Both start in hell: but their talents are multiplied a hundredfold.

Shen Jue moved.

He raised his hands high and stretched his body.

Something completely different from all other power systems in this world.

He awoke from Shen Jue's body.

A warm, golden-red light slowly emerged.

That light was the color of the great sun.

Almost instantly, Shen Jue transformed into a human-shaped sun in the blink of an eye.

The golden dragon of internal energy coiled around its body let out a mournful cry, as fragile as paper before the power of the Great Yuan Magnetic Force.

They vanished instantly, their dragon forms dissipating as if they had never existed.

Light radiated outward from Shen Jue's body, and a halo of light, three feet in diameter, appeared behind his head, shining brightly with a molten gold-like white color.

Then more accolades began to emerge.

The edges of the halos overlap but do not blur, and each ring rotates slowly at a different speed.

The halo layered upon layer, eventually settling on six rings, its radiant light piercing the demonic clouds above the entire imperial city, leaving them riddled with holes.

Those black clouds, formed from millennia of demonic energy, evaporated directly in the face of the radiant light of the sun's magnetic field, like snow meeting magma, leaving behind holes that pierced through the sky.

Sunlight poured down from the holes, forming beams of golden light that shone on the ruins of the imperial city and the fleeing crowds.

Shen Jue took a step forward, his foot landing on the void. The air where he landed was instantly ionized by the Great Yuan Magnetic Power, exploding into a white-gold halo that spread outwards.

Wherever the halo passed, the monks whose wounds were oozing black blood all stopped screaming.

They had seemingly vanished into black smoke.

The old scholar in his Confucian robes, who had just been weeping over the Buddha's true form, was now pushed to the ground by the crowd, his magnificent robes now covered in mud and pebbles.

He looked up, and through his cloudy old eyes, he saw the sky.

The young monk, shirtless, with six halos of light hanging behind his head that were ten thousand times more intense than the Buddha's light, was walking step by step toward the centipede in the sky that blotted out the sun.

The old master's lips trembled for a long time, but in the end he couldn't say anything. He just slumped on the ground, staring blankly at the sky.

The 1,000-meter-long centipede also moved at this moment.

Its body was arched to its limit, its black carapace, as large as a mountain, folded and gathered strength in the clouds, its thousands of legs tensed up at the same time, and the ghostly light of the corpse poison on its blades merged into one in the darkness.

All its blood-red eyes were locked onto Shen Jue. The resentment and rage in its pupils had become so intense as to be almost tangible. The demonic energy overflowing from its eyes was like black blood tears, gushing down along the cracks in its carapace.

"die!!!"

The centipede demon's roar, combined with the shockwaves and demonic energy, caused the entire sky to tremble.

The walls of the imperial city cracked with fine lines in the sound waves, the water in the river in the city was shaken so high that it jumped three feet, and countless people covered their ears and rolled on the ground in agony.

Then, this centipede demon, which was a thousand meters long, unleashed all its magical power and its powerful physique cultivated over a thousand years, and charged towards Shen Jue!

A body a thousand meters tall crashed down from the sky!

Demonic energy burst forth from every inch of its carapace, so thick it was almost liquid, leaving a black trail across the sky in its descent!

Before the demonic aura arrived, the oppressive aura preceded it.

Those high-ranking officials and nobles had just escaped from the ruins of Cihang Temple under the cover of Commander Zuo, but before they could run a few steps, they were struck head-on by this oppressive force. Like rats whose backs had been stepped on, they lay on the ground unable to move even a finger.

Left Commander gripped his sword with both hands, his eyes wide with rage, his inner strength surging wildly, barely able to contain his courage to fight the centipede demon to the death!

If it weren't for his trust in Shen Jue, Commander Zuo would never have stood by and watched the centipede demon swoop down!

Yan Chixia had already dragged Ning Caichen to the top of a bell tower three miles away.

The Xuanyuan Divine Sword was stuck in the tile beside them, and the golden light on the sword automatically activated, forming a hemispherical shield that enveloped the two of them.

Ning Caichen leaned on the railing of the bell tower, his legs still trembling.

But he didn't close his eyes; he kept them wide open, staring intently at the figure in the sky that was walking towards the centipede demon.

"Master Yan," Ning Caichen's voice trembled, "can Master Shen Jue... win?"

"I don't know either," Yan Chixia said in a low voice.

"Regardless of the circumstances, if Shen Jue loses..."

"I also have a sword, which I will make that old centipede swallow."

The moment he finished speaking, a collision occurred in the sky.

The centipede demon swooped down to within thirty feet of Shen Jue.

For someone with a body that is a thousand meters tall, a distance of thirty zhang is less than half a body length.

In Shen Jue's vision, the entire sky was filled with the centipede demon's body.

Black carapace, golden blasphemous script patterns, densely packed feet, thousands of blood-red eyes, and a demonic aura so dense it could turn the entire imperial city into a death zone—it crashed down like a black mountain with the force of a cataclysmic collapse.

The demonic energy surged down like a raging tide.

Then, the thousand-meter centipede spirit, Pudu Cihang, collided with the light of the Great Japanese Yen Magnetic Ring.

In that instant, the light that lit up the sky above the imperial city made even the midday sun pale in comparison.

The centipede demon's demonic aura crashed down on Shen Jue like a black tidal wave.

But when this demonic energy came into contact with the light at the outermost edge of the six halos, something incredible happened!

The demonic aura evaporated instantly!

The massive black wave of demonic energy stopped ten feet in front of Shen Jue, then crumbled and vanished completely in the light.

A flicker of disbelief flashed in the centipede demon's bloodshot eyes.

But before it could recover from the rage of its thousand-year dream of transforming into a dragon being shattered, its body had already pounced in front of Shen Jue.

The head of the thousand-meter-long body, a ferocious head covered with a thick carapace and flanked by dozens of the largest and reddest blood-red eyes, carrying the full power of a thousand years of cultivation, crashed straight into the radiance of the Great Yuan Magnetic Ring.

Tragically, the centipede demon Pudu Cihang felt as if it had bumped into a great sun that had witnessed the ebb and flow of the human world for countless years.

The moment the centipede demon came into contact with the magnetic light of the Great Yuan, it felt a pure, merciless torrent of energy that could melt everything.

The centipede demon's head carapace, the one that even the Xuanyuan Divine Sword could only penetrate to the surface of, and that had been tempered by thousands of years of Buddhist teachings and the dynasty's fortune, melted the moment it came into contact with the magnetic light of the Great Yuan.

The centipede demon tried to retreat, but it charged too fiercely.

Its massive body, spanning a thousand meters, was so immense that it could not stop. It could only be aware that its body was rushing inch by inch into that intense, sun-like light, and then inch by inch returning to nothingness.