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Chapter 446 The Spatial Barrier Shatters, The Final Battle

"Zheng!"

Just as Aqing was about to speak, the True Martial Emperor took a step forward, and his mountain-like, imposing figure suddenly appeared in front of the girl.

The ancient black sword at his waist was drawn, and a deep and tranquil phantom of a tortoise and snake appeared, as if it could devour all the surrounding light in an instant.

"Such pure sword intent! Truly a master!"

With a flick of the Green Bamboo Sword, pure and ethereal immortal energy transformed into countless clear and incomparable sword lights, converging into a destructive azure tidal wave.

A sharp, storm-like sound tore through the surrounding silence. The sword formation activated on its own, unleashing a supreme sword intent that could pierce the heavens and shatter stars, pouring down upon the body of the True Martial Emperor.

"..."

Faced with the terrifying, world-destroying sword tide, the True Martial Emperor's sword momentum faltered slightly, and his blood-red eyes appeared even more murderous.

Seemingly sensing the anger of the True Martial Emperor, the tortoise-snake avatar, heavy as a mountain and cold as water, suddenly raised its head and let out a roar that shook the universe.

The ocean then turned upside down, transforming into a colossal shield that stretched across the heavens and the earth!

The dark, lightless shield surface was covered with countless intricate and ancient runes, as if they contained the ultimate truths of this universe, giving people an unshakable feeling.

In the next instant, the cyan sword tide fell, and dazzling light exploded, filling the heavens and the earth.

Azure sword flames and dark ice fragments scatter wildly, tearing countless fine black cracks in space, which are then forcibly mended by two overwhelming divine forces, repeating the cycle endlessly.

The violent energy turbulence emanated from the point of impact, forming visible ripples of destruction that spread outwards in layers. Tsunamis thousands of meters high rose from the sea surface, and islands along the way were shattered in the violent collision, with some being swept into the seabed by the giant waves and completely disappeared.

"Humph!"

The True Martial Emperor stared at A Qing, his eyes seemingly surging with boundless blood. With a cold snort, the True Martial Emperor suddenly raised his right hand, and a large black banner abruptly appeared in his palm.

The black flag was neither cloth nor silk, but resembled water and mist, so profound that it seemed capable of swallowing all light and consciousness.

Wow! This flag is amazing!

An indescribable feeling of palpitation flashed through her mind, and A Qing's expression changed slightly. The Green Bamboo Sword transformed into a shower of green light, swirling around the girl's side.

"town!"

A thunderclap rises from the silence, swallowing the sky and devouring the earth!

The Zhenwu Black Carved Banner suddenly unfurled! The tortoise and snake dharma image beneath the feet of the Zhenwu Emperor roared with earth-shattering force, and profound patterns as heavy as the earth appeared on the tortoise shell, while the snake's scales shimmered with a dark, cold light like black water.

In the next instant, the colossal body of the tortoise-serpent exploded, transforming into a tornado of demonic energy and blood. Its immense power, capable of crushing stars and freezing time, merged completely with the primal power unleashed by the black-carved flag!
Time seemed to freeze, space seemed to be poured, and an indescribable, primordial power, like that of the beginning of creation, suddenly erupted!

It's not just a simple cold; it's a silence that freezes all life, solidifies all flow, and ends all change!

Everything under the banner instantly lost its color and sound, leaving only a deathly silence and darkness.

The air solidified like black iron, the tides froze like icicles, and even the light was forcibly locked away, maintaining absolute silence, like flies imprisoned in amber for thousands of years.

Aqing's slender figure appeared incredibly small and fragile under the immense power that froze the heavens and earth.

Under the unparalleled suppressive power of the Zhenwu Black Carved Banner, the sword light of the Green Bamboo Sword dimmed inch by inch, like a candle flickering in the wind.

The celestial light flickered violently, as if it would be extinguished at any moment. The emerald jade hairpin, which was diagonally inserted into the girl's hair, emitted a faint but piercing mournful sound, and its surface was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks, shattering inch by inch!
The shimmering white jade dust was frozen in mid-air before it could even disperse, as if it were eternal.

