Chapter 2991: This Humble Daoist Cultivates Both Divine Power and Spiritual Power
"What a treacherous Daoist, actually possessing a Time Divine Talisman. Combined with the power of the Divine Toon Tree, the talisman's might has greatly increased, capable of eroding the lifespan of true gods."
Red Soul Monarch knew he had been tricked, his heart filled with unquenchable hatred and endless regret.
Over the years, he had fought ten thousand battles and experienced every kind of conspiracy and intrigue, yet today he had still stumbled.
Having reached the Upper-level God rank, one could use the Divine Realm World for defense, and both the divine soul and divine source were as solid as a rock. As long as the gap was not too great, one need not fear Spiritual Power gods.
Ordinary time power could hardly affect their lifespan.
But unfortunately, the environment beneath the Divine Toon Tree was special, increasing the power of the Time Divine Talisman several times over.
One of the Upper-level God mid-stage monarchs experienced a massive loss of lifespan. His skin wrinkled, his blood energy dried up, and his teeth began to fall out. He said angrily, "Sure enough, he looks righteous on the surface, but his heart is filthy."
"I have roamed the world all my life, and Heavenly Court cultivators tremble at the sight of me. Am I really going to die here? I refuse to accept this!" Another Upper-level God mid-stage monarch sighed deeply.
Even the Heavenly God Priest rapidly retreated, dodging the impact of the time power.
Even gods could not withstand the erosion of time, becoming old and decrepit. The Saint-level Death Clan soldiers were terrified and fled in all directions. Some, knowing they could not escape, cried out, "My life is over!"
Time Divine Talismans were extremely difficult to refine.
Zhang Ruochen's talisman was not perfect, which was why he needed to borrow the power of the Divine Toon Tree.
The talisman soon burned out, and the time power dissipated without spreading too far.
"The time power is gone!"
The monarch who had lost the most lifespan showed a joyful expression and was about to release his Rule Divine Patterns to attack the treacherous Daoist.
But a strong sense of weakness swept through his entire body.
Only then did he realize that his body was as thin as a stick, his battle robe hung loose and baggy, his hair had almost fallen out, and he had aged beyond recognition.
Although he was still an Upper-level God mid-stage due to the loss of blood energy and lifespan, his combat power had plummeted dramatically.
Unable to accept this result, he let out a piercing scream like a madman: "I will fight you to the death! I will devour your flesh, blood, and soul to make up for my lost lifespan!"
The Death Clan monarch charged forward, releasing billions of Rule Divine Patterns. Death Qi surged like a towering wave.
"You think you can? Today, this humble Daoist will slay you to intimidate the gods of Hell Realm!"
Zhang Ruochen's eyes were cold. He shot out three black feathers, controlling them with his spiritual power as they flew into the thick Death Qi.
The feathers were four feet long, with talisman runes flickering on them, flowing with light and color.
They were like three feather swords.
"Be careful, they are Talisman Weapons!"
Red Soul Monarch roared and charged forward with an ancient spear, his battle Qi surging.
"Swish, swish!"
The three feather swords cut through the thick Death Qi, pierced through the vast Divine Realm World spanning millions of miles, and clashed with the war weapon in the Death Clan monarch's hand.
"Bang! Bang!"
"Ah..."
The Death Clan monarch was already extremely weak. How could he withstand Zhang Ruochen's attack? Before Red Soul Monarch could arrive, he was cut into more than a dozen pieces by the three feather swords.
These three feather swords were refined from the feathers of the Heaven-Seizing Divine Emperor.
The talisman runes on them were drawn using the blood from the Old Corpse Ghost's body.
The Old Corpse Ghost's blood could be considered the blood of a Heavenly Venerable.
One could imagine how terrifying the power of the Talisman Weapons was.
The aura of the Heaven-Seizing Divine Emperor's feathers and the Old Corpse Ghost's blood had been completely refined away by Zhang Ruochen, so ordinary Great Gods would not be able to see through them.
