# Chapter 4211: Yama Hell and Six Paths Breakthrough
The universe is too vast. Even a trillion miles is merely an extremely small segment within it.
Stars as large as worlds, vast as realms, are nothing more than dust particles within this boundless cosmic space, too insignificant.
The "Ancient God Path," built using spatial meridians and tributaries of the Santu River, combined with natural "wormholes" and artificial "Star City Space Teleportation Arrays"—the three together allow cultivators to traverse various star domains quickly, allow talisman messages to reach the depths of the star sea swiftly, allow heavenly secrets and auras to be promptly discerned by spiritual power and divine thoughts, and allow divine power and divine abilities to be projected countless light-years away.
Among them, the Ancient God Path plays the most important role.
Otherwise, even Heavenly Venerable-level and Half-Ancestor-level beings would need to spend considerable time to quickly cross star domains.
Four days later.
The World Tree where the Yama Clan resides stood like a cosmic lighthouse, illuminating the dark and cold void with a hazy, misty glow.
A single world leaf was like an ocean of light.
Formation inscription runes, rule divine patterns, talisman seals—they filled a spatial heaven and earth spanning tens of billions of miles, like clouds, like divine rain, like streams...
This is the foundation upon which the Yama Clan has stood throughout endless cosmic ages.
It is the power left behind by generation after generation of gods, protecting their descendants.
Countless Divine Throne planets, like luminous fruits, hovered above the leaf worlds of the World Tree, releasing blazing energy as fierce as that of stars.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
In the void not far from the Yama Clan's World Tree, space shattered like a mirror. The entire star domain was collapsing, with streaks of powerful, dazzling light bursting forth.
The starry sky shook violently.
Two World Trees slowly emerged from the collapsing space, also illuminated by countless formations, releasing an indescribably terrifying fluctuation.
Countless divine realm cultivators were activating the formations.
With the Second Confucian Ancestor and Murong Zhuxing—two Spiritual Power Ancestors—the Divine Realm's greatest asset was its abundance of spiritually powerful cultivators with profound formation mastery.
"Bang! Bang!"
Everything near the World Trees was crushed.
Including space.
Because the World Trees were so massive, they appeared to move slowly from a distance.
In reality, the speed of the two World Trees was comparable to the speed of light.
Within the Yama Heaven Beyond Heaven.
At the Enlightenment Divine Hall, the Supreme Azure Cloud Hall, the Heavenly Venerable Hall, the Life-Death Line, and various other locations.
Daiyue True Person, Baiyun Divine Ancestor, Forgetful Old Woman, the Third Disciple of Tai Shang, Mitian War God, Wuqing Zong, Yan Yu, Yan Huangtu, Yan Zhexian, Yan Ting...
Countless Yama Clan gods, and billions upon billions of cultivators, had received the news four days ago and were on high alert.
They did not flee with the World Tree. They chose to confront the enemy head-on, to live or die with their clan.
Facing the Divine Realm, where could they flee to?
"They're here!"
Yan Huangtu stood majestically outside the Enlightenment Divine Hall, gazing into the sky. Nine golden dragons coiled around him, and the royal divine light erupting from his skin could rival the sun and moon.
"They came quickly! Let's see whether the Divine Realm is invincible, or whether our Yama Clan is superior."
Yan Zhexian, wearing a blue-flowered palace dress and a jeweled hairpin, stood outside the Spring Rain Talisman Pavilion. Holding a bronze talisman brush, she used her spiritual power to connect the spatial passages of various leaf worlds, continuously sketching talisman patterns.
With the Yama Tai Shang missing, likely assassinated by the Divine Realm, she had taken command of the Yama Clan's myriad talisman patterns.
Yan Wushen flew out of the Yama Heaven Beyond Heaven alone, entering the cosmic void, watching the two World Trees that were pushing the entire star sea rolling toward them. The unparalleled pressure was even greater than when an Ancestor descended.
The Divine Talisman Army wore black talisman robes, each warrior possessing peerless combat power, at least Great Gods.
Talisman seals combined their might and power into a black dragon talisman beast several hundred million miles long, capable of swallowing the heavens and devouring the earth.
With the support of the World Tree, they could openly confront even an Ancestor.
On the other World Tree, the members of the Stellar Knight Legion stood atop stars, manifesting giant divine bodies.
Their numbers were slightly fewer than the Divine Talisman Army, but their overall cultivation was higher, with Divine Kings and Divine Venerables everywhere.
