The Desolate Ancient Ruins City was vast and boundless, with majestic divine qi. Various colours of divine light overflowed from the god corpses, filling the heavens and earth.
Cloud Azure Ancient Buddha’s corpse was extremely bright, with scorching golden light.
This entire city domain was shrouded in Buddhist mist.
The Sealed Dust Sword God stepped out with his sword, his whole body deriving killing intent that formed images of an Asura battlefield. He said in a deep voice, “Who was it just now that said ten Sealed Dusts are not worth one Zhang Ruchen? If you have the guts, step forward and compete with this god.”
In an instant, gazes from all directions converged on him.
The gods from various major forces, each with surging divine might, had once dominated the mortal world.
Although the Sealed Dust Sword God had some fame, he was ultimately just a new god a few thousand years old. In the eyes of those veteran god realm powerhouses, he seemed to lack foundation.
The Round Warehouse True God standing beside Wu Jiang was a god who had lived nearly fifty thousand years. His body was as huge as a small mountain, covered in metallic spikes. He said, “Sealed Dust brat, those words were spoken by your grandpa Round Warehouse.”
In that instant just now, the Sealed Dust Sword God had already taken in the entire situation at a glance.
The five true gods of the Yanluo Clan were trapped in a dark domain about a hundred zhang in diameter. Around the domain, powerful illusory forces filled the air, condensed from a divine talisman.
The god controlling the talisman stood on Wu Jiang’s other side, his figure like a shadowy phantom, emanating strong mental power fluctuations.
Among those present, apart from the upper god level Gui Si and the mid-level god Heavenly Sparrow Goddess, that shadowy figure gave the Sealed Dust Sword God the greatest pressure.
The sixth true god of the Yanluo Clan was Wen Chu. He was severely injured, suppressed by the Ghost Lord’s third son Luo to kneel on the ground. His chest was pierced by seven iron spikes as thick as fingers.
The seven iron spikes connected to a chain exuding chilling qi, the other end held in Luo’s hand.
They had used Wen Chu as bait to lure the Yanluo Clan’s five true gods into the “Dark Light Illusory Heaven Divine Talisman” domain, trapping them all.
This divine talisman was specially prepared by the Dark Temple to kill the Yanluo Clan’s gods.
Everyone present was a god realm powerhouse. Not to mention that the Sealed Dust Sword God’s combat power had not yet recovered, even at full strength, trying to save people would be like throwing himself into a net, like an egg striking a stone.
In just a moment, the Sealed Dust Sword God had decided on a plan: first break the Dark Light Illusory Heaven Divine Talisman and rescue the five Yanluo Clan true gods trapped in the talisman domain.
Only by saving them could they have a fighting chance today.
“Swish!”
The supreme sacred artifact battle sword in the Sealed Dust Sword God’s hand flew out of its sheath, sword tip pointing at the Round Warehouse True God. He said, “Do you really think this god fears your Dark Temple’s numbers? You dare insult me. Today, it is a fight to the death between us.”
The sword body blazed with light, erupting with powerful supreme force qi that impacted in all directions.
Dense sword cries rang out. Countless sword shadows appeared, turning into dozens of chaotic sword shadow floods.
“Such strong divine power.”
“His sword dao attainment has actually reached such a high level. Did he really only cultivate in the god realm for over a thousand years? I am afraid even sword dao gods who have cultivated for over ten thousand years in the god realm cannot compare to him.”
The gods present were all astonished, realising they had underestimated this new god who had risen to fame in the recent millennium.
“Swish”
The battle sword flew out first, like a streak of flowing light.
But the attack was not on the Round Warehouse True God, but on the shadowy figure controlling the Dark Light Illusory Heaven Divine Talisman on Wu Jiang’s other side.
This feint struck west, catching the gods off guard.
Gui Si knew the Sealed Dust Sword God was close to the Kunlun Realm’s gods. He shouted loudly, “Be careful! He wants to save the Yanluo Clan’s gods. Do not let him succeed.”
Too late!
The supreme sacred artifact level battle sword emanated brilliant radiance, carrying endless sharpness, already arriving before the shadowy figure.
The shadowy figure had no substantial divine body, his form like strands of silk mist. A greyish arm over two metres long condensed from the mist, reaching out to press forward.
Ripples of wave patterns appeared before his palm, effortlessly blocking the Sealed Dust Sword God’s unparalleled strike.
