The black mud flow transformed from the Annihilation Emperor scattered in all directions, yet was still engulfed and obliterated by the dispersed purple light beams. In the end, only a palm-sized black beast-shaped statue remained. The tail of the venomous-hooked woman turned into a streak of light, instantly wrapping around the statue and snatching it away. Only then did the surrounding purple light beams slowly dissipate. Dongbo Xueying and the others had already fled far into the distance, silently watching everything unfold.
“The legends say the Annihilation Emperor’s true form is nearly impossible to find. It must be because of that treasure,” Dongbo Xueying murmured to himself. Transforming into black mud, erasing all traces of aura and karma, while drastically enhancing survival capabilities—it was indeed a rare treasure.
A pity.
That terrifying spindle-shaped weapon was simply too powerful. It could destroy the undying body of the Sorcerer Emperor and annihilate the Annihilation Emperor’s mud form, even snatching away the treasure in the process.
“Is there really no other way?” Dongbo Xueying absolutely refused to accept this outcome.
“Artifact Spirit, if I were to unleash the Black Gourd, would the master of this Chaos Voidship, Bone Qianluo, cause any complications?” Dongbo Xueying transmitted his question.
“Rest assured. First, Bone Qianluo is indeed severely injured. Once he selects his helpers, he will likely return to slumber soon. Second, the Voidwalker is an existence beyond ordinary comprehension. The treasures he forged for his descendants are extremely well-hidden. Unless encountering someone of the Voidwalker’s level, a mere Dominator like Bone Qianluo would never uncover the Black Gourd’s true secrets. At most, he would regard it as another formidable treasure similar to that spindle weapon and pay it little mind. Even if he tried to seize it, he couldn’t. I could easily return to the world where your disciple, Chong Xiaoqi, resides.”
“However, I must remind you—you haven’t fully refined the Black Gourd yet. Using it even once will leave you severely wounded…”
“You only have one chance. You must seize the perfect moment. The cost of failure would be immense,” the Artifact Spirit warned.
Dongbo Xueying understood this well.
“I’ll find the right opportunity,” he transmitted. “Keep an eye out for me.”
With only one shot, he had to be extremely cautious.
…
In the starry void outside the Chaos Voidship, ten Dominators watched from afar.
The Bloody Dominator Niro spoke grimly, “The Annihilation Emperor kept it a secret, but that treasure must have been what concealed his true form. A pity—even with it, he still perished, and the treasure fell into the hands of the Ancestral Mother Cult.”
“The Ancestral Mother Cult also used that terrifying weapon,” the Primordial Origin Master remarked.
The Bloodblade Divine Emperor observed silently, his gaze sharp.
He could discern the intricate and profound craftsmanship of the spindle-shaped weapon, which demanded an immense energy input—normally requiring a Dominator’s power. The energy levels of the Ancestral Mother Cult’s Protectors likely fell short, as the venomous-tailed woman hadn’t infused any internal energy during the earlier battle.
Moreover—
This weapon had been held in reserve until the very last moment. Even as their top Protectors fell one after another, they hadn’t used it. Only when the Annihilation Emperor forced them out of the red-light zone did they resort to it. Clearly, using it once came with limitations—recharging it for another strike would be troublesome.
“After one use, it likely can’t be used again immediately,” the Bloodblade Divine Emperor mused. “And with the Annihilation Emperor’s full effort exhausted, we can no longer stop them. There’s only one last move left.”
“Victory or defeat… now lies in fate’s hands.” With that thought, he transmitted his command—
“Beixuan, act now.”
…
Upon receiving the order, the Northmystic Palace Master steadied her breath. She knew the critical moment had arrived.
“Phoenix, Zhushan, Huocheng, Lianjun Star Lord, Brother Chengyi…” She swiftly transmitted her message to the other eight Rulers.
The Phoenix, the Zhushan Mansion Master, Huocheng the Flamefiend, Lianjun Star Lord, and the others all understood what was coming—they had long been prepared.
Whoosh!
With the Phoenix’s assistance, the Northmystic Palace Master and the other eight Rulers instantly gathered together. Beneath their feet materialized a massive circular stone disk, inscribed with intricate patterns. The Northmystic Palace Master stood at the center, while the other eight Rulers took positions at the disk’s eight cardinal points. They had studied this formation in secret, simulating it under ten-thousandfold time acceleration. Each of them was either a top-tier Ruler or a formation expert, handpicked by the Bloodblade Divine Emperor.
“What’s this?!”
The three Sacred Protectors and the other Ancestral Mother Cult Protectors, who had retreated into the red-light zone, immediately noticed the spectacle.
In the distance, the nine Rulers hovered mid-air. The countless patterns on the stone disk beneath them ignited, golden lines manifesting in the void, intertwining to form a colossal dark vortex. The nine Rulers stood at the vortex’s core, their combined power radiating overwhelmingly.
