Chapter 433

What met the eye was a terrifying figure towering nearly ten thousand zhang in height.

He stood like a divine mountain piercing the sea's eye and plunging into the azure depths of the heavens.

Most remarkably, he had not turned to bone; instead, his entire body radiated a grand, immortal, and indestructible divine aura.

Yet his body was entirely suffused with a peculiar stillness, the taste of death.

The deathly qi was thick, with not a trace of vitality.

Were it not so, no one would believe this colossal being had already fallen.

Yet Zhang Jian still felt a faint unease in his heart; his gaze swept over the massive figure's surroundings, only to see countless white bones scattered everywhere. Upon closer inspection, these bones resembled those of the soul-devouring fish, though their frames were larger—some even reaching a hundred zhang in height.

Soul-devouring fish of a hundred zhang in stature.

Such soul-devouring fish likely possessed divine power not inferior to that of immortals.

Zhang Jian lifted his head, his gaze falling upon this terrifying wilderness god; a hint of solemnity appeared in his eyes, and a question flashed through his mind.

Would a wilderness god sovereign of this level really be so easily suppressed and slain?

A hint of vigilance arose in Zhang Jian's heart, accompanied by an inexplicable sudden impulse.

In the depths of his sea of consciousness, the righteous fire condensed into form, enveloping his entire body.

With a thought, his figure swiftly retreated.

Beneath the corpse of the wilderness god sovereign, the youth's powerful divine manifestation also furrowed his brow, gazing around; deep within his primordial spirit, he too sensed a hint of unease. Though his primordial spirit lacked Zhang Jian's sharpness, experience allowed him to feel that something was amiss.

"We must leave this ten-thousand-zhang space at once!"

With a soft shout, divine light began to surge upward from his body.

But in that instant, the towering thousand-zhang terrifying wilderness god sovereign suddenly revealed an invisible, eerie ripple within, which burst forth into the void like a fierce, sharp whistle shaking outward.

Countless death-gray divine patterns appeared in the void, spreading throughout the surrounding ten-thousand-zhang space.

After these divine patterns emerged, the void stagnated, and a powerful deathly impact struck everyone's primordial spirits; above their heads, a colossal death-spider diagram seemed to manifest, enveloping them like a hunting poisonous spider, with the people as insects caught in its web.

Cheng Yao, who had been about to rise into the void, also underwent a drastic change in expression; the invisible divine patterns swept over him, the divine authority condensed within his body, and even his primordial spirit was immediately shaken, giving rise to a terrifying sensation of being shrouded by death.

"A death-type divine art!"

A flash of alarm appeared in his eyes, followed by a sound like a rushing torrent surging forth; a layer of intense divine light flowed from behind him, carrying the power to purify heaven and earth, to twist and distort the great Dao of heaven and earth.

Simultaneously, within the divine light behind him, a divine radiance flowing treasure appeared.

It was also a second-tier divine immortal treasure.

This object was named the Hai Ling Zhu, a primordial essence of heavy water, refined from such top-tier innate divine objects; it was not only extraordinarily heavy, possessing the power of mountains and seas, but also inscribed with several second-tier water-attribute divine arts, granting it the ability to purify the vast seas.

Water spirit light radiated from it, as if transforming into an azure canopy that temporarily resisted the impact of the deathly divine patterns.

Though it temporarily held back the assault, Cheng Yao could still sense the terror of this deathly divine art.

This might be a second-tier divine technique, or perhaps one surpassing the second tier.

In the high void where countless death-gray divine patterns intertwined, the wilderness god sovereign, whose form stood several thousand zhang tall, had a flicker of deep, dim gray-blue light appear in the depths of his eyes; his gaze fixed upon the dozen or so figures below.

Gazing at the struggling people below, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, as if bearing a smile.

This smile resembled that of an old farmer in the fields, seeing yet another wave of crops sprout.

He slowly raised his hand, and another intense death-gray light gathered in the void; as this light coalesced, countless heavenly and earthly divine patterns intertwined in the void to form a long banner condensed from the death law.

The long banner swayed slightly.

Upon the sea's surface, the struggling figures suddenly began to flicker in and out of existence.

It seemed their primordial spirits were completely suppressed by this banner.

"White Bone Soul-Summoning Banner!"

Gazing at this banner from afar, Cheng Yao drew a deep breath, his expression furious.

This is a divine art from ancient times, still circulating in the extraterritorial star rivers to this day; it is an extraordinarily tyrannical divine art, and under the command of this wilderness god sovereign, its power is nearly that of the third tier.

Only see this White Bone Soul-Summoning Banner sway slightly, and numerous weaker cultivators below collapse one after another, their primordial spirits offering no resistance as they are drawn out and rush toward the banner.

One after another, primordial spirits are absorbed by the White Bone Soul-Summoning Banner; visibly, the wilderness god sovereign inhales gently, and strands of grand divine aura begin to restore around his body.

