A journey of survival starting from Zhetian

Chapter 735 God’s will
Seeing his subordinates, who were at the pseudo-Other Shore level, unleash their supernatural powers, the Fire Emperor neither stopped them nor used any supernatural powers in return.

He simply looked coldly at the fifty-odd pseudo-Other Shores in the [Nine Netherworld], as well as those Nine Netherworld demons who were in the shadows, using time-related Daoist techniques to borrow the power of future creation at the perfect level and the corresponding Nine Netherworld authority, thus diluting the authority of the Dao Venerable.

This is a far-reaching scheme, involving not only Zhenwu, but also the Fire Emperor and his allies, who have all been forced into the game.

Yongmang, this once great supernatural being, is now a demon from the Nine Netherworlds. The Fire Emperor had also met him and knew that he was proficient in the illusory Dao of the primordial spirit, true spirit, and consciousness.

For this person, it would be perfectly acceptable to only explore the relevant information about Dao Zun in Zhenwu's mind, and directly skip the rest of the non-essential memories.

Now, Yongmang is extracting Zhenwu's childhood memories and searching for the corresponding lineage of His Fire Emperor's kingdom, clearly intending to drag them down and cause even greater turmoil.

"What exactly do these fellow cultivators from the Nine Netherworlds want to do?"

"But whatever they intend to do, since they have already shown their intention to steal the lineage and heritage of my kingdom, then they should be prepared for retaliation."

The Fire Emperor rose, and strands of fire-elemental power swirled around the Seventh Heaven. He mobilized numerous powers to empower the pseudo-Otherworld figures such as the Great Shaman of Fire and the Great Sage of Winged Fire, making their auras even stronger.

In an instant, the divine abilities unleashed by several pseudo-Other Shores under the Fire Emperor's command were amplified, their power instantly increasing several times. Terrifying illusory reflections fell silently in the [Nine Netherworld], causing the expressions of the Nine Netherworld Demons to change drastically, and causing the expressions of the pseudo-Other Shores who were preparing to review the memories of True Martial to change abruptly.

Yongmang was the quickest to react, or rather, He had anticipated this. "The reaction was so decisive. I thought that the Fire Emperor and those hot-tempered guys would hesitate for a few more breaths in this situation."

His serpentine hair twisted, shifting his gaze away from Zhenwu, halting the petrification process. He then turned his gaze to the pseudo-other shore beside him, forcibly binding himself and the Fire Emperor and other pseudo-other shores together. In the shortest possible time, he concealed all traces of his presence in the river of time and destiny.

"Yongmang! You tricked me!"

At some point in the past, a pseudo-otherworldly being, resembling a combination of a praying mantis and a spider, turned deathly pale and screamed loudly.

He unleashed countless supernatural powers and magical techniques, unleashing all kinds of authority and illusory Dao. However, all of this was in vain. At this moment, He had become a "substitute" for Yongmang in terms of cause and effect, fate, time, destiny, and so on.

The divine power that was originally heading towards Yongmang suddenly seemed to have been tricked, and instead charged straight at Him. It was as if, in the eyes of the pseudo-otherworldly beings such as the Great Shaman of Huilu, this pseudo-otherworldly being that resembled a combination of a mantis and a spider was Yongmang himself.

The endless shadows of peach wood sticks were aimed at each of the "Mantises" who resembled a combination of a mantis and a spider, existing in both the "past" and the "future," and crushed down on their bodies with boundless force.

An indescribable echo reverberated as countless insects vibrated their transparent, thin wings, emitting hoarse, terrifying growls as they burst forth from the void, gnawing at flesh and chewing bones.

The ancient, eerie song, sung in a strange and unsettling tone, was intangible yet imprinted with a real, deep-seated fear, like torture, ravaging the mind.

Strands of blood-red light rose from his eyes, reflecting the tearful glint of the blade in the nightmare. He mercilessly slashed at every vulnerable spot on his body.

The rest, this pseudo-other shore resembling a combination of a mantis and a spider, is no longer discernible.

Under this sudden and unexpected attack of supernatural powers, every being in the [Nine Netherworld], whether in the past or the future, was completely reduced to a mutilated corpse, with only a last glimmer of life remaining.

"hiss"

A long, gray-white serpent descended from the annals of history, silently flicking its tongue at the pieces of corpses. It then darted into the void, biting off a piece of the Netherworld Authority that exuded the aura of flesh, reproduction, proliferation, and reconciliation. It quickly swallowed it and vanished into history in the briefest of moments.

"boom!"

A false otherworldly being has completely fallen.

The immense power spread wildly throughout the Nine Netherworld, where the phenomena of the fallen and the shadows overlapped and intertwined, forcibly creating a pool of flesh and blood, shimmering with a bloody light, from which grew one after another white worm with sharp teeth.

