pertwk Chapter 108 The Tragedy of Death
Chapter 108 The Tragedy of Death
The ancient civilization's star defense line has long since become the most brutal battlefield in the heavens.
The gods of the Heavenly Realm and the allied forces of the Hell Realm have clashed in full force. The battle between gods and the clash between divine paths span billions of miles of star field. True gods' divine power intertwines, various divine abilities explode, and the pressure of powerhouses at the Boundless Realm sweeps in all directions. Every inch of void is shattered in the aftershocks of the battle, and every galaxy is stained with divine blood. Corpses, fragments of divine artifacts, and broken paths float among them, transforming into a shocking scene of death.
At the heart of this epic battle was the clash between the indestructible and supremely powerful. The four battlefields were located in four different parts of the star field, each unleashing a world-destroying force that influenced the course of the entire war.
The Death Clan's Tiannan Life and Death Ruins leader Qing Cang faces off against the Heavenly Court's supreme Confucian and Taoist master Ming De; the Underworld Clan's patriarch Gong Xuanzang faces off against the Temple of Truth's master; and the Yama Clan's Supreme Elder faces off against the Heavenly Realm's supreme Shang Ancestor.
These supreme beings are all top-tier powerhouses who have traversed the universe for countless eons and are renowned throughout the heavens. Each of them stands at the pinnacle of combat power in the heavens and is the undisputed leader of the Hell Realm in this invasion of the ancient civilization's defenses. Every time they clash, it can cause star fields to collapse and the Great Dao to roar. Ordinary Boundless Realm experts do not even have the right to approach them.
Besides these six powerful individuals who had reached the Immortal Boundless Realm, the allied forces of the Yama Clan, the three races of Hell, and the Dark Temple also dispatched dozens of supreme experts at the Boundless Realm, along with a large number of True Gods and Great Gods, pressing in with their massive army, determined to flatten the entire ancient civilization territory.
If it weren't for the fact that ancient civilizations have been passed down for countless years, possessing profound knowledge and numerous trump cards, ancient divine formations, and invaluable treasures, they would probably have been reduced to nothingness by this devastating offensive, leaving not even a trace of their heritage behind.
The scale of this war far exceeded the previous battle where the Hell Realm attacked the Taiwei Realm, making it the most brutal war among the heavens in tens of thousands of years.
As of now, over a hundred great worlds of the ancient civilization have been completely destroyed, with worlds destroyed, people killed, and no living beings remaining. Over a hundred gods have fallen, including True Gods to those at the Boundless Realm, and even the supreme powerhouse at the peak of the Great Freedom and Boundless Realm, such as the Giant Spirit Ancestor, who self-destructed his divine source and died on the battlefield. The Four Yang Heavenly Lords were defeated and fled, suffering heavy injuries. The old Heavenly Lord of the Heavenly Beginning Civilization, Luo Yifeng, fought a bloody battle and was on the verge of death. The Heavenly Court suffered heavy losses and was completely at a disadvantage, suffering a total defeat. Fortunately, the Heavenly Court's reinforcements arrived in time, otherwise there would have been no chance of fighting.
Meanwhile, at a key battlefield on the border of the defense line, Xuan Dao, the deputy temple master of the Temple of Merit, was displaying his divine power, suppressing the temple master of the Temple of Death, one of the five giants of the Death Clan, with absolute strength.
Xuan Dao was bathed in Buddhist light, his golden body fully revealed. His golden form, millions of miles tall, stood majestically in the starry sky like a pillar supporting the heavens. Golden Buddhist and Taoist patterns flowed around him, making him impervious to all magic and evil. The Lord of the Death God Temple poured out all his divine power, activating the Heavenly Dao of Death and wielding the Death God Tower. Countless divine rays of death and supernatural powers bombarded him, yet they couldn't even break through Xuan Dao's golden body's defenses. All attacks that struck the golden body were completely neutralized, leaving not even a trace.
At this moment, the Lord of the Temple of Death was shrouded in endless fear. The indestructible golden body of Xuan Dao, with its profound Buddhist teachings, instantly reminded him of the Sixth Patriarch of the Western Paradise Buddhist Realm.
In the past, the Sixth Patriarch once discussed the Dao with his master. The Sixth Patriarch sat upright on a lotus platform and did not make a single move. His master exhausted his life's cultivation and used countless deadly supernatural powers, but he could not break the Sixth Patriarch's golden body. In the end, he was completely convinced by the Sixth Patriarch's boundless Buddhist teachings and his great vow of equality for all beings. He consciously abided by his teachings and never again easily slaughtered living beings in his life.
