Reincarnation space, but the style is wrong

Chapter 528 Rahu (6k)

Long ago, in the primordial chaos before the creation of heaven and earth, Chaos already understood that things like the Way of Devouring were not permitted by the world.

Whether it's the eighth or ninth rank, no one will tolerate an unstable time bomb, much less allow it to continue growing or even advance to the ninth rank.

Fortunately, the Celestial Venerable of the Vault of Heaven was kind-hearted and provided Chaos with an opportunity—an opportunity to change its path.

Chaos seized this opportunity, changed the universe, and even became an eighth-order master of great supernatural powers by taking advantage of the great opportunity to create the primordial chaos.

The current Ancestral Witch Emperor Jiang is also a disguise for Chaos, and this is his latest identity.

But this was far from his true purpose. All along, he had been focusing his attention on that fallen great master.

He is the first Grand Commander of the Alliance of Myriad Races, whose true name is unknown, and who simultaneously wields the power of strength and the way of destruction.

Of course, what he coveted was not the Path of Destruction, which, like his Path of Devouring, was something that would become rotten if touched.

What he actually wanted was force.

"Since I began cultivating the Dao of the Universe, my power has been steadily increasing, but if I want to seize the throne of the Heavenly Emperor, this meager power is far from sufficient!"

Fragments of the Dao principles belonging to the realm of power surrounded Dijiang, which he gradually absorbed.

"Strength and power—if I could control them all, the throne of the Heavenly Emperor might very well fall into my hands."

A burning ambition ignited within him, and Dijiang's eyes were filled with a desire for progress.

He didn't want to be used as a punching bag by the other eighth-tier players anymore.

With this determination, Dijiang immersed himself wholeheartedly in the Dao of Cohesion.

As time passed, by the time he snapped out of his focused state, most of the fragments of power around him had been absorbed.

Feeling his strength gradually improving, he silently said to the Grand Commander:
"I'm sorry, the first Grand Commander of the Unknown Alliance of Myriad Races, but your strength will become the foundation for my advancement."

Having completely absorbed all the fragments of power and Dao principles surrounding him, Di Jiang let out a sigh of relief, while secretly pondering how to instigate the next conflict between the Lich King and the Demon King.

Each time he combined the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation, his strength would improve significantly.

Moreover, he had a premonition that as long as he could assemble the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Formation once more, he would be able to gather the complete Dao of Power and thus complete the act of seizing the Dao.

"Those few remaining demon tribes on the primordial land have been fattened up and it's time to start killing them. As the only remaining demon tribes on the primordial land, their extinction will surely enrage the demon heavenly court, and at that time, the witch and demon will inevitably go to war."

Having made up his mind, Dijiang gave the order to immediately command the tribe's chief shaman to slaughter the remaining demon tribe.

The operation went smoothly, since those demon tribes were kept by the witch clan and used for bloodletting, so they had little ability to resist.

Even when they discovered the approaching witch clan, they assumed that the witch clan had simply come to collect blood taxes as usual.

But they were wrong, terribly wrong. When they pushed out a batch of tributes that they had prepared long ago, the witches not only did not return as usual, but instead grinned and slaughtered the tributes on the spot.

This unusual situation shocked the captive demon tribe, who were stunned for a moment before they reacted, but it was too late.

The witch tribes, led by the eighth-level great witches, had already placed their swords against their necks. With just one command from the great witches, they easily conquered the various tribes of the demon race.

They killed the great demons and slaughtered the lesser demons, leaving none alive even those taller than a wheel, and the wheel was placed flat.

Even when the tribal chiefs organized a resistance, it was to no avail.

The Wuzu Dijiang tribe easily crushed them like insects. Apart from the lesser demons they had deliberately let go to inform the Heavenly Court, no demons survived.

After massacring the last remaining demon tribes on the primordial land, these witch tribes belonging to the Dijiang tribe cleaned up the traces of the battlefield and quietly left the scene.

Not long after they left, the gaze of the Heavenly Court turned to the original sites of the various tribes that had just been massacred.

After confirming the situation at the scene, the demon god hurriedly reported the situation to the Heavenly Emperor Yanyang.

"I was ordered to inspect the original sites of our tribes on the vast land and confirmed that the few remaining tribes had been wiped out by the Wu tribe, with no survivors, a truly tragic situation."

After the demon god finished speaking, the Heavenly Emperor Yanyang asked:
"Can you tell which witch tribe was responsible?"

