The God of Heavens

Chapter 137 The Fall of the Ancient Saint
The might of the Supreme Emperor was completely revived, the entire land of Zhongzhou was shaking, and countless cultivators knelt on the ground, trembling all over.

The Ancient Sage Xuanyang's pupils constricted, his withered hand firmly pressing against the trembling Yin-Yang Mirror. The mirror's brilliance faded, and under the dragon's might, it wailed, unable to bear the weight. The old sage's bloodstained beard and hair danced wildly, and despair finally emerged in his murky eyes.

"This is the true supreme imperial power."

"clang--"

A world-shaking cry of metal and iron resounded through the sky, the Yin-Yang Mirror trembled violently, and the divine light on the mirror surface suddenly dimmed.

The black face that devoured everything was like dust-covered ancient jade, and the red face that burned the heavens was like a candle about to go out. The yin and yang energies flowing around the mirror gradually disintegrated, revealing the mottled, ancient mirror's true appearance.

"puff--"

The Ancient Sage Xuanyang suddenly spat out a mouthful of Glazed Holy Blood, and beads of blood exploded in the air. Each drop weighed as heavy as a mountain, crushing the void below. The veins in the old sage's withered arms bulged, and his knuckles burst. He could no longer hold onto his natal sacred weapon, which had accompanied him for ten thousand years.

"Whoosh——"

The Yin-Yang Mirror transformed into a dim streak of light and flew backward, carving a black and white trail a thousand miles across the void. Nine layers of protective Dao patterns illuminated in succession, barely offsetting the remaining power of the dragon-patterned black gold tripod. Finally, it hovered ten thousand miles away, its body flickering with a faint light.

"Ahem!"

The Ancient Sage Xuanyang stumbled back, each step creating spiderweb-like cracks in the air. His hunched body trembled violently, and he coughed up several strands of holy blood tinged with starlight.

The old saint who once dominated Zhongzhou now had his hair and beard dyed scarlet, and the surface of his holy body was covered with cracks, like a piece of porcelain about to break.

"Thirty thousand years sealed..."

There was a hint of determination in his hoarse voice, "Even though my life span is drawing to a close, I will fight this last battle for the Yin-Yang Sect!"

The old saint suddenly straightened his hunched back, and his cloudy eyes burst out with the last burst of fiery light.

His blood-stained white hair stood upright, forming a yin-yang wheel behind his head. The vital energy of the entire Zhongzhou surged wildly, converging towards the dying ancient saint.

“Junior!”

The Ancient Sage Xuanyang roared, his shattered body blooming with a final burst of brilliance. He stretched out his hand and grasped, and the Yin-Yang Mirror, thousands of miles away, emitted an unwilling humming sound, forcibly breaking free from its restraint and flying back into its master's hands.

"boom!"

The old sage burned the last of his life, and the Yin-Yang Mirror lit up again with a faint light. He stepped on the void, and with every step, he crushed the mountains and rivers, and rushed towards Lin Yu. The mirror flickered alternately red and black. Although it no longer had the full power, it carried the determination to perish together.

"Well done!"

Lin Yu roared, and the 21,000 giant elephant particles in his body roared simultaneously. Densely packed phantoms of ancient giant elephants emerged from the void, each towering like a mountain. These phantoms roared and rushed, all merging into his body.

"Boom!"

The dragon-patterned black gold tripod pressed down again, and the chaotic energy hanging from the tripod turned into a river pouring down from the sky, as if tearing apart the primordial chaos. It was indestructible and overwhelming, as if to erase the old traces of heaven and earth, reshape the structure of all things, and create the original universe.

The ancient sage Xuanyang raised the mirror to meet the attack, but his whole body shook violently at the moment of contact.

"puff!"

The old saint's soul cracked, and his broken body almost exploded. He stumbled back, but a glimmer of relief flashed in his eyes. Lin Yu seized the opportunity, and the armor of the gods burst into infinite light. His hands tore through the void like a heavenly sword, completely shattering the remains of the Xuanyang Ancient Saint.

"Buzz!"

A dim spirit emerged, only to be suppressed by the suddenly revealed Hell Furnace. The Divine Chain of Order rustled, emerging from the depths of the void, dragging Xuan Yang into the murky abyss.

Heaven and earth are silent.

"Oh my god! That's the Ancient Saint!"

"The ancient saint of the Yin-Yang Sect fell just like that?"

"Sendai Kills the Ancient Saint!"

The monks who were watching the battle from thousands of miles away were in an uproar, their faces were pale and their bodies were trembling.

Some rubbed their eyes in disbelief, others knelt on the ground with their legs weakened, and some veteran monks' hearts collapsed and they vomited blood. Everyone was silent, and the younger monks were even more stunned.

