Chapter 762: The Battle of Yulock Pass
In the Eye of Tubo, a faint light glowed. Inside the eye, Imperial Heavenly Lord finished eating the remaining half of the chicken. He wanted to toss away the bones, but saw that this sacred hall was spotlessly clean everywhere, without a single speck of debris—nowhere to discard them.
He hesitated for a moment, glanced around to see that the hall was empty—neither the Karma Fire Tubo nor the Elder of the Underworld were present—so he tossed the chicken bones into a corner crevice and scurried out of the sacred hall in a quick dash.
Outside the hall, the Karma Fire Tubo and the Elder of the Underworld stood before the hall, gazing downward.
Imperial Heavenly Lord also looked down but could only see a pitch-black void, nothing at all.
"Have you recorded everything?" Tubo asked, tilting his head.
The Elder of the Underworld nodded. "I am recording it now."
Outside the Eye of Tubo, countless small boats floated. On each of the tens of thousands of boats stood an Elder of the Underworld, with a horse lantern hanging from the bow. The elders scribbled furiously under the lantern light.
"Even when Pastoral Heavenly Lord acts on behalf of Tubo, must his faults be recorded?" the Elder of the Underworld asked.
Tubo's expression remained impassive. "Though he acts on my behalf, devouring the primordial spirits of these gods and demons is a grave offense. It must be recorded."
The Elder of the Underworld showed a troubled expression and sighed. "The little notebooks about him are already too many. The previous rooms can no longer hold them. This time, it's not just a mountain of books—I fear we'll need to build several grand halls just to store his magnificent achievements!"
Tubo said, "Then build a dedicated palace complex to store his case files."
The Elder of the Underworld acknowledged the order.
Before the Yulock Pass in the Nether Capital, Yan Qianchong coughed repeatedly, his complexion shifting from pale to flushed. He looked ahead at the surging tide of divine weapons—those divine and demonic armaments were the weapons of the gods and demons under his command. Just moments ago, the hundreds of thousands of deities and demons had been his troops.
In the era of the Supreme Emperor's Outer Heaven, he had been the Southern Heavenly Red Emperor, and these gods and demons were his subordinates.
After his battle with Qi Xiayu of the Supreme Emperor's Heaven, he had been defeated and killed, along with countless of his troops. These gods and demons, upon falling into the Nether Capital, had continued to follow him.
Now, that figure walking over countless bones had opened its mouth and devoured them all in one gulp.
The tide of divine weapons—countless divine and demonic armaments—emitted streaks of multicolored light, interweaving in midair as they advanced. The pressure squeezed the sky, producing thunderous booms: rumble, rumble.
Each weapon was as massive as a mountain, with divine light and demonic light reflecting off each other. At this moment, they achieved an astonishing unity. The conflict between gods and demons, in this place of the Nether Capital, saw demonic paths overwhelming divine paths, making it difficult for divine weapons to exert their full power.
Yet these weapons erupted with terrifying might, untainted by the demonic aura and nature of the Nether Capital.
Under the illumination of divine and demonic light, that figure walking over countless bones exuded an overwhelmingly powerful sense of intimidation.
It had three heads and six arms. One head was like a baby's, cooing and clapping its chubby little hands in excitement. Another head's eyes blazed with an intense, fanatical battle lust, its hair bristling with rage at the impending slaughter, like a demon king on the verge of violent murder, controlled by demonic nature.
The third head was extremely calm and sacred, observing its surroundings like a lofty deity.
Yan Qianchong felt a flicker of doubt. "It seems different from the Nether Capital Divine Child I saw before..."
"Hold your positions!"
Roars came from the camps on both sides—the voices of various generals restraining their respective gods and demons to prevent chaos.
Now that Yan Qianchong's troops had been wiped out in one blow, a gap had opened. If Qin Mu charged straight at Yan Qianchong, the forces on both flanks could encircle him, trapping him in the center for a pincer attack.
Yan Qianchong snorted again, feeling quite displeased. "It seems I deployed my troops too early..."
Just then, Qin Mu suddenly stopped. On both sides were hundreds of thousands, even millions, of divine and demonic armies, trembling as they looked at him, their eyes filled with terror.
Under the banners of each central camp, beings at the Lingxiao and Imperial Throne realms sat or stood, silent and cold.
