Chapter 2765: Such Mighty Power
The four false gods of the Nether Hall were all filled with suspicion, their will wavering.
After all, this matter was indeed strange.
Clearly, Zhang Ruochen possessed countless treasures, so why didn't Wujiang True God and the Absolute Zen Nun take action themselves?
Kongzhi uttered a Buddhist chant, purifying the distracting thoughts from the other three false gods, and said, "Do not let Zhang Ruochen's few words disturb your state of mind. We have no retreat. If we think of fleeing, we will only all die by his hand."
Lan Gu's gaze turned resolute once more. "Fight! Do not listen to Zhang Ruochen's words. He is trying to break our will."
Zhang Ruochen gently shook his head and pointed a finger at the back of the Mountain-Hiding Demon Mirror.
"Boom!"
It was like a bronze bell being struck.
Ripples like water rings appeared on the mirror's surface. The icy crystal light rain that had been absorbed earlier surged back out at an even faster speed, crashing toward Lan Gu.
With the support of the Supreme Sacred Artifact, the power of the icy crystal light rain greatly increased.
"Pfft!"
"Pfft!"
...
One after another, the icy crystal light rain pierced through Lan Gu's defenses, striking his divine body and leaving transparent holes.
Pity the false god, lacking a divine realm world, whose defenses were far inferior to those of a true god.
"North Pole Sword!"
Above Bei Yu's head, a dazzling war sword appeared, radiant with divine light and crisscrossed with sword energy.
"Whoosh!"
The war sword flew toward Zhang Ruochen at an unparalleled speed.
Zhang Ruochen's sword dao was so profound—how could he fear her?
As the war sword flew in, Zhang Ruochen swung his Abyssal Ancient Sword, but not to clash head-on. Instead, his sword entangled the sword.
The Abyssal Ancient Sword traced circles along the edge of the incoming war sword, shaving off all its power.
Bei Yu sensed her war sword's power weakening and its connection to her becoming faint. Her expression changed, and she quickly executed a swift movement technique, chasing after it and grabbing the sword hilt.
"You have entered my dao domain," Zhang Ruochen said.
Instantly, Bei Yu felt the space beneath her feet collapse, and her body uncontrollably fell downward. Just as she tried to soar upward, she felt a powerful spatial pulling force from above.
At the same time, Zhang Ruochen's sword came slashing down from above.
Bei Yu's divine qi surged within her, and a burst of divine light shot from her palm, illuminating a thousand miles. Yet, she found that Zhang Ruochen's sword was coming from the right.
She hurriedly dodged.
"Pfft!"
Pain shot through her waist as a large amount of divine blood splattered out.
Although she avoided being cut in half, the sword energy from the Abyssal Ancient Sword still invaded her body. The energy contained numerous time imprints, cutting away a significant portion of her lifespan.
Fighting an opponent like Zhang Ruochen, Bei Yu found it extremely uncomfortable.
The chaotic space made it difficult for her to lock onto her target.
The strange time power meant that even a slight misstep would result in injury.
"Boom!"
The Dwarf Dragon Star, attacking from another direction, was repelled by Zhang Ruochen's Diamond Moon Wheel.
Lan Gu and Bei Yu healed their injuries and surrounded him again, each using their own methods to attack Zhang Ruochen in rapid succession. This time, their coordination was flawless, and for a moment, Zhang Ruochen could not drive them back.
Although Zhang Ruochen was fighting three false gods alone, he still appeared at ease, his spiritual power entirely focused on Kongzhi.
"Whoosh!"
Kongzhi descended from the sky, diving headfirst toward Zhang Ruochen, one palm pressing down.
The battlefield where Zhang Ruochen, Lan Gu, Bei Yu, and the Dwarf Dragon Star stood sank for hundreds of miles, forming a five-finger imprint. The area covered by the imprint was completely enveloped in Buddhist light.
