Chapter 2284: Trample the Mortal Realm, Charge Into the Netherworld

At a similar time, sword cultivators of the Supreme Great Sun Dao Court emerged from the Shen Zhou realm.

Their number was over eighty million sword cultivators!

The number of top-tier sword cultivators from Wu Jin Kong Kong who volunteered to participate in this battle was one hundred million!

To cultivators of a certain height, this number was truly terrifying, making hearts and souls tremble involuntarily, their bodies going numb.

They understood what this meant.

One must know that the Supreme Great Sun Dao Court had endured countless bloody battles, having experienced at least three holy sword duels with survival rates as low as one in a hundred thousand or even lower, with far too many sword cultivators dying on the battlefield—nine deaths to one life could not describe such a cruel battlefield.

Logically, they should have already frightened ninety-nine percent of all living beings in the world.

The sword cultivators who volunteered to sign up for this nine-deaths-one-life battlefield were the superlative elites among sword cultivators, extremely precious wealth, and the most important foundation of any sword dao power.

Their numbers were too few, too few, so their sword dao will must not be underestimated.

Yet, merely hundreds of thousands of years later, the Supreme Great Sun Dao Court could effortlessly pull out a hundred million superlative sword cultivators who volunteered to enter the holy sword duel battlefield!

This is the sword cultivator's prosperous age of this era.

"Kill kill kill!"

"Hahaha……Since ancient times, deep affection, but nothing more!"

"My true self's sword breaks all! Shatters all! Kills all!"

Sword cultivators laughed ferociously.

Eighty million sword cultivators broke through the Three Realms Great Formation of the Shen Zhou realm, killing into the exposed formation nodes, killing into layer upon layer of formations and military arrays!

Under the sword's fall, cultivators of the myriad clans' heavenly court died in droves, bodies shattered, blood, viscera, and severed limbs scattered.

Firelight burst forth, and the domain of the myriad clans' heavenly court became a sea of blood!

These eighty million sword cultivators had never known what a military formation was; this was not a strictly disciplined army, but rather their personal holy sword duels.

Eighty million sword cultivators scattered across the boundless starry expanse, freely choosing what they believed to be the best battlefield, each alone entering the domain of the myriad clans' heavenly court, each alone facing enemies numbering tens of thousands to hundreds of millions times their own, gradually approaching the true essence of sword dao amidst endless blood and wails!

They were but one in eighty millionths.

Yet they were also the sword cultivators ranked among the top one hundred million in Wu Jin Kong Kong!

How many living beings, how many geniuses, how many peerless heavenly prodigies does Wu Jin Kong Kong have?

And they are ranked within the top one hundred million!

Thus, one can imagine how terrifying they are.

Even if any random foot soldier among these eighty million sword cultivators were not a nobody, but a renowned immortal path powerhouse who had spent countless ages, achieved countless feats, whose talent once shone across vast starfields, and who had made countless billions of living beings pay homage and worship.

This is what an ordinary human sword cultivator on today's battlefield is like.

They came here, they broke through the Shen Zhou great formation, they killed into the domain of the myriad clans' heavenly court, they freely slaughtered, one sword breaking a hundred million armies, one sword shifting battle across dozens of light-years.

Sometimes they laughed loudly in the bloody rain, releasing pent-up sword duel desires after many years of suppression;

Sometimes they said nothing, dying like weeds in the hands of mighty warriors from the myriad clans' heavenly court who came rushing, their sword dao judgment insufficient, their luck also lacking, thus ending their sword dao;

Sometimes they achieved a sword dao breakthrough amidst wild laughter, rising to a higher level, their realm advancing, being promoted to quasi-emperor……

All kinds of scenes, myriad and strange.

This is the brilliant life of a sword cultivator.

The only thing clearly visible is that, in an extremely short time, numerous fine black dots suddenly appeared on the Three Realms Great Formation of the myriad clans' heavenly court's star domain, these black dots spreading at a collapsing speed, frenziedly expanding—these were formation foundations being destroyed, one by one, the heavenly soldiers and generals guarding the formation nodes being slaughtered to the last by sword cultivators!

