Chapter 362: Heroes of the World, All Like Clods of Earth and Tiles

Chapter 362: Heroes of the World, All Like Clods of Earth and Tiles

Deep in the You Hai.

A long-dormant Buddhist realm suddenly burst into brilliance, the Bodhi trees that bridge heaven and earth awakening to support a vast Ten Directions Pure Land, an endless Buddhist realm!

In the You Hai, the radiant Buddha light layered upon layers, some like Liyu and gold, some clear and green, some noble and purple...

There were twenty-four such layers, within which floated a Dao Fruit that reflected the myriad entanglements of the mortal world!

Beneath the Dao Fruit, a figure sat cross-legged, possessing the thirty-two marks of a Buddha, the most revered being among humans and gods, the king of all sages, his aura stretching across countless eons.

Witnessing this vast Buddhist realm awakening from the You Hai, not only was Wu Zhou, who was battling Mu Shitian, solemn, but also the True Emperors of various realms.

At this moment.

In the three battlefields, the Yanhuang Lianhe seemed to have the upper hand!

Especially in the battlefield that had reached the Heavenly Man level, the young man named Ji Jingqiu alone held off all the disciples sent by various factions.

The advantages the Yanhuang Lianhe gained now left the strong of various realms in awe.

The so-called Four Mo, who were said to be invincible, were actually dragged into a disadvantageous position by the Yanhuang Lianhe, which was simply unbelievable!

No one could believe their eyes when they saw it happen!

Soon, everyone noticed that the battlefield that seemed to be nearing its end was the one against the Death Devil.

This Dao cultivator with unparalleled killing power was actually pulled into an invisible quagmire by the Yanhuang Lianhe and the returning Great Sun God, making it difficult for him to escape.

"Is there really hope of subjugation?!" someone thought in surprise.

Regardless of whether the Yanhuang Lianhe won or lost in these three battles, their fame would surely spread far and wide across the realms!

Most importantly, how much combat strength would the Yanhuang Lianhe retain after this battle?

At least for now, many supreme beings were deeply interested in the martial arts of the Yanhuang Lianhe.

Whether it would be equal exchange or plunder would depend on the Yanhuang Lianhe's subsequent situation.

This was harsh, but very real.

"It's too early to say. Do you really think the Death Devil can be suppressed by just four Pseudo-Emperors? Even four True Emperors might find it difficult to expel him," someone said coldly.

"This battle is far from forcing the Death Devil to fight to the death, but the Yanhuang Lianhe does seem to be running out of steam."

"What kind of technique was that last move by Dao Master Li?"

As the strong discussed in low voices, a group of warriors emerged from the void, their auras drawing the attention of the supreme beings.

"Tianzun?"

"Where did so many Tianzun come from?!"

The strong were taken aback.

In their eyes, Tianzun was not rare, but even in a long-standing True Emperor Dao field, it would be difficult to find so many Tianzun in one generation!

"Are these all warriors of the Yanhuang Lianhe?!"

"When did the Yanhuang Lianhe have so many strong warriors?"

As everyone was in shock, a warrior from the Yanhuang Lianhe bowed toward a certain place, his tone somewhat helpless:

"Master, I heard you allowed the disciples and my descendants to conflict, are you forcing me to come out?"

As doubts arose in everyone's minds, an old man who had been standing in a corner of the void, silent since the war began, suddenly became enraged:

"Since you've hidden well, why come out now? Fool! Truly a fool!"

"Are you forcing me to take you down myself?!"

The major figures and core disciples behind the old man looked at each other, some smiling bitterly, some puzzled, not having seen the Ancestor so enraged in ten thousand years.

Someone sighed and told the new core disciples that this was the Qingfeng Ancestor, who sat to the right of the Ancestor in the Ancestor Hall.

His surname was Lan.

The Lan of the so-called "colliding with divine power" Lan family of the Yanhuang Lianhe.

Hearing this, the Heavenly Man warriors who had previously clashed with the Lan family, all turned pale, opening their mouths but unable to speak.

Was this mess going to be blamed on the Ancestor?

It would still be blamed on them!

Earlier, the most "leading the charge" disciples now regretted their actions, thinking it was fortunate they only injured and did not kill, considering it a sparring session among fellow disciples...

Lan Bai Feng said loudly, "Master, I heard in ancient times, heroes could pave the way for all sentient beings and mend the heavens. The warriors of our Yanhuang Lianhe are no less!"

"You damn fool!" the old man raged.

...

