Chapter 2055: Both Sides Suffer Losses
Having repelled the Growth Heavenly King with spatial techniques, Yan Wushen did not stop. Instead, he turned toward the Broad-Eyed Heavenly King, pushing his spatial abilities to the extreme. Arriving in an instant, he struck out with a palm.
An invisible wave was released from Yan Wushen's palm. Wherever it passed, space collapsed, forming a terrifying vacuum zone.
"Myriad Forms Become Void."
The Broad-Eyed Heavenly King's eyes narrowed. "The Way of Origin."
Without any hesitation, the Broad-Eyed Heavenly King swiftly struck back, mobilizing the Derivative Realm power he commanded. With a vast amount of earth, wind, water, and fire, he created a miniature world concealed within his palm, quite similar to the legendary Buddhist great divine ability, the Palm Buddha Realm.
"Crack."
Yan Wushen's palm force was eerily peculiar. Upon collision, it did not create a great commotion, yet the miniature world in the Broad-Eyed Heavenly King's palm exploded violently.
Endless earth, wind, water, and fire surged forth, and the aura of destruction spread, coalescing into four ferocious dragons that lunged at Yan Wushen.
The four dragons were solid and lifelike, exuding a terrifying aura capable of tearing ordinary Lintao Realm experts to shreds.
But before they could even approach Yan Wushen, they were dissolved by an invisible force, breaking down into microscopic particles imperceptible to the naked eye, dissipating into the void.
The Broad-Eyed Heavenly King's expression turned solemn. He murmured, "Impressive, Myriad Forms Become Void. Yan Wushen's mastery of the Way of Origin has reached such a level."
Yan Wushen had always been mysterious, appearing and disappearing without a trace. Information about him was naturally scarce.
Some top-tier experts might know that Yan Wushen was a Space Controller, but few knew he was also an Origin Controller, having cultivated both of these Eternal Paths to an extremely high level.
The main reason was that against ordinary experts, Yan Wushen disdained even using the Eternal Paths.
Only top-tier experts like the Four Heavenly Kings could force Yan Wushen to unleash all his techniques without reservation.
After all, the Four Heavenly Kings commanded immensely powerful Derivative Realm forces, fully comparable to the Nine Eternal Paths.
A thousand miles away, the artifact spirit of the Hundred Dragon Bright Emperor Armor remained hidden behind a massive rock, completely concealing its aura. While munching on dried Saint King Realm beast meat, it watched the distant battle.
"Space power combined with Origin power—this junior of the Yama Clan is so formidable. A dual Eternal Path Controller hasn't appeared in ages."
Seeing Yan Wushen's techniques, the Golden Dragon couldn't help but show surprise.
Even in the Middle Ages, a hundred thousand years ago, it had rarely seen any peerless prodigies who could match Yan Wushen, let alone surpass him.
Of course, the strength of the Four Heavenly Kings also surprised the Golden Dragon. Power comparable to the Nine Eternal Paths was extremely rare, and even rarer were those who could pass it down.
On the other side, the Many-Hearing Heavenly King activated his Chaos-Colored Precious Umbrella. The eighty-one treasure pearls glowed, forming a dazzling beam of treasure light that flashed toward Bore like lightning.
Bore stood before the Gate of Destiny, her hands forming mysterious seals at incredible speed. Golden Buddhist light emerged on her body, coalescing into a golden Buddhist lotus that enveloped her.
The Buddhist lotus seemed forged from divine metal, exuding an indestructible, diamond-like aura, impervious to all techniques.
The treasure light released by the Chaos-Colored Precious Umbrella was said to be capable of sweeping away anything, but this time, it failed to achieve the expected effect.
Outside the golden Buddhist lotus, countless golden Buddha figures appeared, sitting cross-legged in the void, chanting supreme Buddhist scriptures together, perfectly protecting Bore within.
Bore appeared solemn and dignified, like a female Bodhisattva walking among mortals, holding a string of ancient Buddhist prayer beads that radiated vast Buddhist power.
"A Buddhist sacred art, and a string of prayer beads left by an ancient Buddha—interesting." A hint of surprise flickered in Yan Wushen's eyes.
After all, Bore was a member of the Underworld Clan. Logically, she should have been extremely wary of Buddhist power. Yet, not only was she unafraid, but she had also cultivated powerful Buddhist abilities, making her quite an anomaly.
