Chapter 2761: Wuqing Sect and Mitian
In the void space, there was no matter, no sound, no light or darkness.
Wentong Great God flew rapidly through the void space, his speed as fast as a streak of light. Divine Qi transformed into a long river around his body, covering a hundred thousand miles with each step. His heart was filled with shock and fear.
How many years had it been since he had been this embarrassed, forced to flee for his life?
Yet, Wuqing Sect's Divine Realm World was boundless, like the shadow of death, always looming over him, impossible to escape. As long as he could not break free from the Divine Realm World, he could not send out a message, effectively remaining within Wuqing Sect's grasp.
Even during the great upheaval between the Heavenly Court and Hell ten thousand years ago, Wentong Great God had never felt such terror.
"Wuqing Sect, what exactly are you trying to do?" Wentong Great God roared, his gaze fierce.
"Killing you—do I need a reason?"
Wuqing Sect pursued from behind, his divine body colossal beyond measure. Countless rules and divine patterns interwove into the form of heaven and earth, wrapping around Wentong Great God, who was burning his lifespan to flee ahead.
Wherever his divine thought could reach, his Divine Realm World could extend.
"Don't push me too far. If we truly fight to the death, the outcome is still uncertain."
Wentong Great God's eyes turned vicious and blood-red, boundless rage burning in his heart. He strongly suspected that Yan Zhexian's appearance at the Wentong Divine Temple was orchestrated by Wuqing Sect.
Wuqing Sect wanted to provoke conflict between the Nether Hall and the Outer Heaven Yan Clan.
He, Wentong, had no enmity with Wuqing Sect, yet he had ended up with his family destroyed and his home ruined—how could he not be furious?
"Cloud's Law, Rain's Art."
As Wentong Great God flew at top speed, he shouted these words.
In the void space, which was originally empty, a cloud layer thirty thousand miles long suddenly appeared. Within the cloud, deathly Qi was dense, condensing into liquid raindrops.
The raindrops were like swords, densely flying toward Wuqing Sect behind him.
Wuqing Sect's speed did not slow even for an instant.
Those raindrops, capable of piercing through stars, exploded into mist upon landing on his body.
"Ancestor of the Nether Gods."
Within the thirty-thousand-mile cloud layer, the figure of the Nether Ancestor condensed, pitch-black and radiance-less, sacred and majestic, as tall as Wuqing Sect's divine body. It struck out a fierce punch.
This Nether Ancestor manifestation was summoned by Wentong Great God at the cost of ten thousand years of lifespan, using a forbidden art. The aura it unleashed even made a hint of seriousness appear on Wuqing Sect's face.
It truly possessed the might of the Nether Clan.
"The Nether Ancestor deserves respect, but unfortunately, your cultivation is insufficient. You cannot gather enough power to pose any threat to me."
Wuqing Sect unleashed the Yama Chaos World Seal. Countless ancestral characters emerged, like millions of stars suspended in the void space, striking the Nether Ancestor and shattering it into pieces.
One blow, and it was broken.
The thirty-thousand-mile cloud layer dissipated with it.
Wuqing Sect rushed out from the cloud but frowned.
He saw that Wentong Great God had already escaped from his Divine Realm World, standing on a purple Nether River.
Although he had broken free, Wentong Great God could not smile. The injuries he had suffered today were too severe, especially the consumption of his lifespan, which was irreparable.
He did not even know what he had done to provoke Wuqing Sect.
"Wuqing Sect, no matter what you are plotting, from the moment I, this Venerable, escaped your Divine Realm World, all your schemes will come to nothing."
Wentong Great God added, "I will remember today's enmity. One day, I will slaughter billions of your Yama Clan members to quell the hatred in my heart."
Wuqing Sect looked at him calmly, making no move.
"Rustle."
The Nether River tore through space, connecting the void and reality.
As long as he returned to the real world, the Nether Hall Lord would instantly sense his aura. Then, if Wuqing Sect continued to pursue, he would have to bear the Nether Hall Lord's wrath.
Until this moment, Wentong Great God finally laughed out loud.
He laughed because Wuqing Sect ultimately could not kill him. And from now on, he would become Wuqing Sect's nightmare, a disaster for the Yama Clan.
Making an enemy of a Great God would inevitably come at a terrible price.
But just as Wentong Great God was about to return to the real world, he looked up and saw a divine spear thrusting straight down. The spear contained unparalleled divine power, piercing through time and space.
"No..."
Wentong Great God gritted his teeth and roared, channeling all his strength to meet the attack.
"Boom."
The divine spear was unstoppable, piercing through his Divine Realm World and all his defenses.
His divine body exploded, turning into a cloud of blood mist.
The tip of the divine spear was embedded in his divine source, standing amidst the blood mist.
Every time the blood mist tried to recondense, the power erupting from the divine spear scattered it.
The divine body could not reform, and instead, the power of the void continuously eroded it.
From within the blood mist came Wentong Great God's terrified cries: "Mitian War God, all of this is Wuqing Sect's conspiracy. I have nothing to do with it. The scheme began the moment Yan Zhexian was sent to the Wentong Divine Temple."
Mitian War God stood atop the divine spear, arms crossed over his chest, his cape fluttering behind him. He paid no attention to Wentong Great God's voice, his tiger-like eyes locked in a gaze with the distant Wuqing Sect.
Wuqing Sect waved his sleeve, and boundless divine fire surged out, igniting Wentong Great God's blood mist.
In the void, a vast expanse of flame appeared.
