The Eternal God Emperor and the Demon Ancestor

Chapter 57 The Yuanhui Conflict 5

Jiang Tianfang's aura of darkness suddenly receded, his fierce and malevolent aura reaching its lowest point. His gaze fell on Xuan Gang Buddha Emperor, and his tone was somewhat solemn: "What a powerful palm technique."

He looked down at his shoulder; a blazing, pure Yang palm print had pierced through his holy robes and penetrated deep into his skin. The extreme Yang power burned him like a raging fire, relentlessly eroding his holy body. Jiang Tian was secretly surprised. The Primordial Realm truly lived up to its reputation as a great realm opened by three supreme beings, a place teeming with hidden talents. It actually possessed such a powerful Buddhist and Taoist expert who could force him back with a single palm strike. He had never heard of such a person before.

"Amitabha! Jiang Tianfang, cease your wickedness! This humble monk has come to confront you!"

Xuan Gang Buddha Emperor chanted Buddhist incantations, his golden body radiating brilliant Buddhist light. With a clench of his right hand, an ancient and unadorned broadsword emerged from the void. The blade showed no sharpness, yet it attracted countless sword-path rules to entwine, its sword intent condensed as if into a tangible substance, piercing the heavens. With a single slash, a dark chasm was cleaved open across ten thousand miles of void, the supremely yang and powerful sword energy traversing the galaxy, aiming directly at Jiang Tianfang's brow.

"Where did this wild monk come from, daring to block my way? He's courting death! Today I'll show you what a true representative of the Yuanhui is!"

Jiang Tianfang was furious. He had actually been attacked head-on by a Buddhist monk, which he considered a provocation. The Amo Sword was suddenly drawn, its cold, dark light surging. He blocked the attack with a horizontal strike, and a loud clang shattered stardust. The broadsword was forcefully knocked back.

He held back no longer, his body surging with dark, inky energy, transforming into a phantom of the Ancestor of the Underworld Gods, towering to the heavens and earth, its oppressive aura covering the entire battlefield. The Amo Sword fell into the giant phantom's palm, the Heavenly Sword Soul Sword Intent fully amplifying it, causing the sword to swell like an ancient sword mountain, carrying the power to shatter heaven and earth, and crashing down upon the Xuan Gang Buddha Emperor.

"Ancestor of the Underworld Gods, whose sword annihilates heaven and earth!"

Xuan Gang Buddha Emperor's expression remained unchanged. The broadsword in his hand spun like lightning, his sword moves were wide and powerful, each strike evoked bursts of Buddhist chants, and Buddhist light and sword energy merged together, extremely yang and strong, specifically designed to counter yin and evil underworld paths.

"The Demon-Subduing Blade of Breaking Rules!"

With a single strike, the figure of an ancient Buddha, towering between heaven and earth, appeared between heaven and earth. His face was majestic, and he held a Buddhist dagger. With a single slash, an absolute blank space was drawn between heaven and earth. Countless demon-slaying lightning bolts wrapped around the blade and collided head-on with the Amo Sword that the illusory figure of the Nether Ancestor had cleaved down.

Rules collided, sacred arts roared, and the powers of the Underworld Path, the Buddhist Path, the Sword Path, and the Blade Path intertwined and annihilated wildly in the void, instantly triggering a world-destroying explosion. Countless star fragments were crushed into ashes, and spatial turbulence swept in all directions.

In the Heavenly Court camp atop the meteorite belt, the Sword Master stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze piercing through the battle, landing on the simple sword of the Xuan Gang Buddha Emperor, his eyes flashing with a sharp light. He turned to look at the Xuan Dao True Buddha beside him, who appeared leisurely, and said with a hint of surprise, "It's actually the Breaking the Rules and Subduing Demon Sword created by the Fifth Ancestor when he was young. I never expected that the Primordial World could produce such a descendant of the sword path, who even possesses one percent of the profound mysteries of the sword path. Truly extraordinary."

The Breaking the Rules and Subduing Demon Blade is one of the eighteen ultimate techniques of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Path in the Kunlun Realm. It was created by the Fifth Patriarch of Buddhism before he became a god. When mastered, it is a high-level sacred technique of the supreme realm.