Yan Wushen could tell that the prayer beads in Bore's hand were not particularly powerful treasures, but they contained an exceptionally pure and vast Buddhist power, greatly aiding in the cultivation and execution of Buddhist sacred arts.
If not for the prayer beads amplifying the power of her sacred art, Bore would likely have struggled to withstand the attack of the Mixed Yuan Pearl Umbrella.
Seeing this, the Golden Dragon's eyes widened even further. "Cultivating the Path of Fate is one thing, but she's an Underworld Clan member, yet she can also practice Buddhism? Strange, truly strange. Has the world changed so much in the hundred thousand years I've been asleep?"
Having finally come out, it encountered six extraordinarily powerful juniors. The Golden Dragon truly didn't know what to say.
It felt like returning to the Middle Ages, with all kinds of outstanding talents and monstrous prodigies emerging endlessly, competing like a hundred boats racing upstream.
In the blink of an eye, the Golden Dragon finished the dried meat in its claws. It was about to take out another piece but hesitated. "Stock is running low. I need to ration it. Sigh, I never thought I'd end up in a situation where even eating and drinking are a problem. Back when I followed the successive family heads of the Zhang Clan, I could eat whatever I wanted. Now, I have to count every bite of dried meat."
"That prodigal son of the Zhang Clan—how did he get ruined by a woman? Even my true body has fallen into the hands of this Underworld Clan woman. Why am I so unlucky?"
Despite its complaints, the Golden Dragon still took out another piece of dried beast meat. Only food could give it some comfort for the soul.
Just as it took a bite, the Golden Dragon suddenly sensed something and turned its head to one side.
From a great distance, the Golden Dragon saw a vast surge of yin energy, rolling in like a tidal wave or a tsunami.
Within the dense yin energy, countless ghostly figures flickered, along with pale ancient corpses and ferocious white bone frames.
"Oh? The armies of the Middle Three Clans of the Hell Realm actually dare to come out here?"
A hint of surprise appeared in the Golden Dragon's eyes.
The Yin Burial Mountain Range was an ancient battlefield, having buried countless living beings. It was a place of extremely heavy yin energy, not much different from the Underworld in the Eastern Domain.
Ever since the Hell Realm broke through the former spatial rift of the Kunlun Realm, the Yin Burial Mountain Range had become a Merit Battlefield, where countless armies of the Ghost Clan, Bone Clan, and Corpse Clan had gathered.
However, the real battlefield was hidden within the space of the Yin Burial Mountain Range. The armies of both sides rarely appeared on the periphery of the range.
Otherwise, with the Yin Burial Mountain Range as the center, an area tens of thousands of miles in radius would have long turned into scorched earth, and the Peaceful Town would not exist.
The Golden Dragon had been in the Yin Burial Mountain Range all along, so it was no stranger to these Hell Realm armies.
In a short time, the Hell Realm army had arrived, surrounding Yan Wushen, Bore, and the Four Heavenly Kings.
Within the yin energy, powerful auras shot up into the sky.
Although the Hell Realm army gathered there was not very large, its strength was formidable. All members had cultivation above the Saint Realm, and there were even top-tier Saint King Realm experts among them.
As the yin energy surged, three towering figures emerged: a red-haired Ghost King, a dark golden Bone King, and a bronze-skinned Corpse King. Each exuded an extremely powerful aura, surrounded by many terrifying phenomena, like demon gods.
Yan Wushen's gaze swept calmly over the three figures that had revealed themselves. "Yu Lin, Jin Lie, Yuan Jue—so it's you three."
The Hell Realm had countless experts, but few could make Yan Wushen remember their names.
The fact that Yan Wushen could name these three experts showed that their strength must be at the top level in the Hell Realm.
"Since we have the chance to deal with the Four Heavenly Kings of the Heavenly Palace, we naturally won't miss it. If we can kill one or two, the Heavenly Palace will surely be in great pain." The red-haired Yu Lin Ghost King laughed.
The Four Heavenly Kings stood side by side, their eyes cold as they looked at the approaching Hell Realm army.
The Broad-Eyed Heavenly King raised an eyebrow and snorted, "A bunch of rabble, daring to show up and cause trouble."
"Roar."
The red dragon coiled around the Broad-Eyed Heavenly King's arm flew out, rapidly growing in size, emitting a sky-shaking dragon roar.
"How dare you."
The three revealed experts all shouted, quickly striking out to protect their armies.
"Boom."
