# Chapter 4141: Connecting Both Shores
In this post-Di Yao era, any uncontrolled Primordial Ancestor is a threat and must be eliminated.
The Immortal, in any other era, would have absolute control over the universe. They would even hold the lives of the Primordial Ancestors of that era.
Only this era is different.
In ancient times, the war waged by the Immovable Bright King Great Venerable shattered the Immortal's absolute advantage, leaving the Nether Ancestor in a weakened state of unhealed injuries.
The Dao that the Heavenly Mother displayed made the Nether Ancestor feel threatened.
"Her obstruction of the Minor Calamity alongside Ksitigarbha King and Gandharva is a path to death." *Whoosh!*
The Nether Ancestor pointed a finger. Controlled by his will, the Nether Souls scattered throughout the universe gathered strand by strand from all directions toward the Heavenly Mother, condensing into ten Nether Souls imbued with the Nether Ancestor's might, standing in the ten directions.
The Nether Souls were colossal, their majesty intimidating.
The Heavenly Mother looked around at the ten directions, feeling as if she were imprisoned, the Nether Souls like a cage.
The ten-direction universe collapsed inward. The Heavenly Mother had no choice but to release the Witch Hall and prop up the Demon God Stone Pillars.
"How terrifying the Nether Ancestor is. Though I am still tens of billions of miles away from him, once he unleashes his divine power, I cannot escape in advance. With a single thought, his divine power arrives."
The Heavenly Mother heard the sound of the Witch Hall's body cracking. Then, it collapsed with a rumble.
The ten Nether Souls stood in the ten directions, towering like divine mountains, each striking out with a hand seal, their palms releasing Nether Light Curses.
The Heavenly Mother changed her finger seals ten times, pouring all her power into the Houtu Wedding Garb, propping up a ring of Dao patterns. But under the Nether Light Curses, the Half-Ancestor substance and Half-Ancestor divine soul within her continuously dissipated.
Her body began to uncontrollably turn to sand.
Though both were Primordial Ancestors, the Nether Ancestor was far superior to the Corpse Demon, not even on the same level.
"Heaven and Earth reflect each other, five fingers grasp the universe."
Ksitigarbha King raised one palm to the sky and pressed the other to the ground.
In the starry sky, two Buddha clouds appeared, one above and one below, spanning billions of miles in diameter, their centers in a vortex state. Two golden, gleaming palms struck out from the vortexes, filling the sky with flying Sanskrit characters.
"You want to save someone? Let me show you what true 'five fingers grasping the universe' really means!"
The Nether Ancestor extended a pale, delicate arm from the dense Nether Light.
This arm, with fingers pinched like an orchid, erupted with unparalleled Buddha essence. Tens of thousands of Buddha thoughts drifted across heaven and earth.
*Boom!*
A Buddha hand ten times larger materialized in the universe, at least thirty billion miles long, grabbing the two Buddha hands Ksitigarbha King had conjured within its palm.
Even more.
It grabbed Ksitigarbha King himself within its palm.
Ksitigarbha King glanced back at Gandharva in the distance, then, in the next moment, activated one of the six divine powers of Buddhism—the "Divine Foot Power"—stepping across infinite space in a single stride, walking out of the Nether Ancestor's Cosmic Buddha Hand, heading toward the Nether Ancestor's true body.
Countless Buddha shadows accompanied him, billions of Buddha voices echoed alongside.
Gandharva understood his intent and retreated to the River of Forgetting.
Ksitigarbha King's purpose in going was both to save the Heavenly Mother, their ally, and to hold the resolve to shatter jade together with the Nether Ancestor.
Closing the distance, self-detonating the Primordial Ancestor Divine Source. This had long been decided!
The chance of success was very low. If any Primordial Ancestor could self-detonate before the Nether Ancestor, the Nether Ancestor would have died long ago. But now, they had reached a point where they had to gamble everything.
Gandharva stood on the Bone Plain, her body within the flames somewhat translucent. If Ksitigarbha King failed, Gandharva would...
Destroy everything in the Gray Sea.
"I've been waiting for you to come close! Do you think that by sending out Nether Souls to suppress the Heavenly Mother, I lack sufficient spiritual power to suppress your self-detonation of the Divine Source? You underestimate the Immortal too much!"
