Chapter 1770: Divine War
“Endure? Compromise? Those two words do not exist in my life.”
Though Empress Chi Yao was a woman, she possessed a spirit that looked down upon the heavens. Faced with three deities whose cultivation time far surpassed hers, she showed no sign of compromise.
“If you commit a mistake, you must be punished. Does your Paradise Realm have a bottom line? Does our Kunlun Realm not? Anyone who crosses Kunlun Realm’s bottom line will meet no good end—including Saint Kings and gods of Paradise Realm.”
A piercing blood light emerged.
The Blood-Drop Sword appeared in Chi Yao’s hand, its blade crimson as if dripping blood.
“Shua, shua.”
Blood-colored sword qi flew out, piercing through the bodies of the Paradise Realm kings.
Anyone struck by the Blood-Drop Sword’s qi would have their blood drained from within. Even a Saint King’s body would instantly turn into a desiccated corpse devoid of any life force.
The moment Chi Yao summoned the Blood-Drop Sword, You Shen sensed something amiss. Her eyes turned bloodshot, and she roared in fury: “You’re asking for death.”
From a thousand miles away, You Shen struck out with a palm.
A black shadow flew from her palm, moving at a speed beyond the visual perception of Saint King realm cultivators, hurtling toward Chi Yao on the steps.
It was a spiritual power attack.
Although this power was highly condensed, with almost all spiritual energy gathered within the black shadow, the faint spiritual power fluctuations that leaked out were still terrifying.
“Puchi.”
On Moon God Mountain, aside from Zhang Ruochen and the others protected by Moon God, all other Saint realm cultivators clutched their heads, screamed, and collapsed to the ground, blood flowing from their seven orifices.
Fortunately, Moon God Mountain was inscribed with divine-level runes that resisted spiritual power attacks, saving their lives.
Beyond that, within the Tongyou Sacred Domain where Moon God Mountain was located, countless Saint realm beings across thirty thousand miles suffered splitting headaches, their sacred souls on the verge of shattering, their wills on the brink of collapse.
A god’s attack was beyond the imagination of Saint realm cultivators.
Even the faint residual waves could affect all living beings across an entire region.
Though You Shen struck swiftly, she was still a moment too late. By the time her spiritual power attack reached Chi Yao, half of the Paradise Realm Saint Kings had already turned into dried corpses, their sacred blood flowing into the Blood-Drop Sword.
Chi Yao was forced to temporarily halt the slaughter and raised the Chaos Time-Space Lotus.
“Hua—”
Chi Yao’s palm became like a five-fingered boundless world. The Chaos Time-Space Lotus took root in her palm, emitting dazzling radiance that not only illuminated the thirty-thousand-mile Tongyou Sacred Domain but also the entire Shatuo Heaven Domain.
A million miles of heaven and earth were bathed in brilliant light.
The spiritual power shadow had not even reached Chi Yao before it was shattered by the light, dissipating into nothing.
“You Shen, after thirty thousand years of cultivation, is this all you’ve got?”
Chi Yao lifted her eyelids slightly, a look of contempt in her eyes.
It was the contempt of an empress, a disdain that rose above all living beings.
What kind of existence was You Shen?
Any being who saw her would either tremble in fear or show utmost respect. Who would dare to look down on her?
You Shen was enraged. She raised both arms toward the sky, and the dark clouds above the black tower receded like a tide, forming a circular hole.
Above the circular hole, countless stars appeared.
“Hua—”
Countless beams of starlight poured down, converging at the top of the black tower.
Instantly, the tower’s body was covered with billions of mysterious patterns, and the aura it emitted became even more terrifying.
The world grew darker. Even the light of the Chaos Time-Space Lotus was being devoured by the dark power radiating from the black tower, spreading toward Moon God Mountain.
Zhang Ruochen stood behind Moon God, enveloped by her divine light. Yet, watching the rolling darkness approach, he felt an icy chill throughout his body, his sacred qi and blood freezing solid.
Zhang Ruochen held his breath and glanced at Man Jian Da Sheng beside him. The latter returned a bitter smile.
Even a Great Saint, in such a scene, trembled with fear, feeling utterly insignificant.
Within the Shatuo Heaven Domain, a Demon Emperor stepped out of his demon palace and gazed toward Moon God Mountain, sighing: “Starlight descends, the Nether Tower opens—a divine war is inevitable.”
With that, the Demon Emperor released demonic qi, swept up all the cultivators in his demon palace, and fled the Shatuo Heaven Domain.
In one of the Seven Shatuo Realms, the Purple Mansion Realm, a god who had slept for many years awakened, appearing above a sea of purple mist. He sighed: “Why? Kunlun Realm has already declined. It barely managed to revive and give birth to a young god. Why must it clash head-on with Paradise Realm? Why can’t it compromise and endure? Sigh!”
A long sigh carried endless helplessness and vicissitude.
The gods of the Seven Shatuo Realms were all stirred.
They felt that the young gods of Kunlun Realm were too sharp-edged, not understanding the need to hide their brilliance and endure humiliation.
Since Kunlun Realm had declined, it should live according to the ways of decline.
The Seven Shatuo Realms were the seven weakest worlds in the Western Universe. Thus, the gods of these realms understood best the weight a god carried—the weight of an entire world, billions of lives, the legacy of a civilization, and the honor and disgrace of a realm.
