# Chapter 4019: Blood Stains White Clothes Valley
As a rare ninth-level planet located in such a critical starry position, the Life and Death Boundary Star naturally concealed many top-tier powerhouses.
Powerful divine energy fluctuations startled them all out of hiding.
Inside the dilapidated temple hall, filled with withered branches, fallen leaves, broken stones, and weeds.
In the hall, a stone statue wrapped in cobwebs came to life, opened its eyes, and walked into the courtyard, gazing up at the five-colored nebula in the sky and the hundred formation flags that shook one's heart.
His expression was calm, undisturbed like still waters.
Across the planet, one ancient god after another emerged from seclusion, gathering beside the stone man.
This stone man had once been equally famous as Shi Tian, but had sat here in stillness for hundreds of thousands of years, long forgotten by the cultivators of the Hell Realm.
"We pay respects to Emperor Dust for protecting the Life and Death Boundary Star."
The stone man was the first to bow.
The ancient gods in the dilapidated temple hall followed suit, kowtowing toward the starry sky.
Zhang Ruochen, emerging from the different-time-space battlefield, glanced at the Life and Death Boundary Star, his gaze settling on the stone man.
He had long heard that an extremely terrifying powerhouse resided on the Life and Death Boundary Star, but had never been able to detect their aura.
Seeing it today, he discovered that the other party's cultivation had actually reached the Heavenly Venerable level, far exceeding his estimation.
Similar reclusive existences like this stone man and Meng Naihe likely still existed in the universe.
In this vast and magnificent age, who could fully unravel all its secrets?
"The Hell Realm is currently in a state of heaven-shattering upheaval. You all should head to the storm's center and jointly defend the Abyss of Darkness defense line."
Zhang Ruochen knew well how strong the autonomous will of a Heavenly Venerable-level powerhouse was, so he only mentioned this much.
Whether to go or not was their choice.
The hundred formation flags were soon suppressed, transforming into a scroll painting.
Zhang Ruochen took the scroll into his hand, then drew a space teleportation gate, leading six Indestructible Infinite-level powerhouses to rush toward the Abyss of Darkness defense line.
Although not a cultivator of the Hell Realm, Zhang Ruochen could not, under any circumstances, watch the defense line be breached and the Hell Realm and Primordial Beings fall into chaos.
Zhang Ruochen agreed with Yan Wushen's idea of "surviving amidst chaos," but he did not wish for such chaos to fully affect the bottom-level beings.
At this stage, the war was still at the star-domain level. If it reached the cosmic level, the destroyed great worlds would number not in the dozens, but in the hundreds or thousands. The destroyed life-bearing planets would number in the tens of thousands.
Like the chaotic ancient times, nine out of ten realms would be destroyed, and the universe would wither.
Only the Immortals delighted in this, staying behind the scenes, greedily devouring all living beings.
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Outside the entrance to the Abyss of Darkness, "Overlord Ridge" and "Radiant Flame River" formed a defensive posture of one mountain and one water.
Above Overlord Ridge, dragon-shaped and phoenix-shaped Primordial Beings gathered, ghostly mist filled the mountains, and massive ghostly figures flickered.
Additionally, including strange beasts like the Jiao-class, the strange beast army covered the sky and earth, their howls dense and countless, all emitting dark and eerie qi.
Inside the Hongmeng Hall, representatives of the twelve Primordial clans had gathered, with most clan emperors present.
The Dragon Emperor and Phoenix Emperor were also there.
There were over ten Indestructible Infinite-level powerhouses.
Divine Musician Shi sat at the highest position, his dharma form thirty thousand zhang tall, laughing heartily: "Clan Emperor Yuan, I am very pleased that you could lead the Primordial Path Clan army here."
Yuan Sheng, dressed in form-fitting battle attire, wearing armor and carrying a spear, said: "This is a once-in-a-millennium opportunity to attack the upper realm, and it is what generations of ancestors shattered their bones seeking."
