Reborn Shang Zhou, angry at the sage Nuwa at the beginning

Chapter 2306

Di Xin raised his hand and grasped the golden longsword that had materialized in the void; the blade was inscribed with Yin Shang incantations.
With a single wave,
The sword energy traversed thirty thousand miles, annihilating all the dark figures above the Ruins of Return.

The waves of Guixu gradually subsided, and the chaotic energy was once again isolated by the barrier. The shadows of the Yinming clan retreated into the depths of the vortex, no longer daring to show themselves easily.

Di Xin's phantom stood in the center of the bronze altar. Although it was still in the form of a remnant soul, it had already recovered 60% of its combat power.

He gazed at the vortex of the Void, his eyes resolute: "Nine hundred years of silence have passed, and I have returned. The peace of the Three Realms will be protected by me!"

The golden barrier slowly contracted, eventually transforming into a stream of light that merged into Di Xin's phantom image.

The bronze altar sank back into the seabed of Guixu, leaving only the remnant soul of Di Xin suspended above the vortex, continuing to suppress the remaining forces of the Yinming clan.

The cultivators on the shores of the East Sea sensed the unusual activity in the Ruins of Return and the overwhelming aura of a king who looked down upon the world. They all knelt and bowed in the direction of the Ruins of Return.

He shouted, "The Human Emperor is immortal! The Three Realms shine together!"

The golden light above Guixu had not yet dissipated when Di Xin's phantom was about to reinforce the seal, when the seawater beneath his feet suddenly churned violently.

The bronze altar that had sunk to the bottom of the sea trembled once more, and fine cracks appeared at the tops of the eight dragon-carved pillars, from which wisps of black, malevolent energy seeped out.

Intertwined with the chaotic currents of the void, they transformed into dark clouds that blotted out the sky.

"Oh no! The core of the Yinming Clan's seal has loosened!"

Di Xin's expression changed drastically, and he raised his hand to press down on the sea surface.

Golden divine power surged into the sea like a tide, but the moment it touched the altar, it was bounced back by a violent black aura.

He clearly sensed a terrifying aura emanating from the depths of the seal, an aura far surpassing that of a quasi-saint, an aura carrying connotations of destruction and desolation.

It was the Yinming Clan Lord, Mingluo Shazun, whom he had suppressed at the cost of half his life.

Nine hundred years after the Investiture of the Gods,

The Three Realms suffered a severe blow, and the Yin Nether Clan seized the opportunity to invade. The Netherworld Demon Lord led a million Yin soldiers straight to the Southern Heavenly Gate. If it weren't for Emperor Xin, who used the Human Emperor's Origin as a lock and the Tangyin Ancient Mausoleum as a key, the situation would have been much more dire.
The twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, together with their forces, set up the "Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Locking Netherworld Array," which would likely have turned the Three Realms into a dark and hellish inferno.

But now,
The bronze altar at the core of the formation, after enduring countless ages of erosion and constant attacks from the remnants of the underworld, finally could not withstand it any longer.

"Roar--!"

A roar that shook the heavens and earth came from the depths of the Ruins of Return. The black vortex suddenly expanded three times, and the seawater surged upward, forming a black pillar of light that pierced through the heavens and earth.

Within the pillar of light,

Countless ghostly soldiers appeared, dressed in tattered black armor, wielding bone blades, their eyes empty and bloodthirsty, roaring at Di Xin above the sea.

Di Xin gripped the golden longsword in his hand, and the Yin Shang incantations on the blade emitted a mournful buzzing sound.

Although he had retrieved half of his original essence and recovered 60% of his combat power, he still seemed powerless in the face of the Netherworld Demon Lord who was about to break free of his seal.

"We must notify the Three Realms as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable once the Underworld Demon Lord is completely freed!"

In the blink of an eye, a wisp of Di Xin's remnant soul separated into a golden stream of light, breaking through the obstruction of dark clouds and rushing towards the Heavenly Court.

at the same time,

His aura of kingship surged once more, and the dragon patterns on his black imperial robe seemed to come alive, swirling and dancing as they tore countless illusory Yin soldiers into pieces.

"Human Emperor Shoude, do you think you can stop me from seeing the light of day with just the power of my remnant soul?" A chilling voice echoed above the Ruins of Return. From within the black pillar of light, a gigantic ghost face slowly emerged, its pupils like bottomless black holes, radiating an aura that devoured everything.

"Nine hundred years have passed, and your divine soul is already incomplete, while my power has continued to grow stronger within the seal! Today is your death day, and also the end of the Three Realms!"

As the voice of the Underworld Demon Lord fell, the bronze altar at the bottom of the Guixu Sea exploded with a roar, the eight dragon pillars snapped in response, and countless black Yin energy surged out like a flood bursting its banks, turning the seawater of Guixu pitch black.

Di Xin's phantom was blown away by the shockwave, golden divine blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and several cracks appearing on his imperial robe.

Even if I die and my soul perishes, I will not let you wreak havoc on the Three Realms!

Di Xin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes still resolute.

He raised his hand and plunged the golden longsword into the void, chanting obscure incantations from the Yin-Shang dynasty.

As the incantation resounded, the land along the coast of the East Sea began to tremble, and countless ancient runes emerged from the earth, spreading along the seawater to the sky above Guixu.

Intertwined with Di Xin's divine soul power, it formed a new golden barrier.

This was a backup plan laid out by Emperor Xin, using the dragon veins on the coast of the East China Sea as a guide and supplemented by the faith of the remnants of the Yin Shang dynasty to form the "Ten Thousand Spirits Protecting the Boundary Array".

now,

The formation was activated, and although countless people from the East Sea did not know what was happening, they sensed a protective will and knelt down in the direction of Guixu.
Their faith transformed into specks of golden light, merging into the barrier and making its radiance even more dazzling.

however,
The power of the Underworld Demon Lord is simply too great.

He raised his hand and waved.
A wave of black energy blasted towards the golden barrier, causing it to tremble violently and develop countless spiderweb-like cracks on its surface.

Di Xin spat out a mouthful of golden divine blood, and the light of the barrier dimmed slightly in an instant.

"Shoude, give up! The Three Realms are no longer the Three Realms you once knew. The Chan and Jie sects have declined, and the Heavenly Court is too busy protecting itself to help you."

The demonic face of the Underworld Demon Lord revealed a ferocious smile, "Why not submit to me? I will appoint you as the Vice Lord of the Underworld, and you can rule the Three Realms with me. Wouldn't that be better?"

"wishful thinking!"

Di Xin roared, "I am the Shang emperor, responsible for protecting all living beings. How could I collude with you demons? Today, even if I have to give my last wisp of my soul, I will reseal you!"

After all,

Di Xin's phantom suddenly expanded, and the golden spiritual light around him almost illuminated the entire Guixu.

He formed a mudra with his hands.
He recited the final sealing incantation.

This is a forbidden technique that burns the soul. Once it is used, even if it can seal the Netherworld Demon Lord, the user himself will be completely destroyed and cease to exist.

Just as Di Xin's soul was about to burn out completely, a clear and melodious crane cry suddenly came from the distant sky.

A white streak of light pierced the sky and instantly arrived above Guixu, transforming into a Taoist priest dressed in white robes and holding a whisk.

The Taoist priest had a slender face and wise eyes; he was none other than the contemporary leader of the Chan Sect—Taoist Qingxu.

"Your Majesty, please calm down!"

With a flick of his whisk, Master Qingxu sent a beam of white spiritual light into the golden barrier, repairing the cracks in it.