Chapter 1344: Carving Up the Primordial Realm (First Update)
Soon, towering golden iron divine palaces materialized out of thin air!
In the sky, elegantly dressed divine maidens of the White Tiger Divine Clan descended from the heavens along golden rays of light, landing with a series of whooshing sounds above the Golden Iron Divine City in the Western Lands.
In the Primordial Realm, countless tower ships drifted. Many heavenly soldiers and generals looked toward the Western Lands, sneering coldly.
Dan Fenglai restrained the Golden Crow Army, gazing into the distance at the Western Lands, and sneered, "Does the Western Emperor White Tiger think she can meddle just because the Primordial Realm has no master? She overestimates herself!"
At that moment, the sky over the Western Lands grew even brighter. A projection of a female emperor, clad in full armor and a golden helmet, descended and took control of that Golden Iron Divine City!
As the projection of this female emperor landed, the entire Western Lands rang with the clang of metal. Countless divine weapons of the gods resonated automatically, vibrating incessantly, as if about to fly out of their owners' hands to pay homage to the projection of the female emperor!
The gods of the Primordial Realm quickly suppressed their own divine weapons. Dan Fenglai immediately soared into the air, intending to inform Ancestral God King. The Netherworld Emperor also had thoughts stirring, planning to send someone to the Great Void to notify Heavenly Lord Hao. Suddenly, in the Northern Lands, the frozen region of Shuofang was covered with layers of dark clouds, accompanied by the convergence of five types of thunder. Within the five thunderclouds, countless bolts of lightning surged.
Each thundercloud spanned tens of thousands of miles in circumference, howling and spinning, densely packed with lightning!
Lightning from the thunderclouds struck downward, illuminating the darkness. A vast river of heavenly water poured down from the clouds, and gods of the Black Tortoise and Serpent clans descended amid the great flood and thunder.
These Black Tortoise and Serpent clansmen were skilled in construction. Palaces and divine halls rose from the ground, transforming the Shuofang region into a realm of ice palaces surrounded by heavenly waters, a truly magnificent sight.
Then, projections of the Black Tortoise and Serpent Emperors descended from the sky—one a turtle, one a snake—suppressing the Shuofang region.
The Netherworld Emperor frowned deeply and muttered, "Projections of the Black Tortoise and Serpent Emperors descending upon the Primordial Realm? Strange. Those two old foxes are both cunning and notoriously timid. Hiding in the Arctic Heaven was their style. Why have they grown so bold now, daring to wade into the muddy waters of the Primordial Realm?"
The Netherworld Emperor's insight far surpassed Dan Fenglai's. Dan Fenglai couldn't see the underlying intricacies, but the Netherworld Emperor immediately grasped the key point.
"It's not that the Black Tortoise and Serpent Emperors have grown bolder; someone is backing them up! Could it be that the Heavenly Duke and the Earth Lord are supporting the Four Emperors, giving them unrealistic ambitions?"
Just as the Netherworld Emperor reached this thought, the eastern sky suddenly blazed with purple clouds. Divine dragons flew and wove through the purple clouds. A massive mountain of spiritual treasures descended from the sky, crashing into the Eastern Sea, forming an island spanning over a thousand miles.
Then, the projection of the Eastern Emperor Azure Dragon descended from the sky, coiling atop the spiritual treasure mountain, closing its eyes in slumber.
The Netherworld Emperor's expression shifted slightly as he looked south. Only then did he recall that the Southern Emperor Vermilion Bird was already dead and could not descend.
"Three Emperors have appeared, but even they can't twist an arm stronger than a leg..." he thought to himself.
Suddenly, the sky churned with wind and clouds, and the stars scattered. The Netherworld Emperor looked up, a look of shock on his face. Endless white light surged through the celestial map shrouding the Primordial Realm. The light spread like a white beard in all directions, growing lower, larger, and brighter!
Gradually, the light coalesced into the face of the Heavenly Duke, appearing in the sky!
More light surged, forming white clouds stretching tens of thousands of miles. Upon the clouds, palaces and towers formed. The Heavenly Duke, with his white brows, white beard, white hair, and white eyes, descended from the celestial map, settling into the heavenly palace atop the sea of clouds.
The Netherworld Emperor was dumbfounded, a sense of panic rising in his heart: "The Heavenly Duke can't sit still either. These old relics are like the God of Longevity hanging himself—asking for a quick death! That said, if the Primordial Realm becomes the front line, we who are here will be the first to suffer! The best way to survive is to slip away at the first sign of trouble..."
