The Demon Monarch’s finger pierced mountains and rivers, while within the small universe of blooming azure lotuses and numerous divine oxen, Nezha and the Bull Demon King fought fiercely. They almost simultaneously appeared in different nebulae, different star rivers, different galaxies. Their spears danced furiously, their ox horns sharp and pointed, constantly colliding and exploding into countless bursts of thunder, creating and destroying worlds in the process. The residual waves stretched the suns, destroyed stars, and turned entire galaxies into pure energy aimed at each other.
Even though both had only just regained the cultivation level of their initial mastery of creation, their battle, fought with true fury, left the Peng Demon King and the Dragon Demon King unable to intervene. All their skills and secret techniques could not even approach the battlefield; the moment they neared, they vanished into nothingness. They had to shelter beneath the white divine ox’s illusionary shadow, hiding in the subtle corners of the universe to avoid being dragged into the all-pervasive combat, which would spell great trouble.
The Great Peng Demon King was feeling extremely vexed. In his heyday, he wouldn’t have feared Nezha at all, but time was no longer his ally. It would take another two or three years for him to fully regain his former strength. Although Nezha was no match for the supreme powerhouse bearing the title of Heavenly Venerable—whose mere fraction of power could crush him—there was still a significant gap in their cultivation levels. Venturing out now wouldn’t help the Bull Demon King; instead, it would only create more chaos.
Swallowing his frustration, the Peng Demon King narrowed his eyes and peered through the white divine ox’s illusion. He saw the two combatants seemingly manifesting countless forms, spanning every corner of the universe, each conjuring boundless seas of suffering to drown the other.
At that moment, he saw the Demon Sage’s spear radiating brilliant light, forming a thirty-three-layered jeweled pagoda, glowing with golden brilliance, and emitting dark yellow strands that gave it an aura of invulnerability against all laws.
“The Merit Pagoda?” he murmured.
In ancient times, the Demon Sage bore the Five Virtues, how mighty he was. Seeing the Merit Pagoda again, it felt as though the world had changed, and all things were impermanent.
Qing Qiu nodded slightly and said, “Though it is a peerless divine weapon of the Bitter Shore, stronger than legendary-grade weapons under equal conditions, it still falls short compared to true legendary experts. Even an awakened one might not match it. It’s barely a weak legendary weapon, so even the Merit Pagoda can only block Nezha’s first strike. I ask the great sages to cooperate and seize this opportunity to escape this universe, taking advantage of the battle between the Great Peace Sage and Nezha to dismantle the grand formation’s control.”
Remaining here was of little use and wasted precious time. The Dragon Demon King did not hesitate and immediately agreed, followed by the other great sages and demon gods nodding in assent.
After finalizing their plans and preparations, a thirty-three-layered golden pagoda flew out from the white divine ox’s illusion. Dark yellow strands descended like eaves’ waterfalls, covering the gathered demons beneath.
As soon as the Merit Pagoda appeared, a spear tip instantly pierced forward, almost simultaneously with an iron horn, like a club, thrusting toward the spear tip.
Bang!
The collision unleashed terrifying waves that swept across the surrounding galaxies. The Heaven and Earth Dark Yellow Pagoda emitted creaking sounds and began crumbling under the close-range detonation.
But in that instant, the Peng Demon King spread his wings, gently flapped them, and carried the damaged jeweled pagoda, riding the wave, crossing out of the core area. Then the Dragon Demon King swung his tail, disrupting the residual wave.
The golden pagoda immediately vanished, escaping this universe and returning to the real world covered by the Sword Array of Slaying Immortals.
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Above the Southern Province, Shao Xuan and Xi E once again faced the Ten Directions Wanderer’s Crystal Realm, recalling their unpleasant experience within the Fusang Ancient Tree Realm.
However, time had passed, and the balance of power had shifted. The Lamp Bearer Divine Messenger and some other characteristics were restricted, and their strength was somewhat suppressed. Even with the three working together, they could not withstand Shao Xuan, Xi E, and the End of Days Vessel’s combined assault for long. Jiang Zhiwei and Lu Wuming, wielding the peerless blade and sword of wisdom, occasionally launched attacks, further weakening the barrier until it finally began to collapse.
