“All phenomena become empty.”
“Reincarnation has no door.”
“Yama’s hell.”
…
Yan Wushen was at the peak of his rage. Various wondrous techniques poured out like water towards Gui Si.
Gui Si erected his divine realm world for defence. The divine light on his body shone brighter than a star. It could blind the eyes of a great saint. He waved his four arms. Billions of rule divine patterns wove together into various wondrous forms, some like bells, some like tripods, some like corpses… They countered Yan Wushen.
Even with his hundred thousand years of cultivation accumulation, his divine energy as thick as the sea, his divine body refined like ancient dark iron, and rule divine patterns numerous enough to build a world, Gui Si was still forced to retreat step by step by Yan Wushen.
“The accumulation of the saint realm, who would have thought one could take so many shortcuts? He has only cultivated for a thousand years, just became a god, yet why is he so strong?” The more Gui Si fought, the more shocked he became. He had no choice but to go all out. He summoned the supreme holy artefact he had refined for a hundred thousand years, the Tianji Yunxiao Blade, and slashed it towards Yan Wushen.
When an upper god urged a supreme holy artefact, its power increased by another layer.
The power of the supreme was sharper than divine power, more majestic than divine energy. The blade’s edge could split space and cleave chaos.
“Death Heavenly Book!”
Yan Wushen threw out an ancient book from his hand. Countless undead characters surged through the sky, wrapping around the incoming Tianji Yunxiao Blade.
The book rotated. Its pages were sharper than the divine blade. They pierced through Gui Si’s divine realm world.
Immediately after, Yan Wushen mobilised the mysteries of the origin. He drew dense origin rules from heaven and earth, gathering them in his right arm. He threw a heavy punch, striking Gui Si from afar.
“Boom!”
Gui Si retreated twelve steps in a row. Each step caused the ground to collapse and space to tremble.
He only stopped when he reached below the heavenly gate.
He withdrew the Tianji Yunxiao Blade into his hand. Gui Si’s face was as cold as frost. He said, “Just became a god, yet you can already wield mysteries.”
“Bang! Bang!”
Mohe Yan and Jiang Qing joined forces and attacked at the same time.
But in just an instant, Yan Wushen sent both of them flying back. Their divine bodies were shattered, their divine souls wounded. Even standing up became extremely difficult.
Everyone’s gazes fell on Yan Wushen’s huge body. Each one was grave and fearful.
He had just become a god, yet it seemed he could suppress all of them with his own power. Was this the strength of a Yuan Hui level genius?
Xue Tu and Yan Ting stood together. They shouted loudly to remind him, “Brother Wushen, Gui Si’s Tianji Yunxiao Blade and Wujiang’s Dark Domain Tianluo are both supreme treasures.”
Just as the two sides were in a standoff, Jue Miao Chan Nu’s withered figure rushed out rapidly from the end of the world.
Her body was like rotten wood, or like a corpse decayed for ten thousand years. Wherever she stepped on the ground, the soil would rot on a large scale. If this were in the outside world, the places she touched would likely cause all grass and trees within ten thousand li to wither and die.
Jiang Qing’s face changed drastically. He went forward to meet her. He asked, “Your Highness Chan Nu, what happened?”
“Come with me.”
Jue Miao Chan Nu’s voice was hoarse. She turned into a shadow and rushed out of the heavenly gate.
Jiang Qing was a false god of the Ming Hall, completely loyal to Jue Miao Chan Nu. So he immediately followed.
Everyone was frightened by Jue Miao Chan Nu’s earlier appearance. They looked at the ground corroded by her footprints. Their faces all became grave and terrified.
Xue Tu laughed loudly, “This is a great terror. Even a great god like Jue Miao Chan Nu has met with misfortune. Why don’t you all hurry and escape? Do you think you are stronger than Jue Miao Chan Nu?”
Yan Ting gave him a cold look. She said, “You can still laugh. Do you think you are stronger than Jue Miao Chan Nu?”
“Yes, why can I still laugh?”
Xue Tu quickly restrained his smile. Thinking of Jue Miao Chan Nu’s terrifying appearance just now, he shivered all over. His heart was restless. If not for Wujiang, Qu You Grandmaster, Gui Si, and Tian Que God Ji guarding the heavenly gate, he would probably have fled with them.
“Zhang Ruochen is most likely already dead. Jue Miao Chan Nu fled so quickly, there must be a reason. Perhaps she provoked some taboo.”
Gui Si and Tian Que God Ji exchanged a glance. They decisively left the place.
Wujiang, Mohe Yan, and Qu You Grandmaster also turned and left.
“Wujiang, where do you think you’re going?”
Yan Wushen strode forward and rushed over.
Qu You Grandmaster turned around. One arm condensed. He swung his sleeve towards Yan Wushen. At once, a spiritual power storm turned into hundreds and thousands of dragon shadows. They let out bursts of roars and rushed towards Yan Wushen.
Yan Wushen’s eyes sharpened. He immediately threw out the God King Talisman.
“Rumble!”
When the dragon shadows in the sky were annihilated and all the spiritual power storm dissipated, Wujiang and Qu You Grandmaster had already disappeared into the heavenly gate.
Yan Wushen rushed forward a few steps, but stopped again. He turned back and came to the side of the six Yan Luo clan gods. They were all afflicted with the life and death curse, and wounded severely.
Among them, the one wounded the most had only a head left. Because of the curse on his body, he could not recombine his body.
In the current situation, he had no choice but to prioritise saving people.
“Hiss.”
Yan Wushen raised both hands over his head. Origin power from heaven and earth gathered continuously, turning into white light rain that sprinkled on the six gods.
At once, the wounds on the six gods’ bodies healed quickly.