The Yin-Yang Mirror let out a final wail, its surface completely dimming as it fell from the sky. This sacred weapon, the guardian of the Yin-Yang Cult for two hundred thousand years, now lost all its magical power and plummeted to the earth like ordinary iron.

Lin Yu stood with his hands behind his back, looking majestic and majestic. Holy light emanated from his body, like a golden waterfall, cascading layer upon layer. A black gold tripod with dragon pattern was suspended above his head, dropping billions of wisps of chaotic energy, sacred and majestic.

"kill!"

The Yaoguang cavalry swept like a torrent, 30,000 silver armored warriors crushed the mountains and rivers, the bronze chariots rolled across the sky, the dragons roared, the thunder was overwhelming, the swords flashed like rain, and the Dharma images held up the sky.

“Invincible Ancient Saint! How could you abandon us like this!” A white-haired elder knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face.

"The Holy Religion's 200,000-year heritage is going to be destroyed in our hands today!" The young disciple cried bitterly, the long sword in his hand clanging to the ground.

"How unfair the heaven is! Why does it want to destroy my Yin-Yang Taoist tradition!" The leader howled to the sky, his voice as shrill as a cuckoo crying blood.

The Yin-Yang Cult members witnessed the fall of the Ancient Sage Xuanyang, feeling as if they had lost their parents. Some collapsed on the ground, some tore at their clothes, and some even committed suicide with their swords.

Yaoguang's army swept like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, leaving piles of corpses and rivers of blood wherever they passed. The hillside was littered with broken magical instruments, gleaming with a cold light.

Under this overwhelming military might, the Yin-Yang Sect's mountain gate collapsed, and its tragic song of doom resounded through the sky.

Lin Yu's eyes were cold, and billions of wisps of chaotic energy dropped from the black gold tripod with dragon patterns on his head. The supreme imperial power poured out like a vast ocean, blocking the ten directions of heaven and earth.

The entire void solidified, and even time seemed to be frozen. The remaining disciples and elders of the Yin-Yang Sect, and even the Supreme Elder who burned his blood and essence to escape, were all like insects in amber, unable to move.

"No!"

A supreme elder from the Second Heaven of the Immortal Platform roared, summoning a supreme divine weapon, attempting to tear through space and escape. However, the dragon-patterned black gold tripod shook slightly, and a chaotic aura swept through it, instantly shattering the divine weapon and annihilating the elder's spirit along with it. Under the ultimate Dao, all living beings are like ants!
Lin Yu raised his hand and pressed it, and the gate of hell appeared in the void. The dark and deep portal swallowed and spit out the divine chain of order, imprisoning all the remnants of the Yin-Yang Sect. The sounds of wailing, begging for mercy, and cursing continued, but it did not cause any ripples in his heart.

"Welcome the triumphant return of the Holy Son!"

Zhang Lingshu led the Yaoguang troop in a thunderous bow. The twelve elders stood in the front row, their robes stained with blood. Behind them were thirty thousand disciples, their silver armor gleaming in the sunlight, their war spears forming a forest.

Lin Yu nodded slightly, then turned his gaze to Wang Yangzhan, who was trapped in mid-air by nine chaos chains, and his expression turned cold.

"Master Wang, when you colluded with the Killer Divine Dynasty, did you ever think about this day?"

"The victor is the king, the loser is the bandit!" Wang Yangzhan sneered, spitting out a mouthful of blood foam, "Even if the Divine City is destroyed, the Yin-Yang Sect will not be destroyed."

Will you place your hopes on the small world of Yin Yang Sect?

Lin Yu sneered, no longer responded, and raised his hand to collect the fallen Yin-Yang Mirror. Although the spiritual light of this handed-down holy weapon was dim, it was made by the great ancestor of the Yin-Yang Sect and was difficult to destroy.

He planned to return to the Holy Land and use the Divine Conversion Technique to convert the gods in the mirror and add to the heritage of the Holy Land.

"boom--"

The Yin-Yang Mirror trembled in mid-air, ripples appearing on its surface like water. Chaos energy swirled around Lin Yu's fingertips, drawing mysterious paths in the void. Space was torn apart like thin paper, revealing a mysterious realm shrouded in mist behind.

"Enter!"

Thirty thousand silver-armored cavalrymen poured into the spatial rift like a tide. Zhang Lingshu led the way, his Purple Lightning Divine Sword slicing through the final barrier. In an instant, the Yin-Yang Cult's two hundred thousand years of accumulated heritage was laid bare before everyone.

In the sacred land, ancient palaces are continuous, just like a fairyland in heaven.

Nine main peaks hovered in the clouds, each crowned by a towering palace, its glazed tiles bathed in a rainbow of colors. Spiritual springs cascaded from the overhanging cliffs, transforming into a galaxy-like waterfall in mid-air.

"The First Hall is broken!"

