To cast a curse on an individual, one needs something from their body, such as a drop of blood, a strand of hair, or clothing they’ve worn.
Without these, cursing an enemy requires locking onto them with mental strength or a gaze.
If the target cannot be locked, the curse’s power is greatly diminished.
For instance, Yan Wushen used Buddhist light to easily purify the curse that invaded his body earlier.
Wujiang’s mental strength surpasses all cultivators in the Hunting Heaven Battlefield. No one can match him. Despite Zhang Ruochen shifting over twenty times, he couldn’t escape Wujiang’s mental lock.
In the end, Wujiang cast the Heart-Stopping Curse while also using the Nether Light Curse, completely trapping Zhang Ruochen.
“What a sinister curse.”
Standing within a ring of ink-green nether light, Zhang Ruochen remained calm, though his heart had stopped beating.
No matter how resistant his body was to curses, it couldn’t withstand such powerful curse energy.
His body temperature plummeted to freezing.
His blood flow slowed.
Most terrifyingly, his heart lost sensation, as if frozen in ice or turned to stone. Even with his sixty-fifth-order mental strength, he couldn’t protect it.
“Many deities from the Infernal Realm are likely watching me. If I use the Heart of Truth, it’ll surely be exposed.”
Using the Heart of Truth, Zhang Ruochen was confident he could break the Heart-Stopping Curse.
But he dared not use it directly.
He could also retreat into the purple-gold gourd and use supreme power to resist the Heart-Stopping Curse somewhat. However, doing so would preserve his life but mean abandoning the Hunting Heaven Battle, trapping himself.
In a fleeting moment, Zhang Ruochen considered several strategies, rejecting each one.
“Only one way left!”
Zhang Ruochen’s eyes sharpened. He released the million-fold masculine energy he had been suppressing, and the divine flames of the Pure Extinction Divine Fire and Flame God Leg surged violently.
His body turned crimson in an instant.
“Thump, thump.”
His heart resumed beating.
Engulfed in divine flames, Zhang Ruochen’s eyes became fiery orbs, slightly distorting the ink-green nether light trapping him.
“Blood Mill Ashes.”
A blood-red millstone gradually formed above his head.
Starlight from the Truth Realm Form radiated around him, pushing back the nether light and continuously feeding into the blood-red millstone. The millstone’s aura of destruction grew stronger.
Wujiang’s expression hardened, transmitting to the 132 Nether Clan Great Saints, “Zhang Ruochen is using Blood Absolute War God’s signature technique from his Great Saint days, Blood Mill Ashes. He’s infused it with the Path of Truth, likely aiming for tenfold attack power.”
“All who can manifest the Gate of Destiny, mobilize destiny’s power to suppress Zhang Ruochen.”
“Zang Wen Tian, Zang Wen Hai, Wu Ji Great Saint… you ten, enter my Netherworld Kingdom to form the Ten Directions Netherworld Array.”
At Wujiang’s feet, the eerie Netherworld Kingdom materialized, spanning hundreds of miles. Within it were bone demon mountains, blood-red lakes, grand阴城s, and other terrifying sights.
On the Nether Clan’s home star, half of Wujiang’s gained opportunities were tied to the Netherworld Kingdom, doubling its power.
Given more time, Wujiang was confident he could evolve the Netherworld Kingdom further, reaping boundless benefits even after achieving divinity.
Ten Hundred Shackles Realm Nether Clan Great Saints rushed to the ten directions of the Netherworld Kingdom, preparing to form the array.
Once completed, even Zhang Ruochen’s tenfold attack power couldn’t breach the Netherworld Kingdom’s defense.
“Amitabha! The opportunity has finally come!”
The Great Saint Heavenly Slave Dao Yuan used the “Rock Secret Technique,” turning his body into a fragment of a star, floating in space, ready to ambush Zhang Ruochen.
However, Zhang Ruochen’s mastery of the Path of Space made finding an opportunity difficult.
As Wujiang focused entirely on controlling the Heart-Stopping Curse, Nether Light Curse, and Netherworld Kingdom, he suddenly sensed a star fragment hurtling towards him.
“Hm? A rock? No, something’s wrong.”
Wujiang’s face changed, shouting, “Ambusher! Be careful!”
“Haha! Too late. Dust to dust, earth to earth, all vanishes.”
The star fragment transformed into Dao Yuan, bald head, round face, emitting radiant golden light, his body cracking inch by inch.
“Boom!”
He detonated his Saint Source.
The ten Hundred Shackles Realm Great Saints forming the array were at the epicenter, instantly reduced to ten clouds of blood mist, leaving only fragments of Great Saint bones flying outward.
Dao Yuan, a Hundred Shackles Realm Great Saint, unleashed devastating destructive force, surging towards Wujiang and the hundred-plus Nether Clan Great Saints.
Wujiang gritted his teeth, trembling with rage.
Had he not been fully focused on Zhang Ruochen, a mere Heavenly Slave wouldn’t have had the chance to detonate their Saint Source before him.
