blogombal Chapter 49 Holy War 2
Chapter 49 Holy War 2
In the center of the meteorite belt, a shattered ancient star hangs in the desolate sea of stars, its shell cracked like a spider web. The sacred energy of the earth's veins has long been exhausted, leaving only traces of the Dao and the baleful aura left after the battle of the gods. The army of the Underworld Palace has set up camp here, its battle banners fluttering, stirring up star dust in the sky, and a chilling aura pervading the void.
Jiang Tianfang, dressed in a long black robe with gilded gold patterns, stood with his hands behind his back on the ruins. His gaze swept across the depths of the ruins, where a broken plaque, half-buried in the earth, was exposed. The gilding had peeled off, and the characters were blurred, but the two characters "Tian Xiao" still exuded an aura of domineering arrogance.
"The Heavenly Owl Palace..." Jiang Tianfang murmured to himself, his voice cold and desolate, "It seems that this place has a very deep connection with the Heavenly Owl War God of the Taiwei Realm. It's a pity that such a peerless hero fell at the hands of the Great God Yan."
Tianxiao War God was the number one person in the Great God Realm of the Taiwei Realm. His cultivation reached the peak of the Taixu Realm, and he ranked among the top five in the Great God Ranking of the Universe. His fame resounded throughout the ages. However, on the day the Taiwei Realm collapsed, he was besieged and killed by several Great Gods of the Temple of Destiny. He died from exhaustion and his soul returned to the star sea. His body and lineage were buried in the ruins of this star.
"Having traversed the universe for hundreds of thousands of years, in the end, we are nothing more than a handful of stardust, a wisp of remnant soul." Jiang Tianfang gazed at the devastated ruins of the ancient palace, his Dao heart stirred slightly, a touch of melancholy rising within him. "We cultivators defy the heavens, strive for the Great Dao, seek immortality, and fight to the death without end, but what is the ultimate meaning of all this?"
Before he could finish speaking, a divine thought message pierced through the air and landed between his eyebrows.
A Great Sage of the Underworld bowed respectfully, saying, "Young Master, the Lord of the Boundless Palace has ordered you to immediately intercept and kill a group of cultivators from the Primordial Realm. Not long ago, Cangya of the Dark Temple was defeated by them."
Jiang Tianfang frowned slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes: "A cultivator from the Primordial Realm... could it be from the mother realm of Xue Renxian, the number one on the Mortal World Peerless Ranking?"
"Indeed." The Great Sage of the Underworld replied in a deep voice, "The intelligence is conclusive. There are two demigods in that team, each with more than ten trillion Daos of Rules and Principles, and several Great Sages at the peak of the Ten Thousand Deaths and One Life Realm are also present. When Cangya fought with them, he was completely suppressed in less than a hundred rounds. All of the more than ten Great Sages of the Dark Temple who accompanied him died in battle, with no one surviving."
"Oh?" Jiang Tianfang's interest grew, and a cold smile appeared on his lips. "Interesting. I thought Xue Renxian was the only one worth fighting in the Primordial World, but I didn't expect there to be such a powerful figure hidden away."
He knew Cangya's strength well; even if he were to suppress him, it would take considerable effort. The fact that a group of Great Saints from the Primordial World could easily crush him was enough to prove his extraordinary foundation. Jiang Tianfang said no more, and waved his sleeve to order: "Form ranks, march, and search for the whereabouts of the people from the Primordial World."
In another part of the meteorite belt, star fragments piled up into a hideous stone forest, with bloody energy soaring into the sky and sacred remains scattered all over the ground.
Ni Xuan Wuji, the divine son of the Asura Temple, was clad in blood-stained crimson-gold battle armor, his long, fiery red hair flowing over his shoulders. In his hand he held a purple-gold halberd, an ancient treasure of the Asura Temple, its blade still dripping with the blood and fragments of the Great Sage's soul. He sat upright on a stone seat, slowly and methodically wiping the halberd's blade, his expression indifferent, as if he were merely dusting it off.
The ground was littered with the corpses of Great Saints, all from powerful beings of the Demon God Realm, Phoenix, Peacock, and Golden-Winged Roc clans, their sacred bones shattered and their sacred essence dried up. His mount, the Crimson Flame Qilin, raised its head and devoured the sacred body of a Great Saint from the Demon God Realm, its sacred blood staining its scales crimson, its ferocious flames raging. Within the stone forest, besides the cultivators of the Asura Temple headquarters, there were also Great Saints from the other ten temples of the Asura clan, who were clearing the battlefield and collecting spoils and corpses.
Chuck, the leader of the Azure Deer Temple, strode into the stone forest. His gaze swept over the holy bodies scattered everywhere, and his heart suddenly clenched, a chill penetrating his very soul.
"The Demon Dragon Emperor, the Peacock Emperor, the Golden Roc Emperor, the Heavenly Crocodile Emperor... all the top Great Saints from the Demon God Realm who participated in the battle have perished!" Chuck's heart was filled with shock. "Ni Xuan Wuji's strength has improved again..."
