Chapter 2810: Each Has Their Choice
“Myriad forms turn to emptiness.”
“No path to reincarnation.”
“Yama Hell.”
…
Yan Wushen, at the peak of his fury, unleashed a torrent of wondrous techniques against Gui Si like splashing water.
Gui Si defended with his Divine Realm World, his divine radiance more dazzling than a star, capable of blinding a Great Saint’s eyes. Swinging all four arms, he wove countless Rune Divine Patterns into various forms—bells, cauldrons, corpses—to counter Yan Wushen.
Despite his hundred thousand years of cultivation, with divine qi as vast as an ocean, a divine body forged like ancient nether iron, and enough Rune Divine Patterns to construct a world, he was still forced back by Yan Wushen.
“How can his Saint Realm accumulation take so many shortcuts? He’s only cultivated for a thousand years and just became a god—why is he this strong?” The more Gui Si fought, the more alarmed he became. He had to go all out, summoning his Supreme Sacred Artifact, the Tianji Yunxiao Blade, which he had refined over a hundred thousand years into its current form, and slashed it at Yan Wushen.
An Upper-Level God wielding a Supreme Sacred Artifact amplified its power further. The Supreme power was sharper than divine force, more vast than divine qi, its blade edge capable of splitting space and cleaving chaos.
“The Death Heavenly Scripture!”
Yan Wushen unleashed an ancient tome from his hands, and countless netherworld script characters surged forth, enveloping the incoming Tianji Yunxiao Blade.
The tome spun, its pages sharper than divine blades, piercing through Gui Si’s Divine Realm World.
Following that, Yan Wushen mobilized his Origin Esoterica, drawing the dense Origin Rules of heaven and earth to converge on his right arm. He threw a heavy punch, striking Gui Si from a distance.
“Boom!”
Gui Si retreated twelve steps, each step sinking the ground and shaking space.
He only stopped when he reached the base of the Heavenly Gate.
Retrieving the Tianji Yunxiao Blade, Gui Si’s face was as cold as frost. “Just becoming a god, and you can already wield Esoterica.”
“Bang! Bang!”
Mohe Yan and Jiang Qing attacked together.
But in an instant, Yan Wushen sent them both flying back, their divine bodies shattered, their divine souls injured, barely able to stand.
Everyone’s gaze fixed on Yan Wushen’s massive form, their expressions heavy with fear. Was this the power of an Eon-level genius, just after becoming a god—able to suppress them all single-handedly?
Xue Tu stood with Yan Ting, shouting a reminder, “Brother Wushen, Gui Si’s Tianji Yunxiao Blade and Wujiang’s Anyu Tianluo are both treasures.”
As the two sides faced off, Jue Miao Channie’s withered figure rushed out from the world’s edge at breakneck speed.
Her body was like rotten wood, or a ten-thousand-year-old corpse. Wherever she stepped, the soil decayed in large patches. If this were the outside world, the land she touched would likely wither for ten thousand miles.
Jiang Qing’s face changed drastically as he rushed to meet her. “Channie Dianxia, what happened?”
“Follow me.”
Jue Miao Channie’s voice was hoarse as she turned into a shadow and dashed through the Heavenly Gate.
Jiang Qing, a Nether Hall False God fully loyal to Jue Miao Channie, immediately followed.
The others were startled by Jue Miao Channie’s appearance and looked at the ground corroded by her footprints, their faces turning grim and terrified.
Xue Tu laughed loudly. “This is a great terror! Even a Great God like Jue Miao Channie has met with misfortune. If you don’t flee now, do you think you’re stronger than her?”
Yan Ting shot him a cold glance. “And you can still laugh? Do you think you’re stronger than her?”
“Right, why am I still laughing?”
Xue Tu quickly wiped the smile off his face, recalling Jue Miao Channie’s terrifying state. He shuddered with anxiety. If not for Wujiang, Qu You Dashi, Gui Si, and Tianque Shenji guarding the Heavenly Gate, he would have fled with her.
“Zhang Ruochen is probably dead already. Jue Miao Channie fled so fast for a reason—maybe she stirred up some taboo.”
Gui Si and Tianque Shenji exchanged a glance, then decisively left the place.
Wujiang and Qu You Dashi also turned and departed.
“Wujiang, where do you think you’re going?”
Yan Wushen strode forward, charging after him.
Qu You Dashi turned, forming an arm with his spiritual power, and swung his sleeve at Yan Wushen. A storm of spiritual power transformed into hundreds of dragon shadows, roaring as they surged toward him.
Yan Wushen’s eyes sharpened, and he immediately unleashed the Divine King Talisman.
“Rumble!”
When the dragon shadows vanished and the spiritual storm dissipated, Wujiang and Qu You Dashi had already disappeared through the Heavenly Gate.
Yan Wushen took a few steps forward but stopped, turning back to the six Yama Clan gods. They were all afflicted with the Life-Death Curse and severely injured.
The most gravely wounded was reduced to just a head, unable to reform his body due to the curse.
Given the situation, he had no choice but to prioritize saving them.
“Sizzle.”
Yan Wushen raised his hands above his head, drawing the Origin power of heaven and earth. It converged into a rain of white light, falling upon the six gods.
Instantly, the wounds on their divine bodies healed rapidly.