Besides Tian Gong, Ancestor Yaksha King, and Yongzhou—the three possessing Ancestor corpse bodies—
There were also several ancient figures within the legion, each wielding divine artifacts. Their essence, energy, and spirit connected with heaven and earth. Standing beside the renowned Wandai Nine Ancestors, their presence remained formidable.
The Divine Realm's status was extremely high, and with these gods being taught by Ancestor-level masters, their achievements were naturally not low.
More importantly, the Divine Realm had bizarre regions where time flowed slowly. Within such regions, the Second Confucian Ancestor could live for tens of millions of years.
The gods in these two divine armies could very well be prodigies that the Divine Realm had spent tens of millions of years cultivating.
The few in the Stellar Knight Legion had all been personally instructed by the Second Confucian Ancestor, like direct disciples. Only one could be cultivated every million years.
From the Divine Realm cultivators' perspective, if Zhang Ruochen and Heavenly Mother had not broken through to Ancestor, these two divine armies alone could suppress the entire universe.
Facing such a formation alone, Yan Wushen showed no fear. Instead, he laughed loudly: "You've only just obtained the World Tree. Can you fully unleash its power? Are you so impatient to come and die?"
His voice was unruly and arrogant.
"Die? We should be sending you to die!"
Tian Gong stood atop the Fengdu Ghost City wall at the summit of the World Tree. He took a deep breath, and the entire star sea contracted toward him.
The next moment, an unimaginably terrifying Half-Ancestor power erupted, releasing hundreds of thousands of purple lightning bolts.
The lightning, like countless luminous dragons, instantly spread hundreds of millions of miles away.
Such a lightning aura, if released within a great world, would in an instant turn that world into scorched earth, leaving no living thing.
"Whoosh!"
The hundreds of thousands of Tai'a Divine Thunderbolts merged, condensing into an extremely bright electric current. The lightning itself turned liquid, shooting straight toward Yan Wushen.
Any living being below the divine level who looked at it would be blinded.
"Petty tricks, yet you dare to show off before an expert."
"All phenomena become void!"
Yan Wushen allowed the Tai'a Divine Thunder to strike him, bathing in this destructive energy. But the lightning could not even reach his physical body, dissolving into nothingness through a profound and mysterious divine ability secret art.
It resembled "Myriad Forms Formless," yet it was not.
"Ancient times, the era of Qi Refiners—what fame Tian Gong had! He left behind the Thunder Clan, which has endured for eternity. You have disgraced his face!"
After speaking these words lightly, Yan Wushen's battle intent ignited instantly. He released his Divine Realm World, "Yama Hell"—a vast demonic land like the Santu River basin, spreading out in the void, boundless and limitless.
This demonic land had overlapping mountains, coexisting dark clouds and Buddha light, interwoven with Primordial Qi and Yama Qi.
In the dark void not far from the Yama Clan's World Tree floated a palace complex, wrapped in Ancestor-level concealment divine patterns.
It was the sacred ground of the ancient Qi Refiners—Chaotian Que.
Zhang Ruochen and Chi Yao sat in the Qingxu Hall of Chaotian Que, observing the situation while transmitting teachings and explaining the Dao.
Suddenly.
Chi Yao glanced into the starry sky and said, "Is he trying to create his own Hell Realm?"
"Something like that. Yan Wushen is no ordinary person after all."
Zhang Ruochen's eyes held no lack of appreciation. Then, he continued explaining to Chi Yao the difference between the Finite Dao and the Infinite Dao, saying: "Twenty-seven is a finite number. The Immortal used this to limit the cultivation achievements of Ancestors, playing countless rebellious geniuses throughout history like pawns in the palm of their hand."
"Among Ancestors, those who reached the 'Consistent from Beginning to End' realm can be counted on one hand."
"Although the Great Venerable had his own Dao, he did not escape the scope of the finite twenty-seven. This was the root of calamity planted by the Immortal at the very beginning of his cultivation."
"By the time he reached the Ancestor realm and realized this, the Great Venerable was already helpless, forever confined to the level of 'Having a Beginning and an End.'"
Chi Yao pondered, then said: "Do you think I might follow the Great Venerable's old path? Be confined to the finite twenty-seven? But the Great Venerable clearly perfected his techniques and made up for the flaws."
Zhang Ruochen said: "But you also bear traces of the Divine Realm's Immortal's scheming. They may have distorted your cultivation path. Only when you fully understand the finite and the infinite can you check for omissions and ensure nothing goes wrong."
