Chapter 353: Slaying the Supreme, the Immortal Bell Shows Its Might

Without a doubt, that was a fierce battle. Faced with the trial of life and death, the Purgatory Emperor inevitably launched his most terrifying assault, even igniting his imperial blood to the utmost sublimation! Yet the result was still defeat, crushed and slain by the Chaos Sacred Embryo.

A master of the Underworld, an ancient supreme expert who once ruled the world as a Royal Dao adept, was simply slain by Yang Zhu like that.

"The Imperial Son is divine and mighty, unparalleled, shaking ancient and modern!"

"The descent of the Chaos Sacred Embryo is a glorious chapter written by the Supreme Azure for humanity to return to its peak!"

"Plunk" sounds joined together, countless beings bowed and worshiped, devout and sincere, as if paying respect to deities.

Yang Zhu had not yet proven the Dao, yet he possessed the power to slay the flawless ancient emperor; people could not imagine what a prosperous age would dawn if the Chaos Sacred Embryo ever proved the Dao—it would likely be even more glorious than the era of the Wushi Great Emperor.

Just thinking about this, who wouldn't feel their blood boil and their spirit surge? "Buzz!"

"My wounds… actually healed!?"

A wisp of immortal light flowed, slipping from Yang Zhu's fingertips, carrying the Wushi Secret Technique, it entered the void and soon struck the deepest depths.

Purple-gold blood qi swept across; wherever it passed, every evil influence, as if touched by the power of becoming Dao, turned to ash in an instant, not wasting existence.

"As expected…"

"Hiss!"

"Boom—"

In the Immortal Mausoleum, a vast white expanse, as if something had exploded—that was an immortal tomb like a towering ten‑thousand‑zhang mountain, now split apart.

But if the beings inside are truly forced to that point, they will surely launch a full‑scale counterattack.

At this moment, a sense of sincerity arose.

Back then, even if the Desolate Heaven Emperor came, he'd be seized and forced to do two days of hard labor.

"Bang!"

"Thud!"

Yang Zhu appeared on the battlefield, instantly causing an uproar among all, especially the Heavenly Court officers, as divine light shot up from their heavenly crowns and fighting spirit rose.

Immediately, those cold eyes regained their gleam, immortal mist surged, and an inexplicable greed and fervor arose.

"Pfft!"

Her voice was cold, almost like a roar; Yang Zhu made a move, forcing her to emerge prematurely.

An uproar spread across the world, all tribes trembled, shocked by the methods of the Wushi Great Emperor.

Many people shouted Yang Zhu's name; just moments ago, Yang Zhu walked through the forbidden zone and slew a supreme being—a scene they naturally witnessed with their own eyes.

The Wushi Bell stirred again, and a towering figure vaguely appeared, exerting pressure over the nine heavens and ten earths, its back turned to the crowd.

"..."

"Your blood? Forget it—too ordinary."

"Pfft!"

"Even the Purgatory Emperor was knocked flat by the Imperial Son—how can you hope to stand against us?"

The Immortal Seed is ancient and simple; it can span millions of miles of heavenly rivers, containing mountains, rivers, humans, gods, birds, trees, and the cosmos—its aura is vast, its Dao rhythm perfectly natural, like a supreme immortal artifact.

The Immortal Matriarch's eyes dimmed; she lowered her gaze to her arm, where a layer of purple‑gold radiance clung, carrying the breath of ages, siphoning away what little lifespan she had left.

Upon arriving, he spoke no words, brandished his Heavenly Blade, and a surge of colorful immortal light burst forth as he slashed down from the air.

The Heavenly Blade, peerlessly sharp and mighty, shattered whatever it met, wilted the sturdy; a thunderous roar echoed, and a expanse of billions of stars exploded, turning into a shower of light that dissipated.

"Boom!"

Yang Zhu gazed upon the battlefield below; a current of purple‑gold blood qi spread, sweeping all, pure and holy, brimming with a life force as vigorous as an ocean.