Even the god reduced to a head gradually grew a new body. However, the new flesh was fragile, incomparable to their peak divine forms, and would require extensive nurturing to recover.
“Injuries are easy to heal, but the Life-Death Curse is hard to break.” Yan Wushen sighed inwardly.
Without breaking the curse, the six gods’ lives remained in Jue Miao Channie’s grasp.
Xue Tu, now a god, didn’t want to stay in the Abyss of Darkness any longer. “If we return to the Dark Abyss Yan Clan and have Wuqing Sect intervene, won’t Jue Miao Channie be forced to lift the curse?”
Yan Ting agreed. “Right! Young Venerable, our priority now is to take advantage of Jue Miao Channie’s weakened state to leave the Abyss of Darkness. Otherwise, once she recovers, she’ll kill us all to silence us.”
Yan Wushen remained silent, his gaze fixed on the direction Zhang Ruochen and Jue Miao Channie had gone. “You go. I must stay. Zhang Ruochen is our ally, and his fate is unknown—how can we abandon him?”
“Coming to the Abyss of Darkness was to find the old clan leader. Now, without finding him and losing troops, how can I face returning?”
At the Witch Hall, Chi Yao crawled out from the mud beneath a hill and regrouped with Xiao Hei, who had come to rescue her.
Yan Wushen took out the Divine King Talisman and handed it to Xue Tu, instructing, “Take care of the Yama Clan cultivators.”
Xue Tu accepted the talisman without hesitation. “When you see Senior Brother, tell him that I, Xue Tu, really wanted to come find him, but with this heavy responsibility, I simply couldn’t spare the time.”
“Young Venerable, I’m willing to stay and continue searching for the old clan leader with you,” said one Yama Clan god.
The other gods and Supreme Realm Great Saints echoed the sentiment.
Yan Wushen said, “You’re all afflicted with the Life-Death Curse. If you stay and encounter Jue Miao Channie, you’ll only be a burden. The Abyss of Darkness is more dangerous than I imagined. A Supreme Realm Great Saint staying is meaningless—don’t make unnecessary sacrifices. I’ve said my piece. If you recognize me as the Young Venerable, follow my orders.”
“Very well, Young Venerable… take care,” said the Yama Clan god who had spoken earlier.
Yan Ting hesitated, then walked over. “Young Venerable… no, cousin. The old clan leader may no longer be in this world. Have you considered that you might be more important than him? Perhaps in the future, you could become even stronger than him—that would be the greatest hope for the Dark Abyss Yan Clan.”
Hearing this, Yan Wushen’s unwavering heart wavered slightly.
But he quickly recovered and waved his hand decisively. “Go.”
Xue Tu pulled Yan Ting away. After passing through the Heavenly Gate, he said, “Yan Wushen is such a figure. With so many people watching, how could he take back his words? Even if he’s scared to death and wants to leave with us, he has to save face. No matter how much you persuade him, he won’t change his mind.”
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Wujiang hadn’t left the Ancient Desolate Ruins City. He stood beneath a three-hundred-meter-tall divine corpse.
The corpse’s flesh had long rotted away, leaving only a thick black carapace, like an ancient fortress.
“Such a formidable Yan Wushen. He just became a god—why is the gap between us so vast? I’ve already absorbed part of my father god’s divine soul and wield the Darkness Esoterica.” Wujiang’s heart was proud, and this defeat was too bitter. He was deeply unwilling.
He looked back, through the gaps in the divine corpse’s carapace, and saw Jue Miao Channie sitting cross-legged inside, her body withered like a husk, holding a cluster of Buddha light between her hands.
Though small, it was like an endless Buddha sea.
Within the Buddha sea floated a gate, with countless divine patterns interweaving inside it.
She drew strands of pure Buddha qi from the sea, absorbing them into her body to combat the powerful withering force.
Beside Jue Miao Channie lay a rusted iron bar. Seeing it, Wujiang’s eyes filled with envy and greed.
This was a Divine Artifact!
If he wielded this artifact, how could he have lost to Yan Wushen?
Qu You Dashi’s shadow drifted over, transmitting with spiritual power, “The Buddha light in Jue Miao Channie’s hands is the broken Divine Sea of Yunqing Ancient Buddha. Within that sea is the Three-Life Gate. If you can refine it, you could save hundreds of thousands of years of cultivation and reach the Great God realm within ten thousand years.”
Wujiang’s gaze darkened as he transmitted back, “Unfortunately, Jue Miao Channie won’t give me the broken Divine Sea and the Three-Life Gate.”
“A cultivator must seize opportunities when they come.”
Qu You Dashi continued, “Let me ask you, what is your relationship with Jue Miao Channie?”
“No relationship,” Wujiang said. “Of course, even if she were my closest kin, compared to the chance to reach the Great God realm in ten thousand years, it would be insignificant. Even kin can be killed.”
Qu You Dashi nodded. “If I’m not mistaken, Jue Miao Channie is suffering from the legendary Withering Death Art!”
“Withering Death Art?” Wujiang asked.
Qu You Dashi said, “You don’t need to ask further. Just know that she’s now completely immobilized, like withered wood. This is a once-in-a-millennium opportunity for us! I cultivate spiritual power, you cultivate martial arts—we each take what we need?”