Even though he has fallen into demonic possession, the True Martial Emperor still holds his position and represents the Heavenly Court's power to suppress the Six Paths!
Swords rise and flags flutter, divine might is like a prison, divine punishment is like the sea! Under the cover of the black-carved flag, the six realms of gods and demons can only be eternally imprisoned, until they meet the end of their complete annihilation.

"The True Martial Black Carved Banner! This is a primordial spiritual object; the Mysterious Maiden must avoid its sharp edge!"

Just then, the divine body of the Law of Heaven and Earth appeared, and the three-pointed double-edged sword transformed into a giant blade that cleaved mountains, slashing down towards the True Martial Emperor.

"Fizz!"

Almost simultaneously, a faint and hoarse voice rang out, and a ghostly figure in a yellow robe appeared in front of Yang Jian, pointing a finger at the edge of the three-pointed sword.

The sky darkened, all things withered, and the surrounding space was covered with fine, blood-like cracks.

Cracks spread rapidly in all directions, and even on Yang Jian's indestructible body, countless fine wounds appeared, with blood splattering everywhere.

"I never imagined that even the Lord of the Way of Peace would stoop to this level..."

Lin Xuan waved the Emperor's Banner, and the dark clouds engulfed the Eastern Peak Emperor. His right hand, wielding the Emperor's Sword, formed a Tai Chi symbol, deflecting Zhen Yuanzi's hair-thin blood-red light: "Fellow Daoist Yang, would you like to offer assistance?"

The Five Elders of Heaven are: the Buddha of the Western Paradise, Guanyin of the Southern Pole, the Holy Emperor of the Eastern Paradise, the Mysterious Spirit of the Northern Pole, and the Great Immortal of the Yellow Horn in the Central Pole.

The first two are self-explanatory, and the last three are the Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak, the Great Emperor of True Martial, and the Lord of the Way of Great Peace, Huang Tian.

As the ancestor of all earth immortals, Zhen Yuanzi was naturally incredibly powerful.

These great gods are only slightly inferior to the Four Emperors in terms of rank; if they were to actually fight, it would be hard to say who would win.

Even with all the advantages Lin Xuan had from the Reincarnation Space, and the Human Emperor Sword's ability to trigger a special attack against demonic spirits, they still dared not underestimate him.

If this really goes wrong, although it won't result in total annihilation, the subsequent plans will be rendered useless.

"I am unharmed." Yang Jian activated the Eight-Nine Arcane Technique, and the cracks that appeared on his armor and body rapidly healed. "But that Little Mystic Maiden is probably no match for Zhenwu!"

"This person is indeed formidable, but I'm not as weak as you make me out to be. Besides, I seem to have suddenly figured something out."

Just as the dark, primordial energy was about to completely converge and engulf A Qing's figure, a radiant light suddenly shone deep within the girl's eyes, piercing through illusion and reaching the very essence of existence.

As if she had finally achieved enlightenment after hundreds of years of contemplation, Aqing smiled slightly and gently waved her delicate hand in the air, as if plucking an invisible string.

An indescribable sword intent burst forth, as if outlining a huge and profound rune on the frozen wall of time.

The sword light surged, transforming into a torrent of blue light. Following a mysterious trajectory, it flowed and evolved into a myriad of phenomena, lightly grazing on the True Martial Black Banner.

"Om-"

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no flash of light tearing through the void; only an indescribable, wondrous sound remained between heaven and earth.

The lingering sound, like scattered stardust, echoed endlessly on the solidified dark banner and between the hands of the True Martial Emperor covered by his black armor, relentlessly questioning.

"..."

The True Martial Emperor slowly stepped back, his deep, blood-red eyes fixed on the right hand that was tightly gripping the black flag.

At some point, a shocking sword mark appeared on the incredibly sturdy Xuanjia armor of the True Martial Emperor.

Under the corrosive influence of the sword intent, even his rock-solid hand trembled almost imperceptibly.

"Are you sure?"

Lin Xuan glanced at A Qing and asked.

