# Chapter 2179: The Court's Final Day
"Zhang Ruochen, take this strike from me."
Yin Yuanchen's eyes were sharp as he used a secret technique to manipulate the divine corpse into launching an attack.
To unleash the divine corpse's full power, Yin Yuanchen did not hesitate to consume his own essence blood. Through the bloodline connection between them, he fully revived the divine corpse.
Yin Yuanchen was no weakling. Based on Zhang Ruochen's assessments from their several battles, he possessed at least seventy percent of Yan Wushen's evil incarnation's combat power. Across the Heavenly Court and Hell Realms, few below the Great Saint realm could match him. His bloodline was extraordinarily powerful, his talent exceptionally rare.
A beam of divine light flew out from Yin Yuanchen's body and landed in the divine corpse's hand, transforming into a dull-colored longsword. Countless divine rules flowed across its surface, emitting a dense deathly aura.
This sword was left behind by Yin Yuanchen's father, forged using bizarre secret techniques from the Primordial Era. It was a powerful Divine Relic Ancient Artifact.
The divine corpse gripped the divine sword, channeling vast divine power into it continuously, driving the sword's might to its peak.
The divine sword swung, unleashing a heaven-piercing sword light. Endless death energy surged forth, as if trying to manifest a terrifying death realm that would devour all living things. Even this vision alone made one's heart tremble.
Meanwhile, the Titan Six Divine Generals, who had been cut in half earlier, also stirred. Blood mist erupted from their twelve severed torsos as they reformed their bodies, becoming twelve Titan Divine Generals once more. Their forms were equally towering, though their auras had weakened slightly.
As top-tier Saint King realm experts, their vitality was extremely tenacious—far from easy to kill. The Titan clan's life force was especially resilient.
The twelve Titan Divine Generals jointly offered up a giant axe, its edge gleaming with sharpness. Divine power surged, as if it could split heaven and earth apart. Even if a ruin realm stood in its path, it would likely be cleaved in two by a single strike.
Zhang Ruochen's gaze was indifferent. With a thought, the Mountain-Hiding Demon Mirror flew out from his body, reviving at an astonishing speed. Over a million Supreme Inscription Runes emerged clearly, interweaving with each other. A vague, massive world shadow manifested.
"Boom."
The Mountain-Hiding Demon Mirror released overwhelming demonic might, crushing the death realm manifested by the divine sword. The giant axe was firmly suppressed by the world shadow, unable to move.
In the next moment, the Mountain-Hiding Demon Mirror unleashed endless demonic energy, condensing into ten thousand layers of demon mountains. An invisible "force" spread out.
"Boom."
The divine corpse was sent flying by the demon mountains, crashing into a sacred lake a hundred miles away. Even Yin Yuanchen was impacted, as if struck by a star—flying backward while spitting blood.
The giant axe also reversed course, cleaving through several Titan Divine Generals' bodies, sending blood splattering everywhere.
Then, the Mountain-Hiding Demon Mirror flew above the twelve Titan Divine Generals. Its surface rippled like water, releasing a powerful devouring force.
"No!"
The twelve Titan Divine Generals struggled desperately, fear flashing in their eyes.
As Zhang Ruochen's own cultivation and strength improved, the Mountain-Hiding Demon Mirror was further repaired, growing more powerful. Especially after Zhang Ruochen climbed Truth Mountain, the mirror had gained tremendous benefits, absorbing the power of Truth's Way and undergoing some indescribable transformation.
Now, Zhang Ruochen could activate the Mountain-Hiding Demon Mirror more easily, unleashing stronger attacks with more variations.
In an instant, ten Titan Divine Generals were absorbed into the Mountain-Hiding Demon Mirror. Only two, relying on the giant axe, managed to resist the mirror's power and barely escape.
The next moment, these two Titan Divine Generals merged into one but retreated some distance, their eyes filled with wariness.
Having severely wounded Yin Yuanchen and suppressed the Titan Five Divine Generals who had split into two bodies, Zhang Ruochen achieved remarkable results. Yet he did not linger for battle, wanting to break through the encirclement.
