Chapter 357: Test Battles, the Guardian Jin Peng

Chapter 357: Test Battles, the Guardian Jin Peng

With a thunderous roar!

The pitch-black universe seemed to be illuminated, shining brilliantly. In the distance, several ancient and massive beings stood coldly, forcibly opening a door beyond the universe.

Immediately after, the Greater Universe appeared as if a skylight had been forced open, revealing a magnificent archway spanning the heavens and earth.

Endless blood rain poured down. This was the Offering of Ten Thousand Souls' Blood, with the Four Devils using it to taint the Greater Universe's will, forcibly constructing a bridge.

The blood rain cascaded, and through the vast gateway, a grand and bloody path was laid out.

When the first True Body of the Four Devils squeezed into the seemingly narrow Greater Universe, the entire universe trembled violently.

The Celestial Path, a place where the Soul Ocean and reality intersected, was completely unsealed, becoming a passage between the wilderness and reality, falling under the control of the Four Devils.

Endless Blacklight Blood Rain spewed from the Celestial Path, cutting through the void of the universe, raining down upon the world.

Each ray of black light and each drop of blood rain contained the power of the Four Devils, like dark seeds, ready to take root and bloom with blood.

In the starry sky, the Warriors from various realms, who had not yet left and were not protected by the Federation's Great Array, were caught off guard and tainted by the Blacklight Blood Rain.

In an instant, numerous Warriors, regardless of their realm, were reduced to pools of blood, merging into a long, crimson river.

The other half were instantly "replaced." Their physical bodies remained unchanged, but their minds were assimilated by higher beings.

In short, they all became avatars of "Wuzhou."

Witnessing this, countless Warriors panicked and tried to seek refuge on nearby planets, but all were rejected. In the end, they could only seek help from their ancestral masters.

However, none of the Supreme Beings from various realms responded. Instead, they all stared intently at the third figure that appeared after Shizun and Yan.

His appearance was flawless, embodying a thousand years of elegance, even the present Saints would be in awe.

He stood with his hands behind his back, at a high vantage point, overlooking the universe. All phenomena and scenes were within his sight. Though he seemed to always have a smile on his lips, his pure golden eyes were cold and still, like an ancient well without ripples.

The brows of many Supreme Beings furrowed.

Why would the Heavenly Demon and Shizun appear simultaneously?! If Wuzhou could truly occupy two major divine thrones, there would be no place for the other two.

Regarding Wuzhou's occupation of the Succubus God Throne, all the True Saints of the realms had their theories, concluding that Wuzhou had reached some kind of agreement with the other two. It was more of an exchange than an occupation.

With Shizun, there should not be a Heavenly Demon!

Yet, at this moment, both the Heavenly Demon and Shizun coexisted, and from their auras, neither seemed to be superior to the other.

This doubt caused the brows of the True Saints of the realms to furrow even more.

And a few factions that leaned towards the Yanhuang Federation could not help but sigh. Originally, they only needed to face three Devils, but now they had to face the complete Four Devils, which was undoubtedly adding insult to injury.

Suddenly, a sword cry resounded, clearing the area.

Beside the Heavenly Demon stood a Crimson-haired and Blood-cloaked cultivator, with four dark red Slaying Swords floating around him. The swords hummed, emitting rolling sword qi that tore through the universe, slicing through countless stars.

These four swords were extremely ferocious, each one seeming to have bathed in the blood of countless beings from various worlds, their Kill Intent surging, as if nothing could withstand them, and no one was beyond their reach.

On these four swords, the scenes of the Tears of All Beings and the Wails of Gods and Demons were permanently etched, forever imprinted on the sword blades.

The Crimson-haired and Blood-cloaked cultivator flicked one of the sword blades, which emitted a clear cry. This sword cry echoed through the starry sky, making the Greater Universe seem to tremble.

Within the Federation, those Warriors from various realms who were still dodging, having narrowly avoided the Blacklight Blood Rain, exploded upon hearing this sword cry!

