Chapter 351: with translation of chapter title

Surprisingly, even the Divine Organization has recently taken action.

This has made the world even more curious, wondering if something big will happen soon. "Woof! Not bad, not bad, barely making do."

The Black Emperor, as one of the rulers of the Heavenly Court, who upon seeing him would not address him with a respectful "Black Emperor Sir" or "Dog Emperor"? Now he is responsible for summoning the heavenly generals of all departments of the Heavenly Court; as for the reason, he did not hastily reveal it out of caution.

Just have everyone follow his orders.

The Netherworld was once intimidated by the Beginningless Great Emperor, causing it to hide with the Heaven-Penetrating Nether Treasure for tens of thousands of years.

Now Yang Zhu is about to act against it; if he carelessly leaks the news, who knows whether they will hide again?

Know that achieving the Sacred Body Accomplished grants the qualification to challenge a Great Emperor; Yang Zhu is now at the Eighth Heaven of Quasi-Emperor, peerlessly strong, comparable to a Great Emperor in the world.

"Bang!"

Therefore, the key to victory in this battle lies in the number of peak powerhouses.

"Back when we established the Heavenly Court, I promised him I would not reveal his identity……"

Immediately after, one heavenly soldier unit after another appeared, accompanied by a blinding light, filing out from the domain gate and gathering once more.

"Hehe…… truly interesting, just relying on you bunch of ants, you also want to……"

Behind him, more than ten figures followed closely, without exception peerlessly strong, terrifying to the heavens, capable of making the ten directions of the universe tremble.

As the deep mist rolled on, in the depths of the Nether Land, nether soldiers emerged in ranks, wielding sharp mist, their eyes vacant, exuding a heavy deathly aura.

"This time we will go to war with the Netherworld and eradicate this malignant tumor!"

There is a suffocating sense of oppression!

During this half month, the Holy Prince, Pang Bo, Tong Tong, Ji Haoyue, Hua Hua and others successively returned to the Heavenly Court; even individuals of their stature were completely clueless about this operation.

Streams of qi and blood surged from the heavenly generals' heavenly spirit caps, brilliant and gorgeous, filled with boundless fighting spirit.

Over the years, he has more or less learned some secrets, knowing that everything is ominous, likely the work of the Netherworld.

In a certain region of the void, there is a tract of Nether Land, where deathly qi hangs heavy, silent as a grave, without a trace of sound, and no sunlight is seen all day.

Ye Fan appeared, his divine power mingling with sound, spreading throughout this star field, deeply entering the minds of every heavenly general.

"What are you afraid of? With this Emperor here, I will lead everyone to victory and triumphant return!"

The Heavenly Court's might is beyond doubt, yet the Netherworld is even more terrifying.

The firewood-chopping old man muttered to himself, he could tell without thinking that whoever could become the lord of the Heavenly Court must possess strength absolutely above Ye Fan's.

"That… that blue-clothed man, could he be Hua Yunfei?"

The firewood-chopping old man's words were enlightening: a Quasi-Emperor-level expert can slaughter countless cultivators of lower realms, which would be an absolute crushing.

The commotion here shook the heavens; it cannot be concealed, and soon many powerhouses learned what was happening, all feeling horrified.

Yet no one dares to underestimate this person, for in the battle of the ancient Heavenly Court's heavenly palace, it was known that this person had significant background.

At this moment, he is almost roaring, demonic qi rolling, shaking the firmament and making it tremble, his aura terrifying.

"Screech!"

"What Ten Halls of Yama, what nether soldiers and generals— at that time I'll smash them all with a single staff!"

"I say, you Ye-surnamed brat, just who exactly is the master of the Heavenly Court in this lifetime? We've reached this critical juncture, yet you still won't reveal it?"

No matter the number, they can be crushed as easily as trampling an ant, and slaughtered effortlessly!

Even powers as strong as those wielding several imperial armaments dare not do so, openly declaring war on the Netherworld, for that would invite calamity!

As the sound faded, brilliant golden light shone, and a golden scepter appeared in Yang Zhu's hand, which he took hold of.

The Black Emperor shouted, thinking of how the parents of the Beginningless Great Emperor had both perished because of the Netherworld, and he felt heartbroken.

Amid everyone's anticipation, half a month passed quietly.

Only when the gathering of people was nearly complete did the Black Emperor solemnly announce this matter.

The deathly qi flowing in the void can even affect one's consciousness, eroding the primordial spirit.

"The Heavenly Court and the Netherworld have always been arch-enemies; between their forces there's nothing to say, only one battle."

In an instant, the Nether Land was no longer silent; it completely changed its age-old appearance, everywhere covered by a vigorous life force.

The Yaochi Holy Maiden, Gu Tianshu, Zhang Lin, and the twelve demon sovereigns— not a single one of them had cultivation below the Quasi-Emperor level.

