Chapter 2759: A Fierce God Ahead, a Malevolent Demon Behind
Xiao Hei and Wen Chu, having recondensed their divine bodies, both showed joy—truly a reprieve from the brink of death.
The thunderous mountain in the shape of a human head was the Xingtian Cauldron.
It was the head of Xingtian, the great god of the Kunlun Realm.
"Crackle!"
On the sea surface, streaks of lightning, a hundred times brighter than ordinary thunderbolts, transformed into dragons and serpents, rapidly spreading and striking toward Wentong Great God.
Wentong Great God's narrow eyes were filled with coldness.
Death Qi formed a great wall before him, blocking the lightning.
"Chi Xingtian! After refining you for a hundred thousand years, your spiritual will still hasn't been worn away. Good! Very good, let's see what waves you can stir up today!" Wentong Great God said in a deep voice.
"Boom."
The great wall of Death Qi shattered, and the lightning coalesced into a furious dragon that rolled across the sky and struck out with its claws.
From Wentong Great God's eyes, two divine beams flew out, shattering the furious dragon.
However, the one hundred and eight stone swords were enveloped by lightning, their blades surging with immense light and overwhelming demonic Qi, forming a sword array that slashed down toward Wentong Great God.
It was Chi Xingtian's head itself, personally controlling the stone swords and unleashing offensive power.
Having been refined for a hundred thousand years, the anger in his heart was hard to quell.
The thunderous mountain in the shape of a human head opened its mouth and let out a hoarse voice: "Fight to the death!"
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
...
The power of the stone swords far exceeded before.
The swords were not sharp, but they were heavier than stars.
Even an existence like Wentong Great God was forced back by the stone swords' strikes, his Divine Realm World shattering mile by mile.
Zhang Ruochen put away the Devouring Insect Swarm and quickly fled into the distance.
Xue Tu and Yan Ting followed closely behind.
This level of combat could annihilate the starry sky; with their Saint Realm cultivation, being too close meant mortal danger.
"Such a formidable Chi Xingtian! With only a head left, refined for a hundred thousand years, his combat power is still this terrifying." Wen Chu was moved and dared not linger here, transforming into divine light to chase after Zhang Ruochen and the other two.
Guyue Huanhuan looked at the thunderous mountain head suspended above, and the image of the guardian demon general from Luozu Cloud Mountain Realm surfaced in her mind. She thought to herself, "If the guardian demon general's head and body could be reunited, how powerful would his combat strength be?"
Bore's expression remained grave, seeing some clues. She said, "Wentong is indeed a top figure of the Nether Hall, with unfathomable cultivation. Let's go, leave this place immediately."
She and Xiao Hei stepped out with Divine Spirit Steps.
With one step, they traveled one hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred miles.
But they only took one step before being intercepted by a doppelganger of Wentong Great God.
Xiao Hei looked back, seeing through the void at the battlefield one hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred miles away, then at the Wentong Great God doppelganger before them. He said, "Good heavens, he can still project a doppelganger while fighting Chi Xingtian!"
The doppelganger sneered coldly: "If this were Chi Xingtian from a hundred thousand years ago, I might still need to be cautious. But just a head, refined for a hundred thousand years—how could it be my match?"
The doppelganger's hands struck out simultaneously, unleashing two divine abilities: White Moon Splitting Light and Red Sun Heavenly Furnace.
The sun and moon appeared together, one cold and one fierce.
In an instant, Xiao Hei and Bore were suppressed beneath the sun and moon, unable to move despite using all their strength, their divine power and Rule Divine Marks locked by a strange force.
Wen Chu and Guyue Huanhuan also fell victim to the Wentong Great God doppelganger's attack, unable to escape the Santu River.
...
Wentong Great God used his Divine Realm World to suppress the one hundred and eight stone swords.
His true body soared up and unleashed eighteen God-Locking Chains.
The God-Locking Chains stretched for hundreds of miles, thick as flood dragons, and landed on the eighteen locking positions of Chi Xingtian's head.
Wentong Great God grabbed the eighteen God-Locking Chains with one hand and sneered: "Chi Xingtian, I know you want to overturn heaven and earth, but you are already a caged beast, destined only to be a slave or servant."
"Roar!"
Chi Xingtian's head let out a long howl, and from his neck, a massive amount of lightning and divine Qi surged out, condensing into a gaseous body.
Soon, a hundred-thousand-foot-tall divine demon phantom took shape, grabbing the eighteen God-Locking Chains with both hands, trying to break free from the suppression. But Wentong Great God's cultivation was immensely powerful; his body stood motionless in the void, a cruel smile on his face.
"Take a good look at yourself now. You've been dead for a hundred thousand years. Just obediently become my battle tool!"
Wentong Great God released Death Nether Qi and spiritual power, activating the curse patterns engraved on Chi Xingtian's head.
The curse patterns were black, personally inscribed by the Nether Hall Hall Master, specifically used to suppress Chi Xingtian's divine soul will.
As the curse patterns emerged, Chi Xingtian seemed to endure immense pain, letting out mournful cries and screams that could be heard even from a hundred thousand miles away.
Also heard was Wentong Great God's laughter.
Xiao Hei, supporting a red blazing sun with both hands as if suppressed by a divine furnace, gritted his teeth and cursed: "Damn it! If this emperor hadn't been sealed by that old bald donkey Xumi for a hundred thousand years, how could he have such a chance to be arrogant?"
A pair of flame wings spread on Xiao Hei's back, their feathers breathing, devouring the divine flames from the red blazing sun above.
On the other side, Bore was pressed beneath a cold white moon.
Her gaze was steady, intending to use Tai Shang's formation patterns to break the current predicament.
"Ooh!"
A tiger's roar came from the southeast.
