Void space, no matter, no sound, no light or darkness.
The Communication God, Wen Tong, was fleeing rapidly through the void space, his speed as fast as flowing light, his divine energy transforming into a long river, covering ten thousand li in a single step, his heart filled with both shock and fear.
How many years had passed, yet he had never been as dishevelled as he was today, reduced to mere flight for his life.
However, the divine realm world of the Five Purity Sect was boundless and infinite, like a shadow of death, always enveloping him, impossible to escape. As long as he could not flee from the divine realm world, he could not send out any message, which meant he had not truly escaped the grasp of the Five Purity Sect.
Even when the Heavenly Court and Hell clashed with the heavens and earth turned upside down ten thousand years ago, the Communication God had not felt fear like he did today.
“Five Purity Sect, what exactly do you intend to do?” The Communication God shouted loudly, his gaze stern.
“To kill you, does it require a reason?”
The Five Purity Sect was pursuing from behind, his divine body enormously vast, countless rule divine patterns interwoven into the form of heaven and earth, wrapping around the Communication God who was burning his lifespan to flee ahead.
Wherever his divine sense could reach, the divine realm world could arrive.
“You must not bully a man too much, if we truly fight to the death, the outcome is still uncertain.”
The Communication God’s gaze turned ruthless, blood-red, his heart filled with boundless anger, strongly suspecting that Yan Zhexian’s appearance in the Communication Divine Hall was the doing of the Five Purity Sect.
The Five Purity Sect wanted to provoke a conflict between the Nether Hall and the Yan Clan of the Outer Heavens.
He, Wen Tong, had no grudge or enmity with the Five Purity Sect, yet he had ended up with his family destroyed and people dead, how could he not be angry?
“Cloud Method, Rain Secret Art.”
While fleeing rapidly, the Communication God shouted these words from his mouth.
In the originally empty void space, suddenly, a cloud layer three thousand li long appeared. Within the clouds, death qi was dense, condensing into liquid raindrops.
The raindrops were like swords, densely packed, flying towards the Five Purity Sect behind.
The speed of the Five Purity Sect did not slow even for an instant because of this.
Those raindrops capable of piercing stars landed on his body and instantly exploded, turning into mist.
“Ancestor of the Nether Gods.”
Within the three thousand li cloud layer, the figure of the Nether Ancestor condensed, pitch-black and lightless, sacred and majestic, as tall as the divine body of the Five Purity Sect, fiercely launching a punch attack.
This figure of the Nether Ancestor was summoned by the Communication God using a forbidden technique at the cost of ten thousand years of lifespan, the aura it burst forth causing even the face of the Five Purity Sect to reveal a trace of seriousness.
It truly possessed the might of the Nether Clan.
“The Nether Ancestor is worthy of respect, but unfortunately, your cultivation is insufficient, unable to condense enough power, posing no threat to me at all.”
The Five Purity Sect struck out the Yama Chaos World Seal, filling the sky with ancestral scripts appearing, like millions of stars suspended in the void space, bombarding the Nether Ancestor, shattering it into four fragments.
One strike to break it.
The three thousand li cloud layer dispersed accordingly.
The Five Purity Sect rushed out from the clouds, yet furrowed his brows.
Only to see that the Communication God had already escaped from his divine realm world, standing in a purple Nether River.
Although he had broken free, the Communication God could not laugh, the injuries he had suffered today were far too severe, especially the consumption of lifespan, which could not be compensated at all.
He did not even know where exactly he had offended the Five Purity Sect.
“Five Purity Sect, no matter what you are plotting, from the moment this seat escaped your divine realm world, all your schemes will come to nothing.”
The Communication God continued, “This seat will firmly remember today’s enmity, and on another day, I will surely slaughter billions of your Yama Clan people to vent the hatred in my heart.”
The Five Purity Sect looked at him calmly, without making a move.
“Crash.”
The Nether River tore through space, connecting the void and reality.