Within Yang Zhu's body, purple-gold blood qi swirled, holy and radiant; wherever he passed, all ominousness and deathly qi, as if encountering a nemesis, instantly turned into a wisp of green smoke and dissipated.

The Heavenly Blade stirred, as a divine light descended and cleaved down, chaos and yin-yang inverted, the cosmic order collapsed, and in the depths of the Nether Land, a region was leveled to flat ground.

However, before his words even finished, this Nether Land was split open, and in the void above, a spatial rift hundreds of thousands of li long appeared.

"I always feel it's still not enough."

The instant Yang Zhu appeared, the entire Nether Land fell into a deathly silence.

The Flying Immortal Waterfall appeared, a crystalline hand reached out, gripping the Heavenly Blade sideways, and then Yang Zhu stepped out from within, arriving at the center of the battlefield.

Soon after, many heavenly soldiers and generals saw a blue-clad handsome man appear, elegant and easygoing, yet exuding an invincible bearing, quite striking.

"Kill! Trample the Netherworld!"

First, a golden figure appeared, golden blood qi shooting to the heavens, sweeping across three thousand li, refining away all deathly qi in the surrounding area to purity.

Duan De stood with hands on his hips, his expression carrying a hint of playfulness.

Almost at the same time, a deep, muffled sound came from the depths of the Nether Land, as if a powerful existence had awakened, and an extremely cold aura gazed in this direction.

Beside them, the Black Emperor and Duan De exchanged a glance, neither speaking to explain.

"Whoosh!"

"Go to war with the Netherworld?"

"So what, you won't think that just by relying on you people you have the qualification to fight the Netherworld, will you?"

"Whoosh!"

This place is shrouded in various black mists, everything concealed, hidden within, gloomy and chilling, dreadfully terrifying.

Many of lower cultivation, like being hit by a heavy blow, felt the world spin, many nearly collapsing to the ground.

Before the heroes could regain their senses, the Heavenly Court's troops had already begun to stand tall, marching toward the Underworld.

Well then, this matter involves too great a karmic debt; I fear you, brat, cannot truly suppress it. We need someone with great fortune to take over, only then can we be at peace.

At this moment, he waved the black staff in his hand, looking eager to try it out.

The Divine Court and the Underworld are entirely different orders of existence; they do not belong to the same level at all.

Yang Zhu was like a living great emperor, his aura mighty to the extreme; even a Quasi-Emperor could only look up, like ants gazing at a deity.

From the depths of the Netherworld came another cold laugh; in his view, aside from Ye Fan, the Holy Prince, and a few others worth noticing, the rest were no different from ants. 'Hiding for tens of thousands of years—truly makes me hard to find.'

Go ahead and be arrogant now; I hope you can still laugh later.

Moreover, he is a genuine Quasi-Emperor powerhouse, his cultivation nearing the peak of Quasi-Emperor! 'Hum…'

The Black Emperor patted his chest, speaking with earnest conviction, his face not flushing nor his heart racing.

Their divine armor, at this moment, shone forth, divine light brilliant, amidst the intense standoff with the deathly aura here.

At this moment, the star field trembled, countless stars shaking as if they might explode at any instant, the sound moving the universe in all directions.

The black mist ceased rolling, the yin soldiers halted their advance, and even in the depths, no sound could be heard any longer.

Heh, just a Heavenly Court rebuilt less than a century ago, daring to act against my Underworld—truly ignorant and laughable.

However, Pang Bo, Li Tian, and the others laughed, their tone resolute.

Upon hearing this, many fell silent; the words were no exaggeration, for the strength displayed by the Heavenly Court now was far from comparable to that of the Underworld.

Boom!

This matter is of great importance, fraught with extreme danger; although we are old friends, I urge everyone to consider carefully before deciding—it's not too late.

Zao Laotouzi was emotionally stirred; after how many years, he had finally awaited this day, able to wage war against the Underworld, no longer needing to endure and hide.

The Heavenly Court is going to war with the Underworld? That's the Underworld—there very well may be a supreme-level being present.

I say, Black Emperor, what exactly are you up to, that even we have to be kept in the dark?

Ye Fan gazed at the many old acquaintances, yet could not help frowning; he knew well that the Underworld's inheritance spanning countless generations made its foundation so deep as to be breathless.

Waging war against the Underworld will lay the foundation for the Heavenly Court's myriad generations!

Back then, these yin soldiers were immensely powerful and eerie, their bodies suffused with a strange aura, pressing toward the Heavenly Court.

Upon hearing this, those who had previously been unaware of the news all wore looks of astonishment, shocked to the extreme.

Ye Fan hovered in midair, his Holy Body's qi and blood bewildered, he withstood all pressure, causing many to feel their bodies lighten and their discomfort vanish.

A single carelessness could easily leave one in a dire passive state, even spark a major crisis, the consequences unimaginable! 'In fact, at this level of warfare, the key to victory often lies in the number of peak powerhouses; that would be overturning.'