The demon god shook his head: "The tribe that attacked has already cleaned up the traces of the battlefield. My cultivation is too shallow to discern which tribe attacked."

The Heavenly Emperor Yanyang, aware of the demon god's abilities, had no intention of making things difficult for him. He ordered the demon god to return to his original position and then asked his ministers:

"What do you think Heaven should do in response?"

No sooner had the words been spoken than a demon god stepped forward and said, “Your Majesty, the witch race is arrogant and disrespectful, feeding on the myriad spirits of my demon race. Now they have even slaughtered the last remaining demon tribes on the primordial land. This is truly unforgivable.”

Your subject proposes that an order be issued to the 365 demon gods of Heaven and all the celestial stars, to mobilize the power of Heaven to conquer the Witch Clan.

"No!" No sooner had the demon god Xiang Liu finished speaking than another demon god with a refined and scholarly air stepped forward to object:

"Your Majesty, the Heavenly Court has fought many wars with the Witch Clan, each ending in a draw, which has depleted the Heavenly Court's national strength. This has done nothing but harm for the Heavenly Court."

Xiang Liu frowned and retorted, "The majesty of the Heavenly Court cannot be challenged. If the Witch Clan is not made to pay a sufficient price this time, they will surely take advantage of us and think that the Heavenly Court is weak and easy to bully!"

“The twelve ancestral witches of the witch clan are all powerful beings without exception. We should defeat them one by one, instead of letting them assemble the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation and confronting them head-on,” said the refined demon god.

"It's easy to say, but what means do you have to take down one of the Ancestral Witches before the others arrive to help? They are not ordinary eighth-level beings, but troublesome great supernatural beings."

Seeing that the demon gods were about to start arguing, the Heavenly Emperor Yanyang coughed lightly twice.

The voices weren't loud, but all the ministers present could hear them, and they all wisely stopped arguing.

After glancing at the Heavenly Court officials below, Emperor Yanyang pondered for a moment before making a decision: "The majesty of the Heavenly Court cannot be challenged. Order the three hundred and sixty-five demon gods and all the stars in the heavens to send troops to conquer the Witch Clan."

Having said that, he produced a decree from the Heavenly Emperor, along with his own orders.

The ministers all became solemn, and those who had just been arguing said in unison, "We will obey Your Majesty's decree."

The Heavenly Army quickly assembled, with ships carrying celestial soldiers and generals, about to break through the spatial barrier between the Heavenly Realm and the Primordial Land.

Three hundred and sixty-five demon gods gathered, and the stars in the sky shone brightly upon them, while they guarded a being as radiant as the sun.

At the same time, in the Wu tribe, Zhu Jiuyin seemed to sense something and silently made his final preparations.

Until now, no one knows his undercover identity, but they will soon find out.

"Ancestral Witch Zhu Jiuyin, there's been an unusual movement in the Heavenly Court. It seems the demon race is about to invade our territory again," a high shaman hurriedly reported.

He nodded, his tone calm: "I understand. Now, let's prepare for battle."

The Zhujiuyin tribe sounded the rallying cry for war, and the various tribes of the Wu tribe followed suit, quickly entering a state of war.

Inside the Xuanjun Temple, Xuanjun, who was preaching to his disciples, suddenly stopped talking and looked up towards the direction of the Heavenly Court.

After a moment, he said again, "After I leave, you should stay inside the temple and cultivate diligently. Do not venture into the calamity."

Although they didn't know why he said those words, the disciples below the stage, seeing his resolute attitude, didn't say anything more and unanimously assured him, "Disciples will obey Master's orders."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Xuanjun lifted the Earth Book on the platform, took a step, and disappeared.

In the eternally frozen demon land, the Impure Demon Ancestor stood holding a sword. The demonic sword in his hand looked docile, completely devoid of its former ferocity.

"I have completely suppressed the glimmer of spiritual light within the Impure Demon Blade. Even if the Grand Commander were to be resurrected, he would not be able to take it from me."

Looking up, his gaze pierced through layers of spatial barriers, landing on the primordial wilderness.

In the sky, the Heavenly River Navy's warships stood in rows, and 365 demon gods were on high alert.

On the ground, the war machines of the Wu tribe gleamed with a cold light, and one after another, the great shamans stood on the earth.