The dark vortex expanded, its vast reach and terrifying might causing the Ancestral Mother Cult Protectors to pale.
“Hum!”
With a single teleportation, the massive dark vortex enveloped the red-light zone and its surroundings, spanning thousands of miles. The three Sacred Protectors and their followers were all trapped within.
“This vortex…!” The Protectors immediately felt its terrifying tearing force. The skin of the top-tier Protectors began to split under the strain, their expressions twisting in horror.
The dark vortex was merciless. At its core, the ancient stone disk pulsed with an archaic aura—a treasure originally belonging to the Primordial Origin Master. The Bloodblade Divine Emperor had once studied it, deriving a unique formation. With slight modifications, it could now be controlled by nine Rulers. A single Ruler wouldn’t suffice—the formation’s demands were too high. Even the Northmystic Palace Master, the most skilled among them, couldn’t manage it alone.
But with nine working in unison, its full power could be unleashed. This was the Bloodblade Divine Emperor’s most ruthless move—a necessity, given the weaker foundation of their cultivator universe.
“Argh—!” The top-tier Protectors struggled to escape, but the vortex’s force was too great. Their bodies were slowly being shredded, unable to break free.
“Perish!” The Northmystic Palace Master’s voice was icy as she commanded the vortex.
“Damn it, damn it all! That treasure can’t be used again so soon after dealing with the Annihilation Emperor!” The venomous-tailed woman and the other two Sacred Protectors were frantic. Despite their desperate resistance, they remained trapped.
“Agh—!” One by one, the top-tier Protectors’ bodies were torn apart, bones snapping. Their faces twisted with desperation and unwillingness.
“Qian Protector, you must win!”
“For our entire race, we must prevail!”
“Slaughter these cultivators! Turn this place into our universe!”
Their roars were fearless—they feared not death, but failure. Without the Chaos Voidship, their chances of winning the final war would be slim.
Amid their cries, their bodies crumbled into nothingness. The golden-furred ape tried to save his comrades by pulling them into his pocket dimension, but the vortex’s spatial distortion rendered such efforts futile.
…
“We’re going to win!” Dongbo Xueying and the others watched eagerly as the top-tier Protectors fell one after another. Among the three Sacred Protectors, the golden-furred ape and the staff-wielding giant were gradually sustaining injuries. Only the venomous-tailed woman remained unscathed, but even she couldn’t escape the vortex’s grasp.
“Annihilate them all. If only one Sacred Protector remains, surrounding and killing them will be far easier,” Dongbo Xueying thought, anticipation burning in his eyes.
…
At the vortex’s core, atop the stone disk, the nine Rulers maintained their control.
“We must win!”
“Our people must survive. We cannot lose!” The dying roars of the Protectors echoed around them.
The Zhushan Mansion Master listened to these voices.
His gaze fell upon the familiar figures below.
“Ancestral Mother…” he murmured silently.
Deep in his memories lay a beautiful past.
He had lived with his parents, younger brother, and sister. He had been a hero of his nation, growing ever stronger—a cold yet mighty warrior. Over the eons, he had risen to the pinnacle of his universe, becoming one of the Ancestral Mother Cult’s top Protectors. But then, his home universe had begun its final collapse. For survival, they had traversed the stable cosmic passage to this world.
Disregarding the risks, he had chosen reincarnation.
Reborn into the mortal world of the material realm, he had lived a peaceful life. He had parents, mentors, sworn brothers. Step by step, he had grown, comprehending the laws of heaven and earth. After becoming a deity, his memories awakened—both of his past life as a Protector and his current existence. His unique perspective allowed him to forge his own path even as a Four Heavens Skygod.
He had never contacted the Ancestral Mother Cult. The long years of cultivation had made him feel like a true part of this universe.
The Bloodblade Divine Emperor had treated him with great kindness, aiding him wholeheartedly in his quest to break through to Dominator.
Dongbo Xueying, Pang Yi, and others had treated him sincerely. He had friends like the Tyrantfiend Ancestor.
“Your Majesty, Pang Yi, Tyrantfiend, Dongbo… I have few friends. I feared making them, because I dreaded this day. How I wish I had truly been born into this universe. But—”
“In the end…”
“I am of the Ancestral Mother Cult’s universe.”
“If I must choose…”
“I can only choose the home that birthed and raised me.” A glimmer of moisture flickered in the Zhushan Mansion Master’s eyes, but it vanished instantly. His right hand shot out like a blade, piercing straight through the chest of Lianjun Star Lord beside him.
Lianjun Star Lord, wholly focused on maintaining the formation, had no defense against this strike. Her body was ordinary, unable to resist.
She turned her head in shock, meeting the Zhushan Mansion Master’s calm gaze. The destructive lightning in his palm obliterated her body, reducing it to ashes before his eyes.
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