Despite the three experts' speed, they could not fully block the dragon roar. A small portion of the army had their forms and spirits directly shattered.
Then, the red dragon opened its mouth and spewed terrifying red flames, seemingly capable of burning the seas and boiling the oceans.
This flame was extremely yang and rigid, incredibly overbearing (badao), and a natural counter to yin and evil forces. It was perfectly suited for dealing with the Middle Three Clans of the Hell Realm.
"Hmph, be destroyed by this king."
The Yu Lin Ghost King snorted, extending a sinister ghost hand.
Vast yin-sha ghost energy condensed, becoming thick and viscous, even turning into liquid form.
For a moment, the sky rained a torrent of black rain.
"Sizzle."
The black rain evaporated upon contact with the red flames.
Correspondingly, the power of the red flames was also suppressed, gradually weakening.
"Form the formation."
The dark golden Jin Lie Bone King commanded in a dry voice.
Immediately, the experts of the three clans moved quickly, forming a strange formation at the fastest speed, combining their powers and channeling them into the three great experts.
In an instant, the auras of the three experts surged, and their bodies grew correspondingly taller by a head.
"Four Heavenly Kings, let us show you the power of the Yin-Sha Demon Banner."
The Yu Lin Ghost King said in a cold tone.
As he spoke, a pitch-black demon banner flew out from his body, growing with the wind, instantly expanding to a thousand zhang in length. The banner surface was covered with numerous complex secret patterns, each possessing the eerie power to capture souls and seize spirits.
This demon banner was obtained by the three experts in the Yin Burial Mountain Range, a lost treasure from the Middle Ages with immense power. As it shook, yin winds howled and demons danced wildly.
The reason they dared to come out and face the Four Heavenly Kings was largely due to their mastery of this demon banner.
Even if they couldn't win, as long as they had the demon banner, they were confident they could protect themselves.
"It seems you three haven't come in vain. Join me in attacking and give the Four Heavenly Kings a taste of their own medicine." Yan Wushen exuded a strong battle intent.
He didn't need the Yu Lin Ghost King and the other two to directly attack the Four Heavenly Kings. As long as they, like Bore, could tie down the Four Heavenly Kings, that would be enough.
The Growth Heavenly King said indifferently, "Yan Wushen, you underestimate the Four Heavenly Kings too much. Do you think relying on them can cause us any trouble?"
The Four Heavenly Kings were connected in spirit, needing no verbal communication to act simultaneously.
The State-Preserving Heavenly King plucked the four strings of his White Jade Pipa, the Growth Heavenly King activated the divine sword in his hand, the Broad-Eyed Heavenly King swung his double whips, and the Many-Hearing Heavenly King shook the Mixed Yuan Pearl Umbrella.
The four powers of earth, wind, water, and fire appeared together, transforming into four torrents that seemed to flow from a distant era, unstoppable.
These four powers could either merge to create worlds or separate to destroy them.
The Four Heavenly Kings of the Ancient Heavenly Court wielded the power of the Derivative Realm, holding the life and death of all heavens and myriad realms in their grasp.
"Come on, then."
Yan Wushen let out a long roar, his battle intent growing even stronger.
Activating the Hell Yama Qi, the strange mark on Yan Wushen's forehead emitted a dark light, illuminating the void and forming a massive black hole, causing a vast area of space to warp violently.
For a moment, it seemed as if time and space had reversed, and the world turned dark.
"Hell Without End."
A unique aura of Hell emanated from the black hole.
The black hole seemed like a passage to Hell, deep and terrifying, with no end in sight. It seemed that once one fell into it, there would be no escape.
The *Death Heavenly Scripture* flew out, merging with the black hole. Paths of life-and-death mysterious light wandered within it, annihilating all things.
Immediately, the four torrents unleashed by the Four Heavenly Kings were attracted, all rushing toward the black hole.
At the same time, Bore also acted, directly sending the Gate of Destiny flying to suppress the Four Heavenly Kings.
Within the Gate of Destiny, a vast number of Fate Rules intertwined, spewing out terrible Fate Power, weaving into a net that no one could resist.
The Wheel of Fate also flew out, generating numerous Fate Chains from within. Once bound by them, escape was impossible.
Meanwhile, the Yu Lin Ghost King, Jin Lie Bone King, and Yuan Jue Corpse King gathered the power of all the experts, fully activating the Yin-Sha Demon Banner. Vast yin-sha power surged from the banner, yin winds howled, demon thunder exploded, and the momentum was earth-shattering.