Of course, if a top-tier Great God were present, Zhang Ruochen would never dare to use these three Talisman Weapons.
Red Soul Monarch's cultivation was formidable. Even though he had been severely injured by the Time Divine Talisman, his might was still unmatched. His Monarch Sacred Artifact, the ancient spear, knocked the three feather swords away.
One of the feather swords was shattered by him.
Red Soul Monarch was an Upper-level God Great Perfection, with profound cultivation. He roared, "I am here! Who can you kill?"
The Death Clan monarch, who had been cut into more than a dozen pieces, had his blood energy and Rule Divine Patterns merge, quickly reforming his divine body.
Zhang Ruochen was surprised. He narrowed his eyes and said, "You're still not dead?"
Red Soul Monarch secretly breathed a sigh of relief and asked the Death Clan monarch who had reformed his divine body, "How is it? Do you want to enter my Divine Realm World to recover?"
There was no response.
Red Soul Monarch looked closely and saw a scene that made his scalp tingle.
The Death Clan monarch's divine body was rotting in some places, oozing black pus. In other places, it was burning, like Radiant Divine Fire blooming.
"Crack!"
The divine body collapsed, turning into a cloud of powder.
How could he not be shocked?
How could he not be afraid?
A powerful Upper-level God, who had dominated a region for a hundred thousand years, had died on the spot just from being struck by a Talisman Weapon.
If it had been him who was struck, could he have survived?
Zhang Ruochen nodded with satisfaction. This was more like it.
The evil blood of the Old Corpse Ghost and the Radiant power of the Heaven-Seizing Divine Emperor, unleashed in the form of a talisman, would be too ridiculous if they couldn't kill an Upper-level God whose blood energy was depleted.
Being able to kill an Upper-level God gave Zhang Ruochen immense confidence. He thought to himself that he could refine more Talisman Weapons in the future.
He looked down and saw that the talisman runes on two of the feathers had dimmed, with some parts already damaged. The Talisman Weapons had lost their effect, so he put them away.
Even if they were useless, he couldn't let them fall into enemy hands.
In the distance, Luo Jinshu, who was desperately fighting against Source Heaven Monarch, shouted excitedly, "Good! Fellow Daoist, you killed him well!"
Seeing an Upper-level God monarch of Hell Realm fall, the Heavenly Beginning Civilization army stationed beneath the Divine Toon Tree swept away their previous despair and became fervent and excited, their morale soaring.
"Fight! Fight! Fight!"
"Hell Realm is not invincible! A god monarch has already fallen!"
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They shouted "Fight!" repeatedly, firmly remembering the figure of that Talisman Daoist.
Yue Tong Zhenjun saw hope. He abandoned the idea of conserving strength to break out alone and went all out. From his Divine Realm World, eleven rivers of divine Qi surged out, flying toward eleven formation towers.
"Celestial Fight Twelve Star Grand Formation, activate!"
Although one formation tower had been destroyed, as the remaining eleven towers emitted divine light, an ancient divine formation slowly began to operate.
Twelve planets appeared in twelve directions around the Divine Toon Tree, their massive bodies rotating endlessly.
This was an attack formation!
Luo Jinshu, who was clashing with Source Heaven Monarch, showed a dissatisfied expression. He thought to himself, "Only now does he start to fight desperately. Sure enough, in his heart, his own life is more important than anything else."
Logically, the Celestial Fight Twelve Star Grand Formation should have been activated long ago.
But without guessing, Luo Jinshu knew that Yue Tong Zhenjun was afraid that the formation would drain all the divine Qi from his body, completely losing his chance to break out.
When it came to a life-or-death crisis, he was even worse than an outsider.
Luo Jinshu didn't blame Yue Tong Zhenjun, after all, conserving strength in a life-or-death situation was human nature. But in his heart, he admired the unknown Daoist even more.
"What a formidable Daoist, actually killing an Upper-level God of the Death Clan." Feng Qi sighed after saying this and decisively flew toward Luo Jinshu to help him deal with Source Heaven Monarch.