Lan Gu, Bei Yu, and the Dwarf Dragon Star quickly retreated.
Zhang Ruochen felt as if a Buddhist mountain were pressing down on him, and the pressure grew stronger. The ground beneath his feet was covered with divine patterns, making it impossible to escape through the earth. He looked up and said, "A Nether Clan member, not cultivating curses but practicing Buddhism—you are completely defiling the Dharma."
Zhang Ruochen spread his feet outward and held his hands as if embracing something.
"Whoosh!"
In an instant, a Taiji Yin-Yang imprint appeared above his head.
"It's useless. In the Abyss of Darkness, yin-yang and the five elements can do little," came Lan Gu's voice from afar, tinged with mockery.
"Who said it's yin-yang and the five elements? It's Wuji."
Zhang Ruochen naturally only said this silently in his heart.
Just as Kongzhi's palm, capable of killing a low-tier false god, was about to land on Zhang Ruochen, Zhang Ruochen raised his right hand toward the sky.
A small human hand against the world-destroying golden hand descending from the sky.
The dark qi of heaven and earth continuously converged toward Zhang Ruochen.
The two palms clashed.
Zhang Ruochen had completely transformed into a form of a dark light sphere, locked in a stalemate with the golden hand spanning hundreds of miles, evenly matched.
"How is this possible? In the Abyss of Darkness, how can Zhang Ruochen still use his profound meaning and mobilize the rules of heaven and earth for his own use?" the Dwarf Dragon Star nearly roared.
Lan Gu said, "He didn't mobilize the rules, just the dark qi."
"Is Zhang Ruochen's path of darkness so advanced that, at the Great Saint realm, he can mobilize this much dark qi? Could he possibly be a dark controller?" Bei Yu found it hard to understand.
How could they know that Zhang Ruochen's Wuji Sacred Intent stood on equal footing with the Heavenly Dao, allowing him to mobilize all the power in the world?
The dark power of the Abyss of Darkness could suppress the original profound meaning, but not the Wuji Sacred Intent.
Because darkness itself was within Wuji.
Within Wuji, everything exists.
"Roar!"
"Growl!"
"Howl!"
...
The sounds of countless strange beasts roaring came from all directions.
And they were getting closer.
Lan Gu, Bei Yu, and the Dwarf Dragon Star's expressions changed, realizing that a large number of strange beasts were surging in. They exchanged glances, each activating their strongest war weapons, stimulating the inscriptions within, and attacked the dark light sphere pressed under the world-destroying golden hand.
A sword, a star ring, and a bone tablet.
Zhang Ruochen let out a long roar, and a large number of spatial cracks appeared around him. Using spatial means, he forcefully broke free from Kongzhi's suppression and, before the three war weapons struck him, escaped from beneath the golden hand.
"Boom!"
The golden hand, spanning hundreds of miles, slammed heavily into the ground.
The dark space continent, nearly twenty thousand miles long, cracked extensively. The cracks widened, centered on the palm-shaped pit, splitting the continent into dozens of landmasses that flew in different directions.
The strange beasts rushing toward this place suffered countless casualties, wailing endlessly.
Breaking space in the Abyss of Darkness was extremely difficult, something even false gods could not do. Naturally, Zhang Ruochen paid a price for it, with a trace of blood appearing at the corner of his mouth.
Seeing Zhang Ruochen injured, the four false gods of the Nether Hall regained confidence. Ignoring the large number of strange beasts approaching, they only wanted to seize this opportunity to kill Zhang Ruochen.
Since the true gods of the Nether Hall were using them to die, if they killed Zhang Ruochen and obtained great benefits, they could simply flee far away.
With profound meaning and a Supreme Sacred Artifact, where in the world could they not go?
Perhaps they could even use the massive amount of profound meaning to make a breakthrough in spiritual power, using it to survive the Eon Calamity.
Such were the plans in their hearts.