"According to the old master, after falling into demonic possession, one's intelligence is greatly diminished, and one's cultivation is far from its peak."

Aqing gripped the green bamboo sword tightly and sighed, "I just used all my strength in that strike, but I still couldn't break his tortoise shell. It will take at least half an hour to kill him. Am I just too weak?"

Yang Jian:"……"

"The True Martial Emperor is one of the most powerful gods in our Taoist sect. It would be unreasonable for you to be able to kill him with just a few sword strikes."

Lin Xuan asked, "Where is Fellow Daoist Yang?"

"Although I am not as good as the leader of the Way of Peace, I am capable of maintaining a stalemate."

"So be it."

Lin Xuan pointed his Emperor Sword diagonally at the sky: "The Way of Heaven is constant, and the Way of Man is orderly! You have acted against the will of Heaven and disrupted Yin and Yang. You shall be forever suppressed!"

The boundless sword intent tore through eternity, and the enormous Tai Chi array connected heaven and earth.

Humanitarian power bursts forth, and the rules of law and reason constantly rotate and crush, like the ever-renewing yin and yang fish.

Blood splattered, spiritual energy surged like the sea, then transformed into pure black and white, without beginning or end.

In an instant, apart from Lin Xuan, A Qing, the Lord of Taiping Dao, and the other seven people at the center of the formation, all the birds, beasts, demons, and even bodhisattvas and arhats within the formation were reduced to dust.

"Lin Xuan has activated the Tai Chi Sword Formation. It seems the situation is still under control."

Looking at the Tai Chi formation diagram shrouded in sword intent, Huang Rong exhaled a long breath: "Monkey, Lin Xuan and the others are all tied up, and right now Yunxiao and Zhao Gongming are holding up Dizang. I'm going to meet with Randeng, so I'll leave things here to you and Nezha. By the way, Master said your second junior brother isn't a bad person, so go and catch up with him."

Nezha: "..."

"That fool is a coward who's afraid of death. Even if he betrays us, it's useless. What's the point of saying anything..."

Sun Wukong was slightly tempted. He used his Fiery Eyes to find the timid Pigsy at the back of the crowd and hesitated, saying, "Little Master, it's easy for me to go see that idiot. But this old man, Dipankara, is a Buddha from the past. Although you have some Western Hua inheritance, you are far inferior to the Queen Mother of the West. Don't be so concerned about saving face that you suffer by sending me away, or it will affect the overall situation."

"Can't you speak properly, you monkey? Your teacher is always steady and reliable. How could I be so inconsiderate?"

Huang Rong was quite annoyed, and took the opportunity to transform into a golden ray of light and rush forward: "My Sea-Stabilizing Pearl was blessed by the Master. What's so difficult about entangled with a mere Buddha of the Past who is full of bad luck?"

"Amitabha!"

Dipankara Buddha snorted coldly, using his magic to block the endless stream of Sea-Stabilizing Pearls, his face as gloomy as if his mother had died.

"If you have this treasure... alright..."

Sun Wukong raised his golden cudgel: "Little Nezha, I'll leave this to you. I'm going to go catch up with that idiot."

"Hahaha! When it really matters, I'm the only one who's reliable. You monkey, get lost!"

Nezha was overjoyed and transformed into his three-headed, six-armed battle form. His Fire-Tipped Spear shot out like a dragon, and none could stand in his way.

Seeing Nezha's ferocity, the disciples of the Chan Sect were greatly encouraged and forced the Vajra Warriors to retreat repeatedly.

To be honest, Nezha was already a bit unruly, and after using the Mirror of Reflection, he opened up a whole new world for himself.

Although his strength has increased dramatically, his temper has also become much more irritable. He always says things like "My fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens," and he looks like he's asking for a beating.

Fortunately, there aren't many normal people here, so Nezha isn't considered too unusual.

"You idiot, you can't tell right from wrong, you can't tell good from bad, take a whack from me first!"

Sun Wukong grinned, and in a somersault, he appeared directly in front of Zhu Bajie, casually swinging his golden cudgel to smash him.

