Chapter 810

Honghuang, it's been defiled again!

The Slaughter-Fate Dao Lord gazes arrogantly upon the world, chanting divine words, shaking the ages.

The gods holding weapons stared wide-eyed at this Dao Lord whose dharma form was boundless, and every one of them felt ill.

Strike the horse!

Speaking recklessly, shouting curses, this is the unyielding resistance to the gods' great rises and falls.

But if words were useful, what would we need fists for?

Clang!

In the next instant, two streams of killing intent shattered past, present, and future, sweeping across the sky, illuminating heaven and earth, and chilling the gods' hearts to the bone.

There's no need to conceal anything.

The Primordial Slaughter Sword, the Relentless Slaughter Sword, side by side, govern the world's slaughter and calamity!

In an instant, the sword light swept past; on the spot, gods bled, proving the eternal Dao insufficient to rely on, unable to match this peerless killing intent, they were struck down to the dust, their blood staining the mountains and rivers.

Nether River!

An ancient divine being roared, shattering the heavens.

This was like a thunderclap, touching upon some inconceivable taboo; at this moment, the progenitor of the Slaughter Great Dao had reached an unfathomable realm, and merely uttering his name caused heaven and earth to tremble.

In countless ages of history, in the Myriad Heavens, innumerable beings lifted their heads in bewilderment, their spirits trembling, as life's instinct warned them, as if a blade rested at their throats, a hair's breadth from being reaped.

Great peril!

Great crisis!

Heh!

A faint, cold smile, the Nether River Demon Ancestor's body moved; he stepped forward, that pressure instantly sublimated... his divine might boundless, merely his aura alone collapsed myriad ages of spacetime, making heaven and earth roar, making the azure heavens tremble, countless Great Dao manifested beside him, then directly exploded into fragments, and even the Shijian Changhe became unstable, because of him it fractured and changed course!

Wherever the Nether River Demon Ancestor's gaze fell, all things in the world withered on their own; he stared into the void, looked down upon the future, and one after another timeline withered, as if they had been killed!

The future was contracting, the outcome being locked; gradually, all that remained was the sole demon ancestor standing at the utmost extremes of the universe, ascending to the supreme Pangu realm!

Such a terrifying scene was not only appearing in the Honghuang universe, but also manifested in every corner of the boundless heavens and endless spacetime, making all beings tremble, their very blood and bones about to burst, a shudder rising from the depths of their hearts, compelling them to kneel.

The myriad peoples were thus, and the gods likewise.

However, in the mere instant of a blinking eye, a steadfast and immortal will was imprinted upon the hearts of the myriad peoples, booming into their spines.

Stand up! No kneeling!

The Heavenly Court has collapsed, Pangu is dead; in this world, no one is worthy of your kneeling!

Like a divine needle that calms the sea, and like a divine mountain of Buzhou, replicated countless times, reflected by a mirror, shining upon the spirit platforms of the myriad peoples, granting them limitless courage.

And since they have courage, nothing can overwhelm the myriad peoples… because history has already proven the wisdom of the masses!

Although sometimes the lower limit is low, the upper limit is truly high as well!

The myriad peoples strained to straighten their bodies; in that instant, all pressure dissipated like a gentle breeze, borne by the great will of humanity.

The myriad peoples are of one heart, all beings agree!

Thus, even though the Nether River Demon Ancestor is peerlessly powerful, what is there to fear?

On the contrary, it's the gods.

Yet they could not enjoy such benefits.

Having detached from the masses and obtained transcendent authority, they naturally must also endure sufficient tempering.

Facing the demon ancestor, shrouded in that terrifying, world-shaking pressure, their lives hang by a thread; they must pray that the conglomerate of innate divine sages is not a shoddy project.

The inspector Nether River looked down upon the human world, his tone cold: 'To directly utter my name is gross disrespect!'

You are guilty; you shall be punished!

The demon ancestor reached out, his fingertip lightly tapping the two supreme slaughter swords that circled his side.

In the next instant, two streams of eternal divine light danced about; the Sea of Blood boiled, turning heaven and earth crimson, the sparkling, brilliant divine blood beautiful and dreamlike, yet also filled with an indescribable sorrow and resentment.

Pfft!

Bloom after bloom of blood flowers blossomed; the immortal dharma forms of the innate divinities were pierced, even torn apart outright!

Countless divinities fell into the Sea of Blood, struggling to rise, only to face again the peerless blade's sweeping arc!

At this moment, the Nether River is invincible!

He dominated this point in time, possessing supreme, ultimate power, causing the great divine abilities that once led the Wu Clan to shudder in terror—

Not the slightest bit weaker than the previous East Emperor!

Moreover, he is an uninjured, peak powerhouse in his prime, already able to take that step toward proving the Dao and attaining the Pangu realm!

Even if the Dao Ancestor walks out of the Purple Cloud Palace.

Even if Nüwa returns from the lost ages.

Even if the Dragon Ancestor struggles to rise again, regains his peak, and everyone becomes like a dragon……

Even facing such a demon ancestor, victory is not guaranteed!