"Whoosh!"
Zhang Ruochen raised his palm, holding up a space about ten feet in size.
The Immovable Bright King Great Venerable's twenty-seven layers of celestial world, like a chaotic exquisite pagoda, floated within this small space.
"This is the Great Venerable's twenty-seven Dao! I have already deduced it. Within it, the finite twenty-seven Dao has been broken!" Zhang Ruochen said.
A strange light flickered in Chi Yao's eyes. "The Great Venerable broke the shackles of the finite back then? How did he do it?"
With Zhang Ruochen's current cultivation realm, he could naturally see the subtle from the obvious, one thought connecting ten thousand thoughts. He said: "Legend has it that in the Great Venerable's ultimate combat state, he could support thirty-three heavens above his head. Twenty-seven were solid states, six were virtual states."
"These twenty-seven layers of celestial worlds actually contain six hidden powers. I call these six powers the 'Six Paths Breakthrough.'"
"Six Paths Breakthrough!"
Chi Yao softly repeated the phrase.
Using his finger as a brush, Zhang Ruochen wrote golden Ancestor characters in the void, explaining the Dao: "The first layer: Break the finite source. Without a divine source, combat power is unaffected."
"The second layer: Break the finite sea. Without a divine sea, it does not matter."
"The third layer: Break the finite form. Form does not bind intent; all things are free."
"The fourth layer: Break the finite fate."
"The fifth layer: Break the finite fortune. Finiteness is fate; only by breaking it can one attain the Dao."
"The sixth layer: Break the finite thought. If thoughts are not broken, one remains in the cage. Only with infinite thoughts can there be an infinite Dao."
"The Great Venerable likely took these six steps, breaking one at each step. After all six were broken, he succeeded. I suspect that when the Great Venerable refined the Destiny Mirror back then, he intended to use it to break the fourth and fifth layers—fate and fortune."
Zhang Ruochen analyzed the Great Venerable's Dao one by one, writing a phase text called "Six Paths Breakthrough," which he struck into Chi Yao's sea of consciousness for her to contemplate.
Chi Yao was the most likely among all of Zhang Ruochen's Dao companions to break through to Ancestor, so he naturally wanted to help her with all his might.
Beyond the identity of Dao companion and lover, Zhang Ruochen regarded Chi Yao as his most important right hand and battle companion—a comrade who could fight alongside him.
Who wouldn't want their arm and comrade to be more powerful?
Tian Gong's expression was very unpleasant. Watching the Yama Hell beneath Yan Wushen's feet continuously expand, growing larger and larger, he felt extremely shocked. "You refined the Ancient Plain of the Abyss of Darkness into your Divine Realm World? How is this possible? How can you bear so much matter?"
The structure of the Abyss of Darkness was: the Ancient Desolate Ruins City as the entrance, passing through the Three Rivers and Seven Ridges, traversing the Ancient Plain, before reaching the Great Dark Mountain.
Of course, when the Primordial Black Dragon awakened, the Great Dark Mountain collapsed and, together with the Black River, became part of its physical body.
Every strand of Yan Wushen's hair was like a star river, containing energy that could destroy heaven and earth. Every word he spoke could slay gods. "Not the entire Ancient Plain. But in the future, it will be. The entire Abyss of Darkness will become part of my Divine Realm World."
It was Zhang Ruochen taking away the Strange Domain that gave Yan Wushen such ambition, moving him to take the Abyss of Darkness.
To catch up to Zhang Ruochen, he had to do this.
The Abyss of Darkness was like the other side of the universe, with endless matter. Even though the Ancient clans and Lady Shiji had carried away large amounts of matter, it had not become completely empty.
"It seems we really must eliminate you today." Yongzhou said.
"Rustle——"
Countless killing intents condensed into blood-red clouds, floating around the two World Trees.
Feeling the killing intent fluctuations rushing toward him, Yan Wushen said: "With just you? Which of you has the ability? Is there anyone who dares to step out of the World Tree and fight me one-on-one?"
One had to admit, Yan Wushen's momentum was extremely powerful, as if he intended to use the "Yama Hell" Divine Realm World to directly clash with the two World Trees.
"Ancestor Yin, your cultivation is the strongest. Dare you fight me?"
Yan Wushen crazily challenged them, trying to break the momentum of the Divine Realm's two armies.
Because anyone could see that he was invincible below Ancestor, surpassing even Hao Tian and Heavenly Mother in their day. Unless they were stupid, no one would fight him one-on-one.
