pertwk Chapter 63 God War
Chapter 63 God War
In the Taiwei Realm battlefield, with the all-out clash between the gods of Heaven and Hell, endless flames of war, capable of burning down entire galaxies, were once again ignited. Divine radiance and demonic flames intertwined, rules shattered, the Great Dao wailed, and billions of miles of star fields became a graveyard for the gods' battles.
The newly ascended gods of the Primordial Realm joined the battle alongside the Western Buddhist Realm. However, because they had all recently become gods and their foundations were still shallow, they could only be assigned to the outermost edge of the battlefield, serving as the outer defensive line, and were simply unable to step into the inner area where the great gods clashed.
The entire starfield battlefield is divided into three strict zones. The outermost zone is the battlefield of the True Gods of the Heaven-Mending Realm, where thousands of True Gods and False Gods from Heaven and Hell fight endlessly, their divine blood spilling across the void.
The innermost layer is the battlefield of the Great Gods of the Taizhen Realm, where Great Gods of the Taiyi, Taibai, and Taixu levels roam freely, each strike capable of shattering stars and rewriting the star field's landscape.
At the very core is the exclusive battlefield of the supreme beings of the Boundless Realm. The aftershocks of the battle there are enough to instantly annihilate all living beings below the level of Great God, and no one dares to approach it easily.
At this moment, in both the outer Heaven-Mending Realm battlefield and the inner Taizhen Realm battlefield, the Heavenly Court Realm side is completely at a disadvantage.
Unlike the Great Saint Realm, every cultivator who can cross the divine barrier and attain godhood is a true genius, one in a billion across all the heavens and myriad realms. To defeat someone of the same level in the God Realm, or even fight across realms, is no longer about relying on the methods used in the Saint Realm, but rather about comparing the strength of one's divine path refinement, the number of profound mysteries of the main Dao cultivated, and the supernatural powers comprehended.
Only geniuses like Xue Jue and Huang Tian, who are at the Yuanhui level, can comprehend the second-grade saintly intent in the Great Saint Realm and transform into a second-grade divine path after becoming a god. Their foundation is so profound that it is terrifying. Even in the divine realm, they still possess heaven-defying combat power to slay enemies across borders.
In contrast, the vast majority of the gods in the Primordial World are only True Gods at the Heaven-Mending Realm, with most being mid-level or lower-level gods. There are only a handful of Great Gods at the Supreme True Realm, and they were only brought in by Zhenyu from various vassal forces to maintain appearances. Their combat strength is mediocre and they are not of great use at all.
Back in the Holy Realm era, the cultivators of the Primordial World suppressed the three races of the Hell Realm. But when the Divine Realm arrived, the situation was completely reversed. The gods of the three races of the Hell Realm were like tigers and wolves among sheep, chasing after the gods of the Primordial World and slaughtering them madly.
The Dark Temple, in particular, dispatched nearly a hundred True Gods at the Heaven-Mending Realm to besiege the remaining dozen or so True Gods of the Primordial World like hungry wolves, relentlessly slaughtering them. If it weren't for the divine artifacts bestowed upon True Emperor Dao, Martial Emperor, and others by Mingde, they would probably have been forced to self-destruct, perishing and their souls extinguished.
"Why are you so fixated on us? In this vast battlefield, is it only my Primordial Realm that has a grudge against your Dark Temple?!"
The Three Absolute True Monarchs of the Primordial Realm roared angrily, their voices filled with frustration and despair. They never expected that the Dark Temple would mobilize so many True Gods specifically to surround and intercept their flanking force, leaving them in an extremely dire situation.
In the Dark Temple's Spirit Hall, the Black Sheep Spirit God stood proudly in the void, holding a black staff imbued with supreme Daoist energy. The tip of the staff spewed forth billowing, world-destroying black mist, like a falling curtain of the sky, surrounding the gods of the primordial world layer by layer, cutting off all their escape routes.
As one of the top-ranked experts in the Spirit God Hall, Black Sheep Spirit God possesses a spiritual power of up to level seventy-eight and martial arts cultivation that has reached the peak of the Upper God realm. He is a top-tier expert below the Great Gods of the Hell Realm, and ordinary Upper Gods are no match for him.
Most of the gods in the Primordial Realm achieved godhood quickly with the help of the Demon Emperor Ling Che's time-space treasures. Their cultivation periods were at most tens of thousands of years, and their foundations were worlds apart from those of the true gods of the Hell Realm who had cultivated for over a hundred thousand years. Now, surrounded by the Black Sheep Spirit God and his forces, they could only passively endure the attacks, their divine bodies constantly crumbling, and their divine sources violently fluctuating.
