In the briefest moment, Meng Qi before the two Luo transformed into a malevolent ghost. His face turned pale, exuding deep deathly aura, his eyes brimming with gloom, like the Ghost Emperor from the Netherworld’s depths. He harmonized perfectly with the surrounding black qi, not only no longer rejected but seemingly embraced by it.
“You!” One of the two Luo’s heads exclaimed in astonishment, while the other spoke gravely, “Is this your specialty—shape-shifting?”
He could actually transform into a being of the Netherworld and gain the realm’s blessing!
As a devil renowned for rationality and clarity, the two Luo had once divided their consciousness and possessed low-level devils capable of crawling out from the endless abyss through the seal’s gaps, collecting detailed information on all the Fa Shen in the real world. However, they never experienced it firsthand. Facing only fragmented descriptions, it was difficult to delve into specifics. For example, the description of “Yuan Huang” Su Meng was: initially cultivating a body-hardening technique resembling the Golden Bell Shield, later switching to the Yuanshi Ji Yin, the orthodox transmission of the Jade Void, skilled in transformations and versatile in techniques.
From such a description, who could deduce that his transformation wasn’t illusionary but a genuine physical restructuring into an actual evil ghost?
The two Luo only knew of one such technique—the Bayi Xuan Gong mentioned by a legendary figure of the Netherworld!
With equal geographical advantage and inner shock, the two Luo felt fear and considered retreating. However, this was only one head’s thought. The other head sneered coldly: “After transforming into a ghost, how many imprints of your ‘Yuanshi Ji Yin’ can you still use? How many strikes can you unleash with ‘Ba Wang Liu Zhan’? Your strength relies on these supreme techniques. Once they’re gone, what use is your mere ‘attainment’? Moreover, we’re at the same level. My innate divine abilities are all attuned to the current environment and body. How can you, who’ve abandoned your techniques, possibly resist me?”
Each head of the two Luo had its own true spirit, personality, and thoughts. Often, they clashed, arguing incessantly, affecting their actions, embodying the ultimate form of split personalities—a manifestation of chaos within the Netherworld.
At this critical moment, the two heads acted independently again!
Despite their rationality and clarity, they remained devils, bound by the Dao and confined by the Netherworld, inevitably flawed in mind and spirit. It was precisely because of this that Qi Zhengyan had convinced the Black-Armored Devil Sage to follow him devotedly—by inspiring devils to break free from fate, escape the “attributes” imposed by heaven and earth, and attain true liberation of body and mind.
Fortunately, the head wanting to flee wasn’t too insistent. After the other head insisted, the two Luo rose from the dark lotus throne. Raising their right fist beside their body, they declared solemnly, “Let me show you what it means to approach the realm of legends, what it means to wield divine abilities attuned to such a realm!”
Their voices reverberated through the darkness, as black energy surged violently with a sizzling sound, seemingly stretching into other universes and dimensions. Around the two Luos, countless scenes unfolded—realms of death blooming with彼岸 flowers, lands of eternal silence and slumber, roaring black oceans teeming with demons, and ruined gray cities of judgment… All these myriad visions were veiled in an eerie glow, their infinite power coalescing into countless dark stars that orbited the two Luos.
Boom!
The surrounding void trembled and shrank, a force surpassing supergalactic clusters pulling at the boundless abyss, as if trying to tear this place apart.
Unlike the Immortal Realm, the Netherworld actively corrodes all realms, consuming fragments of cosmic light, invading every universe, forming corresponding regions. A devilish immortal within the Netherworld, even without connecting to “another self,” can leverage this characteristic to link myriad realms, drawing corresponding power to unleash nearly legendary strength. When one’s own strength approaches the legendary, it becomes standard legendary combat power. This was why, in ancient times, although the Netherworld had few legendary figures, they were sufficient to rival the Celestial Court.
Slumber, sleep, death, passing away… These “attribute”-like dark stars rapidly converged toward the two Luo’s right fist, making it enormous as if spanning multiple galaxies, leaving Meng Qi no chance to intervene.
“One governs death, one governs slumber, and death is but eternal sleep. Receive my ‘Eternal Slumber Wheel’!”
The stars converged at a single point. The two Luo’s right fist shot forth, emitting beams of eerie light, tranquil and lifeless. These lights revolved around the fist, seemingly forming a massive treasure wheel, expanding at nearly light speed.