At this moment, Xuan Dao's unique and peculiar golden body already possessed some of the charm and power of the Sixth Patriarch of Buddhism in his eyes, making it impossible for him to shake it!
"Bang!"
Xuan Dao took a step forward, causing the starry sky to tremble. His golden fist slammed out, unleashing a burst of unparalleled Buddhist power that forced the Lord of the Death God Temple to retreat repeatedly. With the golden body's enhancement, Xuan Dao's physical strength was enough to withstand the Undying Boundless. The terrifying force struck the Death God Tower, causing this top-tier ancient artifact of the Death Clan to tremble violently. Fine cracks appeared on the tower's surface, and its spiritual energy was greatly diminished.
"Lord of the Death God's Palace, your sins are heinous, and you are now at your wit's end. Why not lay down your butcher's knife, convert to Buddhism, and resolve your sins of killing?"
Xuan Dao's voice was compassionate, yet carried an undeniable majesty. Seeing that the Lord of the Death God Palace could no longer hold on, he no longer held back and suddenly unleashed all his Buddhist power, unleashing a Prajna Palm technique!
The golden Dharma image, spanning millions of miles, raised its hand and unleashed a powerful and domineering palm strike, containing both the profound mysteries of merit and Buddhism and Taoism. With a single strike, the entire star field was directly shattered, and layers of space were annihilated, forming an absolute vacuum zone that pressed down on the Lord of the Temple of Death.
The Lord of the Temple of Death was deathly pale, his eyes filled with despair. He could only grit his teeth and drag the Tower of Death along, using all his divine power to withstand the attack.
But his resistance was utterly futile in the face of this terrifying, world-destroying palm force!
The powerful Buddhist energy surged into his body, wantonly destroying his divine body and soul. Black divine blood overflowed from all six orifices of the Lord of the Death God Temple, and he was instantly sent flying tens of thousands of miles away like a kite with a broken string. The necromantic rules around him were almost shattered. The divine artifact, the Death God Tower, in his hand was also blasted by a palm strike, leaving a huge palm print. The tower was cracked all over and almost shattered.
Take advantage of his illness and kill him!
Xuan Dao's eyes narrowed, determined not to give his opponent any chance to breathe. He immediately activated his ultimate technique, which was his trump card. His Buddhist power surged, and after his golden body and Dharma form, twenty-four vast worlds slowly emerged!
Each great realm contains complete world rules, interwoven with the light of Buddha and the light of merit. It is the Dharma realm of all heavens condensed by the Xuandao with its own Buddhist and Taoist origin!
"The Twenty-Four Devas of Great Brahma Prajna!"
A Buddhist chant resounded through the starry sky, and twenty-four great realms radiated boundless divine light, layering upon layer in the void to form twenty-four towering heavens, spanning millions of miles of starfields. Within each heaven, a powerful Dharma image emerged: Rakshasa, Yaksha, Asura, Demon Emperor, Buddha Venerable… encompassing all races of the universe, each with a unique expression and boundless power, their myriad splendors illuminating the heavens, their overwhelming aura suppressing all things, completely locking the Lord of the Death God Temple within, sealing off all escape routes.
The Lord of the Temple of Death was terrified, his soul nearly leaving his body. He could no longer care about anything else and hastily summoned the Tower of Death before him, pouring all the remaining divine power into it. The Tower of Death, spanning millions of miles, transformed into a black barrier that stretched across the starry sky, its deathly aura overwhelming, making a final desperate defense.
Seeing this, Xuan Dao curled up a contemptuous smile, and his golden body Dharma image quickly formed Buddhist mudras with both hands, and then he unleashed a thunderous attack!
The various divine forms in the twenty-four layers of heaven simultaneously activated their supernatural powers, and the light of their supernatural powers converged into a boundless torrent of divine power, like a galaxy pouring down and the heavens collapsing. Tens of millions of miles of space were completely encompassed and leveled.
Endless Buddhist and Taoist laws poured down, destroying the black barrier constructed by the Death God Tower in an instant. The cracks in the tower widened again, and it was on the verge of collapse.
"No!"
The Lord of the Temple of Death let out a desperate and unwilling roar, using his last bit of strength to unleash a Heavenly-level divine power of the Death Clan. However, in the face of the overwhelming torrent of the Twenty-Four Heavenly Dharma Aspects, his resistance was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, and was instantly covered and annihilated.
Nearly ten million miles of starry sky were completely shattered into an absolute void, with space, laws, and energy utterly destroyed, leaving only terrifying, boundless rules raging within.
When the divine light dissipated, the center of the battlefield was a scene of utter devastation.