"Waaaaah, I'm one of us! Monkey King, please don't want me!"

When Pigsy saw Sun Wukong's menacing appearance, he was so frightened that he hurriedly lay down on the ground and begged for mercy.

"Pah! Who says we're on your side!"

Sun Wukong was angered by Zhu Bajie's nonchalant attitude and sneered, "Your job as the Cleansing Altar Messenger is quite cushy. While others are fighting to the death, you're living a carefree life."

"It's a long story, hey, don't poke me with your stick."

Pigsy clutched his stomach: "Old Dog Randeng didn't trust me, but he was also worried about leaving me on Mount Ling. So he ordered me to stay here with several masters to chant sutras. I finally managed to persuade them with my silver tongue and was ready to abandon the darkness and join my senior brother in the battle."

"Reciting scriptures?"

"That's right! Maitreya Buddha told us not to participate in the war between the Taoist sects, and ordered us to use our Buddhist power to create the Pool of Rebirth and quell the karmic forces of humanity in this world."

“Excellent! I originally thought that Maitreya Buddha’s actions were extremely virtuous, but I never imagined that his plans were so profound.”

"Great Sage, how have you been? We are so grateful to Brother Wuneng for informing us, otherwise we would have all been deceived by treacherous people."

"To my shame! The World Honored One had long since disappeared without a trace, then the Eastern Pure Land of Lapis Lazuli collapsed, the Great Physician Buddha perished, and even my fellow disciples Kasyapa and Jin Chanzi were nowhere to be found. We were filled with anxiety, and that's when the villains succeeded."

"There's nothing more to say now. Even if we Buddhist practitioners are reduced to ashes, we should still have fought against them."

A burst of Buddhist light appeared, and several old monks with different expressions appeared beside Pigsy, bowing to Monkey King.

"Alas, my master was a good person, but unfortunately he was too stubborn. I don't think he would have a good ending when he encountered such unreasonable things."

Sun Wukong let out a sigh of relief: "Venerable Ananda, Arhat who subdues dragons, Arhat who subdues tigers... Hmm, Monk Ji Dian, you're here too? No wonder I felt something was off when I arrived. I thought everyone was just being nostalgic and that's why they didn't make things difficult for me."

"The monk didn't want to come either, but he had no choice but to come when he was about to die."

Ji Gong waved his tattered palm-leaf fan: "This monk has figured it out. Whether I live or die, at least it will be more pleasant."

"What's wrong with you now...? Why are you acting crazy again?"

“Brother Daoji is right. In my opinion, Maitreya and even Amitabha Buddha don’t really care about the outcome of this battle.”

"The scheme is mostly to use the fall of the gods and Buddhas of this place to transform into boundless karma, forcibly breaking through the shackles of the cycle of reincarnation, so that Amitabha Buddha and others can directly face the cycle of reincarnation and its agents." Venerable Ananda held the Breaking-the-Precepts Knife: "Originally, this humble monk thought of resolving the karma of killing, but the mastermind behind it has a far-reaching plan. Even the True Martial Emperor and the Lord of the Way of Peace have fallen into demonic spirits. This dilemma is beyond the control of this humble monk. Only by fighting with all our might can we have a glimmer of hope."

“The Venerable Ananda is known as the foremost in learning, and there is certainly some truth to that.”

Sun Wukong grabbed Zhu Bajie and said, "You idiot, how could you possibly persuade them? It must be that those high and mighty gods and Buddhas are too unpopular and have aroused public anger."

"Exactly! Although I, Old Pig, am greedy and afraid of death, if someone wants my life, I will at least take a piece of their flesh."

"Eating all day long! Judging from your appearance, Lingshan has certainly not been short of food and drink for you."

Pigsy: "..."

"Alright, things have been settled. We're going to have to fight eventually, so you idiot, watch yourself."

Sun Wukong picked up his golden cudgel and casually twirled it: "Not bad. I, Old Sun, may not have much brains, but I've never been afraid of anyone when it comes to fighting."

