The Cultivator of Yin and Yang, impervious to water and fire, capable of traversing metal and stone, once soared his divine consciousness into the Void with merely a thought. Time itself could not sever him, his physical form reaching the peak of strength — yet here, he disintegrated!
Liu Shen pointed one finger to the heavens, and another to the earth, his divine seal naturally formed, slowly closing together, radiating boundless Dao power, and utterly destroyed him!
One must understand — the Cultivator of Yin and Yang had cultivated for an endless span of time, belonging to the most ancient generation, his might unparalleled, feared even by the Lords of sects. Yet in the end, he was slain just like this.
The red mist scattered, and a small figure clad in both black and white erupted forth, attempting to escape — this was the Cultivator’s Yuan Shen, his soul shielded by the Dual Cosmic Energies, not immediately obliterated.
Yet, no matter how immortal it seemed, untouched by time, in this moment, it had already become a fish stranded upon a dry lakebed, leaping for but an instant before collapsing once more, its body cracking.
The might of Liu Shen’s divine seal remained — its residual waves rippling like water, continuing to spread. The soul struggled briefly before exploding into fragments, dissolving into dual streams of black and white qi, vanishing into the air.
A great titan tasted bitter defeat, his form and spirit utterly annihilated!
The moment his physical body shattered, this fate had already been sealed.
All present trembled — the legendary Cultivator of Yin and Yang, a being that shook the ages, had perished here, in this lowly realm, beyond anyone’s expectation.
In an instant, several figures moved, reaching forward to seize the two-tiered bone pagoda, a supreme treasure now ownerless.
Xiao Ta grew enraged; this was once its own lost body, severed during the ancient war. Now was the perfect time to reunite — how dare others dare lay hands upon it?
With a slight tremor, the pagoda shone brilliantly, its surface pure and luminous, unleashing chaotic sword beams against those who sought to claim it. To seize its body was to invite destruction — it would fight unto death.
A golden physique materialized — a palm struck down, colliding with the chaos sword beams, ringing out like gongs, emitting sparks. Indeed, this was the Western Sect’s Lord, his body transformed into a golden Dharmakaya of immeasurable might.
He extended his hand once more, grasping directly toward the two-tiered pagoda, enduring the chaotic beams. One must understand — any single such beam of sword qi could cleave the wilderness itself.
“Chi!”
Xiao Ta trembled, and chaos sword qi pierced the heavens. A star beyond the mortal realm was struck and began to plummet, its descent sending shivers through the crowd — such was the terrifying might.
“Chi!”
Dozens of black feathers emerged, towering like mountains into the sky. In truth, they were incredibly sharp, transforming into massive sword forms to counter the chaotic beams.
It was a strange avian — a small, black bird only a foot long, its feathers flowing like a black sun. The divine feathers it summoned were astonishingly sharp, colliding with the chaotic beams in resounding clangs.
“The Black-Gold Qijue!” Xiao Ta roared.
This was a rare beast, not formed of flesh and blood, but born from a black-gold ore deposit — an ultimate celestial spirit nurtured by heaven and earth, feared even in the Upper Realm.
The black-gold bird surged upward, extending its talons to seize the two-tiered pagoda.
Xiao Ta grew alarmed and furious, its strength faltering momentarily. The golden Dharmakaya was simply too indestructible — the Western Sect’s Lord was among the mightiest beings in the Upper Realm, standing immovable before it.
“Peng!”
The black-gold Qijue and golden Dharmakaya clashed fiercely — claw and palm colliding, both vying for the two-tiered pagoda. Radiant, dazzling light erupted between them.
The Western Sect’s Lord radiated divine essence, his golden glow like a blazing sun filling the skies. The Qijue cried out piercingly, like metals grinding together, furiously flapping its wings, its black feathers sweeping forth sword qi like rainbows. Yet it suffered damage — the golden Dharmakaya sent it recoiling, its black-gold feathers damaged, blood trickling forth.
