A journey of survival starting from Zhetian

Chapter 734 The Divine Power Unleashed from the Seventh Heaven

Before Jian Keng could even think of struggling, a deep and abstract shadow silently strolled in front of him, extending a fingertip that could be described as "delicate" and pressing it against his brow.

"Snapped"

A soft sound echoed, and strands of bright red blood flowed from Jian Keng's brow. Fragments of his primordial spirit, imbued with the illusory Dao, were extracted, causing the favor from the Nine Netherworlds to slowly fade away and dissipate all the fireflies of time.

With two fingers gently pinching a glimmer of spiritual light, the pseudo-otherworldly figure, hidden in the shadows, instantly showed a hint of surprise and doubt.

He muttered to himself, "Strange, it doesn't contain what I'm looking for. This True Martial Dao Child's understanding of the Other Shore Realm is even more superficial than mine?"

"Having a Daoist Venerable as a backer shouldn't be like this. Wait, I didn't find any useful information about the divine power that Zhenwu just used!"

"It's a scam!"

As the thought arose, an extremely unsettling sensation began to reverberate wildly within his primordial spirit, warning him of an approaching danger that could severely injure or even kill him.

Without the slightest hesitation, this false other shore immediately retreated as prompted by the thought.

However, the mangled body, which should have been on its deathbed, suddenly stretched out a pale, bloodless hand, tore through part of the shadow, and gripped the pseudo-otherworldly body.

Golden lotuses fell silently, reflecting a slightly damaged bright yellow banner, revealing an incomplete universe, which crashed down from nothingness into reality, heading straight for this pseudo-otherworldly spirit who cultivated the path of shadow.

As the projection of the river of time manifested, various futures of this pseudo-other shore who cultivated the path of shadows emerged, like threads extending into the future, pointing in different directions.

In the future, a small number of "He" will voluntarily leave this shortcut, break free from the sea of ​​suffering, and be connected by brilliant threads of cause and effect to the illusory and uncertain [Real World]. The majority of "He" in the future will be accompanied by the power of the [Nine Netherworlds], as if they have merged with this shortcut.

That was how it was supposed to be, but now, all the lines extending into the future have revealed a bright yellow banner, slowly swaying, transforming into a slightly dilapidated myriad worlds, falling upon the spirits of all the "future selves".

"No!"

The false head of the other shore and its inherent spiritual light burst apart into a cloud of blood mist amidst a loud scream.

Simultaneously, the vitality that stretched from the long river of time and destiny was severed by the bright yellow banner. Whether it was the past or the future, or the projection of others scattered with countless fragments of cosmic light, just like Him at this point in time, His head and primordial spirit turned into a blood mist.

A dazzling spectacle swept across the sky, the vast shadows and the somber twilight forming a boundary where only a faint light remained, spreading throughout the [Nine Netherworld].

Countless Netherworld demons perished tragically in this calamity, while countless others were born within it. In this shallow Netherworld region, which is close to the Realm of Truth, the laws of nature were permanently distorted and altered into a constantly turbulent, intertwined, and never-ending shadow.

“Tick. Tick.”

Drop by drop, divine blood carrying immense creative power flowed softly, falling onto this land. Strands of time's residual colors emitted a low echo, shattering into flawless radiance.

Covered in wounds of the Great Dao, having lost the favor of the Nine Netherworlds, fallen to the false other shore, with the illusory Great Dao shattered, power nearly exhausted, and being eroded by the demonic energy of the Nine Netherworlds, Jian Keng emerged from the void.

He arrived before his "broken demonic body," constructed with great supernatural powers, and leaned on the tattered bright yellow banner. Looking at the fifty-three pseudo-Other Shores surrounding him, his expression of fear, rage, and disbelief gradually calmed down.

With a touch of emotion, Jian Keng said softly, "What a grand scheme. First, they trapped me in the [Nine Netherworld] and surrounded me with the power of fifty-four pseudo-Other Shores. Even after seeing that I was severely injured, they still sent out a pseudo-Other Shore to test me."

“Even though I am the Dao Venerable’s attendant, I am merely a great supernatural being who has not yet attained the Creation Realm for an entire era. You really take me too seriously.”

A pseudo-otherworldly being with snake-like hair chuckled, "This is necessary. If we didn't make such a decision, we would never have been able to keep you, Zhenwu, here."

The demon, with three dog heads, an anthropomorphic body, and a height of over three meters, shrieked in the void, “In our plan, when you enter the [Nine Netherworld], you will lose the blessing of the [Nine Heavens] and the power of the pseudo-Other Shore. With only an Other Shore divine weapon that cannot unleash its full power, you will be left with no choice but to surrender.”