"Great Sage, you jest. In this greatly changed situation, we should all work together to overcome this challenge."

Ananda smiled and said, "This humble monk never imagined that there would be a day when I would join forces with the Great Sage to fight against an enemy."

"Don't say that. I never have a good ending when I encounter such big events."

Sun Wukong let out a sigh of relief: "Alright, Venerable Ananda, stop talking nonsense and let's get started."

"Very good!"

***
Beyond the Nine Heavens of the Investiture of the Gods, at the summit of Cangming

Outside, demonic energy raged, and causal forces surged erratically, making the entire universe appear crimson.

A karmic barrier, as clear as crystal, enveloped the entire world of the Investiture of the Gods. Demonic energy constantly touched the barrier, turning into drops of pure black water, as if it were covered with the malice of the entire world.

Water droplets fell on the barrier, creating ripples, while roars and whispers rose from all directions, as if a terrifying battle was taking place in an unknown corner.

The next moment, beams of extremely dense crimson light shot into the sky, unstoppable like a tide, and bombarded the inner side of the karmic barrier.

Under the combined attack from both inside and outside, the karmic barrier also began to shake violently, emitting a slight cracking sound.

"Has the Heavenly Way become corrupt, and gods and Buddhas have to expiate karma? Has it come to this..."

The Master gazed at the strange phenomenon before him and sighed softly: "Maitreya, you've schemed so much, aren't you afraid of the consequences and all your efforts coming to naught?"

"Master, you are indeed a man of profound wisdom. You saw the secret at a glance. I admire you."

The purest and most dazzling Buddha light shone down, transforming into Maitreya's compassionate yet indifferent Buddha form: "To be honest, I am somewhat disappointed to see you here, Master."

Whom did you originally intend to meet here?

"I am Lingbao Tianzun."

Maitreya hesitated for a moment, then smiled and said, "It seems that I was judging others by my own standards. Lingbao Tianzun, who looked down on all ages, would not bother to hide behind the scenes and orchestrate the universe. Now he should be completely dead and gone. Master, you have to thank Lingbao Tianzun for burning his soul and giving it to those in the heavens who are destined to have it."

"His chess skills aren't very good, but he's always thinking about playing chess. He's both bad at it and loves to play."

The Master snorted coldly, "You've been putting on airs for so long. Don't make a fool of yourself and cause the world to lose the position of Maitreya."

"All the heavens and myriad worlds have become mere pawns. What virtue or ability do I, a humble monk, possess to dare transcend them?"

Maitreya smiled and said, "To be honest, although you are not as good as the Heavenly Venerable Lingbao, I am not confident of victory either. Today, two other fellow Daoists have lent me a helping hand, so please do not take offense, Master."

"Haha! Good! This tastes just right!" The Master laughed heartily, "Since you think so highly of me, why not take action together?"

"Hmph! I'm afraid the Master didn't live many years. He's not worthy of being called 'old' in front of us."

Space tore open, and two ancient emperors, adorned with tall crowns and wide belts, appeared amidst the demonic tide, exuding a vast and ethereal aura.

The next instant, a clear and melodious bell rang out, an unimaginably large scroll unfolded, and a vast and magnificent force field slowly rotated around the two of them, even the all-pervasive demonic energy was kept out and could not invade their side.

"Ancient Emperor Taiyi, Ancient Emperor Dijun?"

"I have long heard that you are worthy of being a teacher for all ages, but today I have seen you and you are nothing special."

The ancient emperor, with a resounding voice, sneered: "The ancient emperors of the human race are long gone. Today, my brothers and I are the demon emperors, Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi."

"I see. I misspoke."

The Master bowed slightly and sighed softly, "Why would a virtuous ancient emperor of the human race choose to become the emperor of the demon race?"

"In the past, during the conflict of faiths, it was the human race that abandoned us for the sake of the mere Yanhuang lineage, not the other way around."

Di Jun sneered, "If you blame me for this, then I will look down on you."

“What His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor said makes sense.”

The Master was silent for a moment, then nodded: "It is somewhat regrettable that we have to become enemies with you two in this struggle for humanity."