Crack!
The area illuminated by the lamp emitted a sound of illusory rupture, and the light receded, shrinking into the wick.
However, the Lamp Bearer Divine Messenger, the Ritual Divine Messenger, and the Vase Divine Messenger had already completed their countermeasures. Clear light continuously spewed from the dark vortex, and the scene from the depths of the vacuum first appeared, then reflected around. Beyond the boundless chaos, four of the twelve white lotuses had bloomed, while the remaining eight were at different stages of budding.
The misty clear light instantly enveloped the surroundings, projecting the Vacuum Homeland, neutralizing the suppression of the Sword Array of Slaying Immortals. However, within a radius of several tens of thousands of miles, no one could be omnipresent.
This was caused by the nature of the Vacuum Homeland itself. It equaled the Immortal Realm, slightly higher than the Wusheng Heaven, both belonging to legendary realms, existing at an infinite height. Within it and its projections, the essence of omnipresence was neutralized, so it could not be used, just like when Gourdo lured Su Wuming to the Jade Pond to kill him.
In other words, this restriction applied to both sides equally, unlike the suppression of the Sword Array of Slaying Immortals. Previously, the four divine messengers of the Luo Sect used the power of the Vacuum Homeland and the Wusheng Heaven to isolate Meng Qi and limit his omnipresence, but they themselves were also constrained, except when Meng Qi’s avatar was trapped within the Wanderer’s Lamp barrier, allowing them to attack him from everywhere, a feature they had yet to display.
With the awareness and reaction provided by the peerless blade and sword, Jiang Zhiwei and the others had already jumped out of the range as the clear light spewed forth. Like Shao Xuan and Xi E, the four looked at each other and prepared to jointly break through the Vacuum Homeland projection from the outside.
But the three divine messengers of the Luo Sect were not merely trying to drag both sides to an equal footing. As the chanting of “Mother Wusheng, Vacuum Homeland” continued, petals flew from the eight still-budding white lotuses, coalescing into the image of a lofty and supreme deity.
In a flash, Meng Qi’s eighth and ninth avatar appeared beside Jiang Zhiwei, ready to strike, but his expression suddenly changed. He looked northward, toward Changle.
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The swordsman’s avatar blocked the Demon Monarch’s sudden attack, buying Meng Qi some time. Around him, the four immortal swords—red, cyan, black, and white—shone brilliantly, releasing sword qi that created a chaotic order capable of spreading all the way to the end of time.
The finger withdrew, revealing a complete form—a limb with six fingers, exuding an aura that could destroy heaven, earth, and gods.
The limb stretched and transformed into a black-robed old man, whose face bore a resemblance to the Demon Monarch’s head. This was indeed his “Six Annihilation Yama Body,” which had awakened early and had been lying in wait in Changle, waiting for the opportunity.
On the other side, seeing that trickery would not work, Yuan Hong shook his body, transforming into a white giant ape bearing the heavens on its back. He wielded a black staff in both hands and roared loudly, intending to break through the formation by force.
As the staff struck down, boundless seas of suffering appeared, with countless universes rising and falling within.
As the earliest awakened master of creation in this era, Yuan Hong was no ordinary being.
Bang!
With a tremendous sound, the Fengtian Platform trembled, the sword qi was swallowed by the sea of suffering, and the four sword illusions violently shook, seemingly unable to withstand a few more strikes.
At the same time, the Demon Monarch’s right hand struck without a trace of smoke or fire, hitting the formation’s key point and causing even greater turbulence, making the red, cyan, black, and white swords dim.
This clash produced no residual waves, clearly showing Yuan Hong and the Demon Monarch’s ease and mastery!
Sitting atop the Fengtian Platform, Meng Qi’s head bore the expanding Primordial Celebration Cloud, neutralizing the invading force, his heart filled with grave concern.