With the authority of the Demon Ancestor, he did not hesitate to command the demons, ride the frozen demon land to break through the barriers, and descend upon the long-lost primordial wilderness.

Within the aura of calamity, the Lord of the Calamity felt a tremor in his heart and sighed with relief: "It's finally here."

Nearly a full epoch has passed since the primordial origin was fully restored, and he also felt the day of his advancement drawing ever closer.

Now, the excitement in his heart reminded him that the time for his promotion had arrived.

Following his own desires, he transformed into a ray of light, disappeared into the void, and fled to the battlefield of the Lich War.

Beyond the primordial wilderness, in the boundless void, Chen Xingzhi's true form, amidst a group of eighth-tier outsiders, sighed in unison, drawing the curiosity of those around him.

"Why do you sigh, fellow Daoist?" The speaker was an eighth-rank immortal from the Earthly Immortal Realm, known as the "Ancestor of Earthly Immortals." Who else could it be but Zhenyuan Daxian?

Another eighth-ranked person who was quite familiar with Chen Xingzhi also said, "If you have any difficulties, why don't you tell us so we can have a laugh and we can help you think of a solution."

Glancing at the silver-haired girl named "Nyaruko" who had just spoken, Chen Xingzhi wasn't annoyed. Instead, he cupped his hands in greeting to the familiar eighth-rank members beside him and said:

"Everyone, my opportunity for advancement has arrived. If fate allows, we will meet again in the next era of the Primordial World."

Having said that, under the horrified gazes of the other eighth-rank beings, he passed through the barrier set up by the ninth-rank beings to block outside eighth-rank beings and vanished into the primordial wilderness.

"Oh no, it turns out he has connections with the Celestial Venerable of the Void," Nyaruko slapped her forehead in frustration. "If I had known this, I would have asked him if he could give me a ride."

"Compared to this, isn't the existence of opportunities to advance to the ninth rank in the primordial world what we should be most concerned about?" Zhenyuan Daxian said quietly.

The group of outsiders at the eighth level looked at the Primordial World with even more fervent eyes, wishing they could rush in immediately.

Unfortunately, the Celestial Venerable of the Vault of Heaven decreed that the primordial wilderness of this era is not open to the public and that they can only enter it in the next era after it has been perfected.

It is foreseeable that as this realm's reputation spreads further in the void, more eighth-order beings will take notice of it.

Their competition will become even fiercer.

The ground was covered with a dense array of war machines, while the sky was filled with tens of thousands of celestial warships. The Fiery Sun Emperor, who inherited Chen Xingzhi's aesthetic sense, had an unusual fondness for giant ships and cannons, and these celestial river fleets that broke through spatial barriers were the best example of this.

In terms of sheer numbers, the war machines covering the ground cannot compare to the fleet that blots out the sky.

Unlike the sophisticated naval fleets, these rugged and durable war machines possessed greater firepower and were more difficult to destroy.

The two sides, each with their own strengths and weaknesses, clashed as soon as they met, like a powder keg that had been ignited, sparking a fierce war.

The warship's main cannons unleashed divine light, shattering mountains and rivers, disintegrating and annihilating everything in their path, even the most basic pneumatic structures ceased to exist.

Not to be outdone, the massive, cumbersome war machines used magic to shoot down ships in the sky.

In just a short time, the two sides suffered incalculable casualties.

"You beast of the demon race, don't be so arrogant!"

A great shaman roared to the sky, and wherever his voice swept, countless ships crashed to the ground.

In response, the Heavenly Court also sent down a number of demon gods, each of whom sought out the great shamans on the battlefield.

"Traitor, die!"

The nine-headed demon god Xiangliu attacked the great shaman from before. At the same time, all nine heads spewed out poisonous water. The land that touched it turned into a swamp of deadly poison, and people who touched it died instantly from festering sores.

But the great shaman was incredibly tough. Despite the corrosive effects of the poisonous water, he grabbed one of Xiang Liu's heads with one hand and swung his fist at it.

While the two were locked in fierce combat, over there, the demon god Guiche was also engaged in a battle with a great sorcerer wielding a giant axe.

Soon the first eighth-tier person fell, followed by the second and the third.

The sky darkened, the ground trembled, and the calamity gathered into clouds that blotted out the sun.

Suddenly, a blinding light pierced through the calamity clouds in the sky and shone down on the earth.

The blazing sun, protected by the starlight of the heavens, shone upon the battlefield, and the demons enveloped by it roared to the sky, fighting with ever greater ferocity.