From all directions, the eyes of countless strange beasts appeared, all fierce and vicious.
But they were clearly also wary of Zhang Ruochen and the four false gods, temporarily not daring to approach, as if waiting for something.
Zhang Ruochen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand, licked it, and swallowed it back into his stomach.
His blood contained the White Cang Blood Soil, so he could not let it spill carelessly.
"It seems the true gods of the Nether Hall really haven't come," Zhang Ruochen said.
"Haven't you realized yet? No true god needs to act; we can kill you," Bei Yu said.
Zhang Ruochen frowned. "Women talk too much."
"You..."
Bei Yu controlled the war sword suspended above Zhang Ruochen's head and slashed down.
Zhang Ruochen pushed his palm forward, and spatial fluctuations appeared at its center.
At the center of the spatial fluctuations, a six-zhang-tall fragment of a stele flew out, colliding with the war sword, which was a Seven-Yuan Monarch Sacred Artifact. In an instant, the war sword's light dimmed, and its power dissipated.
Even the inscriptions within the sword body faded and then disappeared.
"Boom!"
The war sword shattered, turning into scrap metal.
"My sword!" Bei Yu felt as if she wanted to vomit blood, but she was even more horrified by the power of that stele fragment.
It must be known that even a Supreme Sacred Artifact could not shatter a Seven-Yuan Monarch Sacred Artifact with a single touch. That could only happen if the difference in cultivation between the two combatants was enormous.
Zhang Ruochen soared into the air, landing on the stele fragment, his long hair flying without wind.
All the power in his body surged from his feet, pouring entirely into the stele.
"Whoosh—"
On the stele fragment, ancient divine script characters emerged with different glows, emitting a strange aura that seemed to make the entire world stand still.
Seeing the light radiating from the stele fragment beneath Zhang Ruochen's feet, the four false gods of the Nether Hall all felt as if ten thousand arrows were piercing their hearts.
Kongzhi's expression changed drastically, and he exclaimed, "The God-Defying Stele! How can it be the God-Defying Stele? How is the God-Defying Stele still in the world? Wasn't it destroyed? Are you from the God-Defying Clan?"
Beneath Zhang Ruochen's feet was the God-Defying Stele.
All along, Zhang Ruochen had feared that powerful gods would covet it, bringing him deadly disaster, so he dared not use the God-Defying Stele.
In the Abyss of Darkness, there was naturally no need to worry.
Zhang Ruochen showed a surprised expression. "You know about the God-Defying Stele? What God-Defying Clan?"
The other three false gods all looked confused.
But Kongzhi was extremely decisive. He grabbed the Buddhist beads hanging around his neck and broke them—a total of one hundred and eight beads, each imprinted with a Buddha head. All the beads shot toward Zhang Ruochen.
Each bead was forged from the star core of a planet.
After launching the beads, Kongzhi turned and fled.
Zhang Ruochen drove the God-Defying Stele to meet the one hundred and eight beads. Instantly, an explosion like divine thunder rang out, and all the beads burst into powder.
Bei Yu, Lan Gu, and the Dwarf Dragon Star did not know how terrifying the God-Defying Stele was, so their reaction speed was far slower than Kongzhi's.
Seeing Zhang Ruochen flying toward them at incredible speed, they knew they could not escape.
The three false gods decided not to flee. Instead, they mobilized all their divine patterns and rules, unleashing their strongest divine abilities, and attacked Zhang Ruochen simultaneously.
If this single strike could drive Zhang Ruochen back, they could buy time to escape.
Zhang Ruochen did not dodge or evade. He poured all his power into the God-Defying Stele. Three characters appeared on the stele, and three streams of power surged out, shattering the divine abilities unleashed by the three false gods.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The three characters imprinted themselves on the three false gods, and their divine bodies exploded into blood mist and bone powder, even their divine sources shattering.
After killing the three gods, Zhang Ruochen did not slow down and pursued Kongzhi.