If the elder brother did not return soon, he feared he would not be able to hold the Fengtian Platform any longer.
He had anticipated the Demon Monarch’s attack but had not expected Yuan Hong’s sudden appearance!
He had thought Yuan Hong was severely wounded by the Green Emperor and would not be able to stir up trouble for another ten or twenty years.
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Emerging from the intense battle within the small universe, the Peng Demon King returned to his domain, feeling unusually free and unrestrained. He spread his wings and was about to fly toward the Western Province.
At this moment, the sword qi around him dissipated, the high-altitude clouds thinned, and the gales weakened. The suppression of the Sword Array of Slaying Immortals had decreased by more than half!
“The sword array is malfunctioning!” the Dragon Demon King exclaimed joyfully.
“Heaven helps us!” another great sage laughed heartily.
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As the sword array weakened, the projection of the Vacuum Homeland expanded, nearly engulfing Jiang Zhiwei and the others.
The Ritual Divine Messenger and others were first startled, then burst into laughter.
Truly, heaven aids us!
Meanwhile, the divine image gradually took shape, as if it were indeed the Mother Wusheng!
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In the real world, a place shattered, the multiverse trembled, and from the infinite heights, terrifying power surged downward, unleashing a beam of clear light.
This beam was neither lightning nor fire, but carried the Demon Monarch’s innate spiritual light, causing him to plummet from the infinite heights to the dust.
This backlash directly caused his cultivation to fall!
Not only his avatar, but his true body as well!
Seeing this, within the swaying Fengtian Platform, Meng Qi immediately activated the Cause of All Effects, linking karma and establishing a connection, attempting to pull the Demon Monarch’s innate spiritual light directly into his hands.
At that point, he could shape it at will!
However, layers of demonic realms emerged midair, with the Yellow Springs, the Blood Pool of the Netherworld, and evil demons and ghosts forming the projection of the Nine Hells!
The Nine Hells rejoiced, the evil gods praised, as blood and black mist surged backward, neutralizing the pure radiance. Seizing the Demon Monarch’s innate spiritual light, they launched a fierce counterattack upward.
Yuan Hong and the Demon Monarch laughed heartily, striking simultaneously with a staff and a palm, hitting the pivotal formation barrier, causing it to crumble inch by inch.
The four sword illusions of red, cyan, black, and white struggled to maintain their form, reaching their limit, and the suppression of the sword array across all areas dropped to its lowest point.
Meng Qi narrowed his eyes, beginning to consider abandoning the platform.
It was impossible to hold any longer. If he persisted, it would endanger countless lives in the real world.
But at this moment, a thought flashed through his mind—the initial judgment of Gu Xiaosang: “Gao Lian’s mind is unconventional, yet he can form his own pattern. Releasing the Fengtian Platform hastily and becoming the target of all arrows may not truly be his intention. Perhaps he plans a hidden maneuver.”
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In the vast starry sky, in some hidden place, Gao Lian silently observed the changes in the sword array, seemingly not rushing to seek help.
After seeing the Demon Monarch strike, he furrowed his brow, slightly surprised, and muttered, “What is he meddling with?”
After speaking, he turned to his side and said solemnly, “We can’t wait any longer.”
Beside him stood a refined and elegant man in wide robes, unrestrained and free-spirited—none other than the “Demon Sage” Han Guang. Sensing Gao Lian’s gaze, he smiled faintly and said, “Indeed, those who were meant to emerge have emerged. There’s no need to wait any longer.”
Gao Lian’s eyes darkened as he said, “Then let me see who truly stands behind you.”
With a smile, Han Guang extended his hand and threw down a scroll. It was red, cyan, black, and white, ancient and desolate, filled with the aura of the end of the world.
Gao Lian, with his profound scheming, could not help but mutter to himself, “The Formation Chart of Slaying Immortals!”
The very same Formation Chart of Slaying Immortals once belonging to the Celestial Lord Lingbao!
The formation chart flashed and fell toward the Fengtian Platform.
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