Chapter 199: The Great Calamity Reckoning

"Fart, I have the Preheavenly Spiritual Treasure in hand, what do you bring to fight me?" Ming He roared, twin swords flashing, Abyssal Prime Slaughter tore a rift in space, and a towering killing aura condensed into a blood‑colored dragon that lunged forward.

Where the sword light passes, even the ambient spiritual qi of heaven and earth is twisted into powder—this is the true power of a Preheavenly Treasure.

Boom!

Bone‑piercing killing aura, wrapping the laws of heaven and earth, surged at him, yet Zhou Yi merely raised his palm, the two trembling blood‑colored sword blades frozen mid‑air as if locked by iron tongs, unmistakably the twin swords of Abyssal Prime Slaughter that made Ming He famous!

"Impossible." Ming He's pupils snapped shut, and beneath his feet the twelve‑grade karmic fire red lotus buzzed loudly.

This Preheavenly Spiritual Treasure has suppressed the Sea of Blood since the dawn of Honghuang, yet now its killing strike was caught bare‑handed.

Zhou Yi's figure flickered, moving so fast that not even an afterimage remained. Since ascending to the Grand Emperor Jin Sheng, he had refined the secret art of the Jin Sheng script to the point of manipulating the flow of time; now even the ancestral spatial shaman, were he to appear, could only watch in awe.

Bang! The fist strike collided with the karmic fire barrier in a roar, the red‑lotus phantoms shattered layer by layer and rebirthed.

Ming He was hurled three thousand li, his protective light shield flickering erratically.

Before he could steady himself, a second fist force burst through the air.

"Cheat!" Ming He's entire skeleton cracked with a booming sound, the twelve‑grade red lotus erupted with ten‑thousand‑foot karmic fire.

Seizing the fleeting gap, two phantoms leapt from his celestial spirit; Good Corpse wielded twin swords to slash a world‑ending blood beam, while Evil Corpse brandished the Xuanyuan Water‑Control Banner, raising a towering turbid wave.

Clang!

The celestial bell rang long, shaking the nine heavens, and the ethereal patterns on its body all activated at once.

This reborn Tribulation‑Crossing Supreme Imperial Soldier hovered inverted, hard‑hitting three Preheavenly Treasures without losing ground.

Where the bell tolls, the Sea of Blood recedes, its turbid waves fragmenting, and Ming He's true form has blood strands seeping from his mouth corner.

Although Zhou Yi does not, like Patriarch Ming He, command countless ancient relics, his refined life‑born magical artifact, the Immortal Bell, has long been perfectly attuned to his cultivation.

This bronze ancient bell bears the supreme principles Zhou Yi has grasped throughout his life; as his cultivation deepens, it continuously metamorphoses, a prime example of harmony between man and instrument.

Now Zhou Yi pours all his cultivation into the Immortal Bell, unleashing his unique technique "One Artifact Breaks Ten Thousand Laws". No matter how many secret arts or Tongtian treasures you wield, to him they are mere illusory phantoms; with his life‑born artifact alone he can shatter ten thousand obstacles!

Clang!

The bell's resonance pierces the nine heavens, the bronze celestial instrument sweeps aside the twin sword rays of Abyssal Prime Slaughter like a blade through bamboo, shaking the Xuanyuan Water‑Control Banner into a rattling sound, and even the world‑burning red‑lotus karmic fire is torn open with a raw fissure.

Finally, the power that envelops the shattered void crashes heavily onto the core of the karmic fire red lotus.

Rumble!

The North Sea instantly roiled with ten‑thousand‑foot raging waves, the violent energy churning the entire sea into chaos.

Patriarch Ming He, along with his Good and Evil avatars, were flung out like cut‑string paper kites, blood streaks seeping from his mouth corner—the first wound he's suffered in ten thousand years.

"Slaughter all living beings of heaven and earth!" The enraged Shura Ancestor's eyes glowed crimson, the twin swords of Abyssal Prime Slaughter inhaled and exhaled blood‑colored cold rays in his palms.

The sword's trail left an unhealing crack in the void; the purest killing intent froze time itself, even the bronze Immortal Bell's rotation became sluggish and difficult.