"All the gods of the primordial world, I advise you to surrender as soon as possible."
While suppressing the darkness with black mist, the Black Sheep Spirit God used a secret demonic sound technique, his voice penetrating the gods' souls, gently enticing them to awaken the darkness and greed within their hearts: "I observe that you possess considerable talent. My Dark Temple is all-encompassing and thirsts for talent. As long as you pledge allegiance to my Temple Master, with his great wisdom and ambition, he will surely not mistreat you, bestowing upon you supreme status and endless resources!"
Before he could finish speaking, Ling Feng of the Moon Worshiping Demon Sect, caught in the encirclement, suddenly spat out a mouthful of pitch-black divine blood, his divine body trembling violently. His eyes were bloodshot, and the fire of revenge burned fiercely in his heart. He desperately mobilized all his divine power and unleashed his most powerful secret technique.
Unparalleled demonic energy roared out from his body, condensing into a gigantic demonic wolf that blotted out the sky. The wolf's howl shattered the starry sky and forced several true gods of the Dark Temple beside him to retreat several steps.
Upon hearing the Black Sheep Spirit God's words of persuasion, Ling Feng's dark eyes surged with violent energy. Six giant stone tablets, engraved with profound magical patterns, stretched across the sky and hovered behind him, radiating a demonic power that suppressed all ages, thus empowering him.
He suddenly struck out with his palm, and the endless rules of palm technique surged. The palm print transformed into a dark demonic moon that covered the sky. The Taiyin divine power froze a space of 100,000 miles. With the power to slay gods and destroy the Dao, it sent several true gods of the Dark Temple flying and then rushed straight towards the Black Sheep Spirit God's true form.
"It's actually a boundless divine technique!"
Black Sheep Spirit God's expression changed drastically. He dared not be careless in the slightest. He activated the Supreme Sacred Artifact Staff in his hand with all his might. The divine light burst forth, and endless black mist condensed into a black mist dragon tens of thousands of feet long. The dragon's claws tore through the sky and hovered in front of him, directly confronting Demon Moon.
However, Ling Feng's Demon Moon Palm Print, with its extremely cold Yin energy, spread rapidly along the black dragon's body like ancient ice, freezing and encasing it inch by inch.
The demonic moon rose into the sky, its radiance shifted, and then crashed down with a deafening roar. The black dragon shattered on the spot, turning into a sky full of black mist that dissipated.
"I underestimated you, a junior!"
The Black Sheep Spirit God was both shocked and furious. He swung his staff again, and a deathly divine light, condensed to its extreme, burst forth, instantly engulfing the Demon Moon and completely annihilating Ling Feng's earth-shattering attack.
"To have cultivated a top-tier, boundless divine technique to such a level while only at the mid-level god realm, your talent truly puts me to shame. But with just this much skill, you are far from capable of defeating me!"
Although Ling Feng broke through to godhood with the help of Demon Emperor Ling Che, and then secluded himself in the Time and Space Treasure for tens of thousands of years to stabilize his mid-level god realm, the gap in strength between him and Black Sheep Spirit God, an old monster and top-level true god, was still as vast as an insurmountable chasm.
Seeing his strongest attack easily broken, Ling Feng's flames of revenge burned even brighter. He stared intently at the Black Sheep Spirit God, secretly swearing a blood oath to cut off this man's head and avenge his dear friend who had fallen at his hands.
The Black Sheep Spirit God felt a chill run down his spine under Ling Feng's murderous gaze, but he didn't take it to heart. He had been conquering the heavens for ten thousand years, slaughtering countless beings; he was already burdened with a mountain of debts. In his view, as long as he proceeded steadily, he would surely break through to the Tai Zhen realm and ascend to the position of a Great God within a thousand years. A mid-level god with shallow foundations could be wiped out with a flick of his hand and was not worth fearing at all.
"Gentlemen, these barbarians from the primordial realm are ungrateful and stubborn. Let's not waste our breath! Form the formation and annihilate them completely!"
In the Hall of Ghosts and Gods of the Dark Temple, the Ghost God Su Xi roared fiercely. He was one of the most powerful True Gods in the Dark Temple present, having once fought a Great God of the Tai Zhen Realm head-on without defeat. He wielded the Dark Temple's ancient treasure, the Dark Domain Heavenly Net, which possessed boundless power. The True Emperor of the Dao and others were so severely restrained by this treasure that they cried out in agony, and several True Gods of the Primordial World nearly perished.
Upon hearing the command of the spirit god Su Xi, several high-ranking true gods of the Dark Temple quickly gathered and joined forces with him to form the forbidden array of the Dark Temple to suppress gods, the "Myriad Fiends Netherfire Refining God Temple Array".