"But you used a supernatural power that we cannot fully understand. Without affecting your own rationality, you transformed yourself into a demon from the Nine Netherworlds, deceived the will of the Nine Netherworlds, and borrowed the power of the place of near-the-path to ascend back to the pseudo-other shore."

“Zhenwu, the power you have displayed is worthy of our respect.”

Nearly ten thousand feet tall, with an indescribable, anthropomorphic form, it also spoke, "If we hadn't tacitly delayed by half a breath, allowing this 'Shadow Demon,' who successfully cultivated to the perfection of creation during the Daoist Master's sermon, to think he had a chance to come and extract your soul, perhaps more than one fellow Daoist would have perished in that instant."

This indescribable figure, nearly ten thousand feet tall, curled its lips into a cruel smile. "Without the help of this 'kind' fellow Daoist, when you revealed this trump card, perhaps you would have had a sliver of hope to escape the [Nine Netherworld]."

"Now, what means do you have to survive in our hands?"

"Show me what you've got."

This indescribable, deep whisper, like an echo luring all spirits into slumber, came one after another, endlessly and without end.

An overwhelming drowsiness surged into his heart instantly, a sense of peace, utter surrender, and a chilling feeling of giving up on life, constantly knocking on the door of his true spirit, causing Jian Keng's innate spiritual light to flicker slightly, threatening to be extinguished.

"Whoosh. Whoosh"

A force from an alternative river of time gently rippled, causing tiny, translucent golden lotuses to fall, blooming with the purity of the central earth element, spontaneously coalescing into a grand array of the other shore.

At this moment, the Wuji Apricot Yellow Flag in Jian Keng's hand emitted a faint light, fully radiating the essence of Wu Earth, blocking the pseudo-other shore level power that was impacting his mind and true spirit.

The pseudo-Bi'an with snake hair changed his expression slightly. "As expected of Dao Zun's attendant, he is actually qualified to be recognized by Bi'an Jueshi and automatically protect his master."

“We previously thought that the Dao Venerable still had control over this peerless weapon, but we never imagined that you would have the qualifications and ability to refine this treasure that originated from the Primordial Heavenly Venerable. This was indeed a miscalculation on our part.”

"But with just this method, you still can't escape."

This pseudo-otherworldly figure has towering serpentine hair, and the eyes of each long snake seem to penetrate time, stretching into the past and the future.

Countless terrifying gazes, amplified by the power of the Nine Netherworlds, descended from infinite heights, covering the infinite microscopic world, piercing through boundless illusions, and striking directly into Jian Keng's eyes. Strands of petrification silently appeared on Jian Keng's body, even the Wuji Apricot Yellow Banner was stained gray-white, constantly eroding the remaining essence of both, causing everything to solidify.

During this petrification process, the other fifty-two pseudo-Other Shore beings gathered terrifying power within their bodies, and all kinds of authority condensed, watching Zhenwu in front of them with extreme silence, while also guarding against the Dao Venerable who could kill them at any moment.

Within the Nine Heavens, powerful beings of creation and pseudo-other shores all turned their attention to the Nine Netherworld, watching the development of events.

The powerful being of creation on the Moonlit Palace muttered to himself, "Zhenwu is dying, isn't the Daoist Master coming yet?"

“I remember that when the Nine Heavens and the Nine Netherworlds were constructed, most of the power was controlled by the Dao Venerable through open schemes. With just a thought, these pseudo-other shores of the Nine Netherworlds would lose their power, revealing their perfect creation nature, and be easily erased.”

"Logically speaking, designing the Dao Venerable's attendant in this way is to provoke the Dao Venerable himself, and the consequence of provoking the will of the other shore is certain death without a burial place."

Above the Milky Way, the Taoist priest with his hair tied up with a wooden fork also fell into deep thought.

According to His calculations, if this group of Nine Netherworld demons had provoked the Buddha, a weaker being who had just entered the Other Shore realm, then things would be alright. Even the Buddha, upon entering the Nine Netherworld, would be outnumbered and might even be surrounded and killed by more than fifty pseudo-Other Shore beings.

But by provoking the Dao Venerable who holds most of the authority in the Nine Netherworld, these pseudo-Other Shores of the Nine Netherworld are courting death.

Unless, of course, these demons have absolute certainty and the confidence to not fear the Daoist Master.

In the sixth heaven, within the Jade Pool, where a thin mist rises.

The Golden Emperor's gaze was cold and piercing. He was not at all surprised by the actions of these fellow Daoists from the Nine Netherworlds who plotted against Zhenwu. Apart from the Dao, there was nothing else.

The Daoist Master preached the other shore realm within the Zixiao Palace and spread countless principles of heaven and earth, but this was not enough. For these great supernatural beings, it was far from sufficient.