In pre-Qin classics such as the Classic of Mountains and Seas, the entire map of ancient mythology is based on three major pantheons: the Yellow Emperor lineage, the Yan Emperor lineage, and the Di Jun lineage.

However, only the Yan and Huang lineage survived to later generations, while the lineage of Emperor Jun disappeared without a trace in the later mythological system.

Even when mentioned only briefly, Di Jun is often falsely accused of being a demon emperor, appearing as a three-legged golden crow, which is quite lamentable.

the reason is simple.

During the process of unifying the Chinese territory, the Yellow Emperor's tribe underwent a long period of annexation and integration with the lineage of Emperor Jun.

This concept of "swallowing" encompasses not only war and force, but also spirit and faith.

There is a passage in the "Discourses of the States: Discourses of Chu, Part II" that praises Emperor Zhuanxu. It says something like this: "The Jiuli people were in chaos, and the people and gods were mixed together... Zhuanxu accepted this and ordered the Southern Minister Chong to oversee the heavens and be in charge of the gods... This is called 'severing the connection between heaven and earth'."

This means that the previous tribes had too many gods and it was too chaotic, so it was necessary to establish the Yellow Emperor as the sole ancestor.

Therefore, the ancestral gods originally worshipped by clans and tribes, including the Dijun tribe and the Yandi tribe, were abolished and replaced with the gods of the Yellow Emperor pantheon.

Therefore, Di Jun's name was completely erased, and his deeds were attributed to Di Ku, the great-grandson of the Yellow Emperor.

For example, Xihe, the wife of Emperor Jun, gave birth to ten suns or twelve months respectively with Emperor Xi, which represents the pantheon of Emperor Jun.

The result was that "the Yellow Emperor ordered Xihe to divine the sun, and Changxi to divine the moon."

Thus, Xi and Changxi became two ministers under the Yellow Emperor in charge of the calendar, and had no further connection with Di Jun in mythological history.

After the achievements of Di Jun and his descendants were distributed among other deities...

Di Jun's pantheon thus faded into obscurity, becoming merely a few words in historical records.

The same problem applies to Donghuang Taiyi. Although Taiyi is the supreme god of Jingchu, Jingchu culture has also been integrated into Chinese culture.

Thus, Donghuang Taiyi was left with only a lonely title, and the related myths, deeds, and beliefs gradually faded away.

"I was born in the myriad realms of the heavens and the worlds, amidst the faith of humanity. If faith were to cease, even though I am an ancient emperor, I would be obliterated in the long river of time, never to be redeemed again."

Donghuang Taiyi coldly said, "The world is ignorant, how can I make a mistake? Therefore, we may simply go with the flow, abandon our divine bodies and transform into demon bodies, vowing to exterminate all the human races in the heavens."

"It doesn't matter, billions of years have passed in a flash. Today we are opening a new era, and we should rebuild our faith in humanity."

Di Jun said calmly, "If Master's soul does not perish, I will summon you to an audience in the next era. At that time, Master can call me 'Heavenly Emperor' again."

"Yes, I understand."

The Master pondered for a moment and said, "Your Majesties were defeated by Nuwa, Xuanyuan and others in the past, but you were unwilling to be annihilated along with the faith of humanity. Therefore, Your Majesties joined forces with Buddhism to create the Demon Spirit, intending to return all the heavens and myriad worlds to chaos, thereby re-establishing humanity and striving for another era?"

"It is true that we have joined forces with Buddhism, but the demonic spirit has nothing to do with us. As for the human race in all the heavens, they are all treacherous and deserve to die."

Donghuang Taiyi's face darkened: "Our incense offerings have all been extinguished, and the fools of this world know no reverence, even going so far as to accuse us of being demons. If it were Master Fu, would you then protect these ignorant and shameless people?"

"Oh? So, the demons that wreak havoc across the heavens have nothing to do with you all?"

"The demonic spirit is a product of the end of chaos, and its origin is beyond our knowledge. Even in Buddhism, only Amitabha Buddha knows a little about its cause and effect."