Nether River! You're too arrogant!

The Candle Dragon Great Sage roared, the seasonal flowing light swirling; he alternated the universe's spring and autumn, resetting the rhythm of attack and defense.

Boom!

Immortal flames endless, they annihilated all worlds, then manifested the myriad realms; the Phoenix Ancestor strove to set fire, reviving the gods from slaughter and death—you have been resurrected, hurry up and go offer yourself!

Hiss!

The ages surged, the void wind howled; a boundless mythical bird-fish galloped across, stirring the waves of vital energy and the waxing and waning of thought, becoming a dazzling stream of light that blasted apart the ferocious beyond compare relentless slaughter sword.

……

One innate divine being after another, all displaying their divine might.

At this moment, it seems like a reenactment of some scene from an even older era, the gods jointly undertaking the campaign against the Rahu demon ancestor!

Just…

In the end, things are no longer the same.

In the past, the myriad peoples stood behind the gods, and there was also an extraordinary leader leading them.

And now?

The gods fought alone.

They not only failed to check the sharpness of the Slaughter Fortune Dao Lord, the Nether River Demon Ancestor, but even let his aura advance further, honing enough sharpness!

"This familiar feeling……"

The Nether River Demon Ancestor sighed, "The era is sealed, myriad Dao form a net…… How many years have you sealed me for!"

"But, I have finally come out!"

That was an unforgettable period of time.

In the temporary prison woven by the gods, the Nether River Demon Ancestor used the Three Thousand Great Daos as a whetstone, honing his supreme Slaughter Dao.

This was a period of imprisonment, yet it was also the greatest tempering before he reached the pinnacle.

After he had immersed himself there for a sufficiently long time, nothing in the world could not be slain!

"Whoosh!"

A karmic fire red lotus blossomed beneath his feet, the Asura's banner fluttered at the edge of the cosmos, the Elemental Slayer Abyss fell into his hand, and he brandished it——

"Clang!"

Two sword lights, condensed with the brilliance of life, burst forth in an instant, shattering the darkness of this era, illuminating past, present, and future, everywhere, amidst the vast world, only this pair of invincible swords!

Heaven and earth and all things stilled, the gods froze into a ludicrous scroll; their active tracks and the imprints of endless time and space were forced to manifest, then torn apart by such resplendent sword light!

"Pfft!"

Divine blood withered, dozens or hundreds of divinities collapsed, shattering in this heaven and earth, turning into bone fragments and blood mist.

Even if the Phoenix Ancestor ignited the Nirvana flame, enabling all things to rise from ruin and revive in extinction, at this moment it could not avail!

No, it is not impossible, but rather very difficult; perhaps it would take an immeasurably long time for it to be reflected and reappear.

The Dao of Nirvana Rebirth was defeated by the supreme Slaughter Dao!

Even if the innate divinities return en masse and reorganize their ranks, what could they do?

The era has changed!

The greatest power no longer supports them!

Haotian transformed, the Tai Emperor regarded coldly.

And even among those top experts who participated in the great convocation of the innate divinities, are their motives pure? Would they stake their lives to wage war for this?

The Phoenix Ancestor, who lent a helping hand to Hun Xi's return, the Candle Dragon Great Saint who twists spacetime and turns day and night…… they all have something to say.

In this age, the true Performance Emperor runs rampant.

Although it's not that good, it's actually not too bad either.

Some pay lip service to principle while pursuing profit in heart, while others have ambiguous attitudes and playful stances.

When Houtu recruited troops and gathered manpower to establish the Wu Clan, some mighty adepts enthusiastically joined…… it's hard to say they weren't infiltrators preparing to be moles, great internal spies and traitors!

No……

If we distinguish primary and secondary by numbers, with the minority obeying the majority, then the majority is the side of justice.

Then one day, when tallying the survivors after the war's end, holding a vote, perhaps……

Houtu.

That's the mole!

In the vote to decide who should bear the loss of the Wu Clan, after thorough discussion by all meeting participants, a show of hands unanimously concluded……

A traitor has emerged among us!

Yes!

Exactly!

It's none other than the thick‑eyebrowed, big‑eyed Houtu!

Worldly affairs are wondrous, prompting sighs of lament.

But those are matters for later.

This does not impede the Nether River Demon Ancestor's great slaughter in all directions at this very moment.

He swept aside the gods; ordinary Great Luo perish on contact, are injured on a graze, and he wrote the supreme ferocity for the Elemental Slayer Abyss.

Never before has one been able to guzzle divine blood like this; it is unprecedented in antiquity!

Using the gods as sacrificial offerings for the sword, the effect is unbelievably good, far more gratifying than when he previously toiled for the human Dao or carried out punishments.

Blood light shatters myriad ages; these two wicked weapons, as they ascend, can be honored even among spirit treasures, representing the ultimate manifestation of the Nether River Demon Ancestor's Dao, just like the Eastern Emperor Divine Bell that blossomed before Taiyi's death.

"Little gods of the mortal realm, you have done your utmost!"

The Demon Ancestor unleashed boastful words, slaughtering the gods and ravaging this expanse of heaven and earth.