"For the Heavenly Emperor, for the Demon Race!"

Amidst the battle cries, the stars in the heavens shone brightly, and three hundred and sixty-five demon gods appeared on the battlefield, guarding the Heavenly Emperor Yanyang.

The Zhou Tian Star Array covered most of the battlefield, confronting the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Array, which appeared out of nowhere.

The Heavenly Emperor Yanyang looked up into the distance and saw a phantom that was even more solid than before, taking steps toward him.

With a casual wave of his hand, the phantom spear swept away many Heavenly Court warships. With another wave of his hand, the phantom of the God-Slaying Spear was ready to strike.

Without exchanging words, the phantom made a throwing motion, and the God-Slaying Spear arrived in front of the Zhou Tian Star Array in the blink of an eye.

With his eyes slightly narrowed, the Heavenly Emperor of the Blazing Sun raised the blazing sun in his hand, and the power of the stars in the heavens gathered into light, shooting from the surface of the blazing sun towards the incoming spear.

As if it had collided with something tangible, the phantom of the God-Slaying Spear was blocked by the blazing sun's light, unable to advance an inch, and dissipated on its own.

"You old bastard, today is your death day!"

Within the illusory image, a hazy, gray light uttered a harsh threat, then reformed the illusory image of the God-Slaying Spear and once again attacked the Zhou Tian Star Array.

Besides his murderous intent towards the Flaming Sun Emperor, Di Jiang, as the leader of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, also felt a hint of smugness.

Today, he has gathered all the scattered principles of power, and with just a thought, he can take control of power and become the new master of power.

Would he do that, try to control a power that doesn't belong to him?
"I'll just go for it!"

Just before the tip of the God-Slaying Spear was about to touch the Zhou Tian Star Array, and without the knowledge of the other Ancestral Witches, Di Jiang resolutely condensed the Dao of Power and incorporated it into his spiritual light.

The force was successfully absorbed by his spiritual light. At the same time, the phantom, along with the God-Slaying Spear, solidified into a tangible form. The complete force was manifested at the tip of the spear, instantly piercing through the Zhou Tian Star Array.

One after another, the demon gods' expressions changed drastically. They rushed forward to block the Flaming Sun Heavenly Emperor, only to be pierced to death by that spear that was almost at the ninth level.

Nearly half of the demon gods died before the shot was barely stopped by the blazing sunlight.

"A single strike nearly caused the Zhou Tian Star Array to collapse; it truly is my final tribulation before advancing to the ninth rank," said the Flaming Sun Heavenly Emperor, his tone devoid of any tension.

"You old bastard, it seems the ninth rank is destined to be out of your reach." Di Jiang grinned maliciously, preparing to fire another shot.

Emperor Yanyang shook his head, his gaze seemingly trying to see through the essence of the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation.

"Don't you understand yet? I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about the one who has unknowingly replaced you."

A ray of light appeared out of thin air and entered the body of the Flaming Sun Emperor, causing his aura to return to its peak and even break through it.

The blazing sun shone brightly once more, its intense rays mercilessly illuminating the enemy.

The God-Slaying Spear was stopped again, but unlike the last time, this time it seemed to be stuck in the mud, unable to move.

Shocked by both the words of the Heavenly Emperor Yanyang and by his sudden surge of power, Dijiang subconsciously asked, "What do you mean?"

As soon as he uttered the words, he was horrified to discover that the true form of the God of War, which he was supposed to control, began to move uncontrollably and pulled the God-Slaying Spear out of the great sun's light.

"You've really gone to a lot of trouble to awaken me from my annihilation." A strange voice suddenly rang out. Before he could ask any questions, he heard the horrified voice of Zhu Rong, one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

"Dijiang, what exactly did you do? How did he end up inside the true form of the Heavenly God and Demon?"

"Who is he?" Dijiang asked in confusion.

With a light laugh, the voice rang out again: "Shouldn't you be very clear about this? Thief who stole my path while I was away."

"Very well, you probably only know my title, not my real name. I'm in a good mood now, so I'll tell you."

Then, a name surfaced in the minds of all the Ancestral Witches.

"Rahu."

Dijiang and the other Ancestral Witches trembled in their hearts and subconsciously wanted to escape from this body, but found that their spiritual light was locked in this body made of the laws of power.