As array patterns appeared, pitch-black fiery flames burned the starry sky, and an aura of world destruction locked onto the gods of the primordial world, chilling them to the bone as if they had fallen into an abyss.
"Not good! Fellow Daoists in the Primordial Realm are in imminent danger! We must rush to their aid immediately!" A True God from the Feng family in the Pangu Realm witnessed this scene and his expression changed drastically. He immediately set off to provide assistance.
"Hahaha, you can't even protect yourselves, yet you dare to worry about others? Take this!" A true god of the underworld instantly blocked his way, his blade shattering the starry sky, forcing the true god of the Feng family to focus solely on self-preservation, leaving him with no energy to care for others.
"Damn it, this is the Dark Temple's Myriad Fiend Netherfire Refining God Temple Array!"
The Eight Trigrams Sect's Yanfeng Daojun recognized the formation at a glance, his face turning deathly pale: "This formation is incomparably ferocious. With the combined power of a hundred True Gods, its power is enough to slay a Great God! We must break through immediately, otherwise, once the formation is complete, the Myriad Fiends Netherfire will engulf us, and everyone will be annihilated, body and soul."
The True Emperor and the Martial Emperor acted decisively, leading the gods of the Primordial World in a desperate counterattack.
The True Emperor activated his innate Daoist techniques and unleashed one of his cultivated divine powers, transforming it into a Yin-Yang Taiji diagram. Like a curtain covering the sky, it stood in front of the formation, resisting the ferocious attacks of the gods of the Dark Temple. The Taiji flowed, dissipating the endless divine power.
The Emperor Wu's spear pierced the heavens, its power enhanced by both the profound mysteries of spear techniques and the flowing light technique, unleashing a god-slaying strike. The spear's light pierced through several true gods of the Dark Temple, causing divine blood to splatter.
The two fought desperately and finally managed to tear a gap in the encirclement.
Upon seeing this, the gods of the primordial world felt a glimmer of hope and urged their remaining divine power to frantically break through the gap.
True Emperor Qing came from the Taiji Dao, and Martial Emperor came from the Martial Market Academy. Both were representatives of the Primordial World Yuanhui, possessing exceptional talent and having cultivated for tens of thousands of years in the Time-Space Treasure, they are now both mid-level gods. In particular, True Emperor Qing possesses a divine artifact, and the combat power he unleashes far exceeds that of his peers, catching the gods of the Dark Temple completely off guard.
Unfortunately, the number of true gods in the Dark Temple was simply too great, constantly filling the gaps like a tidal wave. The breaches were sealed off in an instant, and the gods of the Primordial World ultimately failed to break through and were once again trapped.
On the other side, Mingde was being besieged by several top experts from the Hell Realm, including Qingcang and the Blue Elf, and was already preoccupied with his own survival. When he saw the gods of the Primordial Realm in dire straits, he immediately sensed something was wrong and became extremely anxious.
Although he had already given the True Emperor a divine artifact for protection, the overall foundation of the gods in the Primordial World was too shallow. Under the siege of a hundred True Gods of the Dark Temple, even the divine artifact could not provide complete protection.
That fleeting look of anxiety was instantly captured by Qing Cang.
"Mingde, your mind is in turmoil." Qing Cang's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Are you worried that those newly born gods of the Primordial Realm will be devoured by the Dark Temple? It seems these people are all connected to you."
With a sweep of his divine brush, Qing Cang unleashed a torrent of death rules, causing them to surge and coalesce into a vast river of death that stretched across the starry sky, causing billions of miles of space to churn. Countless death rules transformed into incomparably sharp divine blades, charging madly toward Ming De, intent on tearing him to pieces.
At the same time, the Lord of the Underworld Palace, the War God Underworld Lord, and the Lord of the Underworld City formed a triangular attack circle, unleashing their full power and pushing the Eight Scrolls of Underworld Law to their limit. The Underworld Ancestor Divine Image, which the three combined to form, was hundreds of millions of miles high. Together with the image of the Underworld City, it pressed down with overwhelming force, an attack that even an Undying Boundless Realm expert would find difficult to break.
Mingde instantly felt an unprecedented suffocating pressure.
The Smurfs alone were enough to give him a huge headache, but old man Coro was feigning injury and refusing to come out. The task of stopping Qing Cang, which he should have been the one to deal with, was now also on his shoulders. Fighting alone against several top experts from the Hell Realm, each of them a tough nut to crack, left him extremely frustrated.
"Fine, I have no choice but to fight with all my might!"