It is devouring the souls of these cultivators to restore its own power!

Not only Cheng Yao had this thought flash through his mind at this moment.

In the distance, Zhang Jian's gaze flickered; he had dodged just in time and remained unharmed.

"It seems this wilderness god sovereign is strong on the outside but weak within, likely on the brink of death! My earlier guess should not be wrong—these bones are all from soul-devouring fish schools, and this wilderness god sovereign has relied on devouring the life force and souls of these fish to maintain his last vestige of power!"

Zhang Jian thought to himself.

With such a grand aura, at his peak he was likely a wilderness god sovereign far surpassing the celestial immortal realm, yet now the two divine arts he displays are mostly at the second-tier level.

This in every way appears to be strong outside but weak within.

Yet this smile looks extremely forced.

It is also quite reasonable—having been suppressed in the sea's eye for hundreds of millions of years, no matter how exalted an immortal, if one has not transcended the great Dao, one likely cannot withstand the power of the Spiritless Land, the Chaos Lost Dao.

One's own power would be continuously worn down by the sea's eye source, even to the point of being drained by the Spiritless Seal, eroding cultivation, magical power, and primordial spirit.

"We must not allow this wilderness god sovereign to continue recovering!"

Cheng Yao's eyes flashed with a harsh gleam as he glanced into the depths of the void.

At this moment, he also decided to deploy his trump card.

In an instant, intense radiance burst forth from his body's surface, and within, more than five strands of deep blue divine light condensed one after another from within him, like the bright moon over the vast sea.

These were clearly another five Hai Ling Zhu.

His natal divine artifact, the Hai Ling Zhu, actually consisted of a set of six.

As the six Hai Ling Zhu converged into form, countless divine lights intertwined in the depths of the void to form a killing array composed of countless innate divine patterns condensed together; the divine patterns erupted, and the power unleashed in a short time surpassed second-tier immortal arts, reaching the level of third-tier immortal arts.

Countless ripples of the vast sea roared, actually breaking the suppression of the White Bone Soul-Summoning Banner above his head and blasting the banner to pieces.

Six strands of divine light intertwined into a ring, like a bracelet forged from the power of the vast sea, which suddenly struck the skull of the several-thousand-zhang-tall wilderness god.

Bang!!

The violent collision echoed, and the neck of the several-thousand-zhang-tall desolate god's true form seemed to be struck askew.

"Attack!"

At this moment, Cheng Yao angrily reminded the remaining two true immortals.

Dùzé Daoist and the other true immortal exchanged a glance, each with a hint of solemnity in their eyes; at this moment, both of their faces were ashen.

They did not seem like Cheng Yao, whose foundation was deep enough to withstand the two extremes of second-rank immortal arts; at this moment, their primordial spirits had already been injured.

The two quickly each took a pill from their spatial treasure and swallowed it, and in an instant, both exerted their full strength.

Everyone knew that if they could not defeat this desolate god sovereign, they could not even protect themselves, let alone negotiate.

"Kill!"

Amidst the fierce shout, the two true immortals also deployed their trump cards: Dùzé Daoist wore a spirit-chart armor, and behind him appeared a continuously flowing conical mountain peak, which rotated constantly in his hand and instantly transformed into a scorching divine light that slammed toward the desolate god sovereign's head.

The other true immortal's body flowed with divine light, manifesting the means of the Primordial God Dao.

Behind him, countless rays of light intertwined, similarly condensing the immense power of the Water Transit Great Dao law, forming a purple-blue water dragon that surged through the void to devour the desolate god sovereign.

Within the depths of the purple-blue water dragon, a strange light flickered faintly, clearly bearing a special power.

It was likely another kind of quite famous heavenly true water.

The three forces, the desolate god sovereign's spirit seemed to truly gradually return, and a hint of blue-gray light appeared in his eyes.

"Ants!"

He slowly raised his hand, and countless death-gray divine patterns on his body surged violently; in an instant, the void blossomed with death-gray mandala flowers, which seemed capable of piercing the void, as the Death Great Dao law descended completely at this moment.

Around him appeared a patch of strange death-gray divine administration.

This divine administration seemed substantial.

Under the suppression of the divine administration, those three streams of light were instantly suppressed.

"Divine Domain Class Third-Rank Divine Art!"

At a distance, Zhang Jian watched this scene, his expression subtly changing.

Indeed, this emaciated camel is larger than a horse.

Even though this desolate god powerhouse is outwardly strong but inwardly weak, he can still deploy a divine domain-type third-rank divine art.

This is truly astonishing.

Zhang Jian's heart had already begun to beat the retreat drum.

Such a deity's basket is not easy to pick up; even with his cultivation, he might not necessarily be able to consume the opponent.

One careless move might even drag himself in.