The twelve Yaoguang Elders attacked simultaneously, shattering the ancient bronze temple's restrictions. The moment the temple's doors swung open, precious light shot up into the sky like a volcanic eruption, tinting the entire sky golden.

"This is."

Even the knowledgeable Yaoguang disciples were stunned. Tens of thousands of divine source blocks were suspended in the hall, the smallest as big as a fist, the largest as large as a millstone.

They arranged themselves into a star array, and each one contained rare treasures, including the crimson Blood Phoenix Stone, marrow jade containing dragon energy, and even a few strange source stones that sealed ancient creatures.

"receive!"

Lin Yu waved his sleeves, and the hell furnace appeared on the top of the hall. Chaos fire spewed out of the furnace mouth, swallowing all the treasures in the hall.

In front of the second black iron hall, thirty-six Yin-Yang Sect warriors were burning with blood-colored Taoist fire all over their bodies, forming a formation. They were all cultivators at the peak of the Dragon Transformation Realm.

"Stubborn!"

Lin Yu's eyes turned cold, and the Spear of the God of the Underworld instantly condensed out of thin air, turning into thirty-six black lights, which pierced through the eyebrows of the dead man in the blink of an eye.

These assassins were still holding their seals when they died. The palace gate collapsed, revealing a sea of ​​weapons.

In an instant, thousands of ancient spiritual weapons sensed the breath of living people and immediately went into a frenzy of riot.

A bronze spear charged forward, a dragon shadow surging on its blade. Immediately afterwards, seven blood-red flying swords quickly formed a killing formation and attacked the crowd. Most terrifying of all was a broken purple gold bell. With just a slight vibration, three disciples exploded and died.

"town!"

Lin Yu shouted, and the dragon-patterned black gold tripod descended from the sky with an extremely powerful aura, suppressing everything in an instant.

The ancient weapons fell like raindrops, struggling and wailing on the ground. Lin Yu stepped forward and picked up the purple gold bell. Seeing the words "Yin Yang Refining Dao" engraved on the bell wall, he concluded that it was a broken holy weapon.

When they broke through the third White Jade Pill Palace, the rich medicinal fragrance turned into a materialized colorful mist.

Everyone followed the aroma and walked forward. A three-meter-tall purple-gold alchemy furnace with nine dragons coiled around it appeared before their eyes. Colorful red clouds burst out from the gaps in the furnace lid from time to time.

The alchemy furnace was surrounded by jade boxes filled with precious pills. Lin Yu told his disciples that these pills were of extremely high quality and were rarely seen in the Yaoguang Holy Land. The disciples were excited and carefully put the pills away.

After leaving the hall, everyone came to a vast medicinal field. The field was filled with exotic flowers and plants of various shapes and the fragrance of medicine.

In the center of the medicinal field, a thousand-year-old snow spirit grass radiated a soft light, glittering and translucent. Zhang Lingshu's eyes flashed with surprise, and he personally stepped forward to pick it.

In the Ancient Scripture Pavilion, Ye Fan pushed open the heavy door, and a dusty atmosphere hit him. Scriptures were scattered all over the floor, some burned, leaving only charred pages. Lin Yu raised his hand and lightly tapped, and the dragon-patterned black gold tripod dropped chaotic energy, protecting the remaining books.

“Found it.”

On the altar, the Yin-Yang Heavenly Scripture hovered quietly, its black and red energies swirling around it like dragons. This ancient scripture contained the highest secrets of the Yin-Yang Sect and was the very foundation of the religion.

The "Xingxu Daodian" next to it sparkled with starlight, and the "Secret Record of Chaos" exhaled the aura of chaos. The three ancient scriptures complemented each other, illuminating the entire hall with a bizarre light.

Lin Yu flicked his sleeves and put the three ancient scriptures into his pocket. Outside the hall, Yaoguang disciples were counting the mountains and seas of spoils.

Divine sources piled up like mountains, ancient weapons were displayed like forests, and precious elixirs were as numerous as raindrops. The Yin-Yang Sect's 200,000-year heritage was now entirely Yaoguang's.

Far in the distance, the last remaining members of the Yin-Yang Cult were crushed. The bronze warship, carrying the last hope, disintegrated in the chaotic air, and the gray-robed elder vomited blood and fell from the sky.

The black gold tripod with dragon patterns hung high in the sky, and the descending chaotic energy enveloped the entire small world, announcing the end of this conquest.

When the small world began to collapse, the Yaoguang people had already withdrawn with the spoils. Lin Yu took a last look back at this secret realm that was about to be annihilated, raised his hand and crushed a token branded with the words "Yin Yang".

“Return to the Holy Land!”

Thirty thousand cavalrymen set out on their return journey. Behind them, the void collapsed like a shattered mirror, and the last traces of the Yin-Yang Cult were being eternally exiled into the turbulent flow of time and space.

(End of this chapter)