Bore looked over and saw the water turning golden.
On the horizon, Zhang Ruochen, riding a white tiger, rushed forward at full speed, holding the Abyssal Ancient Sword in his hand.
Zangjin Baihu lent its divine power to Zhang Ruochen.
"Whoosh."
A hundred miles away, Zhang Ruochen swung his sword, shattering the white cold moon pressing above Bore's head, sending scattered Rule Divine Marks flying chaotically.
Zangjin Baihu stepped on the water surface as if on flat ground, approaching from afar.
Zhang Ruochen, riding on its back, reached out an arm and grabbed Bore's wrist. Her tall and graceful figure flew through the air, landing behind Zhang Ruochen.
Seeing Zhang Ruochen and Bore disappear into the distance, Xiao Hei shouted: "What about this emperor!"
After a while, Zangjin Baihu came back.
On the tiger's back, besides Zhang Ruochen and Bore, there were also Guyue Huanhuan and Wen Chu.
Zhang Ruochen thrust his sword, piercing the red blazing sun pressing above Xiao Hei's head, helping him break free. Then, riding Zangjin Baihu, he turned into a golden light and rushed deep into the waters.
Wen Chu was worried, muttering: "We can't escape. Wentong won't give us a chance to flee."
"Even if we can't escape, we have to fight for it." Zhang Ruochen's power was completely fused with Zangjin Baihu's divine power, his skin glowing with golden light, his divine might and aura even stronger than Wen Chu and Bore's.
"Later, you all escape. I'll hold off Wentong." Wen Chu's eyes showed coldness.
Everyone couldn't help but look at him, knowing he intended to self-destruct his divine source, risking his life to fight.
Perhaps it couldn't kill a figure of Wentong Great God's level, but it was already their only option.
Everyone's mood grew heavy.
Ahead.
A wall of water rose up, connecting to the sky, blocking Zangjin Baihu's path.
Wentong Great God floated before the water wall, holding eighteen God-Locking Chains in his hand. At the other end of the chains, Chi Xingtian's head bled from all seven orifices, sometimes screaming, sometimes roaring, utterly miserable.
Zangjin Baihu's tiger eyes stared at Wentong Great God, golden Qi pillars shooting from its nostrils.
Wentong Great God said: "Zangjin Baihu, the Nether Hall intends to form an alliance with the Ancient God Nest. If you submit to me, in the future, I will become the Nether Hall Hall Master, and you will be the King of the Ancient God Nest."
The divine might of Wentong Great God pressed down on them like a hundred thousand mountains.
"If I don't submit, do you intend to kill me?" Zangjin Baihu's voice was deep.
Wentong Great God laughed: "Kill you, seize your divine source, and still be able to decipher many prehistoric secrets. So, think carefully before you answer. You only have one chance."
"No need to think. I won't submit to anyone. If you want to fight, I'll show you the power of prehistory."
The "Burial" character on Zangjin Baihu's brow intensified tenfold, and a layer of golden light surged from its body, pushing Zhang Ruochen, Bore, Xiao Hei, Wen Chu, and Guyue Huanhuan all flying backward.
Dense Burial Gold Rule Divine Marks spread from under its feet, instantly covering a hundred thousand miles.
That vast power made even Wentong Great God slightly moved.
But just as the Ultimate Burial Gold Qi spread out, the heaven and earth rules violently rebounded, condensing into destructive forces. Above Zangjin Baihu, a deathly dark cloud appeared, and heavenly might descended.
Wentong Great God looked up at the deathly dark cloud and laughed loudly: "With your cultivation, you can't kill me. But soon, you will be killed by heavenly might. This era cannot tolerate a prehistoric creature like you."
Zangjin Baihu's voice transmitted into Zhang Ruochen's ear: "Go quickly! When heavenly might descends, I will surely die. I can only hold on as long as I can. Go! Leave now!"
Facing Wentong Great God, even a true god was helpless.
Bore released divine Qi, wrapping around Zhang Ruochen, intending to forcibly take him away.
Zhang Ruochen's heart ached, his eyes glaring at Wentong Great God, deeply imprinting his image. Xiao Hei was even colder and angrier, more resentful than Zhang Ruochen.
From the northwest, a light suddenly appeared.
Accompanied by a series of clear, beautiful singing voices, as if someone were playing a zither or blowing a flute... the sounds of song, dance, pipes, and strings diluted the boundless killing intent on the water.
Everyone's gaze turned.
They saw a white paper boat sailing slowly.
The paper boat's shape was like a thousand-paper crane, translucent as jade, pure white and dustless.
On the boat stood a palace, lit with lights.
At the bow of the paper boat stood a seven-colored divine skeleton, three thousand feet tall, emitting colored glaze Buddha light. The colored glaze Buddha light dispelled the yin qi on the Santu River, turning heaven and earth into seven colors.
The paper boat seemed to be heading this way intentionally, or perhaps it was an ordinary ferry boat that had strayed here.
Zhang Ruochen squinted, seeing a familiar figure on the paper boat. It was the young woman in red he had met at the Divine Maiden Tower, who called herself Xiao Xiao. She had once represented her master in inviting Zhang Ruochen, but he had refused.
"White Paper Thousand Crane Boat, Colored Glaze Seven-Colored Lamp." Wen Chu muttered this, joy appearing in his eyes, then turning to worry.
The White Paper Thousand Crane Boat was the flower boat of Bai Huanghou, the leader of the Goddess Twelve Pavilions.
Bai Huanghou was definitely a more terrifying figure than Wentong Great God. Her arrival might not be a good thing; perhaps she too was after Zhang Ruochen's profound meaning and supreme sacred artifact.
Truly, a fierce god ahead, a malevolent demon behind.