The loss of ten Hundred Shackles Realm Nether Clan Great Saints was immense. In the eyes of the Nether Clan deities, Wujiang would bear full responsibility.
Taking a deep breath, Wujiang pressed his palm forward.
“Swish—”
A circular nether light formed before the Myriad Curses Heavenly Pearl, like a shield, blocking the surging destructive force.
Zhang Ruochen was slightly surprised, not expecting such a turn of events.
Dao Yuan had intended to ambush Zhang Ruochen but saw over a hundred Nether Clan Great Saints gathered, completely unguarded, ripe for annihilation.
Thus, he changed his strategy.
What was the point of dying with Zhang Ruochen alone?
Killing over a hundred Infernal Realm Great Saints at once was far more satisfying.
“What an opportunity.”
“Bang!”
Zhang Ruochen shattered the Nether Light Curse, unleashing the tenfold-powered Blood Mill Ashes, piercing through the destructive force from Dao Yuan’s explosion, striking the circular nether light shield before Wujiang.
“Damn it!”
Seeing the blood-red millstone, larger than a mountain, Wujiang’s heart sank.
A brilliant wave of destruction spread, shattering the nether light shield. Wujiang and the hundred-plus Nether Clan Great Saints were thrown back, all severely injured.
“Ultimately… defeated…”
Wujiang’s body was even more broken, and his mental strength suffered backlash from the Myriad Curses Heavenly Pearl, sustaining some damage.
“Slash!”
Zhang Ruochen pursued, slashing out a spatial rift.
Wujiang barely raised the Myriad Curses Heavenly Pearl to block it.
“Slash!”
“Slash again!”
…
Wave after wave of spatial force descended. Wujiang could no longer hold on, falling into the shattered space, surrounded by nothingness and darkness.
Zhang Ruochen reached out, grabbing the fleeing Myriad Curses Heavenly Pearl, swiftly sealing it.
Another supreme sacred artifact acquired.
In an instant, space returned to normal.
Zhang Ruochen felt a slight regret, unable to kill Wujiang.
At the level of Wujiang, Yan Huangtu, and their ilk, with their extraordinary talents, defeating them was easy, but killing them was immensely difficult.
Earlier, Zhang Ruochen’s obsession with killing Wujiang had put him in danger. This time, he acted decisively, sending Wujiang into the void space, removing him from the battlefield.
More important tasks awaited.
“Killing Great Saint Yan Hong, defeating Yan Huangtu and Wujiang, Zhang Ruochen’s arrogance is boundless.”
“In the entire Hunting Heaven Battlefield, perhaps only Que can match him!”
“Have you forgotten Yan Wushen? He’s also a Yuanhui-level genius, no weaker than Zhang Ruochen.”
…
Across the Infernal Realm, countless cultivators discussed Zhang Ruochen.
They also mentioned Que, Lan Ying, Yan Wushen, and even Luo Sheng Tian. But the defeated Yan Huangtu and Wujiang were rarely brought up.
Losers were destined to be mere foils, fading into obscurity.
Yan Wushen’s gaze was deep, saying, “You never used Saint Intent against Wujiang. Is it because your Saint Intent has reached a higher grade, and you can’t perfectly integrate it with Saint Techniques?”
To convert Saint Intent into combat power, it must be combined with Saint Techniques.
This integration requires extensive practice and refinement to achieve perfection.
Engulfed in flames, Zhang Ruochen’s fighting spirit surged. He gave Yan Wushen a noncommittal smile, vanishing from the spot.
When he reappeared, he was hundreds of miles away.
Using Greater Spatial Shift repeatedly, he sped towards the White Jade Divine Tree.
At the edge of the White Jade Divine Tree, over thirty Dead Clan Great Saints attacked Zhang Ruochen with their Kingly Sacred Artifacts.
“Out of my way.”
Zhang Ruochen summoned the Seven-Star Ghost Lotus, transforming it into seven ghost lotus petals, slicing all the Kingly Sacred Artifacts away. Half of them were cracked, rendered nearly useless.
Before a supreme sacred artifact, Kingly Sacred Artifacts were no match.
Then, Zhang Ruochen formed a divine fire handprint, using Dragon-Elephant Prajna Palm, sending the thirty-plus Dead Clan Great Saints flying. The Pure Extinction Divine Fire ignited their immortal saint bodies.
“It’s Emperor Flame-level Pure Extinction Divine Fire! Expel it quickly, or we’ll be reduced to ashes,” a Dead Clan Great Saint cried.
Zhang Ruochen ignored them, rushing into the White Jade Divine Tree.
…
Seventh Dark Star.
Luo Ji stood suspended in the darkness, gazing at the Seventh Dark Star, saying, “Have you found anything? Where are the Yama Clan and Upper Three Clans’ cultivators hiding?”
A Great Saint-level Rakshasa female stood behind her, nervous, bowing, “I… couldn’t find them. They’re hidden too well.”
“How can there be no trace at all?”