Xuan Dao Zhen Fo smiled slightly and put his hands together: "Senior Sword Venerable is too kind. In terms of seniority, Xuan Gang is my junior brother. It is his good fortune to be noticed by Senior Sword Venerable."

Being recognized by the strongest swordsman in the universe is an incredible opportunity for Xuan Gang. If he can receive some guidance from the Sword Master, his path in the swordsmanship will surely advance by leaps and bounds.

The Sword Master's gaze returned to the battlefield. The Xuan Gang Buddha Emperor, wielding a simple broadsword, moved with unwavering steadiness, his sword energy surging. He could hold his own against Jiang Tianfang, his understanding of the supremely yang and powerful sword intent revealing a solid foundation and exceptional talent. He then glanced towards the depths of the meteorite belt, at the leader of the Sword God Realm following behind the Divine Son Shang Fu in the Heavenly Realm faction's ranks. He sighed softly, his tone tinged with melancholy and expectation, and turned to the Xuan Dao True Buddha, saying, "Xuan Dao True Buddha, after this battle, have your junior brother come to the Sword God Realm. I intend to take him as my disciple."

The Blade God Realm is the foremost holy land for the inheritance of the Blade Way in the universe, and it is also presided over by him, the strongest in the Blade Way. However, the younger generation has never had any geniuses who can truly satisfy him. In the past hundreds of thousands of years, only Zhuo Fang, who now serves in the Space God Temple, has satisfied him. Today, he has met a junior like Xuan Gang, who has excellent aptitude, comprehension, and temperament. He is willing to form a good relationship with him and pass on the orthodox Blade Way.

Xuan Dao Zhen Fo was overjoyed and immediately replied, "Amitabha, it is a blessing for Senior Sword Master to favor Xuan Gang. After the duel is over, I will personally take him to the Sword God Realm to pay homage to Senior."

Upon hearing this, several Boundless Realm Gods from the Heavenly Realm all frowned, revealing their displeasure. Xuan Gang, born in the Primordial Realm, was destined to be an enemy of the Heavenly Realm factions. If he were to be accepted as a disciple by the Blade Sovereign, it would be detrimental to the Heavenly Realm's plans. However, they were wary of the Blade Sovereign's strength and status. As a giant of the Western Universe and one of the Heavenly Realm's most powerful allies, the Blade Sovereign, despite his displeasure, dared not speak out against it.

The Sword Master paid no attention to the expressions of the gods in the Heavenly Realm. He nodded slightly and cupped his hands to the True Buddha of the Profound Path, thus settling the matter.

"The appointed time for the duel is almost here."

Mingde stood at the forefront of the Heavenly Court's camp, sensing the passage of time. A faint smile played on his lips as he waved his hand. A vast sea of ​​spiritual energy surged forth like a tide, covering the entire asteroid belt.

In an instant, the stars shifted and countless shattered stars were forcibly merged and reshaped by him with his spiritual power, transforming into thirteen battle stars spanning hundreds of thousands of miles, suspended in the void as the stage for the final duel.

"With everything in place, the great wave of life will wash away the sand, and only those who ultimately step onto the stage will have the last laugh."

Mingde's gaze fell upon the Hell Realm's main camp. No sooner had he spoken than a tall, imposing divine figure stepped forward—it was none other than the Wrathful God Venerable. He rode a ferocious, towering wolf, with a host of immeasurable realm gods and kings from the Temple of Destiny flanking him on either side. The leaders of the ten races of the Hell Realm emerged from the camp one after another, their divine forms and dharma bodies fully manifested. A terrifying aura filled the entire galaxy, pressing down on the cultivators of the Heavenly Saint Realm, making it difficult for them to breathe.

Mingde's gaze swept over them, his smile widening: "Oh ho, quite a few familiar faces."

The lineup dispatched by the Underworld this time is truly magnificent, even more so than the battle of the Boundless Divine Sea. Yan Renhuan, the patriarch of the Yama Clan, Qing Cang of the Death Clan's Tiannan Life and Death Ruins, Wu Bian, the Dark Palace Master, Wen Zhiren, the Underworld Palace Master, Xuan Tian, ​​the Undying Blood Clan's War God... all are giants whose names resound throughout the universe.