Zhou Yi's body constantly manifested omens: golden bitter sea roiling, Chaos‑green lotus blooming, Yin‑Yang diagram scroll turning, splendid mountains and rivers unfurling, and a phantom of the Immortal King hovering aloft.

The supreme fist force, gathering the essence of the nine great secret arts, erupted with a roar, colliding head‑on with that world‑ending sword ray.

In an instant, the North Sea inverted, the heavens and earth trembled, the violent aftershocks even startled hidden powers across the realms of Honghuang Tian Di, countless divine consciences leapt across the void toward this boiling battlefield.

Currently the witches and liches are locked in fierce battle, and the gazes of all great powers have been drawn to this war.

Only three to five great adept beings truly took notice of Zhou Yi and Patriarch Ming He's earth‑shaking duel in the North Sea.

A new generation of quasi‑saint peak warriors in Honghuang Tian Di quietly came into being.

When the North Sea's tide subsided, only Zhou Yi remained suspended high in the air, celestial light from the Immortal Bell swirling above his head.

A dark‑colored command banner drifted on the sea surface; Patriarch Ming He's blood shadow had long vanished.

Zhou Yi casually seized that Xuanyuan Water‑Control Banner; the Preheavenly Spiritual Treasure's ripples swirled in his palm, and the Sea of Blood's master finally took a tumble.

To claim he completely exterminated Patriarch Ming He? Zhou Yi knows better. The rumors that the Sea of Blood never dries nor dies aren't idle talk; this time he only forced the old demon to spit blood.

Losing his life‑born treasure, however, made that old thing shiver in pain beneath the Sea of Blood. As for using the Human Race as a pawn, that debt will be settled cleanly sooner or later.

He turned, shattered the void, and returned to Human Race territory, spotting Sui Huang from afar, leading his people in defensive formations.

Now the witches and liches fight so fiercely that day and night are obscured; the war could reach here at any moment.

The old debt from Taiyi years ago is perfect to settle during this great calamity's reckoning.

"Any recent movements from the Demon Race?" Zhou Yi took the jade tablet handed by Sui Huang, his divine sense scanning the deployment maps of the three mountains and five peaks.

"So far it hasn't reached us yet," Sui Huang said, pointing to the surging disaster clouds in the northeast. "But looking at this trend, the Water God and Zhu Song have already cracked Mount Buzhou; sooner or later something big will happen."

You Chao added, "Mi Xi the Great Sage reported that the barrier of the thirty‑three heavens has already shattered seven layers; the Demon Emperor Qun's Zhou Tian Star Array likely cannot endure this Jiazi."

"Indeed, given this development, our Human Race can hardly hope to remain untouched in this century‑long war," Cang Wen said, his brows tightly knit.

"Remain untouched? Before the great calamity of heaven and earth, aside from the six saints and their direct disciples, which force can truly escape? Not to mention the Demon Race's oppression over the years—so many compatriots perished at their hands; how can the deep grudge of the Sea of Blood go unanswered?"

Zhou Yi's voice carried a stone‑like resolve. The old grievances from when Taiyi led the oppression of the Human Race are still vivid, let alone the countless compatriots slaughtered by the Demon Race during humanity's fledgling years.

Only after Zhou Yi assumed the Human Race's leadership, guiding his people to strengthen themselves, did ordinary folk gradually escape the fate of becoming the Demon Race's blood food.

This deep‑seated hatred remains etched in Zhou Yi's heart. In this war that will shape Honghuang's order, the Human Race will inevitably play a pivotal role.

"Human Ancestor, see clearly, the witches and liches have deep foundations; with our current strength alone, to rashly join the fight would only…" the Zi Yi Clan member hesitated.

Sui Huang and a few others nodded; though they have witnessed countless miracles during the Human Race's development, they know well the gap with the two great overlords.

However, the crowd was not questioning Zhou Yi's decision, merely stating their views honestly; after all, his authority has long taken root in people's hearts.

Whenever he sets a direction, the Three Ancestors will execute it with full force; this is absolute trust built from countless times leading the Human Race to turn the tide against odds.

"Your concerns are not unfounded," Zhou Yi smiled with confidence, "Our overall strength is indeed slightly weaker, but haven't you noticed? Our top combat power can already spar with theirs."