They could not dodge at all; the Kill Intent contained in the sword cry was too terrifying, causing their minds and bodies to disintegrate instantly!

Among the Supreme Beings observing from afar, some frowned:

"This guy's four Divine Weapons have advanced even further. No wonder they are the most ferocious of all."

"I wonder how his ‘Kill 3000 Dao’ diagram is coming along..."

The appearance of the Three Devils made even the True Saints of the realms, who had been sitting comfortably, stand on high alert.

Some began to contact other Supreme Beings, persuading them to act together if necessary.

This was the might of the Four Devils. Even if the Saints were confident they could drive them out of this realm, they dared not be the least bit careless.

This was precisely why no one was optimistic about the future of the Yanhuang Federation.

A chorus of cold snorts echoed.

Some Supreme Beings could not contain themselves and wanted to test the current strength of the Heavenly Demon, to see if there was some hidden trick, like it being a mere illusion, but they were stopped by others.

Seeing no response, Wu Zhou chuckled mockingly and retracted his gaze: "So, the true saints of all realms are even less valiant than the Yanhuang Federation."

"Stop being arrogant. We will soon send you all rolling out of here," one of the realm's strong figures said coldly.

"Today, the Yanhuang Federation is destined to be destroyed, and you will all return empty-handed," the True Saint of the Heavenly Profound Gate said coldly.

Wu Zhou burst into laughter: "Little Daoist Tian Feng, did you hear that? What is there to protect in this world? Why not join us and enjoy the great freedom!"

Since Wu Zhou entered this realm, he had unleashed a great power that could alter the heavens and earth, vying for control over the surrounding spacetime with the will of the Greater Universe.

Unexpectedly, the greatest obstacle was not from the will of the Greater Universe itself, but from deep within the Federation, from the young man who once called himself the Heavenly Blade.

"Enough talk."

At that moment, a low, stern voice echoed, like a hanging cloud, stirring boundless kill intent.

This voice seemed to be omnipresent, spreading through the hearts of all beings and covering the vast starry sky the moment it sounded.

In an instant.

Silence fell upon the starry sky.

The world was utterly still, as quiet as a grave.

The Crimson-haired Daoist reached out and grasped a slaying sword, casually swinging it forward.

With this single strike, everything in the world seemed to be held tightly by an infinitely large hand, unable to move even a fraction, only waiting to be slaughtered!

This sword carried the intent to solidify spacetime, slicing down toward the united territories of the Federation.

Just as the sword light, brimming with boundless kill intent, was about to fall, a fiery, thunderous blade light suddenly appeared!

The blade slashed vertically through the sky, the fiery passion within causing the Crimson-haired Daoist's eyes to flicker slightly.

"Unyielding Hero Blade, Cut Off Karma, Cut Off Self?"

From one of the four glowing auras, a figure stepped out... a deity... a hero?

After a moment, it was as if he had transformed. The statue that had sat on the Altar of Gods for ten thousand years suddenly gained a human touch, transforming from an ancient, emotionless deity into a "young man."

He was spirited and vigorous, full of heroic spirit.

He reached out and grasped a narrow blade, with heroism as the hilt and righteousness as the edge.

The various saints observing from across the realms did not expect that the first to step forward from the Yanhuang Federation would be Yang Qingshan.

Among the Seven of the Federation, he was ranked last, and in terms of blade mastery, he was surpassed by Qin Tianfeng and He Donghuang.

But upon seeing him today, all were slightly surprised.

Ten thousand years ago, was his blade technique even a fraction as formidable as it is today?

After ten thousand years of silence, he should have made no progress, yet he had managed to cultivate this fiery spirit of heroism.

The Crimson-haired Daoist said coldly, "Without a divine weapon, you dare to step forward?"

The narrow blade was extremely long, bright as water. Yang Qingshan dragged it, his steps unhurried.

Wu Zhou squinted and commented, "He's going all out."

With their keen eyesight, both could see Yang Qingshan's current state.

Ten thousand years ago, the four of them had retreated into the divine path, using it to preserve their positions and prevent the Federation from falling into the Soul Ocean.

