# Chapter 2747: What Is a Mortal World Myth?
"Even if you have stepped into the Divine Realm, what of it? Within my Dark Formation Diagram, you are destined to be suppressed."
Wujiang's gaze was as cold and frosty as ice. He released his spiritual power, activating the formation inscriptions of the Dark Formation Diagram. Instantly, the metal mountains on the ground shot upward rapidly, like towering giants, closing in around Bore.
Wujiang's senior brother was a Formation Divine Master.
For one to become a Divine Master, the vast majority had to achieve a spiritual power of at least eighty steps. The formation diagrams they refined were sufficient to suppress and kill true gods.
Moreover, Wujiang had not only achieved godhood through martial arts but had also reached the seventy-step divine realm in spiritual power, enough to unleash the Dark Formation Diagram's due power.
At the center of the dozens of metal mountains, a five-colored radiance emanated.
"Boom!"
The five-colored power of supremacy and sword qi shredded all the mountains.
Bore's peerless figure burst out from the rubble, wielding the Five-Colored Stone Sword. She slashed out a sword arc dozens of miles long.
Wujiang soared into the air, forming hand seals with his fingers. From the black lightning pattern on his brow, a beam of Dark Destruction Light shot forth.
Where the beam passed, space trembled violently.
"Bang!"
The two attacks collided, unleashing a powerful shockwave that sent Zhang Ruochen and the Nine-Toothed Wolf God General flying backward within the Scroll World.
Although Bore and Wujiang had only just entered the Divine Realm, at the Lower-Rank God level, their accumulation before achieving godhood was profound. Both were Eon-level representative figures.
Having stepped into the Divine Realm, they were already among the strong among true gods.
Even the mere residual waves of their battle were beyond what Zhang Ruochen and the Nine-Toothed Wolf God General could withstand.
"Such formidable power. The Saint Realm and the Divine Realm are indeed worlds apart," Zhang Ruochen murmured.
The Nine-Toothed Wolf God General's eyes, as large as copper bells, were filled with contempt. "Zhang Ruochen, Zhang Ruochen. Luo Sha, Guye Jing, Bore—the women close to you have all stepped into the Divine Realm, becoming strong among true gods. Don't you feel ashamed? Don't you feel unworthy of them?"
"What business is it of yours?" Zhang Ruochen said.
"Do you know that even a God Venerable doesn't have such blessings? Of course, I am jealous. The more I look at you, the angrier I get. Die!"
The Nine-Toothed Wolf God General was quite honest, speaking his mind. Then, he controlled the thousand-zhang divine wolf phantom, attacking Zhang Ruochen.
At the same time, his feet released a massive amount of lightning, transforming into a sea of electricity that enveloped Zhang Ruochen, layer by layer destroying the Eternal Return Unity Dao Domain.
As long as he broke through Zhang Ruochen's Dao Domain defense, killing him would be as easy as turning his hand.
"Bang!"
The thousand-zhang divine wolf phantom's claw struck the Mountain-Hiding Demon Mirror away, clashing with the palm seal Zhang Ruochen had formed. It sent Zhang Ruochen flying back over a hundred miles. Then, pressing the advantage, it struck out claw after claw.
The battle between Bore and Wujiang was even more intense. The divine power within their bodies was more than ten times that of the Nine-Toothed Wolf God General. Each clash sent divine power ripples spreading like mountain winds and tsunamis throughout the Scroll World.
"Ten Thousand Hands Life-Death Palm Seal."
Wujiang stood within the Nether Realm Nation, surrounded by white bone mountains, dark cities, and red rivers. Behind him, ten thousand palms flew out, transforming into ten thousand palm clouds in the sky, descending upon Bore.
Wujiang's physique was special—ten thousand hands and ten thousand eyes. This was the fundamental reason why the oldest existence of the Darkness Temple had taken him as a disciple.
"Nether River Flows Three Thousand Miles."
Bore was graceful and elegant, her long hair fluttering. With one hand holding the staff and the other forming finger seals, a winding Nether River condensed around her delicate body, spiraling upward with a "gurgling" sound of flowing water, surging toward the falling palm clouds.
The river stretched three thousand miles, and Death Nether Qi covered the entire Scroll World.
"Bang! Bang! Bang..."