His divine might was unstoppable; after a few simple collisions, the Candle Dragon Great Saint detoured, the Phoenix Ancestor outputted from the periphery…… Báizé Great Saint, holding aloft the battlefield reporter's badge, narrowly escaped disaster——after he agreed to the Nether River Demon Ancestor's demand to write about his wanton slaughter of the gods.

This was a blood calamity; the morale of the innate divinities' camp plummeted, no longer the vigorous and high-spirited force that once came to collect debts.

They wanted to reason with the Tai Emperor with fists, using force to solve the problem.

Little did they know, the Nether River Demon Ancestor is a master of this way, specialized in subduing all who resist.

Only when this preparation was nearly complete did a faint murmur echo from the void, resonating in the ears of the gods.

"Chanting the name of Xuanyuan, across myriad ages and boundless heavens, one can attain freedom!"

This is the final ultimatum.

It left the gods stunned, their faces grim.

However, the Nether River Demon Ancestor was still there killing wildly; what could they do?

Especially, someone has taken up the Dao too quickly!

Like the Phoenix Ancestor, the speed at which she switches sides makes it hard not to doubt her position—could it have been problematic from the very start?

"Can!"

The Primordial Phoenix Great Sage's gaze burned bright, immortal flames leaping, and he very magnanimously bargained with Xuanyuan, saying, "But we Innate Divine Sages, who have made contributions to Honghuang heaven and earth, deserve our benefits—Human Dao must guarantee them!"

"But..." echoed Human Dao, the skill of taking advantage of a fire to loot maxed out, "Merits and faults, offsetting merits and faults, fair and just."

The Phoenix Ancestor has great merit to heaven and earth, less fault to all living beings, naturally should be rewarded, yet imprinting the era's splendid chapter, enjoying the Five Virtues bestowed.

As the words fell, the Primordial Phoenix Great Sage's aura grew even stronger.

Time surged turbulently, past, present, and future fell into chaos; Great Luo's profound marvel—once proven, eternally proven; once gained, eternally gained!

The Phoenix was born together with heaven and earth, yet wearing the Five Virtues, it bears witness to later achievements—hard to say it wasn't accomplished today!

The light of the Five Virtues shone brilliantly, imprinting an era's condensed splendor, as if granting some kind of permit.

Perhaps, after years, in another epoch downstream of time, the Phoenix Ancestor will unfold, the Five Virtues will shine forth, just as the gods now return to their origin and remanifest the scene of the Innate Divine Sages, evolving the great terror of the Witch-Demon Era or the Human King Era!

The Zhou Heavens glitter, the Capital Heaven falls into chaotic ages, the Nine Provinces set their boundaries…

Haotian stands in reverence, the Five Emperors rule the heavens!

The Phoenix Ancestor's decisiveness, the Supreme Emperor's deal—everything happened so swiftly.

A top-tier great adept thus changed his stance and original intent, setting aside the plan to collect debts by force, peacefully coexisting, jointly building a harmonious Honghuang.

And the protection of the Human Dao responded just as swiftly.

At the first moment, a vast, weathered power surged forth, blessing and sustaining her, eternal through myriad calamities.

The Nether River Demon Ancestor's killing sword was cut off—it actually lost its edge, being neutralized!

"Human Dao!"

The Demon Ancestor growled, "You dare come to stop me?!"

"Do you hear the wails of this era?!"

"All living beings, merely because of the gods' conflicting interests, have been divided into two camps!"

"We were once a loving family, like brothers and sisters, but were misled and deceived by false information, staining each other with blood, turning this era crimson!"

"Even if everything can ultimately be made right, the dead can be reborn, and reincarnation can compensate, yet the pain lodged in the hearts of all living beings remains eternal!"

"So, better to let me unleash slaughter, to slay until the Absolute Earth Heavenly Passage, to slay until the end of the Dharma of heaven and earth!"

The Demon Ancestor laughed maniacly, karmic fire red lotus wildly burning beneath his feet, and unseen, a phantom lotus blossomed in the hearts of all beings!

Karmic force is sin.

Karmic fire is the fire that burns sin.

In this era, every living being, in ignorance and unawareness, has forged mistakes and committed sins!

Violating the ancient covenant, they regard those of the opposing camp as enemies, unaware they were once one.

Prejudice, arrogance, greed… myriad flaws arise together, revealing the inadequacy of nature.

Only after the fierce battle did they rebuild order amidst the ruined wreckage; ghosts and gods returned from the underworld, and together with the surviving beings they beheld the desolation of heaven and earth, only then feeling remorse, resolving to amend their ways, shattering the inner obstacles.

This is a calamity, yet also an opportunity, allowing the Human Dao to know its own heart, truly become independent, possess a complete self, no longer a mere replica of the August Emperor Heavenly Emperor of old.

However, even if it is an opportunity… a calamity is still a calamity!

Since it is a calamity, someone must inevitably foot the bill, admitting fault!

The Nether River Demon Ancestor pointed his sword at the gods, killing intent surging, he severed the annals of history!

(End of chapter)