Maitreya clasped his hands together and said, "But I have long heard that when a country is about to perish, there will surely be evil spirits. Now that humanity is on the verge of collapse, it is nothing to worry about some demonic spirits."

"Hahaha! Whether it's Buddhism or demonic spirits, they have no grudge against my brother and me, so it doesn't matter."

Di Jun calmly said, "But as Donghuang said, humanity is no longer what it used to be, and its hearts are more filthy and corrupt than those of demons. It is beyond redemption. Today, we join forces to annihilate humanity and reopen the ancient mythological era, which is also a meritorious act of the Heavenly Dao."

"Do you still harbor thoughts of seeking merit from Heaven?"

The Master laughed and said, "After listening for so long, you are nothing but pawns going with the flow, not worthy of being considered chess players."

"Call us pawns if you will, but since we've been put into this game, we should at least see who wins and who loses."

Donghuang Taiyi sneered, "Besides, Master looks down on us, but how much better are you than us?"

"Amitabha! Even if the Master is a chess piece, he can still influence the outcome of the game."

Maitreya smiled and said, "It's getting late. Why don't you two join forces with this humble monk to kill Master? When the barrier of this realm is broken, our chances of victory will increase even more."

"We will do as the master says." Di Jun and Tai Yi exchanged a glance and nodded slightly.

"Count me in too."

A clear male voice rang out, and four extremely ancient longswords seemed to have traversed the river of time, appearing beside the Master.

As the swords fell, the formation began, and a vast and profound sword intent flowed and suppressed, radiating an invincible sharpness.

"The Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation? The Tongtian Cult Master?"

Maitreya's smile was somewhat stiff: "Your life force is exhausted. If you attack us today, regardless of victory or defeat, you will not escape the fate of having your soul and body destroyed."

"so what?"

A profound and unfathomable young Taoist appeared out of thin air within the sword formation: "This humble Taoist, Tongtian, greets the Master."

"Of course, of course." The Master cupped his hands in greeting to the Tongtian Sect Leader: "Actually, these three people might not be able to kill me."

"Neither Lingbao Tianzun nor Tongtian Jiaozhu had the habit of hiding behind others."

The Tongtian Sect Leader said calmly, "Although that bald man is a Buddha, Master is more than capable of handling him. As for the remaining two birdmen, we, the Jie Sect, will take care of them."

Di Jun: "..."

Donghuang Taiyi: "..."

"boom!"

Just then, boundless blood-red light erupted, transforming into a crimson lightning bolt with a diameter of several thousand miles, striking the spatial barrier like divine punishment.

The void twisted, and a thunderous shattering sound resounded throughout the three realms.

This is the sound of the spatial barrier constantly breaking and collapsing.

"Hmm?" The Tongtian Sect Leader's gaze narrowed slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

The next moment, the void was completely divided.

Countless figures, existing only in myths and legends, gazed from afar at the world of Investiture of the Gods and the myriad realms derived from it, their terrifying wills constantly descending and clashing.

The mere aftershocks of the clash of wills caused the entire plane's time and space to be constantly shattered and reorganized, and countless powerful demonic spirits were instantly crushed into dust, turning into pure energy vortexes.

"The fall of Zhenwu and Dongyue, the annihilation of Huangtian—this karma is enough to turn countless worlds into dust. It's normal that the barrier of this cycle of reincarnation can't hold..."

The Master stroked his beard and said, "Unexpectedly, they were one step ahead of us."

Is it good or bad?

"Of course it's a good thing. No matter who dies below, the spatial barrier will break. In the end, it's not you who died, fellow Daoist."

The Master smiled and said, "Nuwa and Laozi have other plans. Let's make this our battlefield. Once we kill the three on the other side, we can finally get some rest."

"Exactly what I want!"

As soon as he spoke, the law came into effect. A burst of azure light erupted, and the four swords of Zhuxian spontaneously transformed into the four paths of reincarnation, with layers upon layers of minor worlds enveloping Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi.

"..."

(End of this chapter)