The palm clouds shattered continuously, unable to land on Bore.
Wujiang's gaze was sharp. He spread his hands, and within the Nether Realm Nation, a dark city three hundred miles long rose into the air. Its walls were built of giant stones, planted with Yin banners, with the roars of thousands of undead spirits within the city.
He cultivated the "Nether Realm Scroll" and the "Nether Ancestor Scroll" from the eight volumes of the *Nether Book*.
Each volume was comparable to the heavenly merit and precious scriptures on the *Taiyi Divine Skill Ranking*.
The Nether Realm Nation was condensed through cultivating the "Nether Realm Scroll," possessing the power to resist the Gate of True Self. It was Wujiang's proudest means.
As the dark city pressed down, even Bore felt the pressure.
She planted the Staff of Fate into the ground and formed hand seals.
Instantly, the staff's radiance flared, growing larger and larger, propping up the descending dark city. It continuously absorbed the dark power into the staff, converting it into its own strength.
Then, Bore took out a green-brown round disk and struck it at Wujiang, who was suspended in midair.
This disk was called the "Fate Heavenly Disk," a fate treasure no weaker than the Staff of Fate.
The Fate Heavenly Disk grew with the wind, becoming ten zhang in size. It spun rapidly, distorting the space of the Scroll World, which was covered in formation inscriptions. The space sank inward, and cracks appeared.
If she were to use this move in the starry sky, the Fate Heavenly Disk would be enough to destroy a stretch of stars, shattering stars into fragments.
"She possesses so many Supreme Sacred Artifacts and secret treasures, enough to resist the Dark Formation Diagram. Truly difficult to deal with."
Wujiang exerted all his strength to mobilize the power of the Dark Formation Diagram, condensing a miniature black hole in front of him, blocking the attacking Fate Heavenly Disk.
"Withdraw!" he roared.
From the miniature black hole, strands of black formation inscriptions seeped out, entangling the Fate Heavenly Disk.
"As expected of a formation diagram refined by a Formation Divine Master, it can even suppress the Fate Heavenly Disk." Bore's expression shifted slightly. She was very decisive, stepping on the Nether River and wielding the Five-Colored Stone Sword, attacking the miniature black hole with her true body.
"Whoosh!"
The Five-Colored Stone Sword was a Supreme Sacred Artifact. Each slash was infinitely powerful.
Bore finally cut through the miniature black hole, retrieved the Fate Heavenly Disk, and attacked Wujiang again.
Wujiang retreated rapidly, mobilizing the power of the Dark Formation Diagram to neutralize the sword qi Bore slashed at him. He sneered, "Princess Bore is indeed the strongest Divine Maiden of this Eon from the Fate Divine Temple. I admire that. But why have you cast pearls before swine, choosing a Zhang Ruochen who is destined never to become a god?"
"You are not worthy to know the reason."
Behind Bore, the Gate of True Self hovered, resisting Wujiang's Nether Realm Nation and Dark Formation Diagram.
Wujiang continued, "I admit that even within the Dark Formation Diagram, suppressing you is an extremely difficult task. But Princess Bore, don't forget that Zhang Ruochen is also in the formation diagram. How long do you think he can hold out?"
Indeed.
Hearing this, Bore couldn't help but show a worried expression, looking toward Zhang Ruochen.
A false god like the Nine-Toothed Wolf God General undoubtedly possessed the combat power to kill an Eon-level genius. Now, Zhang Ruochen was not only suppressed by the power of the Dark Formation Diagram but also trapped within it, with limited space to escape or retreat. It was extremely dangerous.
"I must break through the Dark Formation Diagram as quickly as possible and escape from the Scroll World."
No sooner had this thought crossed Bore's mind than a highly dangerous perception came to her.
It turned out that Wujiang had deliberately spoken those words to distract her.
At this moment, Wujiang had raised the shadow of the Nether Ancestor, swallowing the qi of heaven and earth, exhaling dark light, as if the Nether Ancestor himself had descended. He struck with a world-shaking blow, sending Bore crashing to the ground.
Immediately after, a large number of formation inscriptions surged up from the ground, transforming into tendrils as fine as hair, entangling her legs and spreading to her entire body.
"Whoosh!"
Five-colored sword qi severed all the formation inscriptions, and Bore freed herself.