As long as he returned to the real space, the Lord of the Nether Hall would instantly sense his aura, and at that time, if the Five Purity Sect continued to pursue and kill, then he would have to bear the wrath of the Lord of the Nether Hall.
Only at this moment did the Communication God finally laugh out loud.
He laughed because, in the end, the Five Purity Sect could not kill him. And in the future, he would become the nightmare of the Five Purity Sect, the catastrophe of the Yama Clan.
To form an enmity with a great god would inevitably require paying a painful price.
But just as the Communication God was about to return to the real space, he looked up and saw a divine halberd thrusting straight down. The divine halberd contained incomparable divine power, penetrating time and space.
“No…”
The Communication God gritted his teeth, roared loudly, mustering all his strength to meet it head-on.
“Boom.”
The divine halberd was invincible, piercing through his divine realm world and all his defences on his body.
The divine body exploded, turning into a mist of blood.
The tip of the divine halberd nailed into the divine source, standing amidst the blood mist.
Every time the blood mist tried to recongeal, it was shattered by the power erupting from the divine halberd.
The divine body could not reform, instead being continuously eroded by the power of the void.
Amidst the blood mist, the terrified voices of the Communication God rang out one after another: “Mighty Heaven War God, all of this is the conspiracy of the Five Purity Sect, it has nothing to do with this seat. From the moment Yan Zhexian was sent to the Communication Divine Hall, the conspiracy had already begun.”
The Mighty Heaven War God stood at the top of the divine halberd, arms crossed over his chest, cloak billowing behind, completely ignoring the voice of the Communication God, his tiger-like eyes locking gazes with the distant Five Purity Sect.
The Five Purity Sect flicked his sleeve, and boundless divine fire surged from it, setting the blood mist of the Communication God ablaze.
In the void, a vast fiery plain appeared.
The angry curses of the Communication God continuously echoed, but the Five Purity Sect and the Mighty Heaven War God turned a deaf ear.
In their eyes, there was only each other.
Until the Communication God was completely refined by the fire, leaving only a divine source, did the Five Purity Sect turn and leave, remaining silent from beginning to end.
The Mighty Heaven War God finally spoke, saying, “Old Five, why kill Wen Tong? This turmoil, was it really created by you?”
The Five Purity Sect did not turn around, and rarely explained, saying, “If it was created by me, so what, does the War God intend to offer some guidance?”
“Being of the same clan, why must it come to this?” The Mighty Heaven War God said.
A trace of mocking colour appeared in the eyes of the Five Purity Sect, then quickly returned to coldness, saying, “It is not I who wants it to come to this, it is Yan Renhuan. Go back and tell him, as long as I am still alive, I will certainly investigate the matters of that year clearly.”
“The Heavenly Court and Hell are at war once more, cosmic turmoil is gradually rising, the Yama Clan should not be divided.” The Mighty Heaven War God said.
The Five Purity Sect said, “The battle of heaven and earth is a fight to the death. Is this not exactly what Yan Renhuan desires?”
“The clan leader said, as long as you return, the position of the next clan leader will be yours.” The Mighty Heaven War God said.
“Different paths, no need to conspire together.”
The Five Purity Sect waved his hand and gradually departed into the distance.
The Mighty Heaven War God closed his eyes tightly, almost wanting to strike, but in the end, he restrained himself, the feelings from childhood to adulthood making him unable to swing the divine halberd at the Five Purity Sect.
Even the iron-blooded War God had moments of tenderness.
“The Nether Hall will never let this rest.”
The Mighty Heaven War God shouted this from afar, then, with the divine halberd, shattered the divine source of the Communication God. The cracked divine source turned into individual fireballs, burning to exhaustion in the void space.
…
In the starry sky where the Nether Hall was located, stars shone brilliantly, with numerous star soul divine seats distributed.
Suddenly, the star soul divine seat of the Communication God dimmed.
