The Moon God’s strength has fully recovered, even improved. Not long ago, the old Heavenly Lord of Yanyang Civilization reportedly suffered at her hands.”
“Jia Tianxia’s strength is unfathomable, unafraid of the Moon God, and the Blackheart Demon Lord, backed by Paradise Realm, has few reservations. Given Paradise Realm’s ways, protecting Zhang Ruochen won’t be easy for the Moon God.”
…
For a moment, many gods exchanged secret transmissions.
Neither the formidable Moon God nor the domineering Paradise Realm were to be trifled with, leaving them to watch from the sidelines.
Before the Moon God could respond, the Blackheart Demon Lord spoke again, “I hear Zhang Ruochen, a mere Saint King, was once Empress Chi Yao’s paramour… no, no, I misspoke. Empress, don’t misunderstand, it’s all in the past, it hardly matters now.”
Empress Chi Yao’s gaze turned icy, her body radiating divine light, a chilling killing intent enveloping the Blackheart Demon Lord.
His repeated provocations were intolerable, even for a god’s composure.
Unfazed, the Blackheart Demon Lord continued, “Still, he was once the Empress’s man. Moon God, you’ve taken him in, given him high status as your divine envoy and Guanghan Realm’s fourth titan. Aren’t you afraid of gossip?”
“Perhaps soon, rumors will spread that you stole him from Empress Chi Yao.”
“That could greatly tarnish your reputation, Moon God. Why bother? Why not return Zhang Ruochen to Empress Chi Yao? Her two children need a father, and their family, separated for so long, should reunite.”
The Blackheart Demon Lord spoke freely, without restraint.
His words shifted the expressions of many gods, their gazes darting between the Moon God and Empress Chi Yao, the atmosphere growing tense.
Some gods showed displeasure. The Moon God, the Heavenly Realm’s foremost beauty, pure and untainted, was adored by many, and no one had dared defile her so.
Was the Blackheart Demon Lord trying to spark a divine war?
The Moon God’s face was frosty. A bright moon rose from her, hanging in the sky, emitting a chilling aura that seemed to freeze the entire Truth Heavenly Domain.
Empress Chi Yao’s palm manifested a Chaos Space-Time Lotus, reflecting the heavens, her cold killing intent unmasked.
Sensing their murderous aura, the Blackheart Demon Lord remained unafraid. In the Truth Heavenly Domain, with Paradise Realm gods present, he doubted the Moon God or Empress Chi Yao could harm him.
“Hmph.”
A heavy snort resounded through the space.
The Weak Water armoured giant from the Heavenly River glared at the Blackheart Demon Lord, saying, “Blackheart, how do you wish to die?”
“Bian Zhuang War God, what do you mean?”
A trace of fear crossed the Blackheart Demon Lord’s composed face.
Bian Zhuang War God, guardian of the Heavenly River, held immense authority and unrivaled combat prowess, a top titan of the Heavenly Palace. The word “die” from him signaled deep anger.
With words shaping reality, his utterance of “die” likely meant action.
Though this Weak Water giant was merely Bian Zhuang’s avatar, it pressured the Blackheart Demon Lord, who dared not underestimate it.
“What do I mean? I mean to kill you.”
Bian Zhuang’s avatar raised a palm, and the Tianpeng Bell flew from beyond, landing in his hand.
The Tianpeng Bell, forged from an ancient chaotic great world, was said to span tens of millions of miles, entirely metallic.
With supreme divine power, Bian Zhuang refined that world into a bell named “Tianpeng.”
“Buzz.”
The Tianpeng Bell trembled slightly, its earth-shaking toll resounding.
Instantly, countless Weak Water rivers converged, forming a Heavenly River spanning unknown millions of miles, flowing majestically over the Truth Sea’s sky, then sweeping outward.
The Blackheart Demon Lord’s expression shifted as the river targeted him.
Without thinking, he retreated swiftly.