Yin Shi, holding a golden staff, stood on the massive skeleton of the Primordial Black Dragon. His eyes narrowed, his pupils like two hidden flaming divine furnaces, possessing the power to incinerate a universe.
If not for his previous severe injury and greatly reduced cultivation, he truly wanted to test the weight of "Six Paths Reincarnation."
But now...
"Fight!"
Yin Shi's long hair flew upward. He pointed his golden staff at Yan Wushen.
Instantly, from all over the World Tree, the power of the Divine Talisman Army converged toward the Fate Divine Domain at the very top.
Countless billions of talismans surged into the black dragon talisman beast's body.
"Roar!"
The dragon's cry resounded through the star sea. Ten thousand kinds of heavenly and earthly rules snapped.
The black dragon talisman beast was like the Ancestral Dragon returning. Every scale contained the power to crush star domains. Its eyes released Ancestor-level power fluctuations as it charged toward Yama Hell.
Yan Wushen's eyes were blazing. He did not immediately retreat to the Yama Heaven Beyond Heaven. Instead, he wanted to clash with Ancestor-level power to test his current strength.
"Boom!"
The black dragon talisman beast was too powerful. The moment it touched Yama Hell, it tore apart Yan Wushen's myriad paths and principles.
The Divine Realm World was like paper, shattering into continental fragments in the universe.
Closer and closer...
Just as the black dragon talisman beast's claw was only a few thousand miles from Yan Wushen—
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Yan Wushen strode forward, his body gradually expanding, erupting with dazzling golden light.
Golden body: nine zhang six.
Golden body: ninety-nine zhang.
Golden body: three thousand zhang.
Yan Wushen, now three thousand zhang tall, raised both arms to meet the descending dragon claw, which was as large as a world.
"Bang!"
Energy ripples burst forth from the point of contact between the man and the claw, surging in all directions.
The entire star domain was overturned, becoming tattered and broken.
Yan Wushen spat divine blood, rapidly retreating and falling.
But he withstood it! He was not knocked down.
Yan Wushen's arms held up the dragon claw, his long hair flying, blood flowing from his seven orifices. He laughed loudly: "Ancestor-level power is nothing special. If you can't kill me, then you can only be killed by me."
"He... he's really not an Ancestor?" The gods of the Divine Realm were shocked beyond measure.
"Roar!"
From the unbroken part of Yama Hell, amidst a patch of dark clouds, the Ji-Character Azure Dragon soared out.
It breathed dragon breath, which coiled around Yan Wushen's three-thousand-zhang golden body, its power merging with Yan Wushen.
Divine Qi intertwined with Divine Qi, rules intertwined with rules, order intertwined with order.
"Good, very good! Today, you and I will join hands, unleash a great slaughter, annihilate the Divine Talisman Army, seize the Primordial Black Dragon's skeleton, and help your cultivation and combat power reach a higher level. Kill!"
With the Ji-Character Azure Dragon's power, Yan Wushen stabilized his retreat, flew out from under the black dragon talisman beast's claw, and broke through countless talisman patterns.
He crossed space and stomped onto the black dragon talisman beast's head.
This stomp was incredibly heavy, causing the talisman beast to let out a mournful cry. Its head, as large as a star, sank violently.
The next moment, Yan Wushen, with the azure dragon coiled around him, carried an ocean of countless "Ji" character divine seals and struck out a Six Paths Reincarnation Seal a billion miles in diameter, attacking the Fate Divine Domain at the top of the World Tree.
This was practically a rebellion against an Ancestor!
Yin Shi calmly watched the Six Paths Reincarnation Seal press down. The divine talisman on his forehead flickered, and then the talisman patterns on the foreheads of all Divine Talisman Army soldiers flickered in unison.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Thousands of divine formations activated.
A leaf world shot out a pillar of light.
All the light pillars converged, striking the center of the Six Paths Reincarnation Seal.
"Boom!"
The Six Paths Reincarnation Seal shattered.
Yan Wushen, as if punched hard by an Ancestor, emitted a sound like metal striking metal, flying backward.
"After merging, his combat power is definitely not much less than an Ancestor's. With just these two divine armies, the Divine Realm absolutely cannot deal with him."
"Adding Feng Tian, Nutian Shenzun, and the others who arrived earlier, forming the Fate Twelve Phases Divine Formation—if the Divine Realm has no other tricks, this battle will surely end in vain."
"Roar!"
Zangjin Baihu let out a dissatisfied roar.
