Chapter 251

The Slay Immortals Sword Formation revived; even the slight residual power unleashed is enough to rend a slice of heaven and earth, black holes linking the universe vanish one by one, emanating a chilling dark light.

It's impossible to imagine how terrifying the murderous intent at the heart of the sword formation truly is; it's simply beyond estimation!

At this moment, the crocodile ancestor beneath the Great Thunderclap Temple, which had been raging and continually assaulting the seal, fell silent like a cicada in winter, daring not to make a sound.

The Slay Immortals Sword Formation is the ultimate imperial might of the Numinous Treasure Heavenly Venerable; its fame shakes the universe, and it is said that if activated, even immortals can be slain!

The crocodile ancestor's cultivation surpasses that of a Saint, yet he is not so foolish and arrogant as to withstand the resurgence of the ultimate imperial might; otherwise, it would be a dead end.

Boundless and peerless, invincible under heaven, sweeping across the river of time, suppressing past, present, and future!

「It's over……」

Except for the layer where the crocodile ancestor resides, all the ferocious beings sealed here were startled awake, trembling with fear.

「Why aren't you calling out? This emperor is asking you—speak! 」

The big black dog arrogantly barked loudly at the Great Thunderclap Temple.

Now his appearance is even more radiant and smooth than before, with a black gourd given by Yang Zhu hanging at his neck, giving him a somewhat imposing and noble air.

「Damn it, you wicked creature, the human imperial prince is here—do you dare act recklessly? 」

Just recalling how he had been severely wounded by the enemy and then chased for tens of thousands of li, Duan De was fuming, and he launched a friendly greeting.

If it weren't for his unusually tough life, he could barely sustain it; another cultivator of the same realm might not withstand a single blow and would fall on the spot.

「Boom! 」

The Slay Immortals Formation Diagram trembled, the world-destroying might surged, the sharp imperial killing intent struck down, and in an instant it cast aside the Eighteen Layers of Hell.

The Slay-Immortal Four Swords cleaved down a brilliant scarlet cloud, like a divine waterfall dazzling and gorgeous, its mighty aura spreading across the heavens and earth, soaking every corner of Mars.

"Ah!"

Only a miserable cry was heard; the Crocodile Ancestor's true form was hewn by imperial might, flesh and blood flying, its matchless killing intent nearly cleaving it in two.

The horrible injury spread from head to tail, the body split into two halves, only a crystal‑clear spine remained, barely connecting his two massive halves.

"You should know this day would come."

Yang Zhu's black hair flowed like a waterfall, his eyes deep, yet without a ripple.

After the Slay-Immortal Sword Formation united and recognized him as its master, using it became ever more facile, as if wielding a heavenly blade.

"How can I say I am also a venerable, peerless great……"

The Crocodile Ancestor knew Yang Zhu would show no mercy, discarding all restraint, almost roaring; though he could be slain down to a wisp of remnant soul, he was now powerless.

The Slay-Immortal Sword Formation launched another attack, the four Imperial Swords sweeping, the crimson‑blood‑red one flying out, plunging down from the Eighteen Levels of Hell.

"Pfft!"

With a dull thud, as if something were torn apart, the Crocodile Ancestor's spine was severed by the Imperial Sword, and even his soul was worn away by a thread of imperial might.

The mighty malignant entity that had once wreaked havoc in a region and been suppressed here by Shakyamuni was utterly erased from this world, leaving not even a chance of rebirth.

The vivid, dripping scarlet sword flew back, carrying the two halves of the Crocodile Ancestor's corpse, and was casually flung like trash at the gate of the Great Thunderclap Temple.

"The Slay-Immortal Sword Formation… truly deserves its reputation as an existence capable of slaying immortals!" "Damn it, what a heavenly sovereign! Turns out this is the Slay-Immortal Sword Formation; the Imperial Sword and the formation diagram are both on par with Imperial Arms."

The big black dog and the others stared wide‑eyed, having only heard of the Slay-Immortal Sword Formation's fame but never witnessed it.

Now under Yang Zhu's control, the Slay-Immortal Sword Formation has revived, able to slay even great demons of saints, displaying its terror to the fullest! Although part of the Crocodile Ancestor is suppressed below, weakening its strength, a saint remains a saint—even diminished, it is still an immensely terrifying existence.

"Eighteen Levels of Hell, let me see what's going on."

Yang Zhu gripped the crimson Imperial Sword with one hand, venturing alone into the Eighteen Levels of Hell, while the other three swords circled close beside him.

Below it was pitch‑black as ink, never seeing sunlight year‑round, with occasional gusts of yin wind mixed with demonic qi sweeping through, deeply eerie.

Yet Yang Zhu's skin radiated divine brilliance, dragons and phoenixes chimed above his head, and supreme holy light poured down like a deity patrolling.

All the darkness was dispelled by myriad zhang of light, causing every corner here to be tinged with a layer of corner.

"……"

Whenever Yang Zhu reached a level, the evil entities suppressed there hid in the corners, trembling and daring not to make a sound.

They acted as if they had seen a ghost, shuddering and shrinking back, terribly fearful of Yang Zhu's qi and blood, as well as the four Slay-Immortal Swords.

The aura of the Saint Body Dao Embryo was more magnificent and radiant than that of the Primeval Saint Body; given their cultivation and insight, how could they not know? This was the first time they had seen a person with such a terrifying physique—even a mere wisp would seem to ignite their soul, a fierce burning sensation spreading throughout their body.

Any who lay low and made no move, Yang Zhu merely glanced at them and continued onward deeper.

However, not every level housed a suppressed fiend; some levels of hell were empty, suggesting that what had been inside had already escaped.

"Are you being too overbearing? The one who suppressed us back then wasn't even like this!"

When Yang Zhu reached the lowest level, the imprisoned ferocious creature, whose temper was extremely violent, immediately bellowed a challenge and lunged to attack him.

"Boom!" "Thud!" "Bang!"

Next, the entire Eighteen Levels of Hell shook, those seals nearly shattered; after a dozen rounds, all the breaches finally subsided.

Yang Zhu scanned around, and finally in a corner discovered a saint's skull; the rest had been completely devoured.

Judging by its appearance, that ancient saint had lain there for tens of thousands of years; back when the fiend was first suppressed, its strength was nowhere near comparable to the present.

"I mistakenly entered this place, never expecting to fall here."

Yang Zhu felt a stir in his heart, took the skull and left this place; after exiting, he buried it not far away.

"Thank you……"

Just as Yang Zhu turned to leave, a faint, almost inaudible sound reached him—it came from within the tomb where he had buried the skull.

Without giving him time to ponder, a divine sense entered his body, accompanied by endless profound and mysterious ancient characters that arose in his mind.

"Numeric Secret……"

Yang Zhu perused it and found that it was entirely the legendary Numeric Secret! As he had previously understood, the transformation of one qi into the Three Purities is a manifestation of the Numeric Secret, only that compared to the latter, the Numeric Secret is more profound.

The Numeric Secret can likewise form avatars, but unlike the One Qi Transforms into Three Purities, besides being usable for combat, it can also be cultivated together.

During this period, all gains in insight will converge upon the true self!

(End of Chapter)