He had to hurry and rendezvous with the Nine Heavens Mysterious Maiden and Chi Kongle.
"Stay right here, this lord commands!"
With a thunderous roar, a massive creature suddenly appeared in midair.
It was a ferocious beast, not made of flesh and blood, but constructed from countless intricate talisman patterns. It looked lifelike, emitting overwhelming murderous aura.
"A talisman beast from the Talisman Spirit Realm."
Zhang Ruochen stared at it.
The Talisman Spirit Realm was one of the top twenty major worlds in the Western Universe, famous for crafting powerful talisman beasts.
So-called "talisman beasts" were formed from talisman scripts, then given spiritual nature through secret techniques. Their forms and sizes varied, as did their abilities. A bonded talisman beast could grow stronger as its master's cultivation improved.
Zhang Ruochen sensed a very dense Great Saint aura from this talisman beast, confirming it was forged by a top-tier Great Saint.
The talisman beast resembled a fierce tiger with blood-red eyes. As soon as it appeared, the world's rules and sacred energy all converged toward it.
At the same time, the twelve Judgment Envoys of the Radiant Divine Temple also acted, offering up the twelve Judgment Swords. Combining their power, they slashed out an unparalleled sword light.
Zhang Ruochen's mind moved, sending the Mountain-Hiding Demon Mirror to meet the twelve Judgment Swords.
His hands quickly formed seals, mobilizing billions of sacred dao rules within his body. Combining vast sacred energy, he condensed an immensely majestic figure, like a god or demon.
"Demon God Prison Suppression."
The majestic figure descended from the sky, stomping the tiger-shaped talisman beast into the ground.
"Roar!"
The talisman beast let out an earth-shaking roar. Billions of talisman scripts extended from its body as it struggled desperately.
But the demon god phantom possessed infinite power, like a grand world, firmly suppressing the talisman beast.
In the next moment, the demon god phantom reached out a hand, grabbing toward the Talisman Spirit Realm expert controlling the talisman beast.
This person was extremely powerful, a top-tier peak expert below the Great Saint realm. His body emitted a mountain-like, sea-like aura, his spirit and energy exceptionally strong.
Yet now, fear appeared in his eyes.
The most elite Talisman Spirit Realm experts typically cultivated both martial arts and spiritual power, reaching extremely high levels in both. Only then could they nurture the most powerful talisman beasts.
"What kind of sacred art is this? Why have I never seen Zhang Ruochen use it before?"
The Talisman Spirit Realm expert was shocked.
He immediately offered up another talisman beast, shaped like a dragon-turtle. Countless talisman scripts interwove on its shell.
To withstand the demon god phantom, the Talisman Spirit Realm expert even forced out a mouthful of essence blood, merging it into the talisman beast.
"Pfft."
Yet the talisman beast still couldn't withstand the demon god phantom. Like paper, it was instantly pierced through.
"How... how is it this strong?"
This was the last thought that flashed through the Talisman Spirit Realm expert's mind before his body exploded.
After his death, the tiger-shaped talisman beast immediately quieted down, transforming into a beast-shaped talisman script that Zhang Ruochen collected.
A talisman beast forged by a top-tier Great Saint had tremendous value. If refined for personal use, it would undoubtedly prove quite useful.
On the other side, the Mountain-Hiding Demon Mirror displayed terrifying might. Not only did it break the twelve Judgment Swords' attack, but it also severely wounded the twelve Judgment Envoys.
If not for their quick reactions, even the twelve Judgment Swords would have been nearly taken by the mirror.
Seizing this opportunity, Zhang Ruochen did not hesitate. At top speed, he broke through the encirclement.
"Don't flee!"
An expert tried to intercept Zhang Ruochen.
"Pfft."
But before he could act, an iron sword pierced through his head.
"Thirteen."
A Le expressionlessly pulled the iron sword from that expert's head. Crimson sacred blood left bright red flower patterns on the ground.
With a flicker, A Le appeared beside another expert, slicing off his head with a single sword strike.