The body of the Lord of the Temple of Death has been completely destroyed, leaving only his soul, which is now in a deep sleep and has no power to resist. The Tower of Death has also been forcibly chipped away, leaving it dilapidated.
"Amitabha."
Xuan Dao clasped his hands together, softly chanted a Buddhist mantra, and then waved his hand, his Buddhist power swirling around him. He grabbed the sleeping Lord of the Death God Temple and directly suppressed him in his divine world, slowly converting him with boundless Buddhist power.
He knew in his heart that as long as he completely refined the Lord of the Death God Temple and absorbed his life's cultivation, he would be able to break through his current realm, enter the Undying Boundless Realm, and become the true top power in all the heavens.
The Xuan Dao group, due to their original bodies, had already reached the peak of cultivation below the Heavenly Venerable level. They only lacked a massive amount of resources and a great opportunity to fully realize their cultivation. With the resonance of their four unified divine souls, each avatar's progress was rapid and ever-changing. This was the supreme mystery of the Corpse-Slaying Proving Dao Method, far surpassing ordinary cultivation paths.
The earth-shattering commotion on this battlefield instantly alerted the main battlefield on the other side of the star field.
Qingcang, who was fighting Mingde, suddenly felt the aura of the Lord of the Death God Temple completely dissipate. His expression changed drastically, his pupils shrank, and his heart was filled with shock!
The Lord of the Death God Temple was a top expert of the Death Clan, a powerful figure at the peak of the Great Freedom and Boundless Realm. Yet he was so easily suppressed and killed by the Xuan Dao. This result completely disrupted his mind, and even the divine soul power he was activating subconsciously paused for a moment.
In a duel between masters, a slight difference can lead to a huge error, let alone when one is distracted and loses focus. Seeing this, Mingde's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he immediately laughed loudly, seizing this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
His righteous aura surged, and his literary divine power transformed into countless sharp divine swords, their cries shaking the heavens as they pierced directly at the vital points of Qing Cang's soul. Qing Cang hastily regained his senses and hurriedly activated his spiritual power, conjuring countless hectares of deathly divine sea to use his divine soul avatar to block the countless literary divine swords in front of him.
But this was just a feint by Mingde!
Taking advantage of the moment when Qingcang was fully focused on defending against the divine sword, Mingde moved swiftly, unleashing the profound mystery of the rules of time. His figure transformed into a streak of light, breaking through the shackles of the Sea of Death, and instantly appeared behind Qingcang. Avoiding all of his defenses, he unleashed a palm strike imbued with boundless righteous energy, slamming it hard into Qingcang's back.
"Pfft!"
Qingcang had no time to dodge and took the blow squarely. He immediately spat out a mouthful of black divine blood, and his spiritual energy dharma form dimmed instantly. He was severely injured by Mingde.
"Hahaha, Qing Cang, the battle is over. Today, it's your Hell Realm's turn to suffer!"
Looking at Qingcang, whose aura was weak and whose body was hunched, Mingde felt extremely happy.
Qing Cang is the core of the war faction in the Hell Realm and one of the four legendary figures of spiritual power in the Hell Realm. His hands are stained with the blood of the gods and beings of the Heavenly Court, and he poses a great threat. If we can suppress him here today, it will undoubtedly be the greatest good news for the Heavenly Court in this war, enough to completely turn the tide of the battle!
Qing Cang, his body hunched over, raised his hand to wipe the divine blood from the corner of his mouth, his expression extremely gloomy.
He possessed the most powerful spiritual energy, which was perfect and complete. Physical injuries were not fatal to him. However, the righteous energy unleashed by Mingde was the purest divine power of the righteous path, which was specifically designed to counter evil and death. At this moment, it was like a malignant tumor clinging to his bones, rampaging wildly within his body, constantly eroding and damaging his divine soul, causing his spiritual energy to decline significantly and making it difficult for him to exert his full strength.
"Mingde, your combat strength is indeed formidable, far exceeding my expectations." Qingcang's tone was full of emotion, his heart filled with both shock and anger. "With only a ninety-level spiritual power cultivation, you were able to suppress my ninety-second level. Even the Third Confucian Ancestor back then did not have such ability. This time, I have truly fallen into your hands!"
However, as a veteran supreme being of the Hell Realm, Qing Cang has traversed the heavens for millions of years and experienced countless life-and-death battles. With profound experience, he naturally has a backup plan and will never sit idly by and wait for death.
His eyes sharpened, and without further hesitation, he instantly unleashed his full potential. With a rapid wave of his divine brush, tens of thousands of dazzling divine stars flew out of his divine world and hovered in the starry sky.