"Supreme Immortal Bell!"

By contrast, the Immortal Matriarch staggered back six steps before steadying herself; her aura instantly waned, and her already withered countenance grew even more unpleasant to behold.

No wonder—even the Undying Heavenly Emperor would avoid a direct clash; a single immortal artifact left behind is enough to suppress and slay an ancient supreme being.

"Bang!" Under the horrified gaze of all, the Immortal Matriarch was upended by a palm, hurled tens of thousands of feet high, coughing up blood incessantly.

The Wushi Bell trembled lightly, gradually shrank, withdrew its boundless pressure, and flew back to Yang Zhu's Immortal Terrace, there to rise and fall.

"It's time to end."

Finally, the former Dao‑proven entity lurking in the Immortal Mausoleum was beaten to death by the Wushi Bell on the spot and thus fell.

In a mere instant, many people's injuries actually healed—some whose bodies had been half‑cut off were miraculously restored……

He returned to the Immortal Mausoleum, opened his divine eye, and discovered that three ancient supreme beings still lay in slumber within.

Before Yang Zhu could strike again, the Immortal Bell tolled softly; the Wushi Bell shot out from his Immortal Terrace, rapidly expanding to billions of zhang in height, pressing down upon the entire cosmos.

Everyone's bodies trembled, legs went weak; under that unmatched pressure, many collapsed to the ground, nearly suffocating.

"I'll slaughter you all, leaving not a scrap of armor, or I won't quell the fury in this emperor's heart!"

Yet the vast ancient mine had fallen into deathly silence; Yang Zhu is no mere Great Accomplishment Holy Body—he is the true existence capable of slaying the ancient great emperor! "Just so."

"Hah, the Big Dipper really isn't a place for people— not only do prodigies emerge in droves, but so many terrifying supreme beings lurk, as we gaze upon the vast star‑field."

"The Imperial Son has arrived; this campaign is now a foregone conclusion!"

The Immortal Matriarch emerged into the world; she was the first female to prove the Dao, once gorgeous and unrivaled, now her face is withered, even ugly.

"Even a broken‑spined dog dares to covet the Imperial Son's precious blood—today I will suppress and slay you!"

At the battle's center, the white mist clashed with the purple‑gold blood qi; divine light flooded the cosmos, leaving people unable to discern the situation.

Yang Zhu came from the depths of the universe; in a few steps he crossed countless star systems and returned to the Big Dipper.

As it gave a gentle chime, a beam of ten‑thousand‑zhang immortal light burst forth, instantly shattering the deepest Yama Palace, erasing its Dao markings completely.

"Ding!"

The Black Emperor wore a Divine Refining Vessel on his head; in his frenzied slaughter, a flick of the Ultimate Dao Imperial Weapon erased all enemies within hundreds of miles in an instant.

He shouted loudly; reflecting that the Great Emperor's parents were both caused by the Underworld, he grew especially enraged and went on a killing spree.

Yang Zhu's conduct naturally aimed to draw out any restless supreme beings, to wage a great war with them, and thus bathe in supreme blood while sweeping all before him.

All aura was stripped away in an instant, and they fell dead on the spot.

"Who is the blade at the end of the Immortal Path? At first sight, the Wu Shi Dao turns to emptiness!"

On the Northern Dipper, some extraterritorial beings trembled with fear, extremely terrified.

Yang Zhu paid no attention, gripping the Chaos Holy Sword, its peerless sharpness; after a soft sound, the Heavenly Blade had already been swung out.

Countless Chaos Mist again shrouded; struck nine times in succession by the Immortal Crone, even the Imperial Dao insignia were largely destroyed, and the aura waned to near exhaustion.

Even the nether soil of this place, after being baptized by the blood qi of the Chaos Holy Fetus, the deathly aura dissipated, no longer bearing that ominousness, and instead gained a mysterious sanctity.