With A Le's distraction, Zhang Ruochen smoothly escaped, speeding toward the depths of the Purple Micro Palace.
"Stop him!"
Yin Yuanchen's eyes bulged as he roared.
As he spoke, he himself mounted the divine corpse, soaring into the sky, closely following Zhang Ruochen.
The other Heavenly Realm Faction experts also followed.
Zhang Ruochen paused briefly, glanced at them, then tore open a spatial gate, releasing a massive creature that cast a huge shadow.
"Crunch."
The massive creature opened its terrifying, gaping maw, swallowing three Heavenly Realm Faction experts whole.
It was none other than the evil spirit that had possessed the divine python corpse.
After devouring many cultivators' sacred souls and sacred blood, the evil spirit had grown stronger, able to mobilize the vast divine power stored in the divine python corpse. More importantly, after being cleansed by the Fountain of Life, the corpse energy within the divine python corpse was decreasing, replaced by more life force.
"Boom."
The evil spirit swung its massive body, sending over a dozen Nine-Step Saint Kings from the Heavenly Realm Faction flying.
A Le killed another expert, then with a flicker, appeared atop the evil spirit's head.
The evil spirit immediately shrank its body, carrying A Le as it rapidly retreated.
"Damn it!"
The Heavenly Realm Faction cultivators burned with intense frustration.
So many top-tier Saint Kings had joined forces, yet not only had they failed to harm Zhang Ruochen, they had suffered heavy losses. If word got out, it would definitely become a joke.
Young Master Yao's brow was deeply furrowed. Worry crept into his heart—if they couldn't kill Zhang Ruochen this time, he would certainly face major trouble.
In truth, not just him, but everyone present shared this concern. Given Zhang Ruochen's style, he would never let this go afterward.
So no matter the cost, Zhang Ruochen must die this time.
By now, the Purple Micro Palace had become a hell. Corpses littered the ground, blood flowed like rivers.
Killing intent soared, resentment filled the air.
With Empress Chi Yao's dedicated cultivation, the court had produced a fair number of Saints and Saint Kings in recent years. But compared to the Heavenly Realm Faction, they were far behind.
Facing the Heavenly Realm Faction's surprise attack, the court suffered heavy casualties in a very short time.
It was almost one-sided.
Fortunately, the Blood Drop Sword was there, holding off the Heavenly Realm Faction's experts for a moment, allowing some of the court's forces to retreat safely into the Primordial Beginning Divine Temple where Empress Chi Yao resided.
The Primordial Beginning Divine Temple stood at the highest point of the Purple Micro Palace, within an oasis at the center of a heavenly lake. It bore numerous divine patterns personally inscribed by Empress Chi Yao, with powerful defenses. If fully activated, even Hundred Shackles Realm Great Saints or Thousand Questions Realm Great Saints would find it difficult to force their way in.
But with Empress Chi Yao absent from the Primordial Beginning Divine Temple and no Great Saint expert stationed there, no matter how exquisite the divine patterns, their power was greatly diminished.
Those responsible for controlling the divine patterns were Empress Chi Yao's personal guards—the seventy-two Palace Maid Saints, also divine attendants. They were divided into six teams, guarding six directions.
Before the Kunlun Realm's revival, the seventy-two Palace Maid Saints were already at the Saint realm. Under Empress Chi Yao's cultivation, they had all long since reached the Saint King realm, coordinating seamlessly with each other.
But activating divine patterns consumed vast amounts of sacred energy and spiritual power. Although the seventy-two Palace Maid Saints were not weak, they couldn't sustain it for long.
By now, their faces were pale as paper, their auras weak. Only through sheer willpower did they persist.
Outside the Primordial Beginning Divine Temple lay numerous corpses, almost all from the court's side.
Earlier, when the Heavenly Realm Faction experts attacked, they hadn't been able to retreat into the Primordial Beginning Divine Temple in time.
Many court experts had originally been in the Purple Micro Palace, but only a few hundred had successfully retreated into the Primordial Beginning Divine Temple.
They could be called the court's elite, its last foundation.