The Nether Ancestor pressed his palm forward.
The formless power of time erupted.
The starry sky fell into absolute stillness. Star mist and dust particles froze in place, even light was locked.
Ksitigarbha King bore the brunt of the time power, as if the entire River of Time had pressed down on him, a billion years of age settling on his shoulders. His forward speed grew slower and slower.
Meanwhile, the Nether Ancestor's true body moved at an unchanged speed toward him.
"The living beings of the world are like grains; eating them grants longevity. And you are a Primordial Ancestor-grade divine medicine; consuming you can heal injuries."
The Nether Ancestor's voice spread across the starry sky.
Gandharva watched the Nether Ancestor drawing closer and closer to Ksitigarbha King. No matter how unwilling she felt, she had to admit the gap between them and the Nether Ancestor was infinitely vast. Even fighting to the death, their chances of victory were slim.
Sighing, Gandharva closed her eyes, letting her tears fall back into their sockets.
Opening her eyes again, she released an "Absolute Self Time Dominance Seal" from within her body, breaking free from the suppression of the Nether Ancestor's time power.
She had no intention of heading to the Gray Sea.
Her spiritual power burned to the extreme as she charged toward that time-frozen starry sky.
The Nether Ancestor didn't even glance at her, merely waving his hand across the void, sending Gandharva, who was tens of billions of miles away, flying backward.
Her blood-red battle soul exploded. Gandharva's spiritual power body shattered, turning into clusters of burning fireballs that flew backward, crashing into the shattered Bone Plain within the River of Forgetting, her fate unknown.
At this moment, the power of the Seven Emotions and Six Desires brewed within Ksitigarbha King's seven orifices and six viscera. Then, it erupted like a volcano.
*ROAR!*
The emotion of anger, among the Seven Emotions, transformed into a Lion's Roar from Ksitigarbha King's mouth.
Demon and Buddha energies coalesced into a golden lion shadow lying across the starry sky, breaking the Nether Ancestor's time-stilling Dao technique.
Ksitigarbha King was like a Buddha and a demon, his ferocious light reaching the heavens. Thunder rumbled in his six viscera, and blood energy surged violently within him. He struck a palm directly at the Nether Ancestor's front.
*Boom! Boom! Boom!*
The two Primordial Ancestors clashed at close range. Each strike shattered the star sea and shook the universe.
At this moment, Ksitigarbha King's emotions overwhelmed his reason, his battle intent boundless. He resembled a Primordial Ancestor fallen into demonhood, his combat power reaching unprecedented heights. But even so, he only exchanged thirteen blows with the Nether Ancestor before the power of the Seven Emotions and Six Desires plummeted sharply, and the Nether Ancestor pierced through his chest with a single finger.
"The Dao of the Fifth Patriarch was passed down by me. This is the fatal flaw of your lineage. Even though you have walked further and achieved greater perfection than him..."
"Emotions can greatly increase your combat power, but they also greatly diminish your reason. A demon is a demon. Even if you become a Buddha, you are still a demon. You have already lost the best opportunity to self-detonate your Divine Source."
"This Primordial Ancestor-grade divine medicine, I accept!"
The Nether Ancestor's tone was calm, but every word struck the heart.
Strands of Nether Light released from his palm, wrapping around Ksitigarbha King's broken body.
Then, these Nether Lights ignited!
The demonic intent in Ksitigarbha King's pupils faded, turning back to golden eyes. He used his Primordial Ancestor-level spiritual will to resist the Nether Light.
His golden eyes looked out toward the distant star domain. "Even if you are the Nether Ancestor, breaking this monk's Dao will by no means be accomplished in a short time. If you wish to harvest the entire universe, you must bear the backlash of the entire universe."
Ksitigarbha King raised both hands, grabbing the hand the Nether Ancestor had thrust through his chest.
The Nether Ancestor sensed something. Even without turning around, he could see that on the layer of mist between the Heavenly Wasteland and the Hell Realm, a circular formation hole had appeared.
A powerful spatial fluctuation emanated from the circular hole.
A seven-colored divine dragon flew out from the spatial hole. On the dragon's back stood...
Several figures with overwhelmingly powerful auras.
It was not a true divine dragon, but a Space Chaos Worm. However, after cultivating in the Dragon Nest, it had grown dragon horns on its head.