Mingde looked at the leader, the Wrathful God, and said with a hint of mockery, "Wrathful God, are you ready? Thirteen duels, in my opinion, given the current situation on the battlefield, there's no need to continue. Just hand over the items, lest your Hell Realm lose a few more prodigies."

Upon hearing this, the gods of the Temple of Destiny glared angrily, their fury burning. However, looking around the battlefield, they found the Great Sage of Hell's performance utterly inadequate, and for a moment they were speechless in their rebuttal.

The three Yuanhui representatives of the Hell Realm possessed combat power far exceeding that of their contemporaries among the Great Saints of the Heavenly Court Realm. However, who could have imagined that the Primordial Realm would suddenly emerge, producing several top-tier mortal Great Saints whose combat power was so formidable that, aside from the Yuanhui representatives, almost no one in the Hell Realm could rival them? Consider this: of the four peak demigod geniuses of the Dark Temple, only one remains—how tragic!

The Wrathful God remained calm and unmoved, saying indifferently, "Mingde, don't be too happy yet. Let's see how these juniors fared."

His gaze fell upon the main battlefields raging across the asteroid belt, where the situation was already clear. The asteroid belt battlefield had long since coalesced into four main battlefields: the Yama Clan's saints facing off against the combined forces of the Heavenly Dragon Realm, the Ancient Civilization World, and the Four Realms of Music, Chess, Calligraphy, and Painting, led by Xue Renxian; the Lower Three Clans' combined forces fighting to the death against the Heavenly Realm's faction-led combined forces; the Middle Three Clans' combined forces battling fiercely against the various realms of the Eastern Universe; and the Upper Three Clans launching a powerful attack on the various realms of the Northern Universe.

Among the three representatives of the Hell Realm, Yan Fuxu and Xue Renxian were locked in fierce combat, with no clear victor yet; Ni Xuan Wuji was repelled by a group of powerful figures from the Primordial Realm and retreated back to the allied forces of the three lower races, where he fought alone against several peak demigod mortal experts from the Pangu Realm; while Jiang Tianfang was tightly entangled by Xuan Gang Buddha Emperor and Huang Xianlu from the Primordial Realm, and other experts from the Primordial Realm had already arrived to provide reinforcements, making the retreat of the Hell Realm allied forces irreversible.

The gods of the underworld all wore extremely gloomy expressions. No one had expected that the newly opened primordial world would produce so many prodigies and geniuses. It seemed that the Ferocious God Lord would most likely not be able to return this time. Yan Renhuan, Qing Cang, and other giants each had their own plans, only wanting to send their faction's disciples into the Ferocious God Palace as soon as possible to seize opportunities.

On the other side, the battle between Yanfuxu and Xue Renxian has reached a fever pitch.

"The Palm of Ten Thousand Souls Yama!"

Yan Fuxu roared, unleashing one percent of the profound power of his palm technique. Demonic light soared into the sky, and a phantom of a ten-thousand-mile-long demon god materialized. With a single palm strike, countless souls howled, and malevolent energy swept across the surrounding area. Caught off guard, Xue Renxian was blasted back hundreds of miles by the palm strike, his holy body trembling slightly.

"Sword Twelve!"

Xue Renxian steadied himself in the void and unleashed the Heavenly Sword Soul without hesitation. He activated the profound meaning of the Nameless Sword Manual, and Sword Twelve was unleashed with a thunderous roar. A sword shadow ten thousand miles high tore through space, its speed reaching its limit, piercing through layers of defense and precisely striking the sacred body of Yanfuxu.

The supreme Dharma body that Yanfuxu was so proud of shattered in response, and golden holy blood rained down, staining a patch of starry sky red.

Despite his damaged body, Yan Fuxu's eyes gleamed with even greater ferocity, his killing intent soaring to the heavens. Holding his silver halberd horizontally, he poured all his holy energy into attacking Xue Renxian once more. The silver halberd danced like an ancient silver dragon surging, its primordial Yama energy invincible, sweeping across the void.

Xue Renxian held his sword firmly, his sword intent and sword soul perfectly united, condensing into a blood-red sword domain that devoured all the offensive moves of Yanfuxu. The world-destroying demonic energy spread out, colliding and annihilating with the Primordial Yama Qi, and the two were once again locked in a stalemate, unable to determine who was superior.