If they all died, the court would likely collapse.
Thus, the Kunlun Realm would sink into even greater chaos, accelerating its destruction.
Among the Four Confucian Sects, the only surviving Sect Leader of the Book Sect was also in the crowd. When the Heavenly Realm Faction attacked, he hadn't been in the Nine Stars Linked Pearl Mansion, so he escaped disaster.
But one of the seven Realm Sons was missing—Sui Han, who represented the Confucian path. Unlike the Book Sect Leader, Sui Han had happened to go to the Linked Pearl Mansion when the Heavenly Realm Faction launched their attack.
Inside the sacred hall, everyone frowned, the atmosphere oppressively heavy.
Ever since the Merit War broke out, cultivators from all worlds had said the Kunlun Realm's end was near. They hadn't seen the Kunlun Realm's end—they had met their own first.
The Heavenly Realm Faction had come prepared, bringing treasures to decipher and break the divine patterns. Even with the patterns activated, they were slowly being worn away.
Outside the Primordial Beginning Sacred Hall, a large number of Heavenly Realm Faction experts had gathered. Archangel Michael was among them.
"Give up resistance. Surrender, and this king will grant you a path to survival. Otherwise, none of you will leave the Primordial Beginning Divine Temple alive." Archangel Michael's voice rang throughout the temple.
The Nine Heavens Mysterious Maiden was covered in bloodstains. Her slender figure stood straight at the temple's entrance. "Are you Heavenly Realm Faction people not afraid of Heavenly Palace's punishment? Don't forget, the Kunlun Realm Merit Battlefield is no longer under the Paradise Realm's sole control."
"Heavenly Palace's rules have always been made by the strong. The Kunlun Realm has declined to this point and has no voice. Once the Peach Tree is cut down and the Kunlun Realm completely withers, even fewer will care about what happens here." Archangel Michael said.
The weak are prey to the strong—this was an eternal law.
Among the Heavenly Court's myriad worlds, the weak worlds could only survive in the cracks.
"Why waste words with them? Once the divine patterns are broken, this lord has ways to make them obedient." A sinister laugh rang out.
Beside Archangel Michael appeared a gaunt man with a large head but sparse hair. His scalp was covered in strange secret patterns, his eyes bulging as if they might pop out at any moment, looking quite terrifying.
This man exuded an extremely evil aura. He held a skull staff, his wide mouth grinning, with bits of unswallowed flesh still stuck between his teeth.
He was the leader of the Cha Realm, the Heartless Evil Lord, from the Cha Realm's most ancient Nether Evil Sect, having cultivated a body of terrifying evil arts.
Anyone who fell into the Heartless Evil Lord's hands would usually wish they were dead.
"I sense the Abyssal Depths' aura. Zhang Ruochen has already entered the Purple Micro Palace and... is heading toward the Primordial Beginning Divine Temple."
The Blood Drop Sword's artifact spirit suddenly spoke.
At these words, many present changed expressions.
Some were overjoyed, as if seeing a glimmer of light in the darkness.
Others remained calm and composed, unperturbed. They knew that although Zhang Ruochen was strong, he was only one person—he couldn't change the overall situation.
The Nine Heavens Mysterious Maiden frowned slightly and sighed. "The Heavenly Realm Faction's top Saint King experts have almost all come out. They've already set up a heaven-and-earth net in the Purple Micro Palace. This place has become a dragon's pool and tiger's den—he shouldn't have come."
Of course, the Nine Heavens Mysterious Maiden knew in her heart that with Chi Kongle in the Purple Micro Palace, no matter how dangerous it was, Zhang Ruochen would definitely come.
That was just the kind of person he was.
And the reason the Heavenly Realm Faction, having already taken her blood, still insisted on attacking the Primordial Beginning Divine Temple was obvious.
They wanted to capture Chi Kongle to use against Zhang Ruochen.
Or perhaps, to capture her as well.
The Heavenly Realm Faction's operation this time mainly targeted the Peach Tree, but they were also determined to kill Zhang Ruochen.
