Chapter 139: Complete Failure

A metallic clashing shout suddenly rang across heaven and earth: "Ten thousand years of cultivation have turned to emptiness; today your Wan Huo fire count is exhausted."

Great Peng Bird's twin wings tore the void, and a fierce gale forced Wan Huo Ancestor to the edge of a falling‑star abyss.

His blood‑red Dao robe rustled; Wan Huo Ancestor, enraged, sneered, "How fitting to overwhelm the few with the many; even if body and spirit are annihilated, I will still make you pay."

Before the words finished, the Dao resonance around him began to flow backward, and the Chaos nebula collapsed into a terrifying vortex within his hundred‑zhang Dharma Body.

"The Dao foundation is reversed; he will lose his three souls and seven spirits." Ming He Ancestor's Yuan Tu Abyssal twin swords trembled, and the Sea of Blood Dao image was torn open by raging energy.

The two ancient great beings no longer coveted the Hongmeng Purple Qi; they turned into streaks of light, attempting to flee the annihilation realm.

"Eons of cause and effect, today we end it." Wan Huo Ancestor's Dao image shattered explosively, and the Nine Heavens Star Map reformed into a Destruction Dao Pattern amid the blast. The entire star region, like a shattered crystal goblet, was engulfed by chaotic spacetime currents that swirled primordial spiritual energy in all directions.

Before the smoke cleared, two disheveled figures fell through a rift in the void. Great Peng Bird's left wing was blackened like charcoal, and Ming He Ancestor's twelfth‑grade karmic fire red lotus had withered away almost entirely. Their divine senses swept the collapsing star core and glimpsed a mysterious amber Qi hidden within the Chaos mist.

"Who dares to steal the Heavenly Dao's opportunity!" Ming He Ancestor roared, and the Yuan Tu sword sliced out a ten‑thousand‑zhang blood spear.

A blue‑robe cultivator emerged from the mist, casually forming a hand‑seal; a Pre‑Heaven Eight Trigrams diagram materialized out of thin air, and it erased the murderous sword Qi into nothingness.

Zhou Yi brushed stardust from his collar, and a half‑strand of Hongmeng Purple Qi lingered at his fingertips: "Fate rolls like tides, predetermined; do you two Dao companions truly intend to defy the heavens?"

Before the words fell, the shattered star region suddenly lit up with a celestial star array; three hundred sixty‑five strands of stellar light chains interwove into a Heavenly Dao prison.

This peak duel spanning the three realms, guided by the Hongmeng Purple Qi, had become a life‑or‑death contest for the Primordial Saint Seat. The clash of the God‑slaying Spear with the River Diagram and Luo Script sent ripples of Dao law, lighting the eternal‑night star sea as bright as day.

"Exhilarating!"

Dark‑golden flames ignited in Zhou Yi's eyes, and his entire skeleton roared with a dragon‑like blast. Chaos Azure Lotus burst from emptiness, its nine petals tracing a profound path in the void, and spiritual energy within a hundred‑mile radius was instantly sucked into a vacuum.

With both feet crushing mountains, he transformed into a golden rainbow that pierced straight through the heavens.

The unique Dao pattern of his ancient Saint Body roamed beneath his skin; before his fist could strike, a pre‑Heaven phenomenon approaching the Nine Heavens already shrouded the four directions.

Twelve Golden Divine Rings appeared behind his head, and each rotation summoned thunder across the Nine Heavens.

"Ping!"

Ming He Ancestor's Yuan Tu sword emitted a piercing wail, its blade suddenly etched with spider‑web cracks by a bare hand. Great Peng Bird's summoned Northern Abyss Cold Tide struck Zhou Yi's chest, but under the Golden Dao Pattern it exploded into a sky of ice crystals.

"Wu Clan of this age, when did it produce a monster like you?" Ming He Ancestor spat blood pearls from his tiger‑mouth, and his foot's Sea of Blood was steamed away three zhàng by his fist wind. He caught a glimpse of a Human Race totem flashing from Zhou Yi's Dao robe, and his heart jolted violently.

Great Peng Bird spread its wings, blotting out the sky, yet its feathers trembled faintly. In the instant of their earlier clash, he clearly saw twelve golden divine silhouettes materialize behind his opponent, a celestial phenomenon even the ancestral Wu had never possessed.

Chaos breath seeped from the void fissure, and the ground where the three stood had already become a lawless forbidden zone.

Zhou Yi's Dao seal on his forehead flickered three times, then he suddenly reached out, seized a falling Chaos thunderbolt, and clenched his fingers to shape the Thunder Light into a solid spear.

"Come fight!"

Facing the encirclement of the two Honghuang titans, the mysterious youth Zhou Yi was the first to strike.

