“What a cunning daoist. He actually possesses a time divine talisman. Combined with the power of the Divine Chun Tree, the talisman’s might increased greatly, capable of eroding the lifespan of true gods.”
The Lord of Crimson Soul knew he had been schemed against. Hatred filled his heart, and he regretted deeply.
Over the years, he had experienced countless battles and encountered every kind of conspiracy and trickery, yet today he had still stumbled.
At the supreme god level, one could use divine realm worlds for defence. Divine souls and divine sources were also solid as bedrock. As long as the gap was not too vast, they feared no mental power divine spirits.
Ordinary time forces could never affect their lifespans.
But the environment beneath the Divine Chun Tree was unique, amplifying the time divine talisman’s power several times over.
One of the mid-supreme god lords suffered massive lifespan loss. Wrinkles appeared on his skin, his vitality withered, his teeth began to fall out. Angrily, he said, “As expected, he appears righteous but is utterly vile inside.”
“This lord has dominated a lifetime. Heavenly Court cultivators tremble at my name. Am I truly to die here? I cannot accept this!” the other mid-supreme god lord sighed long.
Even the Heavenly God Sacrificer fled rapidly, evading the impact of the time forces.
If even gods could not withstand time’s erosion and grew aged and decrepit, the saint realm death clan soldiers panicked in terror, fleeing in all directions. Some, knowing escape impossible, cried out, “My life is over!”
Time divine talismans are extremely difficult to refine.
Zhang Ruochen’s one was actually imperfect, or he would not have needed to borrow the Divine Chun Tree’s power.
The talisman soon burned out completely. The time forces did not spread too far before dissipating into nothingness.
“The time forces have vanished!”
The lord who lost the most lifespan showed joy, about to release rule divine patterns to attack that cunning daoist.
A wave of intense weakness swept through his body.
Only then did he realise his frame was withered like dry wood, his battle robes hanging loose, his hair nearly gone, aged beyond recognition.
Due to loss of vitality and lifespan, though still mid-supreme god, his combat power had plummeted.
He could not accept this outcome. Like a madman, he let out a piercing howl. “This lord will fight you to the death, devour your flesh and soul to replenish my lost lifespan.”
That death clan lord charged, releasing billions of rule divine patterns. Death qi surged like towering waves.
“Just you? This poor daoist shall slay you today to deter the gods of the hell realm.”
Zhang Ruochen’s gaze was cold. He struck out with three black feathers, controlled by mental power, flying into the dense death qi.
The feathers were four chi long, with talisman patterns flickering, flowing with iridescent light.
Like three feathered swords.
“Careful, they are talisman soldiers.”
The Lord of Crimson Soul roared, wielding an ancient spear, surging forward with boundless battle qi.
“Swish! Swish!”
The three feathered swords cleaved through thick death qi, piercing a divine realm world millions of li vast, clashing with the battle soldier in that death clan lord’s hand.
“Bang! Bang!”
“Ah…”
That death clan lord was already extremely weakened. How could he block Zhang Ruochen’s attack? Before the Lord of Crimson Soul arrived, he was cleaved into over a dozen pieces by the three feathered swords.
These three feathered swords were refined from the feathers of the Heaven-Seizing Divine Emperor.
The talisman patterns on them were drawn with blood from the Old Corpse Ghost’s body.
The Old Corpse Ghost’s blood could be called heavenly venerable blood.
The power of the talisman soldiers was terrifying beyond imagination.
The aura of the Heaven-Seizing Divine Emperor’s feathers and the Old Corpse Ghost’s blood had been completely refined away by Zhang Ruochen. Ordinary great gods could not discern any clues.
Of course, if a top-tier great god were present, Zhang Ruochen would never use these three talisman soldiers.
The Lord of Crimson Soul’s cultivation was formidable. Even heavily injured by the time divine talisman, he remained overwhelmingly powerful. His supreme sacred artefact ancient spear deflected the three feathered swords.
One feathered sword was shattered by him.
As a supreme god at great perfection, with profound cultivation, he roared, “With this lord here, whom can you slay?”
The death clan lord cleaved into over a dozen pieces fused blood qi and rule divine patterns, soon recombining his divine body.
Zhang Ruochen was surprised, staring intently. “Not dead even like this?”
The Lord of Crimson Soul secretly breathed relief, asking the recombining lord, “How are you? Do you need to enter this lord’s divine realm world to heal?”
No response.
The Lord of Crimson Soul fixed his gaze and saw a scene that made his scalp numb.
The recombining divine body of that death clan lord had parts rotting, oozing black pus. Other parts burned like radiant light flames blooming.
“Crack!”
The divine body collapsed, turning to dust.
How could he not be shocked?
How could he not fear?
A powerful supreme god, dominating a region for a hundred thousand years, merely struck by talisman soldiers, yet perished on the spot.
If it had been him struck, could he survive?
Zhang Ruochen nodded in satisfaction. This was normal!
The evil blood of the Old Corpse Ghost and the radiant power of the Heaven-Seizing Divine Emperor erupting in talisman form. If they could not kill a vitality-depleted supreme god, it would be inexcusable.
Slaying a supreme god gave Zhang Ruochen boundless confidence. He considered refining more talisman soldiers in future.
He glanced down. The talisman patterns on the two remaining feathers had dimmed, partially damaged. The talisman soldiers lost effect, so he stored them away.
Even ruined, they could not be left behind.