The Wheel of Eternal Slumber, vast as the boundless night sky, instantly engulfed this abyssal sea. Darkness mesmerized all things, entombing every existence. Beyond, the earth quaked violently—the western deserts and the Burial God Deserts erupted with furious gales and sandstorms, as though the apocalypse had descended.
Confronted by the “Eternal Slumber Wheel” woven from countless beams of eerie light, Meng Qi remained composed, his aura chillingly still. His right hand extended, its palm dark and unfathomable, as if opening a gateway to another universe, flickering incessantly with visions reminiscent of the Brahma’s creation!
Puh!
As this profound darkness emerged, all glimmers of light and the revolving “Wheel of Eternal Slumber” were swallowed into it, vanishing without a trace.
Death and eternal sleep ultimately return to chaos.
Puh!
The two Luo’s massive right fist was seized by Meng Qi’s hand. Their entire body writhed, seemingly on the verge of disintegration. Struggling desperately, continuously triggering dark star explosions, they barely escaped. Both heads wore expressions of terror.
He knew the status of Wuji Yin, but had never witnessed this divine technique before. Never had he imagined it could be so terrifying!
Wuji encompasses everything, nurturing all beings. The Netherworld is among them. Within the endless abyss, transformed into a ghostly soul, Meng Qi effortlessly executed the Wuji Yin. Leveraging the terrain, he directly unleashed the Wuji Yin, which usually required dual sword and blade coordination, sensing many Yuan Shi projections.
The only problem was that the Netherworld could only connect to forces of corruption, filth, destruction, and slaughter. These “Yuan Shi projections” belonged to the reckless, chaotic, and negative aspects—like the mindless, maddening cosmic embodiment from the old universe!
“In the Netherworld, in the endless abyss, I really am the ‘Yuan Shi Devil’…” Meng Qi secretly chuckled. The nickname he had casually adopted back then had indeed found its verification today.
Facing the two Luo’s retreat, he suddenly stepped on the void, roaring aloud:
“It’s your turn!”
“Receive my fist!”
His voice reverberated through the abyss. Behind him emerged three figures—golden Buddha, sword qi Dao body, and indestructible form—each delivering a punch that merged with Meng Qi’s own.
Black qi howled around them, countless universes appearing—some frozen in ice, others in the most chaotic yet tranquil stillness, some in endless destruction, others consumed by black holes. Every possible scenario at the universe’s edge manifested.
Zhuxian Sword Formation, Multiversal Termination!
A pure white fist shot forth, calming the bubbling abyss, restoring violently shaking earth, dispelling sandstorms and gales. Black qi’s void collapsed, time curled inward, bringing extreme chaos with fluctuating speeds.
“Zhuxian Sword Formation!” Each head of the two Luo cried in terror.
This was the Zhuxian Sword Formation!
He had single-handedly unleashed the Zhuxian Sword Formation and connected to the Zhuxian Sword Formations across myriad worlds!
Puh! Puh! Puh! Arms sprouted from his body, each grasping a black star, like the thousand-armed Guanyin, gathering toward his front, forming a death star chart!
Crack!
The pure white fist struck, instantly shattering the star chart, obliterating it from both space and time, offering no resistance whatsoever!
“Receive my fist!”
Bang! Meng Qi’s fist smashed into one of the two Luo’s heads, instantly exploding it into a rain of blood, chaos and destruction spreading. The other head helplessly watched its demonic body lose control.
Its gaze turned chaotic, staring at the pale, sinister face before it, at the unstoppable fist, as if seeing the arrival of its own end…
Fei Zhengtao’s vision kept shaking—this was caused by Xiao Qian’s Myriad-World Common Knowledge Talisman being affected by scattered forces, losing stability.
He felt anxious, desperately wanting to know the battle situation in the endless abyss, but could only sense earthquakes and sandstorms.
The other spectators were the same.
Just then, their eyes suddenly narrowed as they saw a crimson geyser erupt from the endless abyss, like the Milky Way cascading, drenching the entire desert.
Then, an arm flew out, followed by a thigh, and finally a head, each crashing down with thunderous booms, each part as massive as a mountain, causing violent tremors.
That hideous face, that terrifying aura, made Xiao Qian shudder and allowed Fei Zhengtao and the other spectators to clearly recognize the devil’s might and horror.
And yet, such a devil was dismantled into this state by Yuan Huang in less than a breath’s time!
A sudden thought flashed through their minds:
In the current world, Yuan Huang reigns supreme!
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