Sometimes, for the sake of their world’s continued survival, for the civilization to be passed down, and for the beings within not to be enslaved or treated as food, even gods had to cast aside their pride and do the most humiliating things, the things they least wanted to do.
In the future, if a peerless hero emerged from their great world, they might once again straighten their spines, ride the wind, and make all gods yield.
Living at least meant there was still hope.
Clearly, Chi Yao was different from them.
She could hide her brilliance and endure silently, but once her bottom line was crossed, she would never stoop to humiliation or live in disgrace. That was not who she was, nor was it the spirit and style of Kunlun Realm.
If war was necessary, she would fight even unto death.
If death was inevitable, the enemy would pay a heavy price.
“Return to One.”
Chi Yao uttered two words, raised the Blood-Drop Sword, and transformed into a sharp, boundless blood light that shot forward.
The blood light tore through the darkness and collided with the star-sized Nether Tower.
At that moment, Zhang Ruochen felt only a piercing pain in his eardrums. His ears went deaf, and he could hear nothing. All he could see was the utterly shocking scene in the distance.
Blood-colored and black divine power formed a circle, expanding in all directions. The mountains and lakes on the ground, like fist-sized sand piles and puddles, were instantly flattened, turning into barren, reddish-yellow desert land.
The eighteen-hundred-mile-tall black Nether Tower shattered into countless fragments, crashing toward the ground.
Even a nail-sized fragment would sink the earth for dozens of miles upon impact.
Larger fragments were even more devastating, shattering both the continental plates and space itself, forming pitch-black abyssal pits.
Not only the Tongyou Sacred Domain but also several surrounding sacred domains were completely destroyed.
Fortunately, the Great Saints guarding those domains had already taken most of the Saint realm cultivators and fled the Shatuo Heaven Domain. Otherwise, all life in those sacred domains would have perished.
Countless shocked gazes fixed on the shattered black Nether Tower, filled with disbelief.
Even the gods of the Seven Shatuo Realms were drawing in cold breaths.
You Shen was momentarily stunned, then said: “How is this possible? My Nether Tower was forged from one of the ten divine-level substances, the dark substance Cold Nether Iron. How could you shatter it with a single sword strike?”
The ten divine-level substances were the most extreme materials in the universe, essential for forging Supreme Sacred Artifacts and divine artifacts.
“Creation substance… Your sword was forged from creation substance,” You Shen said in a low voice.
Chi Yao stood in the void, clad in a brocade golden robe, holding the Blood-Drop Sword in one hand and the Chaos Time-Space Lotus in the other. She looked down at You Shen below and said: “In truth, you are not much stronger than Jiao Shen, whom I killed.”
Hearing this, You Shen felt a sharp sting, nearly losing her composure.
“You’re asking for death.”
You Shen roared: “Stabilize the Star Sea!”
From the center of the shattered Nether Tower, a pitch-black divine pillar flew out, ninety-eight thousand zhang long.
The pillar was called Stabilize the Star Sea.
It was the core of the Nether Tower, also forged from a dark substance. However, that dark substance was even rarer than Cold Nether Iron, known as Dark True Iron.
If You Shen fully activated it, this pillar could stabilize a stretch of starry sky in the universe, halting the rotation of all stars.
You Shen lifted the Stabilize the Star Sea pillar and swung it at Chi Yao.
Yan Shen and Four-Armor Blood Ancestor exchanged glances, then struck simultaneously.
Yan Shen’s palm shot out across the void. Imperial-level Purifying Divine Flame condensed into a sky-covering, earth-shrouding giant hand, smashing down toward Chi Yao’s head.
The flame handprint was infinitely powerful, shattering space and tearing open countless spatial rifts, each thousands of miles long.
Zhang Ruochen was stunned into breathlessness. His mastery of the Way of Space was still too shallow, utterly insignificant before the gods.
With his current cultivation and spatial skill, even tearing open a ten-zhang-long spatial rift in Paradise Realm was extremely difficult. But the gods’ power easily shattered space, tearing out countless thousands-of-miles-long rifts.
Four-Armor Blood Ancestor struck as well, using his hand as a blade. Countless sacred dao rules interwove on his palm, denser than the rules of heaven and earth, slashing across the void at Chi Yao.
Clearly, Four-Armor Blood Ancestor’s strength surpassed that of You Shen and Yan Shen. His slash severed all the heaven-and-earth rules in that stretch of space, turning it into a forbidden dao zone.
Three gods attacked together against a new god who had cultivated for less than a thousand years—truly vicious.
The gods of the Great Demon Ten Directions Realm, Purple Mansion Realm, Tianmu Realm, and other Shatuo realms all sighed. At this point, the Heavenly Palace had yet to intervene, clearly indicating that Paradise Realm had made various preparations in advance.
Today, that god of Kunlun Realm would likely fall.
Just then, beneath Moon God’s feet, a circle of white light ten zhang in diameter appeared. At the same time, she transmitted a message to Zhang Ruochen and the others: “Don’t step out of the light circle.”
Moon God flew above Moon God Mountain. Her ethereal, unmatched immortal body radiated dazzling light as she declared: “Forcibly entering Guanghan Realm’s territory, injuring Guanghan Realm’s cultivators, and causing trouble on my Moon God Mountain—this is a capital offense.”
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