In the distance, Luo Jinshu, desperately fighting the Lord of Origin Heaven, roared excitedly, “Well done! Dao friend slays excellently.”
Seeing a supreme god lord of the hell realm fall, the Tianchu Civilisation army guarding beneath the Divine Chun Tree swept away prior despair, becoming impassioned, their momentum soaring.
“Fight! Fight! Fight!”
“The hell realm is not invincible. A divine lord has already fallen.”
…
They roared “fight” repeatedly, firmly remembering the figure of that talisman dao daoist.
Lord Yuetong saw hope, abandoning thoughts of preserving strength for solo breakthrough escape. He gave his all. Eleven divine qi long rivers surged from his divine realm world, flying toward eleven array towers.
“Heavenly Battle Twelve Stars Great Array, activate!”
Though one array tower was damaged, as the remaining eleven emitted divine light, an ancient divine array slowly activated.
Twelve planets appeared in twelve directions around the Divine Chun Tree, massive stellar bodies revolving ceaselessly.
This was an offensive great array!
Luo Jinshu, clashing with the Lord of Origin Heaven, showed displeasure, thinking, “Only now willing to fight desperately. Indeed, in your heart, your own life matters most.”
Logically, the Heavenly Battle Twelve Stars Great Array should have activated long ago.
But no need to guess. Lord Yuetong surely feared the array depleting his divine qi, leaving him no chance for breakthrough escape.
At true life-and-death crisis, he was inferior even to an outsider.
Luo Jinshu did not blame Lord Yuetong. Preserving strength at mortal peril was human nature. But in his heart, admiration for that dao friend of unknown name grew deeper!
“What a formidable daoist, actually killing a death clan supreme god.” Feng Qi sighed this, then decisively flew to Luo Jinshu, joining him against the Lord of Origin Heaven.
He dared not provoke figures like the Heavenly God Sacrificer or Lord of Crimson Soul.
Not everyone was as powerful as the yellow ox daoist!
The Lord of Crimson Soul was utterly wary, gritting teeth. “What talisman soldiers did you refine, daoist? You are far too demonic!”
Zhang Ruochen spoke with aged authority, “You death clan divine spirit dare call this poor daoist demonic. Accept death!”
“Lord of Crimson Soul, leave him to this sacrificer. Immediately go break the Heavenly Battle Twelve Stars Great Array. This array is no trifling matter.” The Heavenly God Sacrificer’s voice rang out.
Zhang Ruochen’s vision darkened. All scenes vanished.
“This is… a mental power attack?” Zhang Ruochen murmured.
The seawater beneath his feet turned ink-black. Dark clouds filled the sky above.
Only the Heavenly God Sacrificer hovered in void, emitting faint radiance. He said, “This is death念力! You have now been pulled by this sacrificer into the念力 domain!”
“Blade of Death!”
A scythe-shaped blade condensed before the Heavenly God Sacrificer, a thousand zhang long, chilling with death qi, slicing void, slashing straight at Zhang Ruochen.
“Whoosh!”
Death念力 was uncanny and peerless, slaying divine souls, extinguishing divine thoughts. It was the greatest reliance for the death clan becoming one of hell realm’s top three clans.
Generations of ancient death clan gods, based on death念力, created countless powerful divine arts, all with god-slaying might.
Zhang Ruochen felt intense death crisis. Hairs stood on end. He immediately drew circles with both hands, chanting, “Taiji central primordial qi! Primordial qi undivided, chaos as one.”
A Taiji yin-yang diagram condensed above his head.
This was not formed from the tens of thousands of dao rules in his body, but a dao sect divine art, concrete manifestation of heaven and earth’s great dao.
In other words, this was heaven and earth’s Taiji yin-yang, not Zhang Ruochen’s own.
“Boom!”
The Taiji yin-yang diagram rotated like a millstone, grinding the blade of death to pieces, heavily striking the Heavenly God Sacrificer.
Darkness tore apart. Zhang Ruochen reappeared on the sea below the Divine Chun Tree, dao robes fluttering.
“Pfft!”
Opposite, the Heavenly God Sacrificer’s spirit suffered heavy injury. Blood sprayed from his mouth. Incredulously, he stared at Zhang Ruochen. “You… you cultivate both divine and martial?”
Zhang Ruochen radiated unmatched aura, proudly saying, “Indeed, this poor daoist cultivates both divine and martial. Dao arts have entered the realm of heaven and man. With merely your attainment in death念力, you dare contend with this poor daoist?”
Sensing something, the Heavenly God Sacrificer’s expression changed. He gazed toward the sea-sky horizon.
Divine lights rapidly flew toward the Divine Chun Tree.
Feng Xi’s voice, pleasant as wind bells, rang out, “Yellow ox dao friend, Feng Xi and the gods of the Feng clan come to aid you!”
“I, Yu Taizhen, have arrived! Which death clan gods seek death?”
Yu Taizhen manifested boundless truth realm form of the universe, drawing heaven and earth truth rules, transforming into giant war god form, descending from heavens, one foot stomping toward the Lord of Origin Heaven.
The Lord of Origin Heaven, a peak supreme god who survived primordial calamity, was stomped by Yu Taizhen from the firmament, divine blood spraying, plummeting with a splash into the sea.
Utterly no strength to fight.
“Boom!”
The Suppression Inscription Altar, long assailed unsuccessfully by Luo Jinshu and Feng Qi, was stomped to pieces by Yu Taizhen’s foot. The entire sea region seemed on verge of collapse.