Even the beings deep in the Netherworld now kept silent, daring not to utter a word.

The fragmentation of the Ancient Heavenly Court is closely tied to territory; to eradicate the Underworld, root and branch, is the cherished wish of all of them.

The yellow-toothed old man stepped forward; he had many ties to the Ancient Heavenly Court, and naturally cared deeply for the master of the present age.

The Holy Prince needs no further explanation; as a descendant of the Fighting Holy Ape, he is warlike, domineering, and unyielding, almost ingrained in his bones.

For that will be the foundation of whether the Heavenly Court can truly endure.

Not bad, it's just the Underworld; I've long wanted to meet them.

Well said, you unleashed a curse that caused the late years of the accomplished Holy Body to be ominous, unaware of the harm done to the figure who once protected all beings under heaven; he deserves to die!

That person sneered, his tone so cruel it surpassed ten-thousand-year cold iron, even more chilling by multiples, sending a chill through one's bones!

In an instant, many felt a jolt in their hearts, like a prickle on the back; surely deep within lies a supreme being, whose strength is unimaginable.

Zao Laotouzi also came to join the fun.

Ye Fan informed them of the plan to attack the Underworld; as remnants of the Ancient Heavenly Court, they joined the extermination without a word.

Boom—!

With a sweep of his gaze, needing no action, merely a wisp of pressure emanating from him sufficed to slaughter tens of thousands of yin soldiers cleanly, leaving nothing.

A cold voice rang out, and instantly the black mist rolled for thousands of miles, its aura oppressive, as if a dark canopy pressed down.

'Boom! Boom! Boom…' Vast domain gates tens of thousands of zhang wide opened one after another; together with the unknown ahead, the Heavenly Court's troops stepped forward, their synchronized footsteps echoing with a regular rhythm.

Even the previous war against the Divine Court had been somewhat strained; if pitted against an Underworld behemoth of that magnitude, the intensity of the scene would be unimaginable!

Pfft…

Clad in divine armor and wielding weapons, they were valiant and fierce, their eyes blazing with fighting spirit, as if nothing in this world could halt their advance.

In silence, the Old God of the Divine Organization and the White-Haired Sword God appeared, entering the Heavenly Court.

Underworld, you shall be erased today.

Regarding this major decision, after only a brief silence, the whole crowd erupted in a thunderous shout, deafening.

Today, we shall go to war with the Underworld, and in a single moment decide victory or defeat!

Ye Fan knew this operation was of great importance; he did not inform those before him, for there were many unknown variables, hard to predict.

Beneath a certain star field, a glance revealed endless ranks of Heavenly Court troops, a vast dark sea.

……

Good heavens, it turns out we are going to war with the Underworld; no wonder there have been so many moves lately.

The late years of the Holy Body and the Source Heavenly Master are deeply entwined with you; I have been locked in a deathless feud with you all along.

The Chaos Holy Fetus ascended to the Quasi-Emperor Eight Heavens, its battle power not in the slightest inferior to a Perfect Great Emperor, worthy of being called the supreme of the universe—who could rival it? Moreover, it is the Emperor's son and grandson; the Underworld's folk know this all too well, so why has Yang Zhu come?

When exactly the Underworld was founded is lost in the mists of time; after countless ages of lying low, it has surely grown to a peak of strength.

And the one who had just spoken was even more, being split in half by a mighty blow!

The next moment, a crystal-clear heavenly blade sprang into existence, its pressure overwhelming the nine heavens and ten earths, fighting against the river of ages, utterly sharp and terrifying! 'Hiss!'

Ye Fan gave a wry smile, for over the years many have probed indirectly, eager to learn the outcome of this matter.

Boom—rumble…

The firewood-chopping old man also arrived, just as before, carrying a firewood axe on his back, his attire exceedingly simple, even describable as 'unkempt'.

Even a living ancient great emperor could possibly be slain by it!

Yang Zhu gazed forward, his voice carrying to every corner of the netherworld; he ruled the heavens and looked down upon all realms, exuding an invincible aura.

Li Heisui, Li Tian, and the others also arrived, feeling curious, but after asking for a long time with no result, they had to give up.

The difference in their strength and foundation is not even a slight one.

"What are you saying, Ye Zi? Since we've joined the Heavenly Court, we naturally won't retreat!"

"Heaven... the Heavenly Court Scepter!"

Someone recognized it on the spot, shocked beyond measure, especially the firewood-chopping old man, whose body trembled with excitement, his heart stirred by huge waves, unable to control himself.

"Who would have thought, the divine artifact that once symbolized the Heavenly Court's power would actually reappear today..."

And the White-Haired Sword God was no different; gazing at that supreme scepter, he stood dazed, his eyes even a little moist.

(I made a mistake here, will fix it later, let me think for a moment) (End of chapter)