Qin Mu's three heads scanned the surroundings, and a smile spread across his face.
He could feel waves of violent and frenzied power surging from his brother, Qin Fengqing. The massive-headed doll's digestion of so many divine and demonic primordial spirits had brought a surge of power that made him relish the feeling.
Fortunately, Qin Fengqing had controlled the demonic nature of the Nether Capital, preventing it from tainting him. Otherwise, he truly couldn't have controlled himself—he might have devoured every god and demon here in one go!
Qin Fengqing didn't trace things back to their roots. He couldn't understand—or rather, couldn't be bothered to understand—the principles of Dao and techniques. He simply used them as they came.
But Qin Mu was different.
He had trained since childhood under Village Chief, Granny Si, and Master Ma, and had absorbed their spirit of getting to the bottom of things. He loved to delve into research.
If he were to commit evil, he would be a hundred times more terrifying than Qin Fengqing!
"You all."
He looked around at the distant, terrified divine and demonic armies. Though their numbers were vast—hundreds of camps, tens of thousands of divine and demonic primordial spirits and Nether Capital deities—they trembled before him alone, unable even to hold their weapons.
"If you won't step aside, and you won't flee, do you want me to..."
Suddenly, two of Qin Mu's heads swelled to the size of Mount Sumeru, opening gaping mouths as vast as half the sky, and roared at the armies on both sides: "Eat you all?"
His body was already immensely towering and robust, but now his heads were dozens of times larger than his torso. His upper skull scraped the heavens, his chin pressed against the ground—a truly terrifying sight.
Qin Fengqing, a step slower, quickly shook his head too, his massive head even larger than Qin Mu's two, baring his fangs and claws: "Eat—"
The three roars stirred up a howling, surging dark wind that swept in all directions. The sound waves crashed against the black city wall of Yulock Pass, making the great black city hum and buzz.
On the ground, sand and stones flew, black winds rolled, charging into the battle formations and camps on all sides. The piercing, bone-chilling dark wind made the tattered armor and weapons of the gods and demons clatter loudly, quickly coating them in a layer of frost.
At the front line, a one-eyed god demon swallowed hard, but as a ghost deity, he had no saliva in his mouth.
"Run—"
Suddenly, a green-faced, fanged green-skinned ghost king turned and fled, leaving a trail of green ghost fire.
The other Nether Capital demon gods and divine primordial spirits stood motionless.
Then, with a crash, a four-armed god demon's armor shattered from the sound waves, scattering on the ground.
That sound was jarringly loud in the battle array after the wind had passed.
The demon god carefully planted his army's banner in the ground, bent down to pick up his broken armor, and accidentally brushed against the flagpole.
The great banner fell with a thud, its tattered fabric lying flat on the ground.
"This banner can't fall..."
Just as he tried to right the flag, a sound like a tidal wave reached his ears. Countless gods and demons surged backward in a frantic retreat, with countless voices shouting: "The banner has fallen! We've lost! Run for your lives!"
The four-armed demon god stood stunned. He tried to pick up the banner, but was swept away by the surging tide of fleeing deities, drifting farther and farther from the flag on the ground.
"It's over..."
He thought to himself: "Even if I find the flag, I can't stabilize morale. I might as well flee for my life!" He turned and sprinted away.
Yan Qianchong watched the fleeing divine and demonic primordial spirits on both sides and sneered coldly. Yan Jiuxi, the Great Sun Star Lord, and other half-blood ancient gods could no longer sit still. They rose to stop the fleeing soldiers, but morale had already shattered—how could they control it?
The fleeing troops spread across the mountains and plains like a tide, surging toward Tubo's feet and climbing up his legs. Cries and wails filled the air, with countless voices shouting: "The Little Tyrant is eating people again!"
Inside the Eye of Tubo, the Karma Fire Tubo said in surprise, "It seems we don't need to record so much. Two halls should suffice—they probably won't even fill up."
The Elder of the Underworld shook his head and sighed. "The ones remaining are the true giants. Though fewer records are needed, their sins are as vast as the heavens."
After a long while, the commotion gradually subsided.
The massive-headed doll looked ahead. Only about a thousand gods and demons remained standing there, having not fled. He was dumbfounded, glancing left and right, and said to Qin Mu, "Little brother, they've all run away. What do we eat?"