If this continues, at most tens of thousands of years, the entire great formation of the myriad clans' heavenly court's star domain will completely collapse!

Then, the final decisive battle will come ahead of schedule!

"Like this!"

"This cannot go on like this!"

Quasi-emperor Yán Luó fell into panic, shouting loudly.

As a quasi-emperor cultivated with focus after arriving in the Three Realms as the true immortal child of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, he was very close to the true immortal child, knew much of the big picture, and knew the terrifying consequences if this situation continued.

That is, the Supreme Great Sun Sword Immortal Child would consider the Three Realms too weak, with no need to continue expecting anything!

All this, merely because the sword cultivators of the Supreme Great Sun Dao Court entered the battlefield!

These sword cultivators were too mad, too terrifying.

"Activate the Three Realms Double Layer Formation!"

"Yán Luó's Netherworld!"

Quasi-emperor Red Thread and Quasi-emperor Wēi Zǐ Shū Chéng, feeling the same, spoke in deep voices.

If the Three Realms lose the battle, they must die, Wēi Zǐ Shū Chéng must die!

He is bound too deeply to the true immortal child of Myriad Laws, having inevitably killed too many Dao Court cultivators in past wars, and after the war will certainly be purged, with no luck to be had.

Boom—

Boom……

The three commanders of the Three Realms, second only to the true immortal child, holding the order flags bestowed by the true immortal child, waved them violently, as countless heavenly soldiers and generals of the heavenly court roared in response, the heavenly dao starry expanse trembling without cease.

At this moment, the vast domain of the myriad clans' heavenly court seemed to instantly invert.

As if a three-dimensional world were rumbling and turning, overlapping, replacing—from white clouds, stones, grasses and trees, animals, humans, and so on, everything instantly changed its appearance, the sky becoming dim and hazy.

Heavy yin qi, piercingly cold yin.

The Huang Quan River descended from all directions, carrying individual sobbing, wailing souls.

In the distance, even more, a series of vast, boundless bronze palace worlds descended, numbering in tens, each bronze world immensely majestic and heavy, the center of the world, where countless souls hold reverence.

The name of the foremost bronze palace world is Yán Luó's Hall!

Ox-headed and horse-faced, Meng Po, judges, little ghosts……one by one, the famous beings of the netherworld appeared, numberless and boundless, each extremely furious, roaring loudly:

"Living beings of Shen Zhou!"

"How dare you intrude into the netherworld without cause? We judge your yang lifespan to zero, cast you down into the eighteen layers of hell, forever denied rebirth!"

Words spoken, law follows!

At the moment the words of the Yama Judges fell, one after another, the sword cultivators who had fallen here manifested a clear-gray aura on their bodies—this was their lifespan dissipating.

Many sword cultivators fell to the ground without a sound.

They instantly became dazed and ignorant spirits, stumbling toward the Yellow Spring River.

"Hahaha!"

"This is the Three Realms' Underworld! This is the Three Realms' Underworld!"

The Great Sun Yang Mang Quasi-Emperor laughed wildly, utterly deranged.

Boom—

He was like a resplendent sun of destruction rising, transforming into a sun giant, surrounded by countless destructive rules as he charged toward the Yama Palace, each step shaking the underworld to its core, the clear-gray aura of snatched lifespan vanishing instantly.

"Underworld, too shall shatter beneath this venerable one's sword!"

Great Sun Yang Mang Quasi-Emperor, step by step, sword by sword, slew billions of underworld beings!

"Underworld!"

"Hahaha!"

"What a fine thing! Truly a fine thing!"

The Quasi-Emperors of Seven Slaughters, Burial Heaven, and Heavenly Dao, among others, human sword cultivators all laughed, raged, and cursed.

Each drew their sword and rose, like destruction suns falling into the underworld among billions of ghost cultivators, bringing slaughter, destruction, and death, brilliant light illuminating the nether realm.

(End of Chapter)