The Demon God Realm is the dominant world in the Southern Universe. This Holy War also sent a large number of mortal powerhouses to participate, with thousands of Great Saints gathering in the Meteorite Belt, hoping to seize opportunities and gain merit in battle. However, the Holy War had only been going on for a few days when they were ambushed by the eleven temples of the Asura Clan, and the entire army was wiped out, with not even a single Great Saint able to escape.
Chakja counted the corpses. On each demigod's body from the Demon God Realm, there was a halberd wound that pierced through the holy body—the unique mark of the Asura Purgatory Halberd. He then looked at Ni Xuan Wuji, who was calmly wiping his halberd on the stone seat with cold, blood-red eyes, and his fear intensified. This boy was ruthless and unpredictable, and his strength had probably surpassed that of Yan Fuxu, the number one mortal in the Hell Realm.
Composing himself, Chuck bowed deeply, his posture extremely humble: "Divine Son Wuji, the Azure Deer God-King has ordered you to focus your efforts on the teams from the Primordial Realm. Xue Renxian is a representative figure of the current Yuanhui, with heaven-defying combat power. My Azure Deer Divine Palace alone may not be able to contend with him. I implore you, Divine Son, to take action."
He was filled with trepidation, yet also certain that, out of respect for the Azure Deer God King, Ni Xuan Wuji would not easily refuse.
Ni Xuan Wuji slightly raised his blood-red eyes, the halberd's edge paused, and he spoke calmly: "Xue Renxian... does have the qualifications to die under this divine son's Purgatory Halberd. Since the God King has given the order, this divine son naturally agrees."
He sheathed the Purgatory Halberd, and his bloodthirsty aura surged. With a command, the army of the Asura Temple and the forces of the Azure Deer Temple merged, transforming into a blood-red torrent that rushed out of the stone forest and headed straight for the area where cultivators from the Primordial World might appear.
At the same time, in the Yama clan's camp.
Yan Fuxu, the representative of the Yuanhui, the number one secular person in the Hell Realm, and the current eldest son of the Yama Clan of the Outer Heavens, also received orders from the high-ranking members of his clan to besiege the Primordial Realm and kill Xue Renxian.
Yan Fuxu, clad in silver-white battle armor and wielding a silver halberd, possessed an exceptionally handsome face. A silver mark between his brows, like a divine stigma, added a touch of devilish charm and a hint of domineering arrogance. Upon hearing the message, a smile of disdain and competitiveness tugged at the corners of his lips.
"Father God actually ordered us to deal with the ants of the Primordial Realm? My original plan was to first eliminate those hypocrites of the Heavenly Realm and seize their fortune and resources." Yan Fuxu toyed with his halberd, his tone cold and arrogant. "I just received news that Ni Xuan Wuji has led the Asura Clan to annihilate the Demon God Realm's army. The Demon Dragon Emperor's soul was shattered by his halberd, and the Great Saints of the Demon God Realm are almost all dead. How can I, Yan Fuxu, lose to him?"
He and Ni Xuan Wuji had been locked in a fierce battle since the Saint Realm, fighting all the way to the Great Saint and then to the Demigod Realm, with each side winning half the battle. However, Yanfuxu had always considered himself superior. Now that Ni Xuan Wuji had rendered meritorious service in destroying the world's army, if he could not annihilate a world-dominating powerhouse, it would be as if he had fallen behind before even stepping into the God Realm.
Yan Liang, the fourth son of the Yama clan, stepped forward with a smile: "Elder brother, the Father God's order cannot be disobeyed. The destruction of the Heavenly Realm can be postponed for later discussion. The most urgent matter is to meet with Xue Renxian. It will be a good opportunity for all realms to see who is stronger, the number one on the Mortal World's Peerless Ranking or the number one on our Hell Realm's Divine Heir Ranking."
"Well said." Yan Fuxu's eyes blazed with fighting spirit. He immediately ordered, "Abandon the ambush on the Heavenly Realm, and move out with the entire army to search for and kill all cultivators in the Primordial Realm! Anyone who dares to block our way will be killed without mercy!"
The thousand great saints of the Yama clan swept through the meteorite belt like a silver tide, causing stardust to fly everywhere they passed, the laws of the Dao to roar, and their fierce power to awe all directions.
Three top geniuses from the Hell Realm simultaneously locked onto the Primordial Realm, while the Primordial Realm faction remained unaware that a deadly trap had been quietly laid.
In the hidden airspace of the meteorite belt, several dukes of the Tang Empire and several marquises of the Han Empire have successfully reunited. Huang Xianlu, the sect leader of the Chess Sect, has also arrived with his sect's powerful members. With the three forces gathered, there are dozens of Great Saint Realm experts, including six Supreme Realm experts. This formidable force makes Duke Wei and his group feel confident that they can directly confront a single race's army from the Hell Realm.
The group had reached a consensus and had a clear objective: to first eliminate the remaining three powerful figures of the Dark Temple, completely remove the Dark Temple from the Meteorite Belt battlefield, and establish its authority across all realms.
After agreeing on the tactics, Duke Wei looked at Huang Xianlu with a solemn expression: "Sect Leader Huang, there is another thorny matter. That woman from the Dark Temple has cultivated her spiritual power to the sixty-ninth and a halfth level. Our spiritual power is inferior to hers, so we cannot forcibly search souls or extract information. To extract information or control souls, we can only trouble Sect Leader to take action."