"Derivative Realm."
The Four Heavenly Kings shouted in unison.
The powers of earth, wind, water, and fire immediately merged together, forming a massive world.
This world was extremely heavy and contained immense power, completely suppressing the space for thousands of miles around.
The Four Heavenly Kings were of one lineage, their techniques consistent, and their cooperation flawless.
Once they executed their combined attack, they could easily obliterate ordinary Immortal Great Saints.
"Boom."
All the attack power released by the Yin-Sha Demon Banner was instantly crushed, and even the banner itself was sent flying.
Next, the Gate of Destiny that Bore had sent was also damaged, cracks appearing on its surface, nearly shattering.
And although the numerous Fate Chains released by the Wheel of Fate wrapped around the crushing world, they could not penetrate it.
Only the black hole that Yan Wushen had condensed remained intact, and its devouring power grew stronger, seemingly about to swallow the entire world created by the Four Heavenly Kings.
"Destroy."
Two very plain words came from the mouths of the Four Heavenly Kings.
"Boom."
That massive world exploded violently, releasing a destructive, world-ending force.
A cold light flashed in Yan Wushen's eyes, and he also detonated the black hole, releasing an equally violent destructive force.
At the same time, Bore voluntarily shattered the Gate of Destiny, and the vast Fate Power turned into a river, surging outward.
For a moment, the entire area was engulfed by destructive forces, and nothing could be seen.
Wherever this force touched, it caused earth-shattering scenes of devastation. The ground for tens of thousands of miles shook violently.
"Is this really a battle between a group of Saint King Realm juniors? They're crazier than I am." The Golden Dragon let out a strange cry. The massive rock it was hiding behind instantly disintegrated.
The Golden Dragon itself was unharmed; this impact was only enough to tickle it.
But without cover, the Golden Dragon had to retreat backward. It didn't want to be exposed to the public eye.
Although the impact from the clash was strong, destroying countless peaks, when it approached the central area of the Yin Burial Mountain Range, it dissipated into nothingness, causing no damage to the mountains there.
After a long time, the destructive force gradually dissipated.
Within thousands of miles, there was no longer any mountain peak. The ground had even sunk a hundred zhang, and countless white bones had turned to dust.
In the core area of the battle, space was extremely unstable, with spatial cracks constantly appearing.
The originally dense yin energy had completely dissipated, and the battle formation formed by the three clans' experts was shattered.
Of the tens of thousands of troops, fewer than a thousand remained, with broken bones and mutilated corpses scattered on the ground.
The Yu Lin Ghost King, Jin Lie Bone King, and Yuan Jue Corpse King had all suffered significant injuries. They had underestimated the gap between themselves and the Four Heavenly Kings. Even with the Yin-Sha Demon Banner, they could not gain any advantage.
The golden Buddhist lotus that had protected Bore was also shattered, and the Buddhist light around her had dimmed. Traces of blood appeared at the corners of her mouth; she was clearly injured as well.
Yan Wushen stood upright, his long hair flying, blocking the front. There were also traces of blood at the corners of his mouth.
If Yan Wushen hadn't blocked most of the impact, Bore and the others would have been more severely injured.
Although Yan Wushen was injured, he didn't care. Instead, a hint of excited smile appeared on his face.
The reason was simple: in this clash, the Four Heavenly Kings had also failed to gain the upper hand, and all of them were wounded.
"Four Heavenly Kings, do you want to continue fighting? I am more than happy to oblige." Yan Wushen said loudly.
Hearing this, a hint of seriousness appeared in the eyes of the Four Heavenly Kings.
This situation was different from before. Yan Wushen had allies, and they could no longer hold the upper hand. Continuing the fight would lead to unpredictable results.
"Whoosh."
Bore and the others all flashed to Yan Wushen's side.
Since they had already fought to this point, there was naturally no reason to retreat.
"Yan Wushen, our strengths are now roughly equal. Fighting further would be meaningless. However, you had better keep a low profile and not act recklessly in the Kunlun Realm. Otherwise, no matter where you are, the Four Heavenly Kings will find you." The State-Preserving Heavenly King said solemnly.
With that, the Four Heavenly Kings turned into four streaks of light and left decisively, disappearing in an instant.
Watching the direction the Four Heavenly Kings had gone, Yan Wushen murmured, "Next time, perhaps it will be you four troublesome fellows who will have a headache."
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