Zhang Ruochen patted her tigress rear and said: "Yan Wushen and the Ji-Character Azure Dragon have the Universe Cauldron. Their cultivation has advanced ahead of you. That's normal. Nothing to be ashamed of."
"Woof!"
The Golden Lion Ancestor barked at the door.
"Alright, alright, I know. You three joining forces are definitely not inferior to Yan Wushen and the Ji-Character Azure Dragon. It seems that before Corpse Nightmare and Lady Shiji are suppressed and killed, there's no need to worry too much about this side."
Zhang Ruochen's gaze was always fixed on Yan Wushen in the shattered void. He always felt that this guy was hiding something else, that his true strength might not stop here.
Chi Yao remained very calm, rationally viewing the gap between herself and Yan Wushen. "What I'm worried about now are those altars scattered across the Yama Clan's World Tree. If these altars are activated, the consequences will be unimaginable."
"I will return as quickly as possible. I won't let the situation spiral out of control."
Zhang Ruochen gently patted Chi Yao's fragrant shoulder, appearing relaxed and free, with a smile on his face that suggested everything was under control.
On the other side, the Second Confucian Ancestor and Corpse Demon were still engaged in long-distance magical combat.
The latter fought while fleeing. Ancestor-level magical techniques clashed, leaving the starry sky riddled with holes.
During Corpse Nightmare's escape, he destroyed the Heaven and Earth Altars along his path. With a wave of his hand, a great world turned to ashes and was swallowed into his belly. Chi Yao's gaze turned cold and deep, wishing she could help the Second Confucian Ancestor intercept and kill him.
The two Ancestors were far enough apart. If one was determined to flee, the other would find it no easy task to catch up.
And with long-distance attacks, even if the Second Confucian Ancestor had reached the ninety-sixth level of spiritual power, it was impossible to easily trap or severely wound Corpse Demon.
What made Zhang Ruochen look at her with new eyes was Lady Shiji in another direction.
She seemed to have become an Ancestor, moving very fast, using Dao techniques skillfully. Murong Zhuxing simply could not catch up or harm her.
But it also seemed she had not fully broken through. There was a clear gap in combat power compared to Murong Zhuxing. In long-distance magical combat, she was always suppressed.
"Her finite matter is sufficient, but her realm is always lacking that one breath." Zhang Ruochen muttered to himself.
In history, there were quite a few Ancestors like Lady Shiji—barely possessing combat power close to an Ancestor, but in reality, their realm was a line short.
That line was not as large as the gap between a False God and a True God, but it still limited their achievements and lifespan, preventing a substantial transformation.
They could be called "False Ancestors!"
In other eras, a False Ancestor could definitely be called an Ancestor, because there were no opponents. No one knew the truth. They were invincible in the universe.
But in this era, the weakness of a False Ancestor was fully exposed. When facing a true Ancestor, they simply could not contend and could only flee.
If the Immortal still feared an Ancestor self-detonating their divine source, and would expend countless efforts to ensure nothing went wrong when dealing with them—
Then, facing a False Ancestor, there was no such concern.
"Will the Seventy-Two Layer Tower move this time?" Zhang Ruochen was somewhat expectant.
Killing an Ancestor was no easy task.
Even though the Second Confucian Ancestor's realm was transcendent, even if he captured Corpse Demon, it would not be a short matter to grind him down and kill him.
The Seventy-Two Layer Tower was the true great weapon for killing Ancestors!
As long as the Divine Realm's Immortal used the Seventy-Two Layer Tower, Void Heaven could take the opportunity to destroy the main altar of Eternal Heavenly Kingdom.
At the same time.
If the Seventy-Two Layer Tower moved, would the one behind Corpse Nightmare and Lady Shiji just watch them be suppressed and killed?
If that one made a move and fought with the Divine Realm's Immortal, that would be the result Zhang Ruochen most wanted to see.
Zhang Ruochen left Chaotian Que, holding the Four Directions Great Universe Seal, and walked into the depths of the starry sky.
The great upheaval of the universe had attracted the attention of all powerful beings. This was precisely the opportunity for him to go see Ling Yanzi. He wanted to try, with his current cultivation, whether he could repair the severed River of Time.
(Spiritual Power 95th Level — Martial Dao "Having a Beginning and an End.")
(Spiritual Power 96th Level — Martial Dao "Consistent from Beginning to End.")
(Spiritual Power 97th Level — Martial Dao "Heaven Begins, Self Ends.")