Chapter 463: Slay the Abyss Sea, the Demon Master Appears

The Ancient Ancestor of the Abyss had lived too long; those who live long usually have one advantage—they run faster than anyone else when things turn bad.

He rolled his sleeves, carrying the Flood-Sealing Pearl, black water supporting his body, while a rift in the void behind him had already opened—just half a breath, and he could vanish into the Northern Abyss’s dark currents.

Once there, the sky would be vast, the sea boundless; Su Chen would never find him again, like searching for a needle in the ocean.

Unfortunately, Su Chen gave him no such half-breath.

Seeing him flee, Su Chen immediately summoned the Chaotic Bell.

“Dong—”

The Chaotic Bell rang; the power to suppress time and space enveloped the void. The rift was swept by the xuan-huang bell waves, cracking and groaning before being forcibly frozen in place.

The Ancient Ancestor of the Abyss had already shoved half his body through the rift—but got stuck, the scene absurdly comical.

The Lion-Camel King watched from afar and muttered, “This old thing runs fast enough, but Brother Su Chen won’t let him get away.”

The Cobra Demon King, gripping his long halberd, laughed along loudly.

The Ox Demon King didn’t laugh—he had just crushed the Peng Demon King, his rage still burning. Seeing the Ancient Ancestor of the Abyss try to flee, he spat white vapor from his nostