At the summit of the pitch-black mountain, Meng Qi opened his eyes and sat in silence for a long while, as if savoring the gains from his previous endeavors.
Suddenly, he raised a finger and slashed through the air, sending forth a dark, chaotic sword aura toward the heights.
As per his agreement with Yang Jian, once his realm was stabilized, the two would join forces to challenge the Black Heavenly Emperor—one of the three corpses of the Ancient Buddha of Bodhi, a false Nirvana-level being!
The sword aura surged like a self-contained spiral, distorting the surrounding space-time, pulling in all the demonic creatures, foul energies, black suns, and misty hues in its path, reducing everything to darkness, nearly solidifying it, stripping away the flow of time.
In one of the layers of the Netherworld where the Black Heavenly Emperor’s domain lay, the evil gods soaring in the sky, the rampaging demons on the ground, and the sinister ghosts haunting the mountains all froze in place, as if turned into statues. Silence reigned, broken only by the sword light cleaving through the heavens, emerging from nowhere, slashing toward the towering divine mountain-like domain.
Layers of defensive formations rose like rippling water, bringing a cleansing sensation, clashing head-on with the rolling sword aura. Yet the dark, chaotic sword aura seemed capable of encompassing all—even time itself. The watery ripples curled inward, layering upon the sword aura, causing the formations to falter, riddled with vortex-like gaps.
A soft sigh echoed as a hand stretched forth, absorbing every ray of light, its surface crystalline and translucent like black gemstone. With a flick of a finger, it struck the midpoint of the sword aura—precisely, flawlessly.
At the same time, another hand descended like a falling sky, stirring a tide of blood that dyed the heavens crimson, surging madly toward the Black Heavenly Emperor’s domain, intent on eroding and devouring all things, carrying a hint of the Primordial Chaos.
“Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun” Yang Jian had also struck!
Just then, the sky above seemed to tear open, unleashing six sword auras: one yellow-brown, brimming with death yet holding a sliver of vitality; one crimson like blood, entwined with erosion and plunder; one illusory, unreal, like the embodiment of the white moonlight in every heart; one dark red verging on black, saturated with slaughter and battle intent, trembling the soul of any who glimpsed it; one deep, nearly formless, annihilating heaven, earth, gods, and men, embodying great destruction and ruin; and one pitch-black, twisting like a serpent, eerie and corrupt, steeped in evil.
These six sword auras connected in a crooked formation, exuding supreme demonic intent, as if the Netherworld itself had condensed here, directly enveloping the sea of blood, stirring a storm of multicolored radiance.
**Six Emperors’ Abyssal Sword—the supreme divine ability of the Unrivaled Demon Body!**
The Demon Monarch, long hidden in the Netherworld, had unleashed his strongest strike, honed over centuries!
After more than a hundred years, he had finally restored his lost arm with the Netherworld’s aid, returning to his peak—even surpassing it, becoming one of the few false Nirvana-level beings in the Netherworld. However, much of his past lay in the real world, making his Netherworld regression arduous, far from the era of creation. Similarly, the Seven-Kill Daoist shared this predicament.
In the late ancient era, the Demon Monarch, with his unparalleled genius, referenced the *Demon Emperor’s Canon* to transform the bloodline-based divine abilities and martial arts of demons and evil gods into universal cultivation methods, culminating in bodies corresponding to demonic deities—such as the “Six Annihilation Nether Body” and the “Yellow Springs True Body.” To guard against the Demon Emperor’s Claw’s corruption and control, and to pursue greater heights, he split his body, cultivating different techniques with different treasures, forging multiple demonic bodies before merging them into the Unrivaled Demon Body—a terrifying form capable of replacing the Netherworld itself!
This body also possessed bloodline-based divine martial arts, one of which was the **Six Emperors’ Abyssal Sword!**
The Demon Monarch’s aid to the Black Heavenly Emperor was not out of allegiance to Buddhism but a simple rationale: if he stood by today, watching Su Meng and Yang Jian defeat the Black Heavenly Emperor and banish him from the Netherworld, he would inevitably face the same fate.
The Chaos Heavenly Venerable was too erratic to rely on, the Xuanming Ghost Emperor was pinned down by Zhen Yuanzi in Luofeng and the Black Prison, leaving the remaining false Nirvana-level beings no choice but to unite—or be picked off one by one by the two Jade Void powerhouses!