Xuan Zhongyang, standing beside Dao Yi, suddenly fell silent, his aura fluctuating wildly, sometimes falling to the bottom, sometimes erupting like a volcano, stirring the Great Dao.

He stared at the man in the green robe and said, word by word:

"Are you dissatisfied with my order for you to sever your Tianzun Dao Fruit? Have you forgotten that your Dao foundation was flawed, and by severing your Dao Fruit and rebuilding, you will make great contributions to the Dao sect, and no one will question your status in the future?"

Di Luan looked at him incredulously. The man was clearly from the Yanhuang Lianhe, why was he still talking about satisfaction?

The man in the green robe, known as Dao Number Wan Zhou, bowed deeply and said sincerely:

"With the Four Mo eliminated, the You Hai will temporarily fall silent, and this realm will truly enter a golden age. The return of the Five Pillars in this era is not a coincidence but a necessity. Disciple wishes Master Xuan a greater future."

Xuan Zhongyang suddenly flew into a rage:

"What are you? The realms are vast and boundless, with countless recluses and sages. It's not your place to worry about the disaster of the Four Mo!

"My path to transcendence doesn't need your guidance! I can find my Dao Path by slaughtering your federation's territory!"

Dao Yi frowned, not expecting the Yanhuang Lianhe's moves to be so unexpected.

The man before him, who goes by the Dao Number Wan Zhou and is named Feng Zhouzi, was someone Dao Yi had heard of before.

This person, whether in terms of enlightenment or the Dao cultivation forged by his Heavenly Man, was the most satisfactory disciple of Xuan Zhongyang in nearly a million years.

It was never expected that he would actually be a pawn of the Yanhuang Lianhe.

Dao Yi's expression gradually turned cold. The Federation truly had remarkable tactics. Just a few Tianzuns stepping forward, willing to sacrifice themselves to suppress the Death Devil, had shaken the consensus he had previously reached with the True Emperors of various realms.

At this moment, even Xuan Zhongyang, who was once his ally, had a blank expression and ignored his transmission.

Dao Yi suddenly frowned.

Was Xuan Zhongyang really unaware all along?

The man in the green robe, named Feng Zhou, from the Yanhuang Lianhe, smiled and said:

"Establishing the heart of the world and the fate of all beings, how could we let those who carry the fire for the world freeze to death in the wind?"

"Disciple knows that Master Xuan would never do such a thing."

"These years, Master Xuan has treated me sincerely, and I naturally must repay with sincerity, though I regret that I cannot serve by Master's side for the rest of my life."

"Master Xuan, disciple is leaving."

He bowed deeply again, his gaze sweeping over the disciples behind Xuan Zhongyang, bidding them farewell. He then joined a female disciple who was also saying goodbye to her fellow disciples.

The female disciple, named Qingyi, looked back at the direction of her sect in the various realms with a hint of sadness.

Her master did not come, perhaps not wanting to see her, the rebellious disciple.

Qingyi bowed from afar, her gaze landing on Feng Zhou, her eyes soft. After ten thousand years, they could finally stand together.

They walked together towards Liu Huai and the others who were waiting for them.

Only to hear Liyu tease, "Luckily, I didn't join another sect back then, or I'd be in the same situation as you guys, parting with a heavy heart."

Huai shook his head, "It was all just a show, how did it turn real?"

Gaoxiu smiled, "Because all beings have emotions."

"All beings suffer, and emotions are the greatest suffering," the man with the Dharma Title Tian Yi said, looking at the old monk beside him with a smile.

"Having emotions doesn't necessarily mean suffering. Dao and law are emotionless, but we are born with emotions," the monk with the Dharma Title Wukong smiled.

The blue and white phoenix, who had just been scolded by his master, laughed loudly, "Master said it well!"

Qi Xuantian, who had already withered and appeared in the form of a dharma body, grinned, his eyes burning with fervor, "Fellow Daoists, I can't wait any longer, I'll go first!"

Everyone's expressions turned solemn, and they bowed, "Qi Brother, please go slowly!"

Qi Xuantian took one last look at the territory of the Federation.

To this day.

The places they remembered, the people they knew, have all changed beyond recognition.

But so what?

He stood tall, laughing as he left, "In the midst of the raging sea, the pillar stands firm; among the towering mountains, the peak stands out!"

"From today on, who dares say that our Yanhuang Lianhe is not the peak of all realms?!"

Then.

Like a leaf returning to its roots.

Or adding another piece of wood to the fire.

In the distance.