Not far away, Yan Liang, the second prodigy and fourth young master of the Yanluo clan, gently waved his feather fan, gazing intently at the battlefield with a deep look in his eyes. His expression was calm, and he showed no surprise at the peak combat power of the two.

Han Li, the strongest figure in the world of books, fixed his gaze on Yan Liang, his heart filled with inward vigilance. He still hadn't figured out the true nature of this fourth young master of the Yanluo clan. The two had fought before, ending in a draw, but he always felt that Yan Liang had never used his full strength. If that were true, Yan Liang's true combat power was probably no less than that of Yan Fuxu.

"Xue Renxian, time is almost up. Let's settle this with one move, shall we?" Yan Fuxu swept his silver spear, forcing back Xue Renxian's longsword, and shouted in a deep voice.

Xue Renxian looked up at the sky above the meteorite belt. Dark, oppressive divine clouds pressed down, and all the gods of Heaven and Hell were watching the battle. He knew that a swift victory was necessary, as there would be many more tough battles to come. He also understood that with his own strength, it would be difficult to completely destroy Yanfu Ruins, especially with the thousands of Great Saints of the Yama Clan present. His own forces were simply no match for the Yama Clan's army.

"Alright, let's settle this with one decisive move!"

Without further hesitation, Xue Renxian unleashed his full holy power, unleashing the full force of the "Heaven and Earth Sword Annihilation" holy intent. The sword light covered the heavens and earth, and the strongest killing move of the wordless sword manual was unleashed.

"Sword Thirteen!"

With a single sword strike, a fine drizzle began to fall from the void. Each raindrop was a concentrated sword aura, its sharpness piercing the heavens and causing all the holy swords present to tremble and emit mournful sword cries.

Yan Liang's expression changed drastically, and he exclaimed in alarm, "Oh no! It's Jian Shisan! Brother, be careful!"

Yan Fuxu also felt the terrifying sword intent that annihilated all paths. His hair stood on end, and he dared not hold back in the slightest. He poured out all his cultivation and unleashed the ultimate technique passed down by the Yanluo Clan.

"The Hell of Yama!"

A hellish world filled with evil and death appeared out of thin air, with churning hell energy and howling ghosts and gods, trying to resist Jian Shisan's endless sword light.

Among the spectators, the War God Xuantian frowned, puzzled, and asked, "The Yama's Hell can only be mastered by cultivators who simultaneously cultivate the Dao of Space and the Dao of Origin. Yanfuxu is merely a master of space and has not cultivated the Dao of Origin, so how could he possibly use this technique?"

The Yama Clan's Ya Zun, with a solemn expression, explained, "Yama Hell does indeed require the cultivation of two paths simultaneously. The fact that Floating Ruins was able to be cultivated was thanks to one of our clan's most precious treasures of the primordial path." He then sighed, "But even so, with Yama Hell, we cannot withstand the sharpness of Sword Thirteen."

On the battlefield, everything unfolded as Ya Zun had predicted.

In a short while, Jian Shisan's boundless sword energy surged in like a tidal wave, easily piercing through the Yama's Hell. Sword light flowed, and blood-red sword energy lotuses bloomed in the void, filling the sky with blood mist. The Yama's Holy Body was pierced by countless sword energies, riddled with holes like a sieve. His holy power dissipated, and he completely lost his fighting ability.

Yan Liang and the others immediately flew out and rescued the critically injured Yan Fuxu. Xue Renxian did not stop them; he had already exhausted himself by using Sword Thirteen, his holy power depleted, and he could barely stand.

Ya Zun gazed at the battlefield, his face filled with sighs: "Alas, I never expected that Xue Renxian could actually cultivate Sword Thirteen in the Great Saint Realm. The last person to cultivate Sword Thirteen in the Great Saint Realm was that little girl from Fallen God Island, wasn't she?"

Blood God of War stood behind the Undying Blood Clan Chief, his gaze piercing as he stared at Xue Renxian, his tone grave: "This Xue Renxian is quite interesting. With his Sword Thirteen, even I, at the Great Saint Realm, would have to be careful. In the mortal world of the Hell Realm, I'm afraid no one can withstand this sword strike."