The Master of Lingtai Temple joins the battle.
The tides between the Heavens and Hell have shifted.
Hell, with five Supreme beings and the advantage of terrain, holds absolute superiority.
On the side of the Heavens, though they too have five Supreme beings, the strength of the Supreme Taihua is severely suppressed, and Qin Li is nothing more than an unworthy substitute.
“I never expected Wugong Mountain and Lingtai Temple to break their oath and intervene in the war.” Baili Jian’s face was grim, almost deathly pale.
Li Ping’an gritted his teeth and roared, “Master of Lingtai Temple! You were once part of the civilization of Refining Gods, the Lord of Knowledge born from the scriptures themselves, yet you have defected to Hell. You are the epitome of shamelessness, utterly despicable!”
The Heavenly Emperor’s face was cold, his eyes filled with disdain as he directly cursed, “Scum! How dare you call yourself a cultivator of the Refining Body civilization? Wugong Mountain is the resting place of heaven-defying heroes. You, born from immortal will, have committed the most disgraceful of betrayals!”
At these words—
The Master of Lingtai Temple remained silent.
Even the Lord of Wugong Mountain looked troubled.
He never wanted to enter this war, but sometimes, choices are not one’s own to make.
Ancient Burial Yama snorted coldly. “You’re already at death’s door, yet you still dare to shout nonsense?”
Dusk Yama laughed heartily. “The Four Emperors of the Heavens—just to eliminate you, we have assembled such a grand formation. It’s time for you to rest in peace.”
“Kill!”
Extinction Yama wasted no words.
Controlling the Oblivion Black Monument, he unleashed its full power to suppress the Heavenly Emperor.
The Immortal Emperor and the God Emperor were also entangled by the Yamas, unable to break free.
“I will restrain Qin Li. The Supreme Taihua is yours to handle.” The Master of Lingtai Temple moved like a drifting specter, casually unleashing an endless cascade of illusory dreamscapes.
“Begone!”
Qin Li’s entire body ignited.
It was the celestial fire fueled by the breath of Creation.
He struck out with a fist, the celestial flames surging like a tidal wave, burning away all illusions.
He had to reunite with Supreme Taihua. If they were separated, the Heavens would have no chance of victory—the battle would turn from near defeat to complete annihilation.
“Drunken dreams, lost in oblivion—three thousand worlds forgotten!” The Master of Lingtai Temple did not engage directly but instead weaved and dodged like a cold mist, making it impossible for Qin Li to catch him.
At the same time, she poured forth endless illusions, intertwining and overlapping into layers upon layers of phantom worlds, dazzling and surreal, forming a magnificent yet treacherous quagmire. Qin Li was trapped, unable to break free in the short term.
“My true self!”
Supreme Taihua was horrified.
Drawing the Daoist Virtue Bow, he loosed three arrows.
A flash of violet light—piercing through the dreamscape, attempting to tear apart the illusions and rescue Qin Li.
“Do you think I don’t exist?” In an instant, the Lord of Wugong Mountain appeared, striking with fists and feet, shattering all three arrows of violet-gold merit.
“You, who strike from the shadows—today, you will fall!”
“Heavenly Origin Strike!”
He raised his hand, conjuring a black hole.
An absolute force, consuming everything. Even the power of merit could not stop it.
“Not good!” Supreme Taihua was alarmed. He dared not face it head-on and had to dodge left and right, firing arrows to delay the inevitable.
The five Supreme beings of the Heavens—
Overwhelmed by Hell, retreating step by step.
Yet, the true disaster lay aboard the Celestial Warship.
“His Majesty is being restrained. We’re in deep trouble.” The Chaos Ancestral Dragon cried out in alarm.
The elder monk of Buddha Cliff pressed his palms together, golden light radiating from him. “They have twenty-eight True Emperors—twice as many as us. We cannot hope to match them.”
“I’ll cover you. Retreat to the Celestial Warship!” The Primal Demon Ancestor wielded the Banner of Forgetfulness, unleashing torrents of gray mist that morphed into spiders, ensnaring the Yamas of Hell.
Ordinary powerhouses of the Heavens suffered a decline in strength upon entering Hell. Only the Primal Demon Ancestor was an exception—his power surged instead. For the path of demons was modeled after the Fallen Domain, allowing him to thrive in Hell.
“Intercept them!”
“This time, the Heavens are doomed!”
“Destroy the warship, and they will fall completely into Hell.”
The twenty-eight Yamas charged fiercely, sweeping forward like a tide of death.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The Celestial Warship suffered a concentrated assault.
The previous cracks had yet to mend, and now new wounds were being inflicted.
Even a powerhouse like Decay Yama leaped onto the deck, showing off his might.
Fortunately, the gods wielded the Mountain of Faith as a barrier.
The Stars Lords of the Zodiac united, forming a celestial grand array to withstand most of the pressure.
Shi Wuming abandoned all hesitation, hurling countless puppets forward, detonating them in succession.
Only then did they barely hold the line.
But—
Defeat was only a matter of time.
“The assault has failed. All forces, prepare to retreat.”
Though Qin Li was unwilling, he had no choice. He had to withdraw from Hell to protect his people.
“The Heavens have lost. You’re not leaving. Sit back and enjoy the slaughter of your worlds!” Ancient Burial Yama laughed heartily.
After countless setbacks, Hell had finally turned the tide.
“What do you mean?”
Qin Li sensed something was off in his words.
Dusk Yama sneered. “Have you not realised?”
Realised?
Realised what?
Qin Li scanned the battlefield.
A question had lingered in his mind—
“Why are there only thirty-three Yamas in Hell?”
Thirty-six Hells, thirty-six Yamas—yet only three supreme ones had appeared, along with thirty ordinary Yamas. He had even destroyed two of them.
The remaining three Yamas—where were they?
“Hahaha!”
Extinction Yama burst into laughter.
She didn’t answer, merely pointed upward.
“Damn it!”
Qin Li realised.
His pupils constricted, his face turned pale.
Hurriedly, he activated his Celestial Eyes, gazing upon the Heavens to observe the situation.
And there—at the borders of the Heavens—
Void Yama, Voodoo Yama, and Corpse Yama were about to land in the Grand World, prepared for a massacre.
“The moment you set sail for Hell, we suspected your intentions. So, we dispatched three Yamas to move in secret, bypassing your forces to invade the Heavens.” Dusk Yama smirked.
Ancient Burial Yama added coldly, “You led your elite warriors in full force, leaving the rear defenseless. Now, our Yamas will slaughter as they please.”
Even Extinction Yama couldn’t help but laugh wildly. “Even if you turn back now, it’ll take you two or three days. That’s more than enough for the three Yamas to bathe eight hundred worlds in blood before retreating unscathed.”
“Damn it!”
Qin Li was nearly driven mad.
His family and friends—all left behind.
The Chaos prophecy had warned him of Hell’s overwhelming strength.
That was why he led every strong fighter he had, swearing to defy fate—only to bring disaster upon his loved ones.
…
At this moment—
The World of the Heavens.
Trillions of beings slept.
They had all participated in the battle against Hell.
Unaware that a mortal threat had silently crept closer.
At the borders of the Heavens, the cursed sound of the Void began to spread, luring souls to their doom.
A black storm of voodoo magic swept in, veiling the sky, unleashing a downpour of toxic rain. Grass withered, the land was tainted, rivers turned poisonous…
Before long, bones piled up upon the land.
And an evil force pulled them together—forming legions of skeletal warriors, drawn to the scent of life, hunting down the innocent hiding in caves and beneath the earth, slaughtering them all.
A nightmare had begun.