Qinglian Taoist bowed his head and muttered, "This world, patched up, will have another generation."

Those who offer flowers to mend the world today, will they be remembered by future generations?

Before today, the world did not know their names, their origins, their past, present, or future. But from today on, even just for the six words "sacrificing themselves to suppress the four demons," all beings should know about them.

At this moment.

With the various Tianzuns sacrificing themselves for justice.

Enduring the pain of their golden bodies peeling off, the Supervisor of the Army looked at a certain place and saw the young figure who had pushed aside all enemies and suppressed everything.

The young man of yesteryear, today a Heavenly Man, would likely soon become a Heaven King Master.

With such a successor, even if they left, they would have no worries.

"Kill!"

The Crimson-haired cultivator roared, shattering the star river, his killing intent overwhelming. The battle had reached a fever pitch.

They were too arrogant!!

A group of slightly larger ants, how dare they hunt a true god?!

Chiyingshuo, with his robe that had collected the power of countless stellar Great Suns, temporarily suppressed and wore down the Crimson-haired cultivator's four slaying swords.

This battle was too fierce. The sky was filled with exploding stars, and the remnants of shattered celestial bodies were everywhere. Golden blood splattered, each drop containing astonishing power, easily piercing through stellar Great Suns.

Seeing the Great Suns, filled with past Dao intent, being cut down by the slaying swords, and his past Dao fruit being quickly dismembered, Chiyingshuo did not feel the slightest bit of pain.

He continued to suppress, buying time for the Federation's sacrificial array and for everyone's farewells.

As one of the most ancient gods, second only to the Five Pillars, Chiyingshuo had personally experienced the era when all beings pursued freedom.

Back then, what puzzled him most was how a group of beings seeking so-called freedom could willingly sacrifice themselves to clear the path for future generations.

At this moment, reincarnated as a human, Chiyingshuo watched the Twelve Divine Lords one by one enter the array, and sighed lightly, "Heroes sacrifice themselves for righteousness, sages sacrifice themselves for the Dao."

With a thunderous boom!

It seemed as if the entire Greater Universe began to shake, and a primitive Dao Palace, towering above all realms and in the midst of chaos, suddenly appeared!

Chiyingshuo's expression turned serious.

This battle had finally reached its most critical point!

As the four demons who had fallen from transcendence, driving them away was already the limit. To suppress and kill them was nearly an impossible task!

Because these four had each left a trace of their transcendent Dao shape!

At this moment, the world could see the mighty figure standing at the end of the sky, holding a sword and slashing down. The sword intent suppressed heaven and earth, and a beam of crimson-golden sword light fell!

The moment the sword light was released, it filled the heavens and earth, its ferocity reaching the extreme, manifesting an endless aura of creation, destruction, and annihilation, as if it could slay all things in the world and plunge this realm into eternal silence!

Countless beings felt as if this sword was aimed at them, and could only watch helplessly as the crimson sword light "slowly" descended.

(Chapter End)

Sinking into the chaos, suppressing the myriad doctrines of the Great Universe, all things dimmed, with no possibility of resistance!

Zzzt!

It was as if a great wound had been forcibly inflicted upon the Great Universe, emitting a mournful cry!

The True Emperors of all realms were filled with immense terror!

This sword strike was too astonishing, a decisive killing technique that had already surpassed the level of the Eighth Realm!

No one could withstand it!

With the Five Pillars not present, who could possibly receive this sword strike?!

Just then.

In the boundless Buddhist realm that spanned countless eons, a majestic Buddha lay seated, his palms vast as the Great Dao, each vein in his palm representing the lifelines of all sentient beings.

He opened his five fingers, and with a silent palm, containing countless pure lands, he took the blow of the sword.

As for the price...

Being already dead, what price was there to speak of?

"Truly remarkable!"

Chiyun Huo sighed.

Deeply embroiled in Wu Zhou's battlefield, Mu Shitian could still take this sword strike for the Great Universe.

He finally saw the grandeur of the one who had taken Hela's desperate final blow ten thousand years ago!

But...

"It's not enough!"

Chiyun Huo said solemnly.

In terms of killing power, the Death Devil was several heavens above the Succubus!

Even the acknowledged leader of the Four Devils, Taiyi, was far from being qualified to compete with the Death Devil in terms of killing power.

So his last desperate counterattack would far surpass that of the Succubus!

The Sun True Emperor behind him silently rose, but was stopped by Chiyun Huo, who said coolly:

"No True Emperor in history has the right to take this sword strike; they are all like ants trying to shake a tree! You are not worthy!"