Yet, no matter his speed, he couldn’t escape the Heavenly River, which sealed all his paths in an instant.
His divine power was suppressed, space compressed, forming a cosmic cage.
With no choice, the Blackheart Demon Lord formed seals, summoning countless rules and vast divine power, creating a circular demonic seal with millions of skulls within.
The seal unleashed towering demonic might, capable of shattering the sky, colliding with the Heavenly River.
“Bang.”
The seal shattered, dissolving into countless rules and demonic qi, swiftly eradicated by the Heavenly River.
Bian Zhuang’s avatar stood atop the river, stepping forward to appear above the Blackheart Demon Lord, striking with a dazzling, star-like fist.
The fist’s unmatched might filled the Blackheart Demon Lord’s vision, its divine authority trembling his heart.
“Bian Zhuang War God, you…”
The Blackheart Demon Lord’s pupils constricted, hastily defending.
Facing the legendary Bian Zhuang War God, he dared not be careless, unleashing all his divine power to form his strongest defense.
To his horror, his defense crumbled like paper before Bian Zhuang’s fist.
“Bang.”
Bian Zhuang’s fist struck the Blackheart Demon Lord’s chest squarely.
“Pfft.”
Spitting divine blood, the Blackheart Demon Lord flew back, crashing into a Weak Water barrier.
Before he could recover, Bian Zhuang closed in, swinging the Tianpeng Bell at his head.
The bell fell like a metallic chaotic great world, smashing into the Blackheart Demon Lord’s head.
Having survived an Eon Tribulation, the Blackheart Demon Lord was no weakling, but against Bian Zhuang, he was powerless.
“Boom.”
His divine body broke, his head split, divine blood splattering the sky.
His radiant divine body plummeted, crashing into a pit dozens of miles wide by the Truth Sea, shaking the entire Truth Heavenly Domain.
His head’s divine bones nearly shattered, he lay in the pit, unable to rise.
Bian Zhuang, holding the Tianpeng Bell, descended, pinning the Blackheart Demon Lord underfoot, roaring, “Damn it, what are you? Surviving one Eon Tribulation makes you special? Daring to defile the Moon God, are you tired of living? Don’t you know the Moon God’s connection to this War God?”
“Don’t talk nonsense,” the Moon God said coldly.
Bian Zhuang looked up, grinning at her, “Don’t be angry, please, I got carried away by his insolence, my fault.”
The Moon God averted her gaze, ignoring him.
Bian Zhuang stomped hard on the Blackheart Demon Lord’s back, nearly piercing his body, saying, “Defiling a god is a capital crime, defiling the Moon God is a thousandfold worse.”
“You…”
Initially, the Blackheart Demon Lord didn’t believe his strength couldn’t match Bian Zhuang’s avatar, nor that Bian Zhuang would dare kill him in the Heavenly Realm.
But he underestimated the Moon God’s importance to Bian Zhuang.
And Bian Zhuang’s combat prowess.
Killing a god, especially one who survived an Eon Tribulation, was hard, but Bian Zhuang clearly had the power to slay gods. Even if he killed him now, the Heavenly Palace might not intervene.
For the first time, the Blackheart Demon Lord felt death was near.
“Knowing Bian Zhuang War God is present, yet daring to spout nonsense, truly foolish.”
Many gods shared this thought.
Bian Zhuang’s love for the Moon God was well-known, a key reason few dared provoke her, alongside her own strength.
When the Moon God Mountain erupted in divine war, causing a massive uproar, Bian Zhuang intervened, quelling it.
He clearly favored the Moon God, yet other gods dared not object.
“Bian Zhuang War God, you’ve gone too far.”
A displeased voice came from the blood-red divine hall.
The Blackheart Demon Lord was part of Paradise Realm’s faction, and his divine body’s destruction humiliated them, especially with so many gods and Saint Realm cultivators watching.