“How is this possible?”
The Sealed Dust Sword God’s eyes froze. His heart sank to the bottom.
This god’s mental power was terrifyingly strong. No wonder he could control the talisman alone and trap the Yanluo Clan’s five true gods.
The other gods, such as Gui Si, Heavenly Sparrow Goddess, and Luo, all had slight changes in expression.
To block the Sealed Dust Sword God’s supreme sacred artifact battle sword bare-handed, how high must his mental power be?
Wu Jiang stood beside the shadowy figure, hands behind his back, remaining composed from start to finish. He smiled and said, “The Sword God has always been someone Wu Jiang admires. Why must you oppose the Dark Temple?”
The Sealed Dust Sword God said, “This god acts as he pleases. What does it matter to you?”
The shadowy figure twisted his wrist.
“Boom!”
The supreme sacred artifact level battle sword broke free from the Sealed Dust Sword God’s control and flew away, embedding into the skin of Cloud Azure Ancient Buddha’s corpse nearby, hanging a hundred metres above. Even the Buddhist divine venerable’s golden body could not block it, pierced an inch deep.
Of course, it was also because the golden body had been severely eroded by dark forces.
The Sealed Dust Sword God retreated three steps, his gaze extremely grave.
Today’s situation was more perilous than he had imagined.
One wrong move, and falling into encirclement, even escaping would become as hard as ascending to heaven.
He glanced back and saw Gui Si had already blocked his retreat, standing outside Cloud Azure Ancient Buddha’s ear canal. Billions of rule divine patterns spread out from under his feet.
Wen Chu, suppressed to kneel on the ground by Luo, had divine blood flowing from his wounds. His eyes grew even dimmer.
The Dark Temple had long harboured intentions to exterminate the Yan Clan of the Abyss of Darkness. They must be fully prepared. Today was their calamity. They could not avoid it or escape. Unfortunately, his sacred heart was sealed, his divine soul suppressed. He could not even self-detonate his divine source. It was so helpless, so humiliating.
There was nothing more humiliating than suppressing a true god to kneel publicly.
His heart filled with boundless hatred, yet he could not erupt it.
Gui Si said coldly, “Everyone may not know, but this Sealed Dust Sword God and the Prajna Goddess of the Temple of Destiny are both connected to Kunlun…”
Suddenly, chilling qi filled the air.
The ground hissed, forming thick ice.
The surrounding scene changed drastically, turning into a vast world of ice and snow on one side, with ice mountains standing in rows. In the sky, a magnificent divine shadow appeared, erupting with divine venerable level might.
“It is the Ice Emperor’s Great Thousand Ice Soul World. That Summer King must be hiding nearby.” Gui Si said.
Who did not fear the Ice Emperor’s name?
Under Little Black’s control, the Ice Emperor’s divine shadow hovering in the sky pressed out a thousand-zhang-large hand seal, straight towards the shadowy figure controlling the Dark Light Illusory Heaven Divine Talisman.
The hand seal was condensed from divine venerable divine patterns, containing endless divine power.
Wu Jiang was decisive and said, “Attack together!”
Among all the gods of the Dark Temple and Nether Temple, Wu Jiang’s cultivation and combat power were not the highest, but his status was unmatched.
The Dark Temple’s four true gods and the Nether Temple’s mid-third class pseudo-god Jiang Qing attacked together. Each unleashed a war weapon, forming five bright divine qi light pillars that struck the Ice Emperor’s hand seal.
The other pseudo-gods stood in the four directions, forming a combined strike array, guarding against possible enemies in the shadows.
In the vast white chilling qi, Prajna’s slender and graceful figure flew out.
“Splash!”
The Nether River containing powerful death forces flew out next, rushing away a pseudo-god defending the perimeter. That pseudo-god fell into the Nether River. His divine body decayed rapidly into pus and blood, endless screams from his mouth.
Prajna mobilised the power of destiny mysteries. Immediately, the destiny rules between heaven and earth all surged towards the Destiny Staff in her hand.
She struck out with the staff, slashing diagonally towards the shadowy figure controlling the talisman.
The shadowy figure’s arm waved lightly, sending the Destiny Staff and Prajna flying together, as easily as sweeping away a fallen leaf.
The shadowy figure was about to launch a mental power attack to severely injure Prajna and strip her of combat power. But the Yanluo Clan gods in the talisman domain clearly sensed the changes outside and attacked madly within the domain.