Wentong Great God's curses rang out continuously, but Wuqing Sect and Mitian War God turned a deaf ear.
Their eyes were only on each other.
Only after Wentong Great God had been completely refined away, leaving only a divine source, did Wuqing Sect turn and leave, without uttering a single word from start to finish.
Mitian War God finally spoke, "Old Fifth, why did you kill Wentong? Was this turmoil really caused by you?"
Wuqing Sect did not turn around and was reluctant to explain. "Even if it was caused by me, so what? Does the War God wish to offer some guidance?"
"We are of the same clan. Why must it come to this?" Mitian War God said.
A hint of mockery appeared in Wuqing Sect's eyes, then turned cold again. "It's not that I want it to come to this. It's Yan Renhuan. Go back and tell him that as long as I am alive, I will investigate the events of that year thoroughly."
"The Heavenly Court and Hell are going to war again, and the storm in the universe is rising. The Yama Clan should not split." Mitian War God said.
Wuqing Sect said, "The war between heaven and earth, the struggle of life and death. Isn't that what Yan Renhuan wants?"
"The clan leader said that if you return, the position of the next clan leader will be yours." Mitian War God said.
"Different paths, no common goals."
Wuqing Sect waved his hand and gradually drifted away.
Mitian War God closed his eyes tightly, almost making a move, but ultimately restrained himself. The bond of growing up together prevented him from swinging his divine spear at Wuqing Sect.
Even the iron-blooded War God had moments of tenderness.
"The Nether Hall will not let this go easily."
Mitian War God shouted this from afar, then used his divine spear to shatter Wentong Great God's divine source. The cracked divine source turned into fireballs, burning away in the void space.
...
In the starry sky where the Nether Hall was located, stars shone brightly, with numerous Star Soul Divine Thrones distributed.
Suddenly, Wentong Great God's Star Soul Divine Throne went dark.
"A Great God has fallen. The entire clan mourns together."
All Nether Clan cultivators saw the change in the starry sky and fell to their knees, unable to believe that someone as powerful as Wentong Great God could have fallen.
The gods of the Nether Hall were all shaken, feeling at a loss.
It must be known that Wentong Great God did not die on the Starry Sky Battlefield fighting against the Heavenly Court Myriad Realms, but within Hell Realm.
The Nether Hall Lord, who was visiting the Daluo Divine Palace, sensed it. He cast his gaze out the window, looking into the infinitely distant starry sky, his eyes pausing for a single moment.
Luo Yan Great Emperor curled his lips, then became serious. "Accept my condolences! Even gods cannot escape life and death. It is unavoidable!"
The Nether Hall Lord recovered in an instant, shaking his head with a smile. "Those who can kill Wentong in all of Hell Realm are only a few. Who do you think it is?"
Luo Yan Great Emperor said, "Who knows? The Santu River conceals heavenly secrets, and the void space extinguishes all auras. Why not go to the Fate Divine Mountain and have the Heavenly Fate Department perform a divination? The fall of a Great God is no small matter."
The Nether Hall Lord stood up, straightened his robes, and said, "Indeed, the fall of a Great God cannot go unexplained. If there is no result, how can the Nether Hall continue to stand in Hell Realm? The murderer must die, and those related to the murderer must also die."
With these words, the Nether Hall Lord opened a void gate before him, his face full of anger, and stepped inside.
When the void gate closed, the Nether Hall Lord had already traveled tens of millions of miles away.
Luo Yan Great Emperor glanced at Heavenly Sound Divine Mother and smiled. "The Nether Hall wanted to kill someone, but instead lost a Great God. Who is to blame? Why is he so angry? Who is he showing his anger to? Does he think he can intimidate me, this Emperor?"
"But this matter is indeed strange. The god we sent to protect Zhang Ruochen could only contend with Wentong at best, not kill him." Heavenly Sound Divine Mother said.
Luo Yan Great Emperor put away his smile. "In your opinion, who killed Wentong?"
"Those who can kill Wentong must have cultivation that reaches the heavens and earth. But Wentong went to the Life-and-Death Boundary Star to kill Zhang Ruochen. To know who made the move, we only need to see where Zhang Ruochen appears next, and the answer will be clear." Heavenly Sound Divine Mother said.
Luo Yan Great Emperor fell into thought. "As the war begins, the situation has become turbulent and unpredictable. I wonder if that boy Zhang Ruochen can break the curse and step into the divine realm? For his sake, this storm has already stirred up enough, even causing a Great God to fall. I hope all of this is worth it and that he does not disappoint us. By the way, who is the god you sent to protect Zhang Ruochen?"
...
Wuchang Ghost City.
An old ghost in the form of an ape stood outside a temple built from piled bones, gazing at the sky. He saw Wentong Great God's Star Soul Divine Throne dim.
His title was Jinju Great God, a close friend of Wuqing Sect.
The Yin Boat was lent to Wen Zhu and Yan Ting by him.
"Wentong has fallen. This struggle is so intense? It seems I underestimated the weight of that junior Zhang Ruochen."
Jinju Great God realized he had become embroiled in a massive storm and immediately left Wuchang Ghost City.
At first, he thought Zhang Ruochen was just a Saint-level cultivator. Killing him would be no big deal, but could yield considerable rewards.
Only with Wentong Great God's fall was he jolted awake, realizing that Zhang Ruochen's ability to cultivate a First-Rank Sacred Intent and suffer the Dao-Cutting Curse was no accident. The waters behind it were unfathomably deep.
By the time Wuqing Sect arrived at the Jinju Divine Temple, the temple was already empty.
(Chapter End)