Huang Xianlu is the master of the Chess Sect. He is skilled in both divine and martial arts, and his spiritual power is the foundation of his existence. He has also cultivated to the level of sixty-nine and a half, making him one of the top spiritual power masters.
He stroked his beard and chuckled, confident and composed: "A piece of cake. I will first use the Heavenly Chessboard to lock her holy soul and suppress her realm, knocking her down to the sixty-ninth level; then I will play the Xiaoxiang Water and Cloud Melody to capture her mind and control her soul with the laws of music. I am not afraid that she will not reveal the whereabouts of the rest of the Dark Temple's team."
Duke Wei nodded, raised his hand and summoned the Seven-Aperture Exquisite Pagoda, which emitted a seven-colored, exquisite light. The pagoda door opened, and Cangya, who had been suppressed inside, was pulled out by the holy power. His entire body's Dao principles were sealed, and his holy soul was weak, but his eyes were still cold and sharp, revealing the arrogance of the dead race.
The Seven-Aperture Exquisite Pagoda, as a Buddhist treasure, has the power to convert and calm the soul. However, the Duke of Wei's spiritual strength was far inferior to that of Cangya, so it was difficult to shake his mind.
Seeing this, Huang Xianlu raised his hand and took out a chessboard with flowing black and white colors and an aura of Daoist energy. With a flick of his finger, dozens of chess pieces shot out from the air, like stars in formation, and directly struck Cangya's brow. The chess pieces landed on his holy soul, instantly creating an unsolvable dead end. Cangya's spiritual power surged into the chessboard like a burst dam, and his cultivation level plummeted.
Immediately afterwards, Huang Xianlu took out an ancient purple bamboo flute, held it to his lips, and slowly began to play.
The clear, ethereal sound of the flute, like clouds and mist, like the night rain of the Xiang River, contained a soul-capturing spiritual power that instantly invaded Cangya's consciousness, dismantling and completely controlling his will. In just a few breaths, Cangya's eyes became vacant, his body stiff, and he became a puppet at Huang Xianlu's mercy.
"Master Huang's Confucianism, Taoism, and spiritual cultivation are truly unfathomable. He managed to subdue a Death Clan Celestial Master so easily!" Duke Lu of the Great Tang Dynasty exclaimed, his eyes shining with admiration. However, his gaze involuntarily fell on Cangya's curvaceous and beautiful body, his eyes burning with undisguised passion.
"Alright, Old Cheng, tone it down!" Duke E, with a golden whip at his waist, a long spear in his hand, and a full beard, pulled Duke Lu back and scolded him in a low voice, "The gods from beyond the realms and cultivators from all worlds are watching the battle. Your behavior is a disgrace to our Primordial Realm and the Great Tang Empire! Once we extract the information, if Duke Wei is willing to reward her, then you can have her. The most urgent task is to launch a surprise attack on the remnants of the Dark Temple, based on Cang Ya's confession. After this battle, our Great Tang will surely be renowned throughout the myriad realms and its might will shake the heavens!"
Duke Lu chuckled and looked away, but his heart was still itching with desire.
Outside the meteorite belt, the gods of the primordial world's main camp, who were watching the ceremony, all had amused expressions and looked at Emperor Tang, who was sitting upright to the side.
The joy on the Emperor's face, which had been tinged with delight at the successive victories of his subordinate dukes, instantly froze, turning ashen with embarrassment.
Upon seeing this, Emperor Wu, one of the ten great emperors of the Kunlun Realm, laughed loudly and said, "Emperor Tang, there's no need to take it to heart. Duke Lu is a man of strong character, unrestrained and bold. He has cultivated for less than a thousand years, yet he has already reached the peak of the Ten Thousand Deaths and One Life Realm. His talent is astonishing, and in the future, powerful clans will surely come to him for marriage alliances. As for a mere captured woman from the Dead Clan, let him have her if he wants her; it's no big deal. The most urgent task is to quickly defeat the various Great Saints of the Hell Realm and stabilize the battle situation in the Meteorite Belt."
Emperor Tang quickly cupped his hands, his expression softening slightly: "I'm sorry to have made Senior Yang laugh. It's all because I haven't been strict enough in disciplining him, which has brought shame to the Primordial World."
Emperor Wu waved his hand, his tone indifferent: "In the cultivation world, strength is paramount; these are all minor matters. Duke Lu possesses exceptional talent and a promising future; there's no need to be overly critical."
Within the battlefield, Duke Wei, Huang Xianlu, and others had extracted all the intelligence from Cangya, gaining complete knowledge of the locations and strength configurations of the remaining Dark Temple teams. Without further delay, the auras of dozens of Great Saints merged, with six Supreme Realm Great Saints holding the central position. Their holy power intertwined to form an indestructible battle formation, and they launched a full-speed assault on the star field where one of the Dark Temple teams was located.
They were full of vigor and confidence, unaware that three top-tier killing intents from the underworld had already locked onto their location and were rapidly approaching.