Chi Kongle stood gracefully beside the Nine Heavens Mysterious Maiden, a small cyan pagoda in her blood-stained hands, her eyes full of worry.
This small pagoda resembled the Azure Heaven Floating Pagoda but was a replica forged by Chi Yao—a Monarch War Artifact.
Inside it was a brand imprint of the Azure Heaven Floating Pagoda's artifact spirit, which had been used as a foundation to quickly cultivate another powerful artifact spirit.
The real Azure Heaven Floating Pagoda was no longer in the Kunlun Realm; it had gone to Empress Chi Yao.
"Blood Drop Aunt, can you send a message to Father, telling him to leave quickly and not come to save us?" Chi Kongle looked at the Blood Drop Sword's artifact spirit, her eyes filled with determination and resolve.
The Blood Drop Sword's artifact spirit shook its head. "The Heavenly Realm Faction has sealed off the Primordial Beginning Divine Temple. I can only sense the Abyssal Depths' aura; I can't send messages outward."
"Then what do we do? The Heavenly Realm Faction has deployed so many experts—Father will be in danger. It doesn't matter if we die, but he can't die. He is the Kunlun Realm's future and hope!" Chi Kongle said.
Chi Kongle would rather Zhang Ruochen ignore her completely than have him risk himself for her.
The Nine Heavens Mysterious Maiden comforted her, "Don't worry. With your father's strength, it won't be easy for the Heavenly Realm Faction to deal with him. Even if he can't win, he can certainly retreat safely."
Though she said this, she knew in her heart that given Zhang Ruochen's character, knowing they were in danger, how could he easily retreat?
The Nine Heavens Mysterious Maiden sighed inwardly.
The six Realm Sons exchanged glances, their eyes full of bitterness and indignation.
As the Kunlun Realm's Realm Sons, enjoying the best resources, they could do nothing at this critical moment.
Looking at Zhang Ruochen's various achievements, the six Realm Sons felt even more ashamed.
Many things should have been their responsibility, but in the end, they all fell on Zhang Ruochen's shoulders.
The divine patterns in the southeast direction of the sacred hall were controlled by the White Feather Twelve Saints. At this moment, worry was also written on their faces.
Back then, the White Feather Twelve Saints had followed Canglan Martial Saint to Immortal Mechanism Mountain, only to be attacked by the Undying Blood Clan. Six of the female saints had survived only because Zhang Ruochen had come to their rescue.
The White Feather Twelve Saints were as close as sisters. Since Zhang Ruochen had saved six of them, the others were also grateful to him.
Now, hearing that Zhang Ruochen had already fought his way into the Purple Micro Palace, they were naturally very worried, afraid he would fall into the trap set by the Heavenly Realm Faction.
"It's a pity our cultivation is too weak. Otherwise, I would really want to fight alongside Young Master Ruochen, just like back at Immortal Mechanism Mountain." Yuan Shu female saint sighed.
Liu Li female saint's brow was tightly furrowed, her emotions churning violently. She desperately hoped Zhang Ruochen could turn the tide as before, sweeping through the Heavenly Realm Faction with unstoppable momentum.
The hero in her fantasies was someone who could do what others couldn't.
Even if mountains blocked the way, he would carve through them.
But the reality was that the Heavenly Realm Faction had countless experts, and the Purple Micro Palace was already under their control. Zhang Ruochen was strong, but how could he alone fight his way here?
Now, the entire Purple Micro Palace had become a hunting ground for the Heavenly Realm Faction to surround and kill Zhang Ruochen, just waiting for him to jump in.
What Liu Li wanted most now was for Zhang Ruochen to leave the Purple Micro Palace immediately and not worry about them.
At this moment, Archangel Michael also sensed the commotion below and ordered, "At all costs, break through the Primordial Beginning Divine Temple!"
Multiple gods from the Heavenly Realm Faction had personally ordered Zhang Ruochen's death. To achieve this goal, they would stop at nothing.
Whether Chi Kongle or the Nine Heavens Mysterious Maiden, both were people Zhang Ruochen cared about. As long as they were captured, everything would be under control.