With the Daoist master holding them by the throat, and because they have never truly reached the other shore, they are also unable to reach the other shore. This barrier to advancement is something that every great supernatural being wants to break through.

However, some powerful beings are wary of the Dao Venerable and have various constraints, so they are unwilling to do so. On the other hand, some powerful beings are born without any scruples, and will stop at nothing to prove their Dao and uncover what the Dao Venerable may be hiding.

After comparing his own authority in the Nine Heavens, the Golden Emperor understood and sneered in his heart, "Fifty-four fellow Daoists of the Nine Netherworlds at the pseudo-Other Shore level conspired to plot against Zhenwu. Only fifty-four fellow Daoists of the Nine Netherworlds have shown up, while the other 'fellow Daoists' with pseudo-Other Shore power have not yet appeared."

"It's really interesting that, by relying on the Daoist teachings, hundreds of fellow Daoists who might possess pseudo-otherworldly power in the 'future' were forcibly 'descended' to the 'present time point' in order to strengthen the [Nine Netherworld], a place close to the Dao, and thus dilute the Daoist's authority over the Nine Netherworld at the 'current time point'."

"When the power held by the Dao Venerable is diluted to a certain extent, he will be unable to interfere with the Nine Netherworld with his power, which will affect his power and cause him to fall into the false other shore."

"Is this a scheme against the Daoist boy Zhenwu, or is it an attempt to use his influence to plot against the Daoist Master?"

The Golden Emperor's eyes swirled with the tides of time as he used the power of the Nine Heavens to observe one future after another, attempting to find some possibilities that might have been hidden.

Unfortunately, the power of the Nine Heavens Realm could not penetrate this shortcut, and the future clearly did not affect the power of the Nine Heavens Realm. What it could see was extremely limited. Even using certain words transmitted to the Nine Heavens as special nodes for indirect observation, it was difficult to glimpse even a tiny fragment of the true future.

In the seventh heaven, inside a palace engulfed in flames.

The Fire Emperor and his subordinates were also keeping a close eye on the situation in the Nine Netherworld.

Relying on the principles taught by the Daoist Master, the Great Shaman of Fire, who had cultivated his realm to the pinnacle of creation, had eyes that seemed to be filled with the roar of billions of stars. "Your Majesty, why don't we take up arms and use our supernatural powers to attack the Nine Netherworlds and destroy one or two pseudo-Other Shore level demons?"

“Jian Keng is a shaman from our country and the inheritor of the shamanic tradition. These scum from the Nine Netherworlds are scheming against him, which is more than just a slap in the face to the Dao Venerable.”

"My face hurts a little too!"

The Great Sage of Winged Fire also had a dark face and his eyes showed anger, but his words were cold and clear: "The situation is still unclear. If we take action, we will inevitably fall into the trap of some enemies."

"Those who plot against Jian Keng will definitely not ignore us, after all, being a successor of the shaman is another symbol of Him besides the Daoist Venerable."

"Moreover, I dare say that those who plotted against Jian Keng were definitely not just those scum in the Nine Netherworlds. There must also be pseudo-others within the Nine Heavens who made moves in this scheme."

As soon as the Great Sage of Winged Fire finished speaking, the pseudo-Other Shore with snake hair deep in the Nine Netherworlds couldn't wait to reach out and peel a fragment of memory from Jian Keng's true spirit.

Those were Jian Keng's childhood memories in their kingdom, as well as the shamanistic tradition and corresponding inheritance passed down by these great supernatural beings.

"Yongmang, you're courting death!"

The Great Sage of Winged Fire's emotions instantly went berserk. The six perfected illusory Great Daos and more than a dozen unperfected illusory Great Daos condensed into a terrifying power, evolving into a blood-dripping guillotine, which cleaved down towards the [Nine Netherworld].

The power belonging to the pseudo-other shore, in this instant, pierced through the river of time and destiny from the [Nine Heavens Realm], returning to the third second after the creation of this era, and through two special time nodes that were interlocked by two nearby places, it traversed across to the "present time node".

The Great Shaman of Fire laughed loudly, "This is the real you!"

The next instant, a massive peachwood staff, its reflections superimposed upon itself, was swung from His hand, unleashing terrifying power. It also took advantage of that special time point, falling from the [Nine Heavens Realm] into the [Nine Netherworld Realm], like a mountain reaching to the heavens, a world-shaking force, falling madly in the most violent manner.

"I'm coming too!"

"How could I be missing from such a grand formation!"

"Everyone, behold my newly perfected sorcery!"

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The pseudo-Other Shores under the Fire Emperor's command, their eyes already revealing murderous intent, launched a fierce attack.

(End of this chapter)