The remaining aftershocks directly stirred up all directions, causing wisps of Netherworld demonic energy to undergo shocking changes, forming a law-shaking vibration similar to a mortal explosion, forcing the pseudo-Other Shore beings to retreat.

"Ugh!"

"You have broken your promise!"

"If you want me to fall, you won't have an easy time either!"

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Just then, amidst the chaos of the Nine Netherworld Laws and the confusion of time and destiny, terrifying celestial laws swept across the sky, and streaks of blood-red light dripped onto the dark red earth.

Those ancient beings who possessed pseudo-otherworld power through the power of the Nine Netherworld were, behind their close friends, unleashing crimson blades to shatter the true spirits at the infinite heights, erase the primordial spirits of creation, and extract fragments of Nine Netherworld authority.

Their target does not seem to be Zhenwu, the Daoist master's attendant, but rather the many fellow Daoists who are with them in the Nine Netherworld.

Held aloft by a golden lotus and protected within the layers of Dharma realms by the Wuji Apricot Yellow Banner, Jian Keng stared in disbelief at the incredibly "tacit" scene before him and at the strange phenomena caused by the fall of the pseudo-Other Shore.

He murmured, "Isn't this a bit too much? After all the scheming, even the Nine Netherworld Pseudo-Other Shore, who participated, was part of the scheme."

"They must have made corresponding agreements before taking action, setting a general tone, at least to prevent them from intentionally harming each other. Are these ancient creations really that terrifying?"

Jian Keng seemed to understand that these pseudo-other shores of the [Nine Netherworld] were using him as a pawn to elicit certain powers they needed, thereby seizing what they desired from their "fellow practitioners".

Suddenly, a feeling of palpitation reverberated through Jian Keng's vast inner sea.

Before he could circulate the last bit of power he had gathered within his body to resist, time had already stopped.

A ferocious hand covered in red hair reached out at an unpredictable moment, piercing through the Dharma Realm where the Wuji Apricot Yellow Banner had risen, tearing apart the golden lotuses, lifting Jian Keng's crown chakra, grasping the primordial spirit within his mangled body, and seizing the true spirit located at an infinitely high place.

"They actually succeeded? Their vigilance was so poor?"

"Does this mean they think they are safe, or that being used as a pawn means they won't be the ones slaughtered?"

"Heh, all those mysterious Taoist techniques I saw before left me somewhat shocked, and I mistakenly thought you had many trump cards up your sleeve. It turns out you really are just the gatekeeper of the Taoist Master."

A detached, neutral voice echoed through time and fate, while wisps of dark shadows surrounded this false otherworldly being, blurring its form and distorting its message.

The pseudo-other shore slowly withdrew its hand, extracting Jian Keng's memories, laws, and the Great Dao. A mutilated corpse, pierced through the chest by a spear and with a bloody hole in its forehead, slowly fell onto the dark red earth, tinged with blood.

"Clatter." The mangled corpse lay silently in pieces, the aftershocks of the pseudo-Other Shore level attack power echoing, gradually blurring the broken bones and fragments of flesh until their form was no longer discernible.

At the same time, the tattered Wuji apricot-yellow flag, which had been protecting the Dharma realm, began to slowly fall.

This peerless sword, having concealed its blooming golden lotuses and ceased displaying any otherworldly phenomena, resembled a souvenir sold by a street vendor in a mortal tourist area—not particularly exquisite, and even flawed.

"The divine weapon from the other shore is damaged."

The pseudo-Other Shore, surrounded by darkness, picked up the Wuji Apricot Yellow Flag, its expression unchanged.

He was an expert in weapon crafting and was confident that he could repair the broken divine weapon at the pseudo-other shore level, making this supreme treasure from the Primordial Heavenly Venerable completely his own.

A faint light from time flickered, and the pseudo-otherworldly figure dissipated, beginning to trace back along a certain point in time.

"Leave behind the treasures of the other shore!"

"Leave behind Zhenwu's memories!"

"Leave Zhenwu's primordial spirit behind!"

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A series of furious roars echoed through the depths of time, and one after another, blood-stained weapons imbued with the demonic energy of the Nine Netherworld stood erect, blocking the path of this pseudo-other shore shrouded in darkness.

The laws of heaven and earth suddenly solidified.

In an instant, the river of time and destiny in the [Nine Netherworld] surged, and countless pseudo-other shores looked over. While reaping power, some ancient beings also began to intervene at this point in time, unleashing their divine powers and spells.

"Boom!"