Lamp Master Can, Lady Shiji, Fengdu Dadi, and Wen Tianjun stood on the Space Chaos Worm's back.
Yama Luo Tai Shang sat cross-legged on the Space Chaos Worm's head, his spiritual power fully released, forming a massive Space Teleportation Array formation disc.
"A Primordial Ancestor-level Space Teleportation Array, Connecting Both Shores. Ren Zu, you have finally deigned to show yourself. Have your injuries fully healed?"
The Nether Ancestor gave up the chance to kill Ksitigarbha King, striking him with a palm instead, preparing to face his true opponent.
Ksitigarbha King's golden body was shattered again, sent flying.
With the dual empowerment of the Space Chaos Worm and the Primordial Ancestor-level Space Teleportation Array, space was continuously folded, and the group of powerful beings rapidly closed the distance with the Nether Ancestor.
Those who had arrived first at the Heavenly Wasteland had long been mentally prepared, but facing the aura emitted by the Nether Ancestor's true body, they still felt their hearts tremble and souls shudder.
Wen Tianjun called out: "..."
The Primordial Ancestor-level Space Teleportation Array clearly required a Spiritual Power Primordial Ancestor to inscribe and activate.
At this moment, with Yama Luo Tai Shang and Yunshen Daozhu burning their spiritual power as the price, aided by the Space Chaos Worm, they had activated "Connecting Both Shores," sending Lamp Master Can and the others to the Heavenly Wasteland battlefield first.
Yunshen Daozhu stood on the more spiritually exhausting "This Shore," which was the Hell Realm.
The Life and Death Boundary Star.
Yama Luo Tai Shang was on the "Other Shore," guiding the teleportation array.
"The Heavenly Tower!"
Wen Tianjun's Half-Ancestor rules cascaded like rosy waterfalls, driving the Heavenly Tower to the size of a star, directly attacking the Nether Ancestor.
Yama Luo Tai Shang mobilized his Dan Fire, igniting a starry sky spanning over a trillion miles. A raging sea of fire surged forward like a mad horse.
Lady Shiji unleashed the Darkness Cauldron, striking at the ten Nether Ancestor Nether Souls surrounding the Heavenly Mother.
*Boom!*
The Heavenly Tower, still tens of millions of miles from the Nether Ancestor's true body, was stopped by an invisible force, embedded in space.
The Dan Fire naturally could not get any closer.
This caused Yama Luo Tai Shang and Wen Tianjun's hearts to sink into the abyss.
If their divine powers and artifacts could not even get close to the opponent, how could they fight?
The Nether Ancestor's gaze fell on Lamp Master Can, showing considerable interest.
Lamp Master Can pressed his two fingers together, drawing circles before him.
The rules of the Three Thousand Great Daos and the One Hundred Thousand Small Daos of the entire Heavenly Wasteland were all drawn, condensing into three thousand large flying knives and one hundred thousand small flying knives.
"Three Thousand Great Daos, One Hundred Thousand Small Daos, one slash to sever the Netherworld!"
*Whoosh!*
All the flying knives shot out. At first, they were like a river of blades, but gradually they collided with each other, merging into one.
The flying knife broke through the Nether Ancestor's protective order and rules, reaching him.
The Nether Ancestor extended a hand, facing the flying knife with his palm, catching it, then crushing it into a cloud of heaven and earth rules. He said lightly, "One slash to sever the Netherworld—an exaggeration! If you cannot incorporate the Seventy-Two Supreme Sacred Daos and the Nine Eternal Constants, you will never have the possibility of becoming my opponent."
"No rush. This battle has only just begun. You should know, Buddhist cultivators have very tough lives!"
Lamp Master Can pointed behind the Nether Ancestor.
There, Ksitigarbha King's Primordial Ancestor golden body was once again condensed.
Fengdu Dadi felt the Nether Ancestor's terror, knowing this was a death battle. He leaped down from the Space Chaos Worm's back, heading toward the Meng Clan ancestral land, "Ten Thousand Streams Realm."
Ten Thousand Streams Realm was a convergence point of the tributaries of the Santu River in the Heavenly Wasteland.
Destroying Ten Thousand Streams Realm could greatly obstruct the Minor Calamity. Ten Thousand Streams Realm was like a gate. Fengdu Dadi was going to guard the gate, blocking the Minor Calamity within the Heavenly Wasteland universe.