"We Primordial Beings have been trapped in the Abyss of Darkness for endless ages, suffering bitter cold. Today, we shall attack the upper realm and return to the light."
"Yuan Sheng is a member of the Primordial Beings, the clan emperor of the Primordial Path Clan. How could I hold everyone back at a time like this?"
The vow to return to the upper realm had long been branded into the bones of every Primordial Being.
Among them, there were differing ideals, conflicts, and struggles, all within tolerable limits.
When to attack the upper realm and how to attack it—the twelve clans might have different voices. But regarding the matter of returning to the upper realm, whoever dared to say a single "no" would surely face attack from the other eleven clans.
They might even be expelled from their own clan.
Of course, Yuan Sheng knew that Zhang Ruochen did not want the Primordial Being army to attack the Hell Realm at this time. But standing from the perspective of the Primordial Beings, this moment was the best opportunity.
If not now, when?
Wait forever?
She was a clan emperor and must stand on the side of the Primordial Beings, thinking about their interests.
Otherwise, she would no longer be worthy of being emperor.
In fact, both Zhang Ruochen and she knew that one day in the future, they would inevitably meet on the battlefield. This contradiction could only be delayed by the larger situation, but it could never disappear.
Of course, Yuan Sheng agreed to launch the attack on the Abyss of Darkness defense line at this time for another purpose.
To divert the attention of all cultivators, including Divine Musician Shi, to the Abyss of Darkness defense line, buying time for Immortal Musician Shi to awaken the ancestor "Hongmeng Black Dragon."
Divine Musician Shi stood up, his might covering the heavens, and said: "Do you see? This is the support of the people. We have both the timing of heaven and the support of the people. This battle will surely be victorious. As long as we breach the Abyss of Darkness defense line, we can drive straight in and at least occupy half of the Hell Realm."
Head Seven Sword Emperor was the second strongest present after Divine Musician Shi, and said: "Although the Abyss of Darkness defense line has fallen into chaos, when to strike is still worth careful study. Otherwise, we would be making a wedding dress for the dark anomalies."
The Phoenix Emperor, wrapped in seven-colored divine feathers, his whole body flowing with rosy clouds, said: "Our greatest enemy is the Nether Ancestor. Even if this battle helps the dark anomalies, isn't that a good thing? The stronger the dark anomalies, the more they can restrain the Nether Ancestor."
Yuan Sheng secretly glanced at Divine Musician Shi.
She knew that Divine Musician Shi was very likely a person of the Nether Ancestor.
If not for the sake of the entire Primordial race returning to the upper realm, Yuan Sheng would never have allied with Divine Musician Shi under any circumstances.
The Primordial Beings' hatred for the Nether Ancestor surpassed everything.
Their fear of the Nether Ancestor was also deeply ingrained in their bones.
After the Phoenix Emperor's words, several clan emperors immediately voiced their support.
Seeing everyone's battle intent so high, Divine Musician Shi made the final decision: "Then there's no need to wait any longer. The army will set out now. Activate the ancestral formations of each clan, gather the divine army, and drive Overlord Ridge and Radiant Flame River straight toward the Abyss of Darkness defense line."
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Qingtian rushed to Nether God City at the fastest speed.
Nether God City was the closest place to Overlord Ridge and also the foremost and most core fortress of the Abyss of Darkness defense line, where even Heavenly Mother had once stationed herself.
The main stars and great worlds distributed along the defense line were rapidly contracting toward Nether God City.
Between the main stars and great worlds, countless armored cultivators, like dense water droplets converging into rivers, further consolidated the defense line.
Qingtian raised his blue palm, sensed for a moment, and said: "It's moving."
"What's moving?" Seventh Master asked.
Qingtian said: "Space is moving! In at most another quarter-hour, Overlord Ridge will shift and crash into Nether God City."
Seventh Master, with his profound state of mind and having weathered many storms, still grew tense.
A war destined to be recorded in history was about to begin. If they lost, the Primordial Beings would end their fate of being suppressed in the Abyss of Darkness since ancient times and return to the upper realm.