The Dark Light Illusory Heaven Divine Talisman hovering above the domain actually shook.
One must know that among the Yanluo Clan true gods, there was an upper god realm great powerhouse, a veteran god who had cultivated nearly one hundred thousand years. Helplessly, the shadowy figure had to go all out to control the talisman.
Prajna wanted to strike again, but was intercepted by Gui Si.
Facing this upper god, whether Prajna or Chi Yao, they could only protect themselves. Where would they have the spare power to save others?
“Sealed Dust, you have finally shown yourself. Today, let us see where you can escape to?”
The Heavenly Sparrow Goddess was full of anger. Her right hand reached out through the air. The air exploded. Divine qi condensed into countless thunderbolts, attacking towards the Sealed Dust Sword God.
The god battle erupted in an instant, instantly turning the heavens and earth upside down.
This city domain, covered by the Great Thousand Ice Soul World, still shook endlessly from the impacts of divine force powers.
The Ghost Lord’s third son Luo glanced at Wen Chu kneeling on the ground and said, “You have lost your value. Now, this god will send you on your way.”
“Puff!”
Luo’s right hand five fingers inserted into Wen Chu’s skull, extracting his divine soul.
For the ghost clan, the fastest way to raise realm was to devour other ghost clan’s or other cultivators’ souls.
Wen Chu could not endure the piercing pain of his divine soul. He let out a heaven-shaking scream, blood flowing from all seven orifices.
But the next moment, Luo also screamed.
“Ah! Soul Devouring Curse…”
Luo’s five fingers withdrew from Wen Chu’s skull. He hugged his head with both hands and retreated rapidly. Ghost qi overflowed from his body, forming thousands upon thousands of resentful soul shadows.
The one who cast the Soul Devouring Curse was naturally Zhang Ruchen.
Luo had just reached the true god realm not long ago. He had not cultivated a god realm world. Moreover, in the saint realm, he was neither a kalpa representative nor a quasi-kalpa representative. His foundation was far inferior to Prajna, Gu She Jing, and the others.
For a lower god like him, still a new god, with Zhang Ruchen’s seventy-first order mental power intensity, plus the Ten Thousand Curse Heavenly Pearl, he could naturally curse him.
Zhang Ruchen held the Ten Thousand Curse Heavenly Pearl and flew out rapidly, landing beside Wen Chu. He called, “Uncle Wen, it is Ruchen.”
Wen Chu was very weak. Seeing Zhang Ruchen’s figure, a profound and moved expression appeared in his eyes. He nodded gently.
“Boom!”
Zhang Ruchen struck a palm on Wen Chu’s chest, shaking out the seven iron spikes and chain piercing his body. They fell to the ground. He was about to take him away.
Not far away, Luo recovered.
He propped up his dao domain, barely resisting part of the Soul Devouring Curse’s power.
“Zhang Ruchen, you have finally shown yourself!”
Luo forcibly pulled back the thousands of resentful souls flying out of his body. His palm blazed with divine light, surging with yin qi. He struck out a divine ability level palm seal. In a flash, the palm seal arrived before Zhang Ruchen.
“Clang!”
The Infant Sword flew out, falling into Zhang Ruchen’s hand.
Over sixty trillion holy path rules and rule divine patterns in his body all released. Zhang Ruchen thrust out with his sword, incorporating the “One” character sword dao holy intent, precisely striking Luo’s palm heart.
“Boom!”
Zhang Ruchen held the sword in one hand and Wen Chu in the other. He was shaken flying by Luo’s divine power.
But Luo also retreated two steps, shattering a large area of ice.
Shock appeared in Luo’s eyes. Because he saw that Zhang Ruchen had not yet achieved martial dao godhood, still at the great saint level. But why could he cultivate over sixty trillion rules?
“Swish”
Zhang Ruchen raised the Infant Sword over his head. The sword dao mysteries in his body continuously absorbed the sword dao rules in the Desolate Ancient Ruins City… more precisely, the sword dao divine patterns left by the gods after death, gathering towards him.
Zhang Ruchen’s momentum grew stronger and stronger, peerlessly sharp.
The blood-red radiance from the Infant Sword dyed the sky and ground’s ice rivers red.
“Slash!”
Zhang Ruchen swung his sword, chopping towards Luo.