Without a doubt, this was a chaotic melee!
Others beyond them also joined the struggle.
“Boom!”
Chaotic energy surged, and a divine instrument descended, exuding boundless radiance, enveloping the two-tiered pagoda.
Another great figure entered the fray — striding forward, he wielded a sacred disk, albeit cracked and incomplete, its might astonishing. This was a supreme treasure, no stranger to battle.
In the Xushen Realm, Shi Hao had once faced a flame-wielding opponent wielding a fragment of it.
And during the first great cosmic calamity, this very disk had appeared, subduing all beings, its divine power formidable despite being greatly damaged. Yet it instilled dread in all great beings.
“The Wheel of Samsara!” Xiao Ta gasped.
It understood that the vague figure was no ordinary foe — wielding this disk could open the boundary of life and death, casting beings into cycles of rebirth, a terror beyond reckoning.
Xiao Ta trembled slightly, and myriad figures emerged upon its body — creatures like the Taotie, Jin Wu, and Pixiu — manifesting as Dao markings, rushing forth to clash with that dim silhouette.
It knew that if this two-tiered pagoda fell into the hands of one who controlled the Wheel of Samsara, it would be trapped in endless rebirth, never to return.
At this moment, the Taotie roared, devouring all; the Jin Wu soared across the sky like a blazing sun — Xiao Ta had gone berserk, shaking off the black-gold Qijue, leaping past the Dharmakaya, charging forward.
“Boom!”
It clashed head-on with the Wheel of Samsara, the impact shaking the heavens.
Within the chaos, the Jin Wu cried out, the Taotie raged — opposing the figure wielding the Wheel of Samsara, the battlefield boiling over.
Liu Shen was not idle — though others restrained him — a Bull-riding master approached leisurely, a celestial sword on his back, wreathed in auspicious radiance, shaking the heavens.
The ancient bull was slow — its projection had once been severed during the last great battle. Yet the rider atop did not attack, only radiating an aura of inexplicable might.
Moreover, the three true forms of the Immortal Tianzun joined the fray, equating to three great beings striking together, prolonging the battle into a drawn-out contest.
Naturally, another grave threat emerged — a vast, blurred bell appeared in the ninth heaven, its mouth aimed directly at Liu Shen, poised to descend and crush him.
Its master wielded peerless magical might — in the previous great calamity, he had even laid a trap to slay an Upper Realm Overlord, all to obtain supreme divine blood for nurturing a divine root.
He possessed the greatest divine root in the Upper Realm — this alone proved his terrifying might, placing him among the most powerful beings.
Ripples spread outward, bell waves expanding alongside chaotic energy, enveloping the battlefield in an immense pressure.
At this moment, Xiao Ta had gone mad, its power surging like an imperial sovereign commanding the heavens, unleashing Taotie, Jin Wu, and others to assault the Wheel of Samsara.
Suddenly, a vast chant echoed — the Dharmakaya, shaking off the Qijue, arrived and seized the two-tiered pagoda.
The others immediately snarled, the black-gold Qijue soaring into the air, diving down to strike the Western Sect’s Master. The vague silhouette, now relinquishing Xiao Ta, charged forward instead.
Xiao Ta watched as its own body was within reach yet unclaimed, unable to fuse back together. Rage boiled within, shattering Void, rushing forward.
Others also moved — the bull-riding figure drew his sword, cleaving down, while the great bell above radiated a brilliant divine light from the skies.
“Hmph?”
The Western Sect’s Master was surprised — the two-tiered pagoda had slipped from his grasp, the yin-yang energies rising from it immense, so potent that if not for his immortal golden Dharmakaya being among the most indomitable divine forms in existence, his hand would have shattered in the moment before.
The two-tiered bone pagoda possessed its own will, swiftly descending.
“Return!” Xiao Ta cried, attempting to summon it.
Yet the pagoda resisted its call. With a mighty tremor, it shattered the Void yet again, seeking to flee.
“Dang!”