Qingtian's gaze was calm, and he suddenly said: "Your third senior brother lacks steady temperament. Whether the Tiannan will rise or fall in the future all depends on you."
Seventh Master's heart shook violently, and he said: "Master, are you so pessimistic about this battle? No, that can't be. You, venerable elder, must at least shelter me for another five hundred thousand years, a million years."
Qingtian gazed at the vast universe, meteors streaking by, vanishing in an instant, and said: "If this battle is lost, the Hell Realm will surely lose all star domains west of the Santu River. As the commander of this battle, this old man naturally has no face to continue living, causing the Tiannan to be cursed by all cultivators of the Hell Realm."
"If this battle is won, I will borrow the Time Death Divine Tree and use a secret method to pass on all my spiritual power cultivation to you. It won't take five hundred thousand years, let alone a million years. With your comprehension, at most one eon, you can digest and absorb it, joining the ranks of the universe's first-class powerhouses. You can go further than your master!"
Seventh Master knelt on one knee, tears streaming down like rain, and said: "Why must it come to this? If this battle is won, Emperor Dust should no longer pressure you, venerable elder."
Qingtian smiled bitterly and said: "Even if Zhang Ruochen truly embraces all rivers and no longer pressures me, the grudge in his heart will always exist. Only if I follow his will will the grudge disappear, and everything will truly pass. If this causes him, or Lady Shiji, Heavenly Mother, or Fengdu Dadi to feel even a trace of guilt—just a trace—then the Tiannan and the Death Clan will have more possibilities in the future."
"This is the last move your master teaches you: when you cannot advance, retreat as a means of advancing. When you cannot live, endure humiliation to survive."
Seventh Master said: "What about the integrity and pride you once taught me, Master?"
"Sometimes integrity and pride are worth nothing. Your senior brother understands this most thoroughly! Alright, you're several hundred thousand years old. Wipe away your tears and prepare for battle. Now is the time to display the integrity and pride of us Tiannan cultivators!" Qingtian said.
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The nine-headed mark appeared. Although it did not have the domineering power of Ancestor Divine Qi, it was infinitely profound, reaching the Dao realm.
The ice and snow world manifested by Chan Bing could not withstand its power at all, cracking inch by inch, connecting with White Clothes Valley.
"Crack!"
The cliffs on both sides of the valley, despite having protective inscriptions for billions of years, also cracked, spreading into the distance.
Amidst rumbling sounds, one stone cave after another exploded.
Under the Bodhi tree, Zen Master Yanshu chanted sutras without ceasing. The rope broke, and the Buddhist beads in his hand scattered all over the ground. He sighed: "Will White Clothes Valley really be destroyed by the hands of the Zhang family today?"
Chan Bing was truly fighting desperately, holding nothing back. She controlled the Luo River, wanting to pull the Qishier Pin Lian into the different-time-space battlefield at all costs.
But the defense constructed by the Space-Time Chaos Lotus was pierced by the nine-headed mark.
Having merged with the Ancestor Body, she still could not withstand it. The nine-headed mark struck her, covering her whole body with blood. She flew backward, breaking through the boundary wall of the ice and snow world, and fell into the mountain stream at the bottom of White Clothes Valley.
The entire Kongming Realm shook violently.
"Can't even protect yourself, yet you want to protect White Clothes Valley? Seeking death!"
The Qishier Pin Lian flew out of the broken ice and snow world, ignoring Chan Bing entirely, heading straight into the depths of White Clothes Valley.
Bore stood on the Qishier Pin Lian's only path, looking down at her.
"Just you?"
The Qishier Pin Lian did not take Bore seriously at all, even though she was now a God Venerable.
A gaze fell upon her, forming a space-tearing force, intending to destroy Bore's physical body and the surrounding space together.
"Whoosh!"
One after another, Xutuohui White Silver Trees grew beneath Bore's feet, then filled White Clothes Valley.
