Chapter 2905: The Choice of the Goddess Twelve Pavilions
"Swish, swish!"
Lan Jun’s two fingers on his right hand formed a sword finger.
Twelve jade swords flew back from the cosmic space, circling his body as they evolved into thousands upon thousands of sword qi.
He said, "Although the Buddha Relic grants you formidable defensive power, it is, after all, just a single relic—still capable of being broken through."
"So it’s a set of Primordial-level Supreme Sacred Artifact war swords. No wonder the power is so immense. But to break through the defense of the Buddha Relic, I’m afraid it’s not enough," Zhang Ruochen said.
Lan Jun smirked sinisterly. "You underestimate the combat power of an Upper-level God. Compared to a Mid-level God, it’s a difference between heaven and earth. Huh…"
This star region turned pitch-black and boundless.
Darkness rules surged wildly between heaven and earth.
Lan Jun’s vision was obstructed, his perception diminished, and he suddenly realized that Zhang Ruochen’s figure had vanished.
Yan Yu’s two halves of his divine body merged, forming a thousand-zhang-tall deity, holding up the "Dark Heavenly Mechanism Umbrella," which shrouded this star region. Using the power of darkness, he sealed off Lan Jun’s perception.
Zhang Ruochen retreated, arriving beside Yan Yu, and struck out with the Soul-Stealing Bells.
"Ding, ding!"
The twelve Soul-Stealing Bells danced within the Dark Heavenly Mechanism Umbrella, their sounds surging from all directions, disrupting Lan Jun’s divine soul.
In the darkness, Lan Jun let out a piercing, long laugh. "The Yama Clan’s Dark Heavenly Mechanism Umbrella is somewhat interesting, but it’s still not enough to trap this god. Break for me!"
Twelve dazzling sword lights tore through the darkness.
Lan Jun flew out from the center of the twelve sword lights, countless rules and divine patterns surging outward from his body, merging with the twelve jade swords. He raised his hands above his head, his ten fingers clasped together.
"Sword Dominates the World."
The twelve jade swords combined into one, transforming into a ten-thousand-zhang-long supreme war weapon.
As Lan Jun swung his arms down, the ten-thousand-zhang jade sword slashed straight toward Yan Yu and Zhang Ruochen, splitting the thick nebula apart.
"Lan Jun’s cultivation has broken through to the peak of Upper-level God—we cannot contend with him. Flee!"
Seeing the situation was hopeless, Yan Yu acted decisively, immediately burning his divine blood, unleashing his ultimate speed, smashing through space, and charging into the Void World.
In the distance, Blood Butcher, who had transformed into a bat the size of a palm, immediately spread his wings and fled far away, muttering to himself, "This Lan Jun is ridiculously strong. Good thing this emperor was rational enough not to show off."
Yan Yu, who had charged into the Void World, realized that Zhang Ruochen hadn’t followed, and his expression changed. He looked back.
He saw Zhang Ruochen still standing in the nebula, facing the descending ten-thousand-zhang jade sword.
Lan Jun’s divine power was overwhelming, sending the twelve Soul-Stealing Bells flying. The sword’s momentum was unstoppable, and even Yan Yu, who had already fled into the Void World, felt immense pressure, as if he were about to be killed from a distance.
"It’s over. Senior Brother must have been locked onto by Lan Jun, so he can’t escape."
Blood Butcher sighed as he fled, once again admiring his own cleverness.
"Boom!"
Two powerful divine forces collided.
The resulting shockwave tore through layers of space, catching up to the fleeing Blood Butcher, knocking him back to his original form as he tumbled in the divine qi tide.
By the time Blood Butcher stabilized himself and looked toward the center of the divine power fluctuation, he saw a graceful, exquisite silver-haired dragon maiden standing before Zhang Ruochen. The dragon maiden swung a golden staff, clashing with the jade sword Lan Jun had struck.
The two divine forces were locked in a stalemate.
Blood Butcher’s eyes went wide. Where had this expert come from? Another peak Upper-level God?
"Whoosh!"
The silver-haired dragon maiden, like a young maiden, radiated dazzling white light, pure and beautiful to the extreme. With a wave of her hand, she sent the jade sword flying backward.
Barefoot, her snow-white feet glowing, she soared into the air, her delicate body spinning as she struck a second time.