At that time, for the myriad races of the universe, it would again be a great disaster. Finally, Yang Zhu left a remark, turned and departed; with a single step he entered and arrived outside the Immortal Mausoleum.

"Pfft—"

A soft sound rang out; a quasi-Emperor peak heroic spirit, born from countless mountains of corpses, had not yet had a chance to emerge, was pierced through by the Immortal Light.

She tried to remove it, but that blood qi contained a forbidden power; even an existence of her level could not easily erase it.

"It is the Imperial Son! And also the Lord of our Heavenly Court!"

Now taking action, undoubtedly it is the Wushi Great Emperor pressing down with a single hand; how could one escape?

She raised her withered arm, grabbed the stars filling the sky with one hand, kneaded them into a ball and threw it out; instantly it fell like a sea of stars covering down.

The impact of Yang Zhu's arrival was undoubtedly huge.

However, the Heavenly Court's side was completely different; sacred Immortal Light shone down, falling upon each soldier, like heavenly auspicious omens.

"Really afraid," she would turn her back at the slightest mishap.

The Wushi Bell trembled, countless Chaos Immortal Qi enveloping, like the myriad heavens sweeping down; with just one strike it shook the Immortal Crone until her body split, almost shattering.

Yang Zhu gazed at the spot where the Immortal Crone fell, slightly shook his head, too lazy to even bother with this immortal body.

"Boom!"

Duan De, big or small, wore a black vat on his head; with each opening and closing, tens of thousands of foes turned to ash, devoured by the Heaven-Swallowing Magic Vat.

Overbearing and domineering! "Do you really think the ancient supreme is a soft persimmon?!"

That day, Yang Zhu Fengbie arrived at several other life forbidden zones, without exception encountering no obstruction; the ancient supreme was moreover unusually quiet.

That was a shocking scene; wherever Yang Zhu's qi and blood passed, enemies were utterly slaughtered, disintegrating in swaths, unable to retaliate.

Facing that blade, nearly "monstrous" Heavenly Blade, the Immortal Crone's heart was horrified; forged from nine kinds of immortal metal, and she had even drunk the blood of several supremes.

At this moment, fierce warfare still rages here; casualties are countless, corpses falling one after another, including Heavenly Court troops and local nether spirits.

He returned above the Primordial Ancient Mine, calm and composed; having broken through all the way, he now craves a few great battles to pave his invincible path.

The Hun Dun Chi rose and fell; its body glittered more than the Milky Way, its Dao rhythm naturally perfect.

The Lord of the Heavenly Court is actually an Imperial Son of this ilk; many people at this moment are certain that joining the Heavenly Court will be the most correct decision of their lives!

"This is absolutely an emperor battle, too terrifying and astonishing!"

"Hehe, if I kill you, it'll be more effective than consuming ten stalks of the immortality elixir!"

With a "boom-" sound, the ancient supreme's aura spread, causing the entire Northern Dipper star region to tremble; the supreme existence within revived.

Unlike Ye Fan, he does not have a strong desire to flatten all life forbidden zones…… or perhaps the time has not yet come.

He was like an immortal deity, appearing out of nowhere, sweeping across vast expanses; so much so that later, even as powerful as the Yanluo Palace Master, none dared to approach this mighty man.

Faced with such means, even as strong as the Immortal Crone was horrified; it was rare for her to want to flee, but the Wushi Bell had long been nearly an Immortal Artifact.

A cold and majestic sound rang out, possessing supreme authority; all who heard it bowed in worship, kneeling before the Immortal Artifact of the Wushi Great Emperor.

The translucent blade cleaved the universe, striking down countless stars, descending from the thirty-third heaven, directly aimed at this life forbidden zone.

"Let you see the consequences of being too arrogant!"