The river of time and destiny is boiling. In every real past in the Nine Netherworld, there are many false other shores wielding their offensive and divine powers. In every illusory future, there are false other shores fighting with all their might, attempting to seize some kind of initiative and chance of survival.

Sword and blade flashes in every moment, and every instant, a pseudo-other shore from the Nine Netherworlds bleeds and lies dead on the spot.

When a pseudo-Other Shore falls to a certain point, these demons of the Nine Netherworlds tacitly suppress it completely, slaying everything from the past to the future, shattering the true spirit at infinite heights, extracting the illusory Great Dao, and dividing up the power of the Nine Netherworlds.

"cough"

Holding the True Martial Primordial Spirit and the True Martial True Spirit in his grasp, the pseudo-Other Shore, surrounded by darkness, bled from the corner of his mouth.

His gaze was indifferent and clear. He had made relevant deductions beforehand regarding the matter of seizing Zhenwu's memories, but the intensity of the battle in the Nine Netherworld still exceeded his expectations.

The pseudo-other side, surrounded by darkness, sighed inwardly, "I must give up some things, otherwise I will not be able to escape."

With a change of heart, He released Zhenwu's primordial spirit and true soul, and divided the memories he had read into billions of parts, sending them across the void to each pseudo-other shore in every moment of time in the [Nine Netherworld].

"Zhenwu, I've already thrown it out."

A detached voice echoed silently, reverberating through countless ages, attracting the attention of all the great supernatural beings in the myriad realms.

The entire battlefield fell silent for a moment, and then the supernatural powers at the pseudo-other shore level covered layers of time, allowing the power symbolizing the pseudo-other shore and ordinary great supernatural beings to rise in every frame of "past" and "future".

It's not just the Creation of the Nine Netherworld that's getting involved; the pseudo-other shore and Creation of the Nine Heavens are also vying for Zhenwu's primordial spirit, true soul, and memories through various means.

"Click. Click."

A series of shattering sounds echoed as, in the terrifying clash of supernatural powers, Zhenwu's primordial spirit and true soul could no longer withstand the terrifying aftershocks and turned into countless fragments.

Some pseudo-otherworldly beings and great masters of creation, who were proficient in prophecy, fate, cause and effect, and curses, intercepted the vast majority of them, while the remaining small portion was annihilated into nothingness or collapsed out of the [Nine Netherworld], falling into the boundless fragments of cosmic light, concealing the traces of fate and cause and effect, and completely disappearing from the eyes of many creators.

However, this great battle did not stop; instead, it intensified.

The pseudo-other shores, residing in the [Nine Netherworld] and the [Nine Heavens], rewind time and engage in a fierce battle in the third second after the creation of the world.

The pseudo-other shores, such as the Great Shaman of Huilu, want to reclaim the lineage and heritage of their kingdoms from these demons. The pseudo-other shores, such as the Earth Emperor, want to take a share from these fellow Daoists and spy on whether the Dao Venerable has any secrets that have not been revealed to outsiders. Some pseudo-other shores want to take advantage of this opportunity to seize corresponding authority from their Daoist enemies and completely occupy a path of heaven and earth.

A series of tremors erupted within the Nine Heavens and the Nine Netherworlds, and wisps of light and shadow clashing between the "past" and the "future" reflected in the present moment, sweeping out a vast aura of destruction.

Amidst the near-endless battles among numerous pseudo-otherworldly beings, and the sweeping, wave-like destructive energy, a strange phenomenon quietly arose within the [Real World] that startled even legendary powerful beings and those with extraordinary creative abilities.

The spiritual energy that was rising in various places was cut off as if by a long sword, no longer generating new primordial energy. All kinds of immortal flowers that were in full bloom and immortal materials that were emitting brilliant Dao light all withdrew all their laws and fell silent instantly. Even the stars that were filled with starlight lost their luster and stopped shining.

Blood-red clouds surged silently across the sky, and drops of crimson rain, carrying the metallic scent, struck the hearts of every living being.

A powerful being who had escaped the Nine Netherworld and was surrounded by darkness at the level of perfect creation stared blankly at the blood-red sky deep in a quiet mountain.

With an expression of disbelief, He murmured, "Such a dense aura of destruction, such a shocking secret of heaven, how is this possible?"

“We, these great supernatural beings at the peak of creation, have already avoided engaging in battles in the mortal world. All the aftershocks remain in the Nine Heavens and the Nine Netherworlds, without damaging the Realm in the slightest. Why then has the end of the era suddenly arrived!”

At this moment, a sword light radiating the power of the end times flashed from the void, tearing apart this perfected spirit and even erasing its signs of demise.

The Golden Emperor strolled out of the void and picked up the Wuji Apricot Yellow Banner.

"You ask why?"

"It is the will of Heaven."

(End of this chapter)