He waved his hand, opening the Netherworld Heavenly Gate, ready to flee. Suddenly, from deep within the earth below, an endless surge of Netherworld demonic energy erupted, dyeing the center of the Primordial Realm, where the Primordial Tree once stood, pitch black!
The Netherworld Emperor opened the Netherworld Heavenly Gate, but what he saw was not the Northern Heaven Netherworld, but the Netherworld itself!
Standing before the Netherworld Heavenly Gate, he saw the Earth Lord—that immensely powerful, majestic man standing in the Netherworld. His divine music was vast and grand, and he was in the process of splitting off a part of his body and primordial spirit to descend into the Primordial Realm!
The Netherworld Emperor looked down. That place had already transformed into another small Netherworld. The Earth Lord's avatar was slowly rising from the swirling dark demonic energy. Two ox horns pierced through the pitch-black demonic aura, like two winding Yellow Springs shooting straight into the sky, passing right beside his Netherworld Heavenly Gate and rising high.
The Netherworld Emperor saw that on those two immensely thick horns, rivers of lava flowed, winding down around them. The fear in his eyes turned to envy, but then he snapped back to reality.
"The Earth Lord has come too. This means death... It means we die first!"
The Netherworld Emperor immediately withdrew his Netherworld Heavenly Gate and flew swiftly toward the nearest Spirit Energy Transfer Bridge. Now that the Earth Lord had cut off his path back to the Netherworld, the best route was to return to the Heavenly Court via the Spirit Energy Transfer Bridge.
As he flew past the shadow left by the Heavenly Duke, he suddenly caught sight of the Heavenly Yin Sea. A woman surrounded by divine light was slowly rising from the sea.
"Heavenly Yin Goddess!"
The Netherworld Emperor shuddered and quickly veered off. The Heavenly Yin Goddess harbored a deep hatred for him. Now that her divine powers had reached great heights, and she was an ancient god who had broken free from the constraints of the Dao, her strength was formidable. The Netherworld Emperor had no desire to cross paths with her!
"The Heavenly Yin Goddess has also come out. There must be a hidden hand pulling the strings behind the scenes!"
The Netherworld Emperor flew at top speed. Then, he saw the ruins of the Ten-Thousand-Mile Peach Forest. In the ruins, a graceful woman, holding a peach blossom between two fingers, bent down and inserted it into the soil.
Beside the woman stood a young man, tall and imposing. He bent down and blew a breath of air onto the peach blossom.
Instantly, countless peach tree shoots burst forth from the earth like a plague, spreading in all directions, quickly covering the ten-thousand-mile ruins!
The young man activated his creation divine ability, and the peach forest grew wildly. Trees rapidly matured, blossomed, and bore fruit!
The woman then tossed an ancient zither into the air. It landed and transformed into a palace.
The young man and the woman exchanged a smile and walked inside.
"Pastoral Celestial Lord and Moon Celestial Lord!"
The Netherworld Emperor gasped sharply: "Moon Celestial Lord managed to escape, so why would she dare to return? And that scoundrel Pastoral Celestial Lord—when did he hook up with Moon Celestial Lord?"
As this thought crossed his mind, he saw the tall young man walk back out of the palace, holding a divine bow. He scanned the surroundings, and his gaze suddenly fell upon the Netherworld Emperor high in the sky. He immediately drew the bow.
The Netherworld Emperor quickly fled. Unable to find his trace, the tall young man had no choice but to put away the divine bow.
The woman came out of the palace and asked, "Pastoral Celestial Lord, why did you draw your bow?"
"I think I saw Yin Chaojin."
The young man was none other than Qin Mu. He looked regretful and said, "Unfortunately, my eyesight hasn't fully recovered to its peak. I barely caught a glimpse of him before he got away. He's fast!"
"If the Netherworld Emperor weren't fast, he would have been killed long ago," Moon Celestial Lord said with a smile.
Qin Mu nodded in agreement and asked, "Has Netherworld Celestial Lord not descended with an avatar yet?"
Moon Celestial Lord replied, "Don't rush him. He's very shy. He'll sneak down in a while."
The two returned to the palace. Qin Mu said, "I wonder if the Opening Emperor and Goddess Langhuan will also descend with avatars. Now we're only missing them..."
Just as he spoke, a sword light suddenly stabbed through the void. It was the Carefree Sword. With a series of swishing sounds, it executed thirty-four sword techniques in succession not far from the peach forest!