The Xing Character Secret was deployed, reaching its utmost, Yang Zhu arrived instantly; a pair of crystalline fist peaks, carrying myriad heavenly powers, he threw a punch! The Immortal Crone was not afraid, she also had her own belief in invincibility, and likewise threw a punch, seeking to engage Yang Zhu in the purest duel.

Moreover, the Twelve Demon Lords, the Firewood-Chopping Old Man, the White-Haired Sword God, the Holy Prince, and Ye Fan etc., none possessed fearsome Shen Gong; wherever they passed, not even a scrap of armor remained.

Finally, Yang Zhu glanced at the ancient forbidden zone, vanished into the Northern Dipper, and returned to the netherworld.

The withered hair strands fluttered, each strand containing the Imperial Dao laws; merely a wisp of aura leaking out tore the cosmic void, causing the Great Dao to shatter.

"Screech!"

This means that regardless of the outcome of the upcoming battle, her fate is already sealed: she will fall and turn into a handful of dust.

"We have never instigated a dark turmoil; we only wish to quietly await the opening of the path to immortality."

After all anomalies dissipated, the scene in the field returned to normal once again.

On the Heavenly Court's side, at least three Imperial Weapons have emerged; even with countless nether soldiers and generals, they could not withstand, being swiftly swept aside.

However, surprisingly, the ancient supreme inside spoke, lacking the aloofness of other supremes.

"In the end, he failed to attain the Dao; before us, he is nothing but an ant!"

Only saw Yang Zhu still standing in place, his inner aura vast, his pressure shaking the universe, like a trembling sea of stars, inspiring awe.

It can be said that its power is almost comparable to that of a genuine Imperial Weapon!

"Pfft—"

Hearing that, Yang Zhu said nothing more, turned and left.

In an instant, the Heavenly Court's people were transformed; their fighting spirit surged, each launching a more terrifying offensive, killing the netherworld's army in successive retreats, unable to resist.

"Click… click-click…"

Yet her shock showed no trace; instead her tone was sharp, as a former supreme powerhouse, upon emerging she naturally had no fear whatsoever.

"This blade is too heaven-defying..."

Like a supreme deity, Yang Zhu overlooked this ancient mine, whose history stretches back beyond trace; no one knows when it existed.

It was as if the Great Dao had collapsed, the six paths of reincarnation shattered; this place's domain surged, various heaven-defying laws danced wildly, the aura so powerful as to cause suffocating dread, ravaging the Northern Dipper, sweeping across the universe.

He made no excessive movement, merely extending a single great hand, as if the three-thousand great cosmos pressed down, shattering the cosmic vacuum, destroying all existence! "Not good!"

Flattening the forbidden zones is undoubtedly to achieve lasting peace once and for all, thoroughly quelling the calamities that future generations will face.

Gu Tianshu held the Golden War Spear, advancing fearlessly; not a few five Quasi-Emperor-level Underworld heroic spirits were subdued and slain by him, blood spraying.

But Yang Zhu had no fear, confident he could suppress them with his own strength, beating them so they dare not emerge, just like his father.

Boom!

Immediately after, like an endless heavenly chasm, vast divine might surged without cease, pressing down, crushing every bit of Immortal Old Lady's bones and flesh into blood mud.

Boundless Heavenly Venerable, so satisfying, so satisfying!

Hum...

She was decisive, her fingertip slid down the Divine Pass, decisive and ruthless, directly obliterating the Imperial Dao brand on her arm.

Those so-called foundations of the Underworld, the things that make all forces tremble, before Yang Zhu, are utterly inadequate.

Puff puff puff...

The faint sounds continued, strands of foundations shattered, subdued and slain by Yang Zhu; facing the Chaos Holy Embryo wielding Great Emperor-level battle power, they were like ants, unable to even strike back.

Without the Purgatory Emperor, this place has the Netherworld Emperor holding sway; who could rival this? In just half a moment, all the heroic spirits and evil spirits on the Netherworld were refined by Yang Zhu to clean purity.

(Chapter End)