He didn't dare to provoke figures like the Heavenly God Priest or Red Soul Monarch.
Not everyone was as powerful as Yellow Ox Daoist!
Red Soul Monarch was filled with fear. He gritted his teeth and said, "What kind of Talisman Weapon did you refine, Daoist? You are too evil!"
Zhang Ruochen spoke with an old-fashioned tone, "You Death Clan god dare to call this humble Daoist evil? Die!"
"Red Soul Monarch, leave him to me. You go and break the Celestial Fight Twelve Star Grand Formation immediately. This formation is no small matter." The Heavenly God Priest's voice rang out.
Zhang Ruochen's vision went dark, and all scenes disappeared.
"Is this... a Spiritual Power attack?" Zhang Ruochen muttered to himself.
The seawater beneath his feet turned as black as ink, and the sky above was covered with dark clouds.
Only the Heavenly God Priest floated in the void, emitting a faint glow. He said, "This is Death Thought Power! You have now been pulled into my Thought Power Domain!"
"Death Blade!"
A sickle-shaped blade condensed in front of the Heavenly God Priest, a thousand zhang long, filled with grim Death Qi, cutting through the void and slashing straight at Zhang Ruochen.
"Whoosh!"
The Death Thought Power was eerily unparalleled, severing divine souls and extinguishing divine thoughts. It was the greatest asset that allowed the Death Clan to become one of the Upper Three Clans of Hell Realm.
The successive ancient gods of the Death Clan, based on Death Thought Power, had created countless powerful divine arts, all with the power to kill gods.
Zhang Ruochen felt a strong sense of deadly crisis. His hair stood on end. He immediately drew a circle with both hands and chanted, "Taiji Central Primordial Qi! Primordial Qi undivided, chaos is one."
A Taiji Two Forms Diagram condensed above his head.
This was not formed from the rules of the ten thousand paths within his body, but a Dao Sect divine art, a concrete manifestation of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth.
In other words, this was the Taiji Two Forms of Heaven and Earth, not Zhang Ruochen's own Taiji Two Forms.
"Boom!"
The Taiji Two Forms Diagram rotated like a millstone, crushing the Death Blade and heavily striking the Heavenly God Priest.
The darkness was torn apart, and Zhang Ruochen reappeared on the sea surface beneath the Divine Toon Tree, his Daoist robe fluttering.
"Pfft!"
On the opposite side, the Heavenly God Priest's spirit was severely damaged. He spat out blood and looked at Zhang Ruochen with an incredulous expression. "You... you cultivate both divine power and spiritual power?"
Zhang Ruochen's aura was unmatched. He said proudly, "That's right. This humble Daoist cultivates both divine power and spiritual power. My Dao method has already entered the realm of the unity of heaven and man. With your level of achievement in Death Thought Power, how dare you contend with me?"
Sensing something, the Heavenly God Priest's expression changed. He looked toward the horizon.
Streams of divine light were rapidly flying toward the Divine Toon Tree.
Feng Xi's pleasant voice, like the tinkling of wind chimes, rang out: "Fellow Daoist Yellow Ox, Feng Xi and the gods of the Wind Clan have come to assist you!"
"I, Yu Taizhen, am here! Which Death Clan god dares to come and die?"
Yu Taizhen manifested the boundless Truth Realm Form of the universe, drawing in the Truth Rules of Heaven and Earth, transforming into a giant war god. He descended from the sky and stomped down on Source Heaven Monarch.
Source Heaven Monarch, who was an Upper-level God peak who had survived an Eon Calamity, was stomped down from the sky by Yu Taizhen's foot. Divine blood splattered, and he fell into the sea with a splash.
He had no power to fight back.
"Boom!"
The Formation Suppression Altar, which Luo Jinshu and Feng Qi had been unable to break for a long time, was stomped into pieces by Yu Taizhen's foot. The entire sea seemed about to collapse.