But the cost was that they could no longer make any progress.

Not to mention reaching the True Saint realm, their Dao power would remain stagnant, even if they endured countless tribulations, without the slightest increase.

But at this moment, Yang Qingshan's fiery, righteous spirit, under the support of the Greater Universe's will, was burning brightly.

"Going all out?"

The Crimson-haired Daoist flicked his finger, boundless Karma Force and countless grudges transformed into crimson chains, and he sneered,

"This is the creation of the world's evil karma. Can your hero blade cut through it all? You..."

His words abruptly stopped.

A fiery blade shadow flashed in the Crimson-haired Daoist's eyes.

Yang Qingshan lifted his head. The Four Devils stood high above, towering over all beings, and even after invading this realm, they remained unchanged.

...

Deep within the Four Guardian Stars

Amidst a vast ocean, a Chaos Qinglian rooted itself, reaching from the earth to the sky, towering into the clouds. The lotus held Qinglian Taoist.

He sighed.

Ten thousand years ago, Yang Qingshan, constrained by the situation, had not even wielded his blade before he had to sit on the Altar of Gods, severing his path to enlightenment, and thus losing any chance of further progress...

He knew how long Yang Qingshan had endured this.

But the gap in realm and Dao power could not be bridged by spirit alone...

...

The slaying sword's resounding clang could be heard far and wide, its kill intent unmatched in the world. The sword was crimson, as if divine blood was flowing through it, terrifying and awe-inspiring.

Three sword lights intersected, revealing scenes of carnage, mountains of corpses, and extinguished stars!

Beneath the sword light.

The blade shattered, the blade of heroism shattered.

Countless Federation subjects who witnessed this scene showed signs of worry.

But neither Wu Zhou nor the saints observing from across the realms underestimated him.

Because this single blade had forced the Crimson-haired Daoist to draw three slaying swords.

According to historical records, the last time the Death Devil wielded four swords together, he had felled a True Saint.

Wu Zhou's smile faded. If all four of them could undergo such a transformation in combat, and if Mu Shitian, who was likely hiding in the shadows, or some residual power of He Donghuang...

This battle would not be just troublesome.

This was a battle that was a hard fight for all of them.

Yang Qingshan’s clothes were stained with blood, his ten thousand years of martial spirit dispersing into the heavens and earth. It was as if it was a new form of forsaking his body, creating a novel atmosphere in the world, indescribable yet overwhelmingly vast.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, not showing any sign of dejection, but rather a sense of relief as if he had finally unleashed his blade.

The Chifa Dao Ren (Crimson-haired and Blood-cloaked cultivator) remained expressionless, reaching out to grasp the fourth Slaying Sword.

This person’s ten thousand years of accumulated martial spirit had dissipated, but it allowed him to condense an indelible heart of heroism.

If their plan ten thousand years ago hadn’t succeeded, today he might have become a true saint.

"You, it’s a pity," the Chifa Dao Ren said, shaking his head. "You should have soared to the heavens and proven your own immortal path. But today, even if you don’t die by my sword, you will never have the chance to advance further."

Beside him, Tianmo Wu Zhou sensed a subtle change in the heavens and earth.

But even with his vast perspective, he found it hard to fathom.

"Back, what’s the point of getting angry with a dead man?"

This voice echoed.

All the heavens fell silent.

Even the supreme beings and the Three Wu Zhou of the world were affected.

The second figure who emerged from the divine light was none other than Ke Shuai, Ke Qing Xiu. He looked at Yang Qingshan, who had undergone a transformation akin to forsaking his body and dispersing his path, and said calmly, "You’ve had your fun. It’s time to get serious."

Beneath his feet, the Four Guardian Stars were undergoing a mysterious transformation, expanding infinitely and evolving into a complete universe, existing between the realms of reality and illusion.

The Chifa Dao Ren said coldly, "Sharp tongue."

Wu Zhou’s smile grew wider, finding it incredibly interesting.

Interestingly, the true saints of all realms gave him a feeling that was not even a fraction of what the Yanhuang Federation did.