The golden staff transformed into a ten-thousand-zhang mountain peak, pressing down toward Lan Jun’s head.
Lan Jun, clearly caught off guard by the dragon maiden’s sudden appearance, found her divine power so formidable that even he found it troublesome. He quickly channeled all his power into the jade sword to meet the descending golden mountain.
The power unleashed by the silver-haired dragon maiden exceeded Lan Jun’s expectations.
The moment they clashed, the sword qi was shattered, and a tidal wave of force surged into Lan Jun’s Divine Realm World, heading straight for his divine body.
"Boom!"
A corner of Lan Jun’s Divine Realm World was shattered, and his body was jolted, causing pain in his internal organs.
"So it’s a divine corpse!"
Lan Jun saw through the trick, his gaze bypassing Yu Longxian and landing on Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen held the Ten-Thousand-Curse Heavenly Bead in his hand, casting the Military Dao Nether Curse Art, establishing countless connections with Yu Longxian. It was like a master controlling a marionette.
No wonder the Eon-level genius was a proud son of heaven. Even with his martial arts crippled, he could still rise quickly. With this one move, he could still dominate the top spot among his contemporaries. Even the astonishingly talented Yan Wushen probably didn’t have the strength to contend with a peak Upper-level God.
"Whoosh!"
The Ten-Thousand-Curse Heavenly Bead in Zhang Ruochen’s hand blazed with light.
Yu Longxian raised her head, transforming into a streak of white divine light as she attacked Lan Jun.
"Senior Brother, I, Blood Butcher, am here! No matter how dangerous, we fight side by side."
Blood Butcher’s divine body expanded to ten thousand li, and a sea of blood spread beneath him, crashing into Lan Jun’s Divine Realm World. His battle intent surged as he summoned scorching divine fire, turning it into a river of flames and launching an attack.
Yan Yu held the Dark Heavenly Mechanism Umbrella, his gaze shifting between Zhang Ruochen and Yu Longxian, a thoughtful expression on his face as he murmured, "The Military Dao Nether Curse Art from the ‘Nether Soldier Scroll’?"
Lan Jun was forced back repeatedly by Yu Longxian, sections of his Divine Realm World shattering one after another.
He was a peak Upper-level God. Yet a junior whose martial arts were completely crippled, controlling a divine corpse, could suppress him. The humiliation was unbearable.
"I can’t let this continue. If Hai Shangming Palace and Mi Lianshan catch up, I’ll be trapped in a desperate situation."
Lan Jun used a divine ability, clashed with Yu Longxian once, and then immediately flew into the nebula.
"Lan Jun, you cowardly rat, where do you think you’re going? Dare to fight this emperor one-on-one?"
Hearing Blood Butcher’s arrogant voice from behind, Lan Jun nearly spat blood. It was infuriating. If not for his fear of Hai Shangming Palace and Mi Lianshan, he would have turned back and slapped Blood Butcher to death.
"Senior Brother, let’s chase him!" Blood Butcher said.
After Zhang Ruochen and Yu Longxian flew out, Blood Butcher spread his blood wings and charged after them, roaring, "Today, none of the Heavenly Court’s gods will escape! This emperor eagerly looks forward to tasting the divine blood of an Upper-level God. Fight!"
The Heavenly Court’s gods didn’t manage to escape.
The strongest among them, Mo Yu, had just rushed out of the Camel Nebula when he fell into a divine formation.
Controlling the formation were Bai Qinger and the four pavilion masters of the Goddess Twelve Pavilions.
Each of the four pavilion masters held a formation tower, its formation inscriptions connected to space, covering three thousand li of territory.
At the center of the divine formation was a white lake, with Bai Qinger standing in the water, the Earth Demon Sparrow flying above her head.
Not far away in the starry sky, the four pavilion masters’ Star Soul Divine Thrones—a total of twenty-three Throne Planets—released vast amounts of divine qi, continuously channeling it into the formation.
Mo Yu tried to break the formation but failed. He said, "Are you, the Goddess Twelve Pavilions, so bold as to oppose the Heavenly Court?"
Bai Qinger, wearing a veil, was clear and beautiful. She said, "The Goddess Twelve Pavilions has no intention of opposing the Heavenly Court. I only ask that you release Gu Ya. If you do, Qing’er will immediately dissolve the formation and let you leave."