In the past, the Five Pillars, taking advantage of their home field, briefly merged with the Divine Heart, stepping into an incomplete transcendent realm, barely managing to take this sword strike.

Chiyun Huo looked up at a certain spot, his eyes suddenly deepening, and said:

"I have already seen Mu Shitian's grandeur. Now, I want to see what 'the sun rises in the east, resplendent and majestic' truly means."

Behind him, the Sun True Emperor, who regarded himself as a disciple, looked puzzled. Did the Federation have a backup plan?

What backup plan could withstand the remaining force of this sword strike?

Could Mu Shitian deliver a second palm?

But this one sword strike had already made his boundless Buddhist realm waver!

Soon, the anticipated second strike did not fall. Instead, the Reverse Ten Thousand Spirits Array suddenly linked to the Flow of Time, borrowing immense power, and barely withstood the majority of the sword strike's remaining force!

Chiyun Huo suddenly looked into the void, enraged:

"Lord Nether and the Sacred King?! When did these two return without a sound? Why didn't Taiyi warn us?!"

Chiyun Huo was equally puzzled. Was this strike not meant to fall here?

Was there a mistake? But the Federation's move clearly had a predefined purpose.

So...

Whose move was He Donghuang's, after all?

...

In the eyes of all beings, the Reverse Ten Thousand Spirits Array had taken root in the Flow of Time, borrowing immense Dao Power from an unknown source, transforming into a pill furnace and pressing the Crimson-haired Daoist into it!

The three battlefields were the first to decide their outcomes!

"Everyone! The Death Devil's main body is about to be suppressed!" Dao Yi said suddenly, his eyes blazing.

He looked at the battlefield ahead.

Now, the Federation's strong forces were suppressing the Death Devil with their own bodies, unable to withdraw their hands.

Mu Shitian, who had taken the sword strike, was still deeply engaged in the struggle with Wu Zhou. Even if he had the strength to act, it would be like a mantis trying to stop a cart!

As for Ji Jingqiu, he was just a youngling.

At this moment.

Who could stop them from entering the Four Guardian Stars to investigate?

In those Four Guardian Stars, Hela's main body might still be there!

Suddenly, a figure appeared in the Federation's territory, hands behind his back, taking a step forward without any obstruction, calmly entering the Four Guardian Stars.

"The old man from the Gate of Eternal Life!"

Some of the strong figures cursed under their breath. They were still hesitating, the Federation's grand gesture making them somewhat cautious, but this shameless old man had already moved first!

For a moment, some of them took the lead, prompting the others who were still hesitating to act in unison.

On the contrary, Dao Yi, who had planned everything, stood still, his brows furrowed.

He was thinking, was the Federation truly so "great," willing to bring peace to the world without any precautions?

For a moment.

In the Great Universe, even if taking action came with a price, many powerful beings still descended like rain.

The Dao Path, the Dao Path, made countless Supreme Beings act without hesitation, unwilling to fall behind!

...

Chiyun Huo looked at the True Emperors acting, muttering:

"So it's here."

...

Qinglian Daoist stood with his hands behind his back, facing the green-robed Sage who had entered the Four Guardian Stars, looking down on the world, and said softly:

"Brother Dao, I warned you, this will get you killed."

The latter smiled faintly: "Why scare me, Brother Dao? Today, I will not harm the Federation in the slightest, I only seek my Dao Connection."

...

"Are you not ashamed?!" Emperor Luan rebuked the True Emperors.

For a moment.

The True Emperors either surged into the Four Guardian Stars to see if there was a place close to the Dao, or to glimpse the location of the Dao Path through Hela's main body!

Some even had their eyes on the gradually suppressed Death Devil, their eyes blazing as they shouted:

"Everyone, I will lend you a hand!"

At that moment, boundless laws and principles descended, forming the Yin-Yang Taiji pattern, as the Yin-Yang True Emperor blocked the way for all.

(End of Chapter)

Yinyang Zhensheng's voice Carried a Few Shades of Sternness:

"Everyone, it's over!"

"This responsibility, you can't bear it!"

Everyone tacitly reached a consensus and jointly circumvented the ancient one.

But then came a sigh.

Another ancient Zhensheng descended, sparing no effort to use their own Great Dao to add a restraint to the Reverse Ten Thousand Spirit array.

"Shouzhen?!" Someone exclaimed, then without hesitation, turned and fled to other places.

Chaos arose in the world.