The Saint Realm cultivators by the Truth Sea were stunned, unable to believe their eyes.
“What’s happening? Gods fighting in the Truth Heavenly Domain?”
“That’s the Blackheart Demon Lord of Black Demon Realm, and a god wants to slay him. Am I seeing this right?”
“A god who survived an Eon Tribulation, yet powerless, who is that god?”
“Silence, that’s Bian Zhuang War God, guardian of the Heavenly River. Provoking him, the Blackheart Demon Lord is in deep trouble, he might really…”
The Truth Master’s words were heard only by gods, so the Saint Realm cultivators were clueless about the cause.
A god fighting in the Truth Heavenly Domain was a major event.
Surprisingly, despite the Blackheart Demon Lord’s pitiable state, no one from the Truth Temple intervened.
On the Truth Mountain, the Truth Master glanced at the shore, a faint smile in her eyes, “After all these years, Bian Zhuang hasn’t changed. When it comes to the Moon God, he spares no one’s face.”
She knew Bian Zhuang’s ways well. Besides guarding the Heavenly River, the Moon God was likely the only thing he cared about.
When the Moon God vanished in Kunlun Realm, Bian Zhuang stormed the Infernal Realm alone, his killing aura staining a star domain red.
His presence in the Truth Heavenly Domain was clearly due to the Moon God’s arrival.
His domineering actions weren’t mindless violence.
Knowing Guanghan Realm and the Moon God were in the spotlight because of Zhang Ruochen, he acted forcefully to warn the gods: any defilement or threat to the Moon God would mean death.
Even in the Heavenly Realm, in the Truth Heavenly Domain, he would kill without hesitation.
Bian Zhuang turned, gazing at the blood-red divine hall, saying coldly, “Too far? You’re not qualified to judge my actions. Go cool off somewhere, don’t be an eyesore.”
He stomped the Blackheart Demon Lord several times, the sound of divine bones cracking audible to all.
“Crawl to the Moon God and kneel in apology, or I’ll really kill you.”
With a kick, Bian Zhuang sent the Blackheart Demon Lord flying.
Disheveled and wretched, the Blackheart Demon Lord summoned divine power to support his broken body, struggling to stand, roaring, “Bian Zhuang, you’ve gone too far!”
Crazed with fury, he seethed. Today’s events would be a lifelong stain, never had he been so humiliated since becoming a god.
“Blackheart ant, daring to shout before me,” Bian Zhuang’s eyes were icy, pointing at him, a terrifying killing intent emanating.
The gods showed surprise, only Bian Zhuang War God could be so domineering, treating gods like ants.
The Blackheart Demon Lord’s spirit trembled, calming slightly, a strong sense of crisis rising.
“Buzz.”
A powerful divine aura erupted from the blood-red divine hall, spawning thick blood clouds covering the sky.
“Bian Zhuang War God, know when to stop, don’t overdo it,” an angry voice came from the hall.
Bian Zhuang’s avatar stood atop the Weak Water Heavenly River, hands behind his back, gazing disdainfully at the hall, saying boldly, “Jia Tianxia, think you’re somebody? Yapping in my ear, if you’re not convinced, fight me. If you can defeat my avatar, I’ll never leave the Heavenly River again.”
“If you lack the guts, stay holed up in your Blood War Divine Hall, I can’t be bothered with you.”
Jia Tianxia fumed, “Bian Zhuang, you’re too arrogant, think I fear you?”
Who was he?
The founder of the Blood War Divine Hall, a mighty ancient god wielding Mysteries, never belittled so.
Defeat him with an avatar?
Utter delusion, even for the peerless War God of the Heavenly River.
The gods exchanged glances, stunned at the escalation. Silent for 100,000 years, was Bian Zhuang War God reclaiming his divine might?
He was the foremost of the Heavenly Palace’s nine War Gods 100,000 years ago.
How formidable was his cultivation now?
To suppress Jia Tianxia with an avatar?