Each one resembled a Buddha, ten thousand Buddhas coexisting, silver light illuminating heaven and earth.
Countless half-ancestor formation inscriptions were activated, transforming into a Ten Thousand Buddha Formation and a time formation.
The formations in the Ten Thousand Buddha Forest had been re-refined by Yunshen Daozhu.
In the forest, including Wolf Ancestor and Feng Xi, all the gods under White Clothes Valley's banner walked out. Adding false gods and divine beasts, there were over a thousand.
The space-tearing force formed by the Qishier Pin Lian's gaze dissipated upon entering the Ten Thousand Buddha Forest, only stirring up circles of ripples.
Over a thousand pairs of eyes stared at her.
Bore said: "Relying on me alone, I naturally dare not challenge a Heavenly Venerable. But if you want to pass through here, you must first kill us all."
"Amitabha!"
Zen Master Yanshu walked out from among the gods, bowed, and said: "Aunt, the sea of suffering is boundless; turn back and reach the shore. If you stain White Clothes Valley with blood today, the one who will suffer most will surely be Zhang Fanu. By then, even if he has to die together with you, he will kill you."
If he hadn't mentioned the name "Zhang Fanu," it might have been fine. But upon hearing it, the Qishier Pin Lian's killing intent shot straight to the heavens. She said: "Since you have forgotten your hatred and claim the surname Zhang, there is no need for you to continue living in this world."
Feng Tian, holding the Auspicious Ruyi, arrived from behind and struck through the air.
The radiance of fate bloomed, and billions of rules fell like rain.
The Qishier Pin Lian did not turn around. She simply pointed out, and a blinding Buddha light, together with the Nether River, struck Feng Tian, sending her crashing into the Ten Thousand Buddha Forest, breaking countless Xutuohui White Silver Trees.
"If you want to stain White Clothes Valley with blood, you must first step over my corpse."
Chan Bing arrived with the Snow Domain Star Sea Divine Army, her whole body radiating Ancestor Divine Light as hot as a star. Using the combined force of the divine army, she struck with the Space-Time Chaos Lotus.
"Fine, I'll grant your wish."
This voice was not from the Qishier Pin Lian.
The voice was hoarse, as harsh as stone grinding.
Within the Qishier Pin Lian's divine realm world, wisps of dark qi emerged, containing the most terrifying death power, traveling through the Ten Thousand Buddha Forest.
Wherever the dark qi touched, gods immediately fell to the ground, turning into pus and blood.
Their divine souls were devoured, and even their divine substance was absorbed and taken away.
In an instant, White Clothes Valley was filled with endless screams, turning into a hell on earth.
A tattered black hand, with bones visible, flew out from the divine realm world and collided with the Space-Time Chaos Lotus flying from behind.
The space energy in the palm of the black hand was vast, overwhelming the Space-Time Chaos Lotus, sending it flying backward.
A harsh voice came from the black hand: "Since you have refined Luo Tuoluo's body and divine source and obtained the Luo River, I will not kill you. But you must submit!"
The black hand rapidly grew huge. With the empowerment of space power, it completely enveloped Chan Bing.
In Chan Bing's eyes, the palm of the black hand was as vast as the universe. The divine thoughts she released could not detect the edge of the palm.
Such a boundless hand—how could she escape? How could she dodge?
Only to fight to the death.
The Qishier Pin Lian did not even look back, walking straight into the Ten Thousand Buddha Forest, saying: "I understand Xutuohui White Silver Trees better than you. A mere Ten Thousand Buddha Forest, how can it trap... me... Heavenly Mother!"
Heavenly Mother, wearing the Houtu wedding dress, with a phoenix crown and rosy clouds, was stunningly beautiful. She stood tall and straight beneath the guichi in the center of the Ten Thousand Buddha Forest, saying: "Since you've entered, don't leave!"
"Whoosh!"
She stomped down!
The dark qi that had entered the Ten Thousand Buddha Forest was all scattered, leaving only Buddha light remaining.