Some targeted the Yanhuang Federation, while others, regardless of benevolence, were unwilling to see their disciples' homeland fall, or perhaps purely admired the Federation's grandstand.

But the latter, in terms of numbers, was ultimately far inferior to the former.

At this moment, in the boundless Pure Land, Mu Shitian and Dao Contended, Wuzhou laughed aloud:

"Dao friend, is this the world you strive for? How laughable!"

Mu Shitian lifted his head, eyes profound, expression unchanged, and silently thought to himself:

Let not those who sacrificed today leave with regrets.

At this moment—

A sudden rumble resonated through the world!

A figure overwhelmingly powerful, overshadowing all, rose like a Great Sun over the Flow of Time, transcending the vastness of time and space, deeply etched in the hearts of all.

As if someone happened to pass by at this moment, like tracing theFlow of Time upstream, then smoothly downstream, with the demeanor of a deity, theunstoppable momentum left everyone breathless.

Seemingly Just passing through, coincidentally stopping to witness, this absurd scene, that person couldn't help but to marvel, as if witnessing the funniest joke in the world.

He laughed aloud on the spot:

"Each one of you, truly believing yourself to be invincible?"

Qin Tianfeng laughed heartily: "Less talk, hurry and come to the scene!"

At this moment.

The four divine Lords, their once intact goldenbodies, shattered at this moment, transformed into an Incense and Prayer Flood, rolling into the divine hall of the Donghuang Star, with that solemn and featureless divine image as the foundation, Resculpted in the world, or replicated a Dao form...

A true manifestation!

The fifth Divine Lord of the Federation, was thus born.

At this moment.

In the eyes of the world,

That Death devil, deeply entrenched in the Reverse Ten Thousand Spirit Array, still stubbornly resisted, attempting to break free from the array's constraints, was pressed down by a hand on its head.

That person stood calmly, one hand resting behind, the other pressing down on the death devil's head, expression calm and indifferent, slowly and irresistibly pressing it into the array's depths.

No matter how it roared, it was futile.

Everyone, whether Dao Ancestors or Zhensheng, before this scene, could not help but fall silent.

That person, nearly shattering the Greater Universe, insignificant even compared to an ant, yet radiated with a brilliance surpassing the myriad suns of the Ten thousand Yang, countless times over.

seemingly where he stood.

Everything in the world, was but a trivial backdrop.

At this moment.

He was the sole existence in the world!

"Her... Dong... Huang?!"

Someone hesitantly spoke this name, disbelief evident,

"What realm is he truly in?!"

Like a rainbow spanning the heavens, that figure dominant over the world, turned back, eyes sweeping over the realms, looking toward the elders, revealing mockery.

In the Four Guardian Stars.

Just as Qingshan and others were searching for Hela's main body, a divine blade capable of cleaving all of the heavens and earth awoke, its thunderous blade cry resonating through the Flow of Time, resounding the world, piercing the void, ultimately landing in someone's hand!

The divine blade's master, named "Xuanyi."

The man held the blade, voice calm, reverberating across countless light-years:

"Ji Jingqiu, you've seen enough, I'll teach you once."

Amid the endless blade cry, a resplendent and magnificent blade light like a Great Sun patrolling the heavens, as if severing countless aeons of past, present, and future.

In an instant.

The blade light endless, omnipresent, penetrating all, as it traversed the Flow of Time, neither beginning nor end could be seen, then in a moment converged, solely dominating the world!

The strong ones changed color.

All Daoists retreated.

All realms fell silent.

In the eyes of all.

The first to die, the Sage of Yongsheng, Qingshan.

No matter how he resisted, he was still instantly pierced through the body, nailed dead in the void.

Qingshan, the Sage of Shengren, attempting to escape, had just been cut to pieces by the blade light, forced to retreat to his true body, his majestic high Dharma image had just appeared, was then shattered by the blade light.

Subsequently, all kinds of profound techniques, all in vain!

"Ah—Everyone, save me!!"

Amid the roar, Qingshan struggled mightily, the Dao heart cultivated for countless years instantly covered in dust.

After countless years, he finally felt again what he had once felt among the myriad spirits in the mortal world...

Despair!

He Donghuang, not even glancing at this "paper-thin" Sage, suddenly sneered and looked at the present Sages:

"The heroes of the world, before my Yanhuang Federation—"

...

At this moment.

Far away, in another battlefield, a young man, leaning on a blade, stood.

He surveyed the battlefield, the heroes retreating, no one standing firm against him, and calmly said:

"All just like common chickens and dogs."

(The chapter ends here)

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