...
On the other side, Zhang Ruochen was indeed fighting a difficult battle. Suppressed by the thousand-zhang wolf god phantom, he was forced back step by step, unable to resist.
The Mountain-Hiding Demon Mirror, Diamond Moon Wheel, Red Son Sword, and Black Gold War Heaven Pillar—four Supreme Sacred Artifacts—flew around Zhang Ruochen, continuously flying out to clash head-on with the thousand-zhang wolf god phantom.
The Nine-Toothed Wolf God General laughed loudly, "So what if you are a Mortal World Myth? So what if you control several Supreme Sacred Artifacts? In the eyes of a god, those in the Saint Realm are always ants."
The Nine-Toothed Wolf God General's right hand transformed into a palm blade, drawing divine lightning, slashing straight down at Zhang Ruochen, breaking through the Eternal Return Unity Dao Domain.
Zhang Ruochen held the broad Abyssal Ancient Sword horizontally to block.
"Boom!"
The ground beneath Zhang Ruochen's feet, which was like black metal, shattered into a large area, sinking more than ten meters.
The Nine-Toothed Wolf God General's hand collided with the sharp edge of the Abyssal Ancient Sword but was not injured at all. Protected by divine qi and Rule Divine Patterns, it was as hard as divine iron.
The Nine-Toothed Wolf God General revealed a ferocious grin, his nine teeth sharp and his tongue bright red, as if he wanted to devour Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen's gaze was calm. From his Qi Sea, golden Rule Divine Patterns surged forth.
They were the Zangjin Rule Divine Patterns.
The Zangjin Rule Divine Patterns contained powerful death qi, rushing into Zhang Ruochen's arms. Instantly, his arms were covered with golden patterns, divine power surged, and his momentum was even stronger than the Nine-Toothed Wolf God General's.
"How can this be... I understand, it's the Zangjin White Tiger..." The Nine-Toothed Wolf God General's expression changed drastically.
"Whoosh!"
Zhang Ruochen's power surged. He dragged the Abyssal Ancient Sword and sent the Nine-Toothed Wolf God General flying backward.
The divine hand, covered in wolf fur, dripped bright red divine blood.
"Zangjin Sword Technique."
The Zangjin Rule Divine Patterns merged with the Sword Dao Rule Patterns, forming a brand-new sword technique.
Zhang Ruochen and the Abyssal Ancient Sword transformed into a beam of sword light, heavily striking the chest of the Nine-Toothed Wolf God General, who was still flying backward in midair.
"Pfft!"
The sword pierced the divine body.
The Nine-Toothed Wolf God General's body slammed heavily into the ground, then rushed out more than ten miles, plowing a furrow.
The furrow was filled with divine blood.
Zhang Ruochen stood with his sword, divine might surging around him, golden light flickering.
After exchanging paths with the Zangjin White Tiger, nearly sixty trillion Saint Dao Rules within his body were reduced by half. However, in exchange, he gained two trillion Zangjin Rule Divine Patterns.
It must be known that one Zangjin Rule Divine Pattern could unleash power equivalent to a hundred Saint Dao Rules.
In other words, although Zhang Ruochen now had only over three hundred thousand rules, his combat power could reach the level of over two hundred trillion Saint Dao Rules. He was in the Saint Realm, yet far surpassed it.
He had reached a combat power level that even Eon-level geniuses would look up to.
Moreover, he could continue to cultivate Saint Dao Rules, having even more room for growth.
The Nine-Toothed Wolf God General had a huge bloody hole in his chest. He struggled to get up from the ground, gritting his teeth and roaring, "I will never... lose to a Saint Realm cultivator... ao..."
The vitality of a god was strong.
The bloody hole in his chest healed rapidly.
"Even now, you still regard me as a Saint Realm cultivator. It seems that today, I must teach you what a Mortal World Myth truly is."
Zhang Ruochen did not want to delay any longer. He held the sword with both hands, and all the Zangjin Rule Divine Patterns and Sword Dao Rule Patterns spun around him. At the same time, the Eternal Return Unity Dao Domain re-manifested and contracted toward him.
Within the Dao Domain, time and space were chaotic, the Truth Realm Form appeared, and the Five Elements Chaos transformed into a Qi Sea.
And all of this was fused into one sword.