Suddenly, the Five Elements Mountain flew forth and descended, striking the two-tiered pagoda.
At the same time, the other great beings also unleashed their Dao laws, sweeping into the pagoda’s body, attempting to extinguish its resistance and claim it for themselves.
The Cultivator of Yin and Yang was dead — now, the treasure was unclaimed, an opportune moment for subjugation.
In a single moment, no less than six beams of light struck down upon it, finally scattering its willpower — no matter how mighty it was, it could no longer withstand such overwhelming force.
Xiao Ta was not concerned — for this will was never truly its own. Long ago, when it had shattered, it had sealed its own true soul within the fourth tier of the pagoda. This current will was likely a divine spirit nurtured by the Cultivator of Yin and Yang.
“Now is the moment!” Liu Shen transmitted his voice, intervening to aid Xiao Ta as the pagoda’s true soul was scattered — the perfect chance for unification had arrived.
But now was also the most chaotic moment — all combatants surged forward, even the great bell descending from the celestial heights, bearing the might to subdue the ages.
“Boom!”
Liu Shen repelled his surrounding foes, his entire being radiating light — one brilliant sphere after another emerged, embodying the 3,000 Worlds in motion, filled with boundless chants of divine worship.
This was the path he had traversed, the Dao he had once walked — fused together, this awe-inspiring might shook the ancient and modern worlds alike!
With a fluttering battle robe, Liu Shen charged forward fearlessly — the 3,000 Worlds surging and fading like immortal fires burning, lifting him above the celestial realms, standing alone at the summit.
His might expanded outward, Liu Shen arrived at the heart of battle, reaching out to seize the two-tiered pagoda to aid Xiao Ta.
Yet, others remained formidable — the golden Dharmakaya and the master of the Wheel of Samsara, among others, were terrifying beings.
Of course, the greatest current threat was the great bell — for it was now closest. Its bell mouth shone with light, nearly drawing in the two-tiered pagoda.
Liu Shen’s white-robed form danced in the wind — he extended one hand forward, and from it flew one crystalline palm print after another — each resembling a real hand, all striking the bell’s outer surface.
“Dang!”
The bell waves scattered, the sound piercing the skies, shaking every soul present — this was no ordinary bell, but one of the most intact and powerful artifacts in existence, of shocking origins.
Each of Liu Shen’s crystalline palms slammed into the bell’s body — to the horror of all present, the ancient bell’s surface bore one indentation after another — marks of his palm.
At this moment, all were stunned — a being so formidable that even this indestructible, legendary artifact had been marred by his hand, left dented and deformed — a sight beyond terrifying.
Liu Shen’s might surpassed all expectations — and all recalibrated their assessments.
The bell trembled violently, sending out ripples of supreme Dao laws — many around it retreated in fear of being swept away.
“Dang…”
The bell’s peals spread to the outer realms, shattering stars into dust — the scene was awe-inspiring.
Luckily, the indentations upon the bell soon bulged back into place and were restored — the bell wall could heal itself.
With a loud boom, the heavens and earth trembled, and a towering figure descended, a foot stamped upon the bell, activating it, and in an instant, the two-tiered pagoda was drawn within.
The great bell bore two characters — one clearly visible, reading “Wu (Nothingness)”, resonating with a thunderous peal that shook the eons.
Many retreated in fear, wary of the bell’s might.
Liu Shen’s white robes fluttered in the wind, his image peerless in splendor — he stepped forward, above his head floated a jade-green divine tree, a mere foot tall, yet shooting forth dozens of branches, embedding into the bell’s mouth.
“Boom!”
In the ensuing tremors, Liu Shen seized the moment, pulling the two-tiered pagoda violently from within the bell and reclaiming it.
“Fuse!”
Liu Shen offered it forth and returned it to Xiao Ta.
Delighted, Xiao Ta radiated brilliant white light, its body merging with the two-tiered pagoda, emitting a hazy chaos mist.
“Once I unify, who among you shall dare oppose me!”
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