However, beneath the surface of power lies profound destruction, which even the most powerful beings cannot help but fear.

"If it weren't for this Fellow Daoist Dijiang collecting all the Dao principles of power that I had scattered throughout the prehistoric world, I might not have been able to escape death so quickly," Luo Hou laughed.

"Moreover, I walk the path of destruction. Self-destruction itself is a kind of destruction. Having experienced destruction once, I have gone further on the path of destruction. Speaking of which, I have to thank the leaders of the three races back then, as well as that Xuanjun."

These words caused Zhu Rong's spiritual light to flicker erratically, indicating that he was not in a good mood.

"Dijiang, how could you do such a foolish thing!" The Twelve Ancestral Witches fell into infighting. In the end, they were just twelve powerful beings who were originally unrelated and had no brotherhood whatsoever.

Dijiang was speechless, so Luohou said again:

"Alright, I still have use for your spiritual light and principles. Stay here for now, and I'll deal with another old friend before I come after you."

Having said that, the power of the Dao transformed into chains, sealing the spiritual light of the twelve Ancestral Witches within the true form of the Heavenly Gods and Demons.

Luo Hou then looked at his former deputy, now the Heavenly Emperor who had succeeded him, and smiled:
"It's not good to meet an old friend in such a tense atmosphere, is it? Don't you think so, my former deputy commander?"

Looking at the enemy blocking the way with a gentle smile, Chen Xingzhi, who had already taken over the body of the Heavenly Emperor, smiled and replied: "Not bad, it's been a long time. I didn't expect the Grand Commander to still be as dashing as ever."

"The Alliance of Ten Thousand Races is over. Just call me Rahu."

"Luo Hou? I didn't expect that to be his name. I thought you wanted to be Pangu for a while."

"As for Pangu, there's already one in the void. I wouldn't dare steal that title." Luo Hou casually twirled his spear and then said, "But Fellow Daoist Yanyang, when do you plan to return the Heavenly Emperor's throne to me?"

Old man, is the map of Yan really that short?
"Fellow Daoist, after all you've said, it turns out you're coveting my position as Heavenly Emperor," Chen Xingzhi's face turned cold. "But my position as Heavenly Emperor has absolutely nothing to do with you."

"That is not true. The predecessor of the Demon Clan Heavenly Court was the Alliance of Ten Thousand Races, and I was the founder of the Alliance of Ten Thousand Races. If I had not perished along the way, the position of Heavenly Emperor should have fallen into my hands."

To Luo Hou's distortion of the truth, Chen Xingzhi merely sneered: "Solidarity, utter nonsense."

Then, as if remembering something, a slight smile appeared on his face. "I heard that your God-Slaying Spear was stolen and has now changed its appearance, completely transforming into that person's shape."

"Oh, how pathetic. No wonder you can only scrape together a fraction of your own inspiration to use as a weapon."

Upon hearing this, Luo Hou's smile froze, and he suddenly felt a heavy weight on his head.

"Hmph, since you, fellow Daoist, are unwilling to return my position as Heavenly Emperor, then let's settle this with our skills."

As he exhaled, the God-Slaying Spear suddenly pierced out, easily breaking through the barrier of the Zhou Tian Star Array, only to be intercepted again by the blazing sun light.

After dismissing the remaining demon gods, Chen Xingzhi plunged one hand into the remaining Zhou Tian Star Array, single-handedly supporting the entire array and forcibly mobilizing the power of the Zhou Tian stars to strengthen himself.

The sun's rays grew increasingly dazzling, but they were far less destructive than the destructive wave unleashed by the God-Slaying Spear.

"Yan Yang, although you and I are only a hair's breadth apart, that hair's breadth is vertical!" Luo Hou changed his previous gentle demeanor and put on an arrogant face.

"Speaking of which, I have to thank Xuanjun. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have been able to personally experience the mysteries of destruction."

Those who have personally experienced destruction and returned from it will have a deeper understanding of what destruction truly is.

"Tsk, Rahu is even more exaggerated than the Great Freedom Demon back then," Chen Xingzhi curled his lips, "The greatest tribulation for advancing to the ninth rank, I didn't expect the difficulty to increase dynamically."

Fortunately, he had already made multiple preparations.

After another wave of destruction, Luo Hou did not continue his attack. Instead, he suddenly turned around and blocked the incoming sword with his spear.

After he saw the person's true appearance, he was immediately enraged.

(End of this chapter)