“A great god has fallen, the entire clan mourns together.”
All the Nether Clan cultivators saw the changes in the starry sky, kneeling on the ground one by one, unable to believe that someone as powerful as the Communication God would actually fall.
The gods of the Nether Hall were all shocked, feeling at a loss.
It must be known that the Communication God did not die on the starry battlefield clashing with the Heavenly Court and myriad realms, but died in the Hell Realm.
The Lord of the Nether Hall, who was a guest in the Great Luo Divine Palace, sensed it in his heart and cast his gaze out the window, towards the endlessly distant starry sky, his eyes slightly condensing for an instant.
The corners of Emperor Luo Yan’s mouth curved upwards, then he said seriously, “My condolences! Even gods cannot escape life and death, this is something unavoidable!”
The Lord of the Nether Hall recovered in an instant, shook his head with a smile, and said, “The one who can kill Wen Tong, in the entire Hell Realm, there are only those few. You say, who could it be?”
Emperor Luo Yan said, “Who knows? The Three Ways River covers the secrets of heaven, the void space extinguishes auras. Why not go to the Fate Divine Mountain and have the Heavenly Fortune Division help divine it? A great god falling is no small matter.”
The Lord of the Nether Hall stood up, straightened his robes, and said, “Indeed, how can a great god fall without clarity? If there is no result, how can the Nether Hall stand in the Hell Realm? The culprit must die, and the cultivators related to the culprit must also die.”
After saying this, a door to the void opened before the Lord of the Nether Hall, his face full of anger, and he stepped inside.
When the door to the void closed, the Lord of the Nether Hall had already arrived billions of li away.
Emperor Luo Yan’s gaze glanced towards the Heavenly Sound Divine Mother, and he smiled, saying, “The Nether Hall wants to kill someone, yet instead loses a great god, who is to blame? Why is he so angry? Angry for whom to see? Does he think he can scare this emperor?”
“But this matter is indeed strange. The god we invited to protect Zhang Ruochen can only contend with Wen Tong at best, impossible to kill Wen Tong.” The Heavenly Sound Divine Mother said.
Emperor Luo Yan retracted his smile and said, “In your view, who killed Wen Tong?”
“The strong one who can kill Wen Tong must have cultivation that penetrates heaven and earth. But Wen Tong went to the Life and Death Realm Star to kill Zhang Ruochen. To know who did it, as long as we know where Zhang Ruochen appears next, the answer will be clear!” The Heavenly Sound Divine Mother said.
Emperor Luo Yan revealed a contemplative expression and said, “With the war beginning, the situation has become full of twists and turns. I wonder if that kid Zhang Ruochen can break the curse and step into the divine realm? For him, this turmoil has already become big enough, even causing a great god to fall. I hope all this is worth it, do not let us down. By the way, who is the god you invited to protect Zhang Ruochen?”
…
The Impermanent Ghost City.
An old ghost in the form of an ape stood outside a divine hall built from piled white bones, peering at the firmament, seeing the star soul divine seat of the Communication God dim.
He, titled the Golden Gathering Great God, was a close friend of the Five Purity Sect.
The yin ship was lent by him to Wen Chu and Yan Ting.
“Wen Tong actually fell, this struggle is so intense? It seems this seat underestimated the weight of that junior Zhang Ruochen.”
The Golden Gathering Great God knew he had been drawn into a massive turmoil, so he immediately left the Impermanent Ghost City.
At the beginning, he thought Zhang Ruochen was just a saint realm cultivator, even if killed, it would not be a big deal, and instead, he could gain considerable rewards.
Only with the fall of the Communication God did it wake him, realising that Zhang Ruochen being able to cultivate a first-grade saint intent and suffering the Dao Severing Curse was absolutely not coincidental. The waters behind were unfathomably deep.
When the Five Purity Sect arrived at the Golden Gathering Divine Hall, the hall was already empty, with no one in sight.