**When the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold—he had no choice but to help!**
Sword auras clashed, blood tides surged, staining the illusory River of Time crimson, peering into countless futures, seeking the formation’s flaws.
The Demon Monarch’s time in the Netherworld was limited, and though his regression was difficult, he had no weak phases. Thus, Yang Jian targeted the “future.” The blood sea, like a sentient chaos, seeped through the tiniest gaps in the sword formation, as if anticipating where the imperceptible flaws would emerge.
Dark, red, black, green, yellow, and brown sword lights swirled as the Demon Monarch strained to slow Yang Jian’s descent. Meanwhile, a flicker of ghostly light heralded a silent sword aura slashing toward Meng Qi.
Where it passed, stars extinguished, shattering into fragments; mountains withered into deserts, devoid of life; countless evil gods and demons dropped dead on the spot.
**The First Life-Severing Sword—Minghai!**
The Seven-Kill Daoist, sharing the Demon Monarch’s fear, struck from afar to aid the Black Heavenly Emperor.
Meng Qi extended his left hand, his palm brimming with darkness, purple lightning leaping before condensing into a single point.
The ghostly sword aura “voluntarily” plunged into that point, vanishing without a trace. Yet his own dark, chaotic sword aura had already been shattered by the Black Heavenly Emperor, dissipating into nothingness.
Unfazed, Meng Qi’s mud-pill palace burst open, releasing three figures: one wreathed in ghostly aura, pale-skinned and indomitable—an Eight-Nine Avatar, now evolved to wield false Nirvana-level power!
The other two were a handsome, carefree young monk and a cold, reserved swordsman. One wielded the Purple Lightning-Entwined Absolute Saber, the other bore the faintly golden Human Emperor’s Sword—both armed with peerless divine weapons to counter the false Nirvana-level suppression and the Netherworld’s weakening effects.
As for Meng Qi’s true form, he grew ever more enigmatic, neither good nor evil, embodying both, crowned by a chaotic auspicious cloud, a crystal-clear lantern floating above, rippling water light surrounding him—still a false Nirvana-level force.
The three figures scattered the moment they appeared, each taking a corner of this Netherworld layer alongside Meng Qi, encircling the Black Heavenly Emperor, the Unrivaled Demon Monarch, the Seven-Kill Daoist, and Yang Jian.
The swordsman drew his blade, golden waves surging, a kingly momentum suppressing the Netherworld’s filth, as if conjuring an ocean of primordial qi. The handsome young monk flicked his Absolute Saber, purple lightning piercing the heavens before crashing down, illuminating the void’s layered structure—from points to lines, lines to planes.
The ghostly Eight-Nine Avatar pointed, a condensed beam of Yin-green shooting forth without dispersion, like hyper-compressed matter. Meanwhile, Meng Qi’s true form raised his fingers like a sword, slashing out a blade of light resembling both chaos and rippling water—swift or slow, still or moving, ethereal beyond the wind.
**”Su Meng has grown this terrifying…”** The Demon Monarch and the Seven-Kill Daoist tensed, their pupils contracting. As they tried to retract their sword auras, the four blades merged, forming the **Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation**, unleashing the most terrifying storm of annihilation, engulfing them entirely. Yang Jian, anticipating this, transformed with the wind and fled the realm.
Wielding two fully awakened Nirvana-level peerless weapons, coupled with the **Three Pure Ones in One Breath** and the **Eight-Nine Omni-Terrain Combat** abilities, Meng Qi had effectively recreated a fraction of the primordial era’s foremost killing formation—using four false Nirvana-level entities to manifest the **Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation!**
**He intended to face three ancient powerhouses alone!**
Seizing the opportunity, Yang Jian flashed to Luofeng, his palm descending as a blood tide surged, flooding the “Yellow Springs” linking to the Vacuum Hometown.
Their true target was never the Black Heavenly Emperor—it was to sever the Old Matriarch’s reach into the Netherworld!
Uncertain of the Demon Monarch and Seven-Kill Daoist’s stance, they had lured them into besieging the Black Heavenly Emperor, temporarily trapping them in the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation!
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