Luo Ji grew more uneasy, adding, “What’s the situation on the Seventh Dark Star now?”
Another Rakshasa Clan Great Saint said, “All the Great Saint Heavenly Slaves are still gathered on the star.”
Luo Ji asked, “All of them?”
“With six clans’ Great Saints surrounding them, how could they escape?” the Rakshasa cultivator laughed.
Luo Ji pondered, shaking her head, “No, something’s wrong.”
“Your Highness, what’s wrong?” Blade Hell Emperor asked.
Luo Ji said, “The final day is already partly over. How can the Yama Clan and Upper Three Clans remain so calm, showing no action? That’s the first issue.”
“Second, the Great Saint Heavenly Slaves’ saint energy is nearly depleted. Why stay on the Seventh Dark Star to die?”
“There’s definitely a problem. Investigate again.”
The Rakshasa and Immortal Blood Clan Great Saints exchanged glances, smiling, thinking Luo Ji’s concerns were unnecessary.
A soft, enchanting voice came from the darkness, “No need to investigate. The Yama Clan, Upper Three Clans, and the Heavenly Slaves on the Seventh Dark Star have already left.”
Mo Yin’s alluring figure gracefully emerged, landing before the group.
“Impossible. I just scouted closely, and all the Great Saint Heavenly Slaves are still on the Seventh Dark Star,” the Great Saint who reported to Luo Ji said firmly.
“If all the Great Saint Heavenly Slaves, Upper Three Clans, and Yama Clan left, how could we not notice?”
Most Great Saints present showed disbelief.
Hearing Mo Yin’s words, Luo Ji’s face turned grim.
Mo Yin glared at the Rakshasa Great Saint who spoke, sneering, “What you saw was just their illusion, meant to keep us at the Seventh Dark Star. The Rakshasa Clan produced such a fool, wasting so much of our time. Do you know you’ve committed a capital offense?”
The Rakshasa Great Saint paled, legs trembling, stepping back.
Fearing danger, he hadn’t dared get too close to the Seventh Dark Star during his scout, naturally failing to see through the illusion.
If his mistake caused the Immortal Blood Clan and Rakshasa Clan to lose in the Hunting Heaven Battlefield, the consequences would be severe, likely a death sentence.
Luo Ji disliked Mo Yin but asked patiently, “What’s the situation?”
Mo Yin said, “I visited the Seventh Dark Star and broke the illusion. Two spatial teleportation arrays were left on the ground. The smaller one was destroyed. The larger one is highly complex, unlike any spatial teleportation array Master has set up, and I don’t know where it leads.”
Luo Ji frowned, murmuring, “Setting up a spatial teleportation array on the Dark Star… I understand. It must be Yan Wushen. It can only be him!”
In an instant, Luo Ji pieced together the event, concluding, “If I’m not mistaken, Yan Wushen is setting the stage for the final act of the Hunting Heaven Battlefield. They must have gone to the Immortal Blood Clan’s home star. Yes, that’s it.”
She took out the diamond-shaped lens, noting the points hadn’t changed much since yesterday.
“Crack!”
She crushed the lens.
“The Myriad Realms Divine Eye must be doing this on purpose, testing our intelligence in this final struggle, not giving us any hints through the points.” Luo Ji gritted her teeth, her chest heaving with anger.
All her life, she had toyed with others.
She never expected to be outplayed by Yan Wushen today.
The Immortal Blood Clan cultivators felt their scalps tingle, unable to imagine the consequences.
Could the Nine-Step Saint Kings and few Great Saints on their home star withstand the Great Saint legions of the Upper Three Clans and Yama Clan? The situation had deteriorated to an unknown degree.
Blade Hell Emperor’s expression shifted multiple times, saying, “Let’s go back now. There’s still time.”
“There must be time. Zhang Ruochen is on the home star. If he wants to leave, no army can stop him. As long as he escapes with some clan members, our points won’t be halved,” Yi Xuan Great Saint said shakily.
With the Great Saints of four clans, plus top powerhouses like Yan Huangtu, Yan Wushen, and Wujiang, no one present believed Zhang Ruochen could escape.
A defeat on the final day seemed inevitable.
The hearts of all Immortal Blood Clan Great Saints were filled with anger, despair, and unrelenting frustration.
Luo Ji called out, “Where are you going?”
“None of your business.”
Blade Hell Emperor, anxious, didn’t bother explaining to her.
At the edge of the Seventh Dark Star, the Immortal Blood Clan had a secret spatial teleportation array, which they wouldn’t reveal to Luo Ji. However, reaching it from here would take several hours.
Unfortunately, the spatial teleportation array on the Dark Star was unlike ordinary ones. Only Yan Wushen could activate it.
Even with Mo Yin’s spatial mastery, she couldn’t start it.
Luo Ji calmed down, her beauty shimmering with an odd light, saying, “If the Immortal Blood Clan still wants to vie for first among the ten clans, you’d better hear my suggestion. Besides, there’s a spatial teleportation array on the Dark Star. Why take the long way?”