The self-detonation of a Heavenly Venerable-level Divine Source had failed to destroy the Gray Sea.
This place was indestructible. As long as the Nether Ancestor lived, the Gray Sea would exist forever.
Zhang Ruochen emerged from the violent destructive energy, his body riddled with holes, blood flowing, bones exposed. He walked step by step toward the Emerald Fall Pass, each step covering one hundred twenty-nine thousand six hundred miles. The wounds on his body healed at a visible rate.
"With such power, if at close range, it could take away an ordinary Half-Ancestor." Zhang Ruochen knew very well that Er Juntian had certainly not died in this destructive storm.
He advanced cautiously, sword in hand.
When Zhang Ruochen arrived again outside the Emerald Fall Pass, he found that the formation screens and talisman seas of the six war cities outside the pass had been mostly worn away by the destructive storm.
Except for the two war cities guarded by Qinglu Divine King and Lanshi Shen, which remained intact, the remaining four war cities had shattered walls, corpses strewn everywhere, having suffered significant damage.
Er Juntian and Gray-Haired San Yingtian had long retreated to the gate of the Emerald Fall Pass, behind the six war cities.
Earlier, when Shang Tian self-detonated his Divine Source, Er Juntian had shielded Gray-Haired San Yingtian from all the destructive storm.
The Ten Thousand Star Flame Gold Armor on his body had already been broken by Hao Tian earlier, greatly reducing its defensive power.
After this wave of destructive energy impact, many parts of the armor had melted from the Radiant Divine light, and his Half-Ancestor divine body had been pierced in three places.
These injuries were neither too serious nor too light for him, at least not yet affecting his Dao method origin.
"Crazy? Are they all crazy? Self-detonating Divine Sources at the drop of a hat. How can one fight like this? Cultivation is not easy; one should cherish it. This old man will not accompany you!"
Qinglu Divine King felt that everyone who came to the Gray Sea was a brute, not even speaking of divine power and Dao methods, charging in and self-detonating Divine Sources.
He was a returning Primordial Ancestor remnant soul, most skilled in divine power and Dao methods, and most fond of hiding his light. He did not want to clash head-on with a group of cultivators who did not value their lives. This was too frightening. If someone grabbed him and did that, he felt he could not withstand it.
Gray-Haired San Yingtian, who had been standing still all along, spoke: "Where are you going?"
Qinglu Divine King glanced at him and immediately abandoned the thought of fleeing. He could not quite gauge Gray-Haired San Yingtian's current state.
"He can already speak. Hao Tian's spiritual will is at a disadvantage! I cannot wait any longer."
Zhang Ruochen, alone with his sword, headed toward the six war cities outside the Emerald Fall Pass.
"Seeking death!"
Lanshi Shen stood atop the Stone Crow War City, using his divine thought to control the thousands of Divine Throne Planets of the gods in the city, forming a starry sky divine sea, surging toward Zhang Ruochen.
The gods in the city all released divine Qi and rules.
*Boom! Boom! Boom!*
Zhang Ruochen was like a meteor piercing the star sea, smashing through Divine Throne Planets one after another. In an instant, he crossed the vast Gray Sea, arriving at the foot of the Emerald Fall Pass.
*Boom!* *Boom!*
The moment he set foot at the Emerald Fall Pass, two war cities were lifted by the billions of sword Qi erupting from his body. All the sword Qi was condensed from Life and Death Qi.
The two war cities flying in midair split into pieces. Countless cultivators within the cities all fell.
One sword annihilated two war cities!
From each war city, Divine Realm worlds crashed down. World fragments buried the Gray Sea for millions of miles.
The blood Qi, soul spirits, rules, and life Qi of the cultivators from the two war cities all surged toward the black-and-white Life and Death imprint on Zhang Ruochen's back.
"Thief Dao, do not be so arrogant!"
Qinglu Divine King's voice came from behind.
Zhang Ruochen paid him no heed, heading straight for Gray-Haired San Yingtian at the foot of the Emerald Fall Pass. He was certain that Gray-Haired San Yingtian could not act at this moment. One sword strike would be enough to destroy his physical body, releasing Hao Tian's blood Qi and soul spirit.