If he could assimilate all these people, it would be extremely fascinating, perhaps even leading to a scenario where Wu Zhou would contend with Wu Zhou for the Dao.

"Three Enclosures and Four Symbols Great Array?"

Wu Zhou glanced at the area of the Four Guardian Stars, immediately recognizing the great array embedded deep within. He laughed, "You young ones are as resourceful as ever. What’s your trump card, He Donghuang? Or Mu Shitian?"

"If you don’t reveal your trump card soon, you won’t have the chance."

Ke Qing Xiu ignored him, turning and walking into the battlefield evolved by the Four Guardian Stars, saying without turning back, "Come in, I’ll cut you down."

Wu Zhou tsked, "Such a little person, such big talk."

The Chifa Dao Ren remained expressionless, and with a gesture, the four Slaying Swords hummed and surged with kill intent!

They were of such high status that they would never follow others; they would break through the array by force.

Just as they were about to act, Shi Zun intervened, stopping the Chifa Dao Ren. He said calmly, "He is tracing the origins, searching for the traces of He Donghuang from the past. If possible, capture the disciples of He Donghuang first."

"The disciples of He Donghuang?" The Chifa Dao Ren’s gaze fell on a certain area.

It happened to meet Wu Zhou’s gaze.

The latter narrowed his eyes, his smile becoming more dangerous.

"Leave this one to me."

The Chifa Dao Ren said coldly, "Can you break through the Reverse-all-Life Great Array?"

Wu Zhou’s eyes reflected the myriad scenes of the Yanhuang Federation, every detail of its territory, and the intricate paths of every wish force, all clear and distinct.

Such meticulous planning was truly "exhausting effort."

Wu Zhou said calmly, "These young ones have prepared for so long. How could they let us do as we please? Haven’t you noticed? They are using the heavens and earth as a chessboard, aiming to finish the unfinished game from ten thousand years ago."

The Chifa Dao Ren’s cold snort seemed to bring a cold current, freezing the void and causing all things to wither and die.

"Meaningless."

Ten thousand years ago, they suffered a crushing defeat, leaving only a remnant game. Could they win today?

Wu Zhou remained silent, his gaze penetrating the Federation, calculating the traces of Mu Shitian.

Compared to focusing on He Donghuang’s movements and trajectory, Wu Zhou was more concerned with Mu Shitian.

Hundreds of years ago, the Mu Family of the Yanhuang Federation, in conjunction with the government, had once conducted a search for Mu Shitian’s traces.

In the end, they truly summoned a lingering thought of his from the world.

But he refused to take residence in the Shengmiao (Altar of Gods) and left alone, his destination unknown.

As he had suspected, this lingering thought still remained in some corner of the world.

Its absence made Wu Zhou uneasy.

At this moment, Wu Zhou suddenly looked at the area where the strong beings of the various realms were gathered.

At this time, the strong beings were still on high alert.

Because even now, the leader of the Four Demons, 01, had not revealed his true form!

Similarly, on the Federation side, only the four divine masters had appeared, and only Yang Qingshan had taken action. Many of their other methods remained unseen.

Both sides were still in the process of probing each other.

What most surprised the many supreme beings was that the four divine lords of the Federation could actually engage the Four Demons for a few moves, relying on the intent of the Greater Universe and the support of the Great Array beneath their feet.

Even though the current Wuzhou and Yan were not in their complete forms, it was enough to send shockwaves through the crowd.

It was as if the latter two had traveled far, arriving in a strange land and were still adapting to the local "customs and traditions."

At this moment,

Wuzhou's voice echoed in each of their minds.

No one knew if Wuzhou was saying the same thing to everyone, but many people's expressions clearly changed.

The fact that these supreme beings could not help but reveal their emotions spoke volumes about the "seductive" nature of Wuzhou's words, which struck at the heart of the Three Saints.

An ancient being sitting on the Altar of Gods coldly snorted, casting a cold eye and sneered:

"You fools, you won't follow in the footsteps of that wicked beast, Wuzhou, will you?"