At this moment, however, the death-gray divine light flowed, and in an instant it enveloped the three true immortals; this desolate god sovereign first locked onto the water-attribute true immortal, raising one hand as a pale-gray divine pattern condensed from his hand into form.

As this divine art manifested, the depths of the void seemed to echo with the wailing of myriad ghosts.

Within the depths of the divine domain, even more terrifying desolate god soul phantoms condensed into form.

They appeared to be other desolate gods suppressed in the depths of the sea eye.

All these desolate gods' souls were absorbed by this desolate god sovereign; as he fought desperately, he also unleashed all these foundations, his second-rank curse divine art of the Dao Transformation instantly striking the water-transit true immortal.

The water-transit true immortal instantly froze in form; his pupils deep within now hid an unparalleled fear, his mouth opened to let out a miserable cry, yet he could not open his mouth; only in the depths of his life palace between the brows did countless shadows envelop his primordial spirit, violently devouring it.

Visibly, his body's water spirit light fluctuated, yet it could not resist the terrifying death law power of those death mandala flowers devouring it.

"Dao Friend Ao!"

Witnessing this, Dùzé Daoist's face changed color, and in his angry shout he tried to again control that first-rank immortal treasure, the Azure Cloud Peak, but could not control it in any way.

At the same time, within this death-gray divine domain, a strange divine power continuously seeped into his true form, primordial spirit, siphoning his primordial spirit, magic power, cultivation, and vitality.

At this moment, it seemed as if countless deathly vines entangled his body, rendering him immobile.

At this moment, Cheng Yao gazed upon this scene, took a deep breath, and shouted angrily.

"Desolate God Sovereign, if you still wish to leave, then you had better stop!"

Upon hearing his great shout, the desolate god sovereign's gaze remained calm from beginning to end, as if all emotions, even stray thoughts, had been worn away by the sea eye, leaving only reason.

"Ants, no need for many words; everything you have will be known by this sovereign after you die!"

Cheng Yao, upon hearing this, felt his eyes sink with gloom; he knew this journey was extremely perilous, never expecting these desolate gods to be even more unreasonable than imagined.

"That may not be the case!"

He let out a cold snort from the depths of his eyes, and there was still a hint of joy in his eyes.

Fortunately, he had not underestimated the peril of this journey.

He still held a great treasure in his hand, a treasure bestowed upon him by his direct superior.

This treasure specifically counters desolate god sovereigns like this unreasonable wild god.

As he raised his hand, a jade-gloss glass talisman appeared, and from it flowed a dense immortal light.

This is a fourth-rank immortal dao talisman edict, containing within it a fourth-rank dao fruit-level immortal art, which he obtained at any cost as a life-preserving immortal art.

At this moment, his life threatened, Cheng Yao no longer cared about heartache; with a wave of his hand, he activated this fourth-rank dao fruit immortal art; raising his hand, it seemed as if a terrifying immortal light tore through the heavens, shattered the river of stars, and fiercely struck the desolate god sovereign's true form.

Faintly in the void, countless great dao heavenly sounds appeared.

In the void, moreover, a surging flood was seen to be born.

At a distance, Zhang Jian also seemed able to hear the incomparably ethereal and lively heavenly sounds.

In his sudden realization, it seemed as if he saw within a colored divine light a god-slaying object appear, which in an instant pierced through the desolate god sovereign's brow.

As if one strike annihilated the desolate god sovereign's soul and spirit.

In that instant, the surrounding countless mandala petals gradually faded.

Seeing this, Cheng Yao's eyes also flashed with a hint of joy in their depths.

"Success!"

Obviously, this fourth-rank Dao Fruit-level immortal technique was completed with a single strike.

But just as he was delighted in his mind and spirit, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, and when he slowly lowered his head, he saw that an ice-crystal-colored transparent arrow had somehow appeared in his chest.

In an instant, his figure turned into a massive block of ice.

In the distance, Zhang Jian's face remained calm, his Taiyin Ice Soul Bow flashing with intense immortal light.

This is the snipe and clam grappling, letting the fisherman profit!

His eyes flickered with a hint of coldness, and he drew the Taiyin Ice Soul Immortal Bow again, firing another Taiyin-forged divine arrow that struck once more.

After delivering the follow-up strike, Zhang Jian did not hesitate, continuing to draw his great bow and shoot arrows.

He knew that beings like this mighty deity had many trump cards; even in a seemingly fatal situation, a moment's carelessness could reverse the tide against the wind.

Only a finishing blow could avoid the risk.

"Envoy!"

At this moment, the Duzhe True Immortal had already changed color in fury.

He obviously could not imagine that someone was still hiding in the shadows, profiting as the fisherman.

Amid his angry shout, his body was surrounded by emerald radiance of the Divine Peaks, and in an instant, he bombarded toward Zhang Jian's location.

"Overestimating oneself!"

Zhang Jian watched this scene, his expression cold.

At this moment, this True Immortal had endured a great battle—how much combat strength could he possibly retain?