As soon as his voice rang out, another few hundred gods and demons, unable to suppress their terror, dropped their banners and fled.
Qin Fengqing ground his teeth, wanting to chase after them, but now Qin Mu controlled the body, so he couldn't act on his own.
"Eating a bunch of small fry is nothing compared to eating one big fish."
Qin Mu's gaze fell on the remaining hundred or so towering gods and demons around him. He smiled and said, "Brother, the big fish we're going to eat now are these!"
Qin Fengqing grew excited and laughed. "Then why not make a move?"
Qin Mu leaped into the air. As he rose, the divine and demonic weapons in midair suddenly melted, turning into a rolling torrent of molten metal. When Qin Mu reached the peak of his jump, the torrent converged into a great sword, flowing with flames, which he grasped in his hand.
The moment he gripped the sword, Yan Qianchong, Yan Jiuxi, the Great Sun Star Lord, and the others all moved at once. Their divine abilities erupted. Yulock Pass, originally the darkest place in the Nether Capital with the heaviest demonic aura, now seemed to have thousands of suns in the sky. The light of their abilities stretched for ten thousand miles, surging from all directions toward Qin Mu in midair.
Yan Jiuxi roared, spinning as he charged forward, his arms flailing. Black swords flew from his hands, stabbing toward Qin Mu in the sky.
The Great Sun Star Lord flapped his wings and shook his body, transforming into a Dark Golden Crow with a bird's head and a human body. His wings vibrated, and dark suns, large at first then rapidly shrinking, spun and hurtled toward Qin Mu.
Yan Qianchong sprinted and leaped, transforming into a Flame Divine Man with each bound. Rings of flame spun behind his head, and countless divine abilities burst forth from those rings!
At the same time, the primordial spirits of other Lingxiao and Imperial Throne realm experts unleashed abilities that blotted out the sky, illuminating the darkest place of the Nether Capital until even the inside of Yulock Pass was blindingly white!
Those who had cultivated to this level had almost all once entered the Dao. When their abilities erupted, they were directly great Dao-level techniques, with power that shook heaven and earth!
Martial Consort Niangniang was the fiercest of all. Her martial arts abilities were earth-shattering, her fists fierce and domineering, her footwork lightning-fast. With a cry of "Yah yah yah!", she had already charged before Qin Mu, unleashing countless fist, palm, and finger shadows from all directions!
At that moment, Qin Fengqing was excited and ready to fight, but suddenly realized that his hands were gripping the great crimson sword. He was stunned. "Strange, why am I holding this sword? I don't know any sword techniques..."
Just as he thought this, Martial Consort Niangniang was already upon him.
"Thousand Peaks Returning Palm from Beyond the Heavens!"
Qin Mu roared, channeling countless physical divine abilities into a single, unadorned punch. This punch seemed to bring a thousand strange peaks from beyond the heavens, meeting Martial Consort Niangniang head-on.
"Your martial arts are too weak!"
Martial Consort Niangniang's countless fists and feet struck Qin Mu's body. She crossed her arms to block his punch, and her pretty face instantly twisted. Her arms bent and shattered with a series of cracks. Her legs kicked forward in rapid succession, thud-thud-thud, hitting every part of Qin Mu's body.
"Sword, come."
Qin Mu reached out, snatched the great sword from Qin Fengqing's hands, and swung it in one stroke. Martial Consort Niangniang's head and body were separated!
Boom—
Thousands of divine abilities struck, engulfing them. The terrifying eruption of abilities sent waves of blinding white light surging in all directions, leveling the ground, rushing into the high heavens, and reaching Tubo's waist before the white light's ripples slowly dissipated.
At the center of the ability explosion, Qin Mu landed, legs spread wide, half-crouched. His body was battered and broken, even his three heads and six arms mangled and incomplete.
A surge of blood energy roiled within him, spilling out of his body. Qin Mu gripped the great sword, exhilarated beyond measure.
"I am so strong—"
His flesh visibly healed at an astonishing speed. He suddenly exerted force, leaped up, and charged at the oncoming half-blood god Yan Jiuxi, laughing: "So strong—"
Qin Fengqing was busy digesting Martial Consort Niangniang. He rolled his eyes at this. "No taste of the world..."