Including the god who had only a head left, he gradually grew new flesh. However, the new flesh was very fragile. It could not compare to the divine body at its peak. It would take a lot of time to nourish before recovery.
“The injuries are easy to heal, but the life and death curse is hard to resolve.” Yan Wushen sighed inwardly.
Without resolving the life and death curse, the lives of the six gods were always in Jue Miao Chan Nu’s grasp.
Xue Tu had already become a god. He did not want to stay in the Dark Abyss any longer. He said, “As long as we return to the Yan clan in the Dark Abyss and have the Five Purity Sect intervene, are we still afraid that Jue Miao Chan Nu will not lift the life and death curse?”
Yan Ting agreed, “Exactly! Young Venerable, our top priority now is to take advantage of the gap while Jue Miao Chan Nu is severely injured and hurry to leave the Dark Abyss. Otherwise, once she recovers, she will surely kill us to silence us and cut the grass at the root.”
Yan Wushen was silent. His gaze looked towards the direction where Zhang Ruochen and Jue Miao Chan Nu had left together earlier. He said, “You all go. I must stay. Zhang Ruochen is our ally. His life and death is unknown. How can we abandon him?”
“We came to the Dark Abyss to find the old clan leader. Now, the old clan leader is not found, yet we have suffered losses. How can I have the face to go back?”
From the direction of the Witch Hall, Chi Yao crawled out from the soil under the hill and met up with Xiao Hei who had come to rescue her.
Yan Wushen took out the God King Talisman and handed it to Xue Tu. He instructed, “The cultivators of the Yan Luo clan are entrusted to you!”
Xue Tu was not polite. He accepted the God King Talisman. He said, “When you see senior brother, you must tell him that I, Xue Tu, really wanted to go find him next, but with heavy responsibilities, I truly cannot spare the time.”
“Young Venerable, I am willing to stay and continue searching for the old clan leader with you.” One Yan Luo clan god said.
The other gods and supreme realm great saints all spoke up one after another.
Yan Wushen said, “You are all afflicted with the life and death curse. Staying will only become a burden if we encounter Jue Miao Chan Nu. The Dark Abyss is more dangerous than I imagined. Supreme realm great saints staying has no meaning. Do not make meaningless sacrifices. I have said all I can. If you recognise me as young venerable, then follow my arrangements.”
“If that is the case, young venerable… take care!” The Yan Luo clan god who spoke first said so.
Yan Ting wanted to say something but stopped. In the end, she still walked over. She said, “Young Venerable… no, cousin, the old clan leader may very well no longer be in this world. Have you ever thought that you are more important than the old clan leader? Perhaps in the future, you can become even stronger than the old clan leader. That would be the greatest hope for the Yan clan in the Dark Abyss.”
Hearing this, Yan Wushen’s unwavering heart wavered slightly.
But soon it steadied again. He waved his hand resolutely. He said, “Go!”
Xue Tu pulled Yan Ting away. After walking out of the heavenly gate, he said, “What kind of person is Yan Wushen? With so many people around, once he says the words, how could he take them back? Even if he is scared to death inside and desperately wants to leave with us, for the sake of face, he will definitely hold firm. No matter how much you persuade him, it is impossible to persuade him.”
…
Wujiang did not leave the Desolate Ancient Ruins City. He stood below a divine corpse over three hundred metres tall.
The blood and flesh of the divine corpse had long rotted away completely. Only a thick layer of black shell remained, like an ancient fortress.
“How impressive Yan Wushen is. He just became a god, yet why is the gap between us so great? I have already absorbed part of my father’s divine soul, and I wield the mystery of darkness.” Wujiang’s heart was very proud. This defeat was too miserable. His heart was filled with unwillingness.
He looked back once. Through the gaps in the divine corpse’s shell, he saw inside, Jue Miao Chan Nu sitting cross-legged. Her body was like a withered tree. Between her hands, she held a mass of Buddhist light.
Though it was only a small mass, it was like an boundless sea of Buddha.
In the sea of Buddha, a door floated. A large number of divine patterns wove together in the door.
She drew strands of pure Buddhist qi from the sea of Buddha and absorbed them into her body to counter that powerful withering force.
Beside Jue Miao Chan Nu, there lay a rusty iron bar. Seeing this iron bar, greed and envy appeared in Wujiang’s eyes.
This was a divine artefact!
If he wielded this divine artefact, how could he have lost to Yan Wushen?
Qu You Grandmaster’s shadow floated over. Using spiritual power to transmit sound, he said, “The mass of Buddhist light in Jue Miao Chan Nu’s hands is the remnant divine sea of Yun Qing Ancient Buddha. In the divine sea is the Three Lives Gate. If you can refine this, you can save hundreds of thousands of years of cultivation. Within ten thousand years, there is hope to step into the great god realm.”
Wujiang’s eyes became a bit gloomier. He transmitted sound, “Unfortunately, Jue Miao Chan Nu will not give me the remnant divine sea and Three Lives Gate.”
“A cultivator, when encountering an opportunity, must seize it.”
Qu You Grandmaster said again, “Let me ask you, what is your relationship with Jue Miao Chan Nu?”
“No relationship at all.” Wujiang said, “Of course, even if she were my closest kin, compared to the opportunity to reach the great god realm in ten thousand years, it would be insignificant. Even closest kin can be killed!”
Qu You Grandmaster nodded, “If I am not mistaken, Jue Miao Chan Nu should have contracted the legendary Withering Death Absolute!”
“Withering Death Absolute?” Wujiang said.
Qu You Grandmaster said, “You need not ask more about this matter. Just know that she cannot move her whole body now, like rotten wood of withering death. For us, this is a once-in-a-millennium great opportunity! I cultivate spiritual power, you cultivate martial dao. We each take what we need?”
