Chapter 2811

There were countless voices murmuring in his ear, but in the end they coalesced into two sentences:

"We've already said it before—next time we come out, you'd better not think you can easily dismiss us."

"Now is 'next time'."

Yes, He Lingchuan remembered. The last time he inspected the Panlong Secret Realm, the karmic dark canopy had already unleashed itself once. Even though he was the Nine Abysses Great Emperor, with the Resonant Dragon Battle Armor in hand, he was increasingly unable to suppress this power.

Today, with the boost from Panlong Yuanli, karma no longer intends to submit to him.

He had a premonition: if he tried to suppress karma as before, it would immediately turn and bite back!

The backlash of karma against him had also reached a critical point.

For karma, He Lingchuan had other contingency plans, but now they were all unusable. And karma acting up now was truly not a good time—he absolutely did not want to add another layer to the double crisis.

He could not bear it.

So he quickly communicated with karma: "I know this day will come sooner or later—I don't resist it, and I won't try to suppress you anymore. But!"

His expression was also very resolute: "Today isn't over yet, and my mission isn't completed either."

Karma's gathering let out a cold laugh: "What does this have to do with us?"

The time for negotiation had arrived: "What do you want?"

"You!" countless voices merged into a single malice, chanting in his ear, "You bear so much cause and effect, you disturb so many heavenly secrets. Now, it's time for you to reap what you sow!"

"You've waited so many years, only missing one night?" He Lingchuan said earnestly, "But this night is of particular importance to the human world."

Karma gave no reply.

It didn't care about the human world, as long as He Lingchuan settled the account.

"Let's make a deal," He Lingchuan said quickly, "Until tomorrow dawn, you may come find me—I will certainly not resist again, how about that?"

"And not flee either?"

"And not flee either."

The malice manifested by karma dissipated, and the agreement was established.

Just as He Lingchuan said, only one night remained?

Most importantly, no one could break faith with karma—it would stay by He Lingchuan's side until the very last moment.

Having resolved this trust crisis, He Lingchuan could finally ride the smoke serpent again and charge fiercely toward Bai Zhan Tian.

Yes, facing the double crisis, his solution was to first slay the Great Heavenly Demon.

Panlong Secret Realm—he couldn't ignore it; but before that, he would exert all his strength to eliminate Panlong's major internal threat!

The war of Panlong, his own war—having come this far, they could only take one step at a time, striving for the optimal solution in the present.

There was no longer any win-win situation.

This was the final scene Bai Zhan Tian saw before being toppled.

After being toppled, his left eye was gouged out by vengeful spirits, his nose was gnawed off, and hardly any good flesh remained on his body—

Even the true immortal body of Zang Xi Zhenjun could not withstand such intense karmic friction. Even Bai Zhan Tian's soul and spirit were drowsy and lethargic—not merely exhaustion, but a sign of dual decline of body and soul.

Yet he still saw that Nine Abysses had personally descended.

Why?

Nine Abysses could have originally waited in peace until the karmic flood wore Bai Zhan Tian down to death.

For Nine Abysses, this should have been the safest approach. Aside from subtracting Yuanli or the power of the Fate Divine Aspect, Bai Zhan Tian believed his own cultivation could not catch up to himself.

But Nine Abysses rushed down instead—this shows he too was anxious.

Anxious to slay Bai Zhan Tian.

Had something changed in the outside world? Had his companions made a move? Or……

Was the karmic flood controlled by He Lingchuan also about to collapse?

Moreover, was he unable to hinder the absorption of energy by the Power Divine Aspect, already exhausted and unable to continue?

Yes, trying to interfere with the operation of the Great Heavenly Demon's divine aspect—where would that be so easy!

Bai Zhan Tian had long since experienced a hundred battles—any slight clue could let him perceive the mystery; his originally ash-gray heart suddenly reignited.

Could Nine Abysses also not hold on, also wanting a quick battle?

Then so be it.

In the blink of an eye, the giant serpent lunged forward, opening its big mouth. The vengeful spirits forming the serpent's head looked more solid, more powerful.

Bai Zhan Tian faced this horrifying scene with hardly any feeling—what monsters hadn't emerged in the flood earlier? Human-like, non-human, only appearing in nightmares—everything that should be there was there.

But the two vengeful spirits charging at the very front made Bai Zhan Tian's intact eyeballs also freeze:

One was Feng He goddess, the other was Kui Fang.

These were the two heavenly gods who had just fallen on the battlefield—Bai Zhan Tian truly hadn't expected to see them again here, in this way.

However, these two heavenly gods had already turned against him and refused to recognize him; their gaze toward him was full of hatred, utterly ignoring that their true enemy was right atop the serpent's head.

They had been killed by the Panlong army, died yet still dragged into the karmic flood, subjected to the command of their killing enemies?

And standing atop the serpent's head, Nine Abysses also took advantage of the momentum to slash down with a blade.

The blade aura was icy cold and shocking, like thunder illuminating this dark world, and would become the last light Bai Zhan Tian saw before death.

Bai Zhan Tian roared loudly, suddenly flung off dozens of vengeful spirits clinging to his left arm, and seized and shattered the Power Divine Aspect!

Earlier, he had been pressed down by the flood, worn down by karma, endured all kinds of suffering—yet he had never done this. He Lingchuan only needed to see this action to know Bai Zhan Tian, even in dire straits, would not willingly submit to slaughter.

In fact, he still hid one last bit of strength:

The divine aspect was not only the gods' understanding of laws, but also part of his own solidified—

Divine power!

Where the divine aspect exists, divine power exists.

The divine aspect that Bai Zhan Tian had spent ten thousand years condensing and perfecting was now crushed by his own hand—even if he could escape death, his cultivation would plummet by a thousandfold, and thereafter he could no longer use the orange-light imprint to absorb external energy. But Bai Zhan Tian had considered this clearly—he knew he could not possibly leave intact and unharmed today; the will to resist the tiger-wing strangulation was equally firm.

It devoured the divine form, and the Bloodblade Flying Axe flared crimson once more, blazing almost as fiercely as when it had unleashed carnage beneath the walls of the Mingsha Forest stockade.

Bai Zhan Tian swept aside the vengeful spirits clinging before him in a single stroke, dragging his shattered body toward He Lingchuan, utterly heedless of the hundreds of vengeful spirits still hanging from his back.

He is Bai Zhan Tian—his life-fire unextinguished, his battle unceasing!

Seizing this final flicker of light, he would crown his life with its ultimate echoing chapter.

"Annihilation Slash!"

Not only did the Bloodblade Flying Axe glow, but his entire being erupted once more in blinding radiance, even brighter than before.

"Hu Yi, this strike is born because of you!"

This is the final strike Bai Zhan Tian grasped after being swept into the torrent of fate, tempered by karmic trials!

His insight into battle had stagnated for over a thousand years, unmoving, until this very moment—now, at life's last breath, he joyfully broke through.

Hu Yi should feel honored, then, and sink with him into eternal purgatory!

Faced with this strike, the karmic serpent took on substance, yet its form shrank—now less than a tenth of its original size.

Concentration is essence.

But beneath Bai Zhan Tian's axe-wind, the serpent's body still dissolved, countless vengeful spirits vanishing into ash and smoke.

By comparison, He Lingchuan's blade-light lacked such brilliance.

Yet he steadfastly met the axe-wind at its fiercest.

It was over—he still bore a new mission, and could no longer be delayed by Bai Zhan Tian.