The crowd remained silent, but they all stared intently in the direction of the Four Guardians' Star, tracing the flow of destiny and time, yet still found nothing.

Wuzhou's words a moment ago were simply this: "Would you all be willing to join me in transcending?"

Though brief, they struck directly at the heart of the Three Saints.

"To break this Reverse-all-Life Formation, either enter the Four Guardians' Star to destroy the central hub or destroy the foundation of the formation."

"Choose either of the two array eyes; it's difficult in a way, but also not difficult," said the old ancestor of the Blood Demon Palace, who had grudges with Li Shoucheng and Qin Tianfeng in the past.

The foundation of this Reverse-all-Life Formation, of course, was the multitude of subjects of the Yanhuang Federation.

"Isn't this just as we predicted?" someone said coldly, "Wait and see, how could we possibly pave the way for the Four Demons?"

The crowd nodded slightly, agreeing with this statement.

At this moment, an indescribable, brilliant golden light erupted from the depths of the universe, piercing the heavens and illuminating the star rivers!

The brilliance of this light was like countless great suns completing their life journeys in an instant, reaching their utmost ascension, igniting themselves, and releasing all their light and heat.

A figure swept across trillions of miles of void, like an ancient divine sun burning fiercely.

"Chi Wan Yang?!"

The four Slaying Swords suddenly rang out in unison, and the Kill Intent in the brows of the Crimson-haired and Blood-cloaked cultivator surged, showing unprecedented hostility towards the newcomer.

However, this figure did not even glance at the Crimson-haired and Blood-cloaked cultivator, yawned, and took a step into the depths of the Four Guardians' Star.

Seeing the surging Kill Intent of the Crimson-haired and Blood-cloaked cultivator, Wuzhou frowned.

In the past, it was this former ancient sun god who caused Yan to suffer the first "loss of Dao power" in this realm.

He did not expect the Yanhuang Federation to find even this person.

"You and Shi go together; I will provide support from outside."

In an instant, Wuzhou changed his strategy and transmitted his voice.

The Crimson-haired and Blood-cloaked cultivator did not hesitate, the four Slaying Swords circling his body, and he took a step into the battlefield of the Four Guardians' Star.

Suddenly,

A long blade, the sharpest in the universe, greeted him, slicing through the chaos of heaven and earth, the Yin and Yang, and the Five Elements, directly targeting the Crimson-haired and Blood-cloaked cultivator's Dao path!

This was the Heavenly Blade!

Boom!

The great Dao of the universe resonated, and an unimaginable shock wave spread out.

...

In another battlefield,

A gigantic hand spanned the river, sweeping across the endless Flow of Time, moving upstream through ancient history, searching for traces left by someone in the past.

"Hmm?"

This upstream journey alarmed many beings in the Flow of Time.

Even though the True Saints and powerful beings could not casually reverse time, they could already sense the changes and ripples in the river.

Some tried to block it, but none could stop the advance of this great hand, only watching helplessly as it continued upward.

At this moment,

A massive foot stomped down!

Boom!

The river suddenly surged with waves, and an indescribable roar echoed through the river.

The great hand attempting to move upstream was kicked out of the Flow of Time, falling to the mortal world.

An ancient and sacred figure suddenly broke through the barriers of time and space, falling into the present world!

The moment He appeared,

A sharp cry resounded through the universe!

It was a golden fierce bird, suddenly opening its eyes in the deep Soul Ocean, its golden eyes brighter than lightning, easily stirring up vast sea waves with its wings, and rushing into the present world.

In an instant, heaven and earth shook, the sky crumbled, and this ancient Golden Peng, moving faster than the speed of thought, pounced on the 01 True Body that had fallen into the present world!

The situation became tumultuous in the blink of an eye.

The moment Wuzhou sensed the aura of this ancient Golden Peng, his expression changed for the first time:

"Mu Shitian!"

In the past, Mu Shitian had subdued a golden peng, the ancestor of many worlds, and made it his guardian!

(End of Chapter)

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