Although Saint Body Great Completion and Zhetian Imperial Method made him comparable to a quasi‑saint, the battlefield's blood‑soaked air reminded everyone.

The Sea of Blood roiling beneath Ming He Ancestor was steadily eroding space, while the gale whipped by Great Peng Bird's wings had torn three immortal mountains apart.

"Wan Huo's self‑detonation still couldn't eliminate you." Zhou Yi wiped the golden blood from his mouth, and the phantom of the karmic fire red lotus beneath his feet flickered on and off.

Just now, when he hard‑blocked Ming He Ancestor's Yuan Tu sword, the defense of the twelfth‑grade Lotus Platform nearly shattered.

In the distance, Great Peng Bird manifested its true form; its wings, frozen with Northern Abyss Dark Ice, were riddled with cracks—the fatal wound left by Wan Huo's self‑detonation three days earlier.

Two Pre‑Heaven Spiritual Treasures suddenly flared with dazzling light, and the Abyssal sword, wrapped around the Sea of Blood's core, thrust straight at Zhou Yi's life gate.

The youth did not retreat but advanced; a mysterious Dao pattern appeared on his left palm, and he bare‑handed caught the sword's edge. The collision of Saint Body golden light with blood‑killing aura generated a shockwave that pulverized the eight hundred Asuras watching the battle into dust.

"Northern Abyss Celestial Dragon!" Great Peng Bird seized the moment to unleash its innate divine art, and a thousand‑zhang claw emerged from the black vortex.

Zhou Yi's right fist suddenly burst with Chaos energy; the Xing‑character secret activated instantly, and his whole body became a flash of light that pierced the spatial shackles.

When Ming He saw his silhouette clearly, Great Peng Bird's left wing had already been torn open with a ten‑zhang crack, and pale‑green demonic blood hung upside‑down like a celestial river.

Ming He's pupils contracted sharply; he distinctly saw Zhou Yi's fist trail bearing a temporal Dao pattern. This revelation unnerved him more than the terrifying defense of the Saint Body.

Since the Wu‑Zombie War, no one has been able to simultaneously master the spacetime laws.

The Sea of Blood suddenly roiled violently, forty‑eight hundred million Blood Divine Sons shrieking in unison, yet Zhou Yi's brow glowed with the Nine Secrets seal, and ten thousand crimson clones reverted to blood water in the time reversal.

"This youth cannot be opposed!" Great Peng Bird was the first to break the stalemate, its wings vibrating already beyond ten thousand li.

Zhou Yi sneered coldly as he stepped through empty air in pursuit, each footfall generating spatial ripples. The speed that should have crowned him over Honghuang was now slowed, entangled by countless temporal chains.

Ming He seized the chance to recall the karmic fire red lotus, but found its core Lotus Platform corrupted by some imperial pattern. When he glimpsed a faint bronze fragment in Zhou Yi's sleeve, he finally recalled an ancient legend, his blood‑stained face showing terror for the first time: "So you are…"

Before he could finish, a thunderous roar echoed from the depths of the Sea of Blood. Zhou Yi's lingering rear strike erupted, and the Twelve Capital Heavenly Demon Formation vaporized three‑tenths of the Sea of Blood.

Ming He, unable to save face, wrapped the remaining blood water and fled into the void, leaving only scattered red‑lotus fire across the sky.

At this moment, above the Northern Abyss, Great Peng Bird's prideful supreme speed had completely failed.

Zhou Yi stepped upon spacetime folds, pressing forward, while Nine Secrets runes circulated around him, becoming a river of time.

When the Xing‑character secret resonated with Di Hong's inheritance, the very spatial laws of Honghuang trembled, and this mysterious powerhouse, in the chase, comprehended the origin of space.

"The Saint Body is the foundation, the Nine Secrets the blade; this is the true Zhetian Imperial Method…"

Zhou Yi's palm gathered a miniature universe, its swirling galaxy resonating with Honghuang's Heavenly Dao.

Great Peng Bird despaired, realizing that the innate space forged from its million‑year cultivation was now being devoured inch by inch by the universe in Zhou Yi's hand.

The secret true essence circulating within Zhou Yi's body had not fully merged, yet his form already glimmered with starlike radiance.

His foot‑stepping void technique each step raised spatial ripples, and in a blink he caught up with the massive silhouette of Great Peng Bird tearing through the clouds.

The demon‑ancestor's golden body erupted with ancient barbaric force, and his right fist gathered a Pangu‑like might that split the heavens.

"The universe returns to ruin!"

In the instant of life and death, Zhou Yi's brow suddenly bore a Primordial Divine Pattern, and his body erupted with a dazzling brilliance equal to ten suns shining together.