These divine stars are all remnants of the gods who fell at his hands. Each one contains a rich power of death and shattered rules of the Great Dao, a testament to his lifelong slaughter.
Holding a divine brush, Qing Cang swiftly sketched runes, and tens of thousands of divine stars rotated, instantly transforming into a deadly array that sealed off the entire starry sky. Tian Yuan Wu Que unleashed his full spiritual power, and terrifying suppressive force pressed in from all directions, aiming to completely trap and refine Ming De within the array.
"Qing Cang, you are indeed an executioner with blood on your hands. No fewer than hundreds of True Gods and Realm Lords have fallen directly at your hands. Even the Holy Monk Sumeru suffered a great loss from this move of yours back then."
Mingde remained calm, showing no fear in his eyes, and his tone was somewhat cold, "However, today you have no other powerful figures from the Hell Realm to help you. You are all alone. Let's see how I break your divine power!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Mingde slowly took out an ancient Confucian and Taoist scroll. The scroll was inscribed with only the two characters "Spring and Autumn Annals," yet it contained the profound meaning of the great Dao accumulated over countless years.
Since joining the Temple of Time, Mingde has been able to access a vast amount of the mysteries of time, comprehend the true essence of the Great Dao of Time, and even mobilize countless divine materials of time within the Temple of Time. Murong Huan, wary of Mingde's strength and cunning, dared not confront him directly and could only allow Mingde to cultivate and refine supreme treasures within the Temple of Time.
This scroll of Spring and Autumn Annals is a Confucian and Taoist treasure that Mingde has recently crafted by exhausting his efforts and integrating Confucianism, Taoism, and the Great Way of Time. It contains the supreme mysteries of the birth and death of time and the changing of the years, and its power is boundless.
Mingde held the Spring and Autumn Annals in his hand, channeling both divine and spiritual power into it, causing the pages to slowly turn.
In an instant, the sound of rushing water filled the entire starry sky, a sound that had lasted for eternity and was long and lingering. Under Mingde's control, the river of time was directly manifested.
The river of time, spanning billions of miles of star field, is suspended in the starry sky. The sun, moon and stars rise and fall in the river. The birth and decay of all things, the changing of the years, and the ultimate truths of heaven and earth are all visible in the river. The profound meaning of time flows.
In terms of mastery of the Way of Time, Mingde is in no way inferior to the Seventy-Two Lotuses. At this moment, he can mobilize more than 30% of the Time Mysteries of the Temple of Time, plus the more than 10% of the Time Mysteries he comprehended himself. With this double blessing, Mingde, holding the Spring and Autumn Annals, seems to have transformed into the master who controls the years and time.
Upon seeing this, Qingcang's face turned completely black, and fear finally arose in his heart. He dared not hold back any longer and fully activated his divine power. Tens of thousands of divine stars rotated rapidly, unleashing billions of death rays that pierced through the starry river, carrying the power to destroy all heavens, intending to crush Mingde in one fell swoop and break the stalemate.
The terrifying power unleashed by tens of thousands of divine stars simultaneously was something that even peak Undying Limitless experts or even Heavenly Venerable level powerhouses dared not easily withstand.
But Mingde remained calm and composed, slowly turning the pages of the ancient Spring and Autumn Annals.
The river of time instantly surged with towering waves, its power gushing forth to devour and dissolve all the deathly divine light unleashed by Qing Cang, reducing it to nothingness. Immediately afterward, Ming De flicked his wrist, unleashing a strike with the Spring and Autumn Scroll. The power of time poured down, directly shattering Qing Cang's divine power, and tens of thousands of divine stars instantly crumbled and disintegrated.
After breaking the array's divine power, Mingde directly summoned the Spring and Autumn Scroll. The scroll floated in the starry sky, and billions of divine characters flew out from the scroll, intertwining and entwining to form a cage of time, intending to completely imprison and capture Qingcang!
Seeing this scene, Qing Cang finally understood that his soul was injured and his chances of winning were gone. He had no chance of defeating Ming De today. If he continued to fight, he would only end up like the Lord of the Death God Temple, being suppressed and refined.
Qingcang made a decisive decision and planned to retreat immediately!
He poured out all his remaining spiritual power, and with a fierce stroke of the Death and Life Brush in his hand, a void ravine tens of millions of miles long instantly appeared. The spacetime turbulence within the ravine temporarily resisted Mingde's prison of time.
Immediately, Qing Cang no longer lingered. He enveloped himself with his spiritual power, forcibly broke through the void, and fled into the void world. He transformed into a stream of light and fled the battlefield in a panic, not daring to stay for even a moment longer.