"Do you think the Goddess Twelve Pavilions can avoid offending both sides? The fall of the Colorful Garment God on Xinghuantian has already sealed your fate—you will pay the price." Mo Yu was firm, with no thought of compromise.
"Is that so? Then it seems the Goddess Twelve Pavilions has no choice but to stand fully on the side of the Hell Realm."
Bai Qinger’s voice was soft and sweet. She waved her hand lightly, and the formation’s configuration changed drastically.
From a trapping formation, it transformed into an attack formation.
It must be noted that although Bai Qinger’s martial arts cultivation was profound, her master was a Spiritual Power supreme. Her Spiritual Power was far superior to other Mid-level Gods.
Her expertise in formations was particularly outstanding.
Even though Mo Yu was an Upper-level God, he was severely suppressed by the divine formation, making it impossible for him to break free anytime soon.
Yan God, Jia Linnan, and Kailan Feili did not fall into the formation. They stood in the starry sky, each using divine abilities to attack from the outside. But as Mid-level Gods, their divine power couldn’t damage the formation.
Just then, they saw Lan Jun fly out of the nebula.
Jia Linnan was overjoyed. "You’ve finally caught up! Did you deal with Zhang Ruochen and the others?"
Yan God said, "Senior Lan Jun, please break the Goddess Twelve Pavilions’ divine formation first and rescue Senior Mo Yu."
Although Yan God had cultivated for forty thousand years, before Lan Jun and Mo Yu, he was still a junior—both in cultivation and age.
Seeing Lan Jun, the four pavilion masters of the Goddess Twelve Pavilions all changed expression.
Lan Jun was a terrifying existence. If he coordinated with Mo Yu from inside and outside, the divine formation they had set up would likely be broken in an instant. Then they would have to endure the wrath of two Upper-level Gods.
Lan Jun seemed not to hear what Yan God was saying. He looked nervously behind him.
From the nebula, Zhang Ruochen’s voice rang out: "Lan Jun can’t even save himself—how could he have the strength to help you?"
"Whoosh!"
Zhang Ruochen emerged from the nebula like a speck of light.
Yu Longxian flew beside Zhang Ruochen, her colorful robes fluttering, her silver hair cascading like a waterfall. She swung the Black Gold War Heaven Pillar, sweeping it toward the Heavenly Court gods hundreds of miles away.
Lan Jun didn’t dare to clash head-on with Yu Longxian. He used a divine ability and evasive technique to dodge.
But Yan God, Jia Linnan, and Kailan Feili weren’t so lucky. Hit by the Black Gold War Heaven Pillar, they flew like three leaves.
All three gods spat large amounts of blood. Not only were their physical bodies injured, but their divine souls felt as if they were about to shatter.
"Jia Linnan, this emperor challenges you to a duel!"
Blood Butcher’s massive divine body flew out of the nebula, swinging a thousand-li-long blood-colored divine hand down at Jia Linnan. The palm lines were like mountain ridges, the fingers like heavenly pillars.
Jia Linnan didn’t take Blood Butcher seriously at all. He struck out with his Supreme Sacred Artifact war sword to meet the blood-colored hand.
"Boom!"
Jia Linnan had first had a large amount of his divine blood drained by Blood Butcher, then been severely injured by Yu Longxian’s blow. So he couldn’t block this attack. Blood Butcher’s palm sent him plummeting over three hundred li, his divine robes tattered.
"How infuriating! This lord, a god of the Order Palace of the Radiant Divine Temple, is being bullied by a dog in my moment of weakness." Jia Linnan’s mouth was full of blood, but his eyes burned with defiance.
"Bullied by a dog? Who are you calling a dog? Is this emperor not strong enough?"
Blood Butcher was enraged. His body ignited, and he spewed scorching divine fire from his mouth, instantly setting the entire starry sky ablaze, turning it into a sea of flames.
"The divine corpse is controlled by Zhang Ruochen! This lord will hold off the corpse—you go kill Zhang Ruochen." Lan Jun sent a telepathic message to Yan God and Kailan Feili, then took the initiative to attack Yu Longxian.
Kailan Feili suppressed his injuries, drew his bow, and nocked an arrow. Billions of rules and divine patterns flowed around him, forming a ring of seven-colored divine light.
"Twang!"
The bowstring sounded, and the starry sky trembled.
The seven-colored divine arrow trailed a tail over ten li long as it flew toward Zhang Ruochen.