Mingde sighed, his righteous aura and divine radiance erupting simultaneously. The Confucian Ancestor's Sacred Book and other supreme treasures floated around him, and several top-notch divine techniques and mental combat methods were unleashed at the same time, clashing head-on with Qingcang and the others.
The Smurfs' spiritual power had already reached level ninety-two 50,000 years ago, and they led the siege of the Holy Monk Sumeru. Their strength was terrifying. Mingde could only rely on his full set of god-level equipment to barely withstand them and was forced to retreat step by step.
The battle fluctuations from their battlefield were so violent that they distorted spacetime and affected billions of miles of star fields. The dozen or so Heavenly Court and Hellish Boundless Realm God Kings and God Venerables who were originally fighting nearby were forced back by this terrifying aftershock, fearing that they would be caught in it and suffer undeserved disaster.
The Thousand Star God Ancestor was engaged in a fierce battle with the Dark Temple Master, Boundless, and unleashed a powerful divine ability, temporarily repelling Boundless. His gaze turned to the Mingde battlefield, a hint of anxiety flashing in his divine eyes.
Mingde is crucial to their faction's grand plan to re-establish themselves in the heavens. If they are surrounded and killed by Qingcang and others here, it will be an unbearable blow to their faction.
The Thousand Star God Ancestor immediately wanted to leave and rush to the aid, but as soon as his intention was revealed, it was noticed by Wubian.
Wubian sneered, his hand grabbing through the air, gathering endless dark power into a dark divine blade that could cleave through the galaxy, slashing towards the Thousand Star God Ancestor, forcefully holding him back, and the two entangled in battle once more.
The Heavenly Court's powerful figures, such as the Lord of the Hall of Truth and the Ancestor of the Big Dipper, were also tightly restrained by their counterparts from the Hell Realm, making it impossible for them to spare any attention.
Mingde was suddenly plunged into a desperate situation of isolation and helplessness.
The Undying Blood Clan's War God, Xuan Tian, observed coldly, taking in the unpredictable events unfolding on the battlefield. His gaze swept over the various gods of the Heavenly Realm, then fell upon the Shang Ancestor, who was locked in fierce combat with Gong Xuanzang. He instantly understood, inwardly scoffing, "What a clever scheme! Even now, these people of the Heavenly Realm haven't forgotten to eliminate their rivals!"
Within the Heavenly Realm factions, figures like Yu Dongxuan of the Temple of Light and the Immortal Lord appeared to be fighting against the powerful figures of the Hell Realm, but their eyes remained fixed on the Mingde Battlefield, meaning they were only going through the motions.
The hellish deity who fought against them had already realized the truth and secretly sneered. At the same time, he felt sorry for Mingde, thinking that with such a backstabbing "ally," he would probably die today.
Mingde barely withstood Qingcang's attack, his divine body trembled violently, and he instantly realized the Heavenly Realm's vicious plan.
He was furious. These despicable people, facing a formidable enemy, didn't think of fighting against Hell together, but instead plotted to eliminate him. This reminded him of the saying, "To repel external enemies, one must first pacify internal strife." Unlike Hell, Mingde's rise had genuinely threatened their position in Heaven, and its influence on the allocation of Western resources was something Heaven could not tolerate.
"Fortunately, I've been wary of your Heavenly Realm from the very beginning!"
A fierce glint flashed in Mingde's eyes. The situation had deteriorated to the extreme. If he didn't use his trump card soon, who knew how many more people would perish here today.
He suddenly unleashed his righteous energy, and a dazzling divine sun shot out, forcing back the powerful enemies in front of him. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he took out a pure white communication jade tablet, and crushed it with his fingertips!
In the distance, the Shang Ancestor, who was engaged in fierce battle, immediately noticed the familiar Daoist rhyme on the jade tablet, and his expression suddenly darkened.
The moment the jade tablet shattered, a terrifying power spread out, tearing apart space and time. A tunnel spanning a star field opened out of thin air, deep and unfathomable, leaving all the powerful figures present astonished and unable to react.
The next moment, a figure slowly walked out of the tunnel.
This person was dressed in a simple white robe, with an extremely handsome face and a gentle temperament, yet he possessed an unparalleled majesty that suppressed all ages. Several small brocade pouches were casually tucked into his waistband. They seemed unremarkable, but they made the temperature of the entire Taiwei Realm seem to drop to freezing point.
The moment the God of War, the Lord of the Underworld, and the others sensed that aura, their expressions changed drastically, their pupils contracted sharply, as if they had seen the most terrifying being. They retreated frantically in a panic, not daring to get any closer.
Qing Cang's expression also changed drastically. He immediately withdrew all his attacks, rode the stars to move tens of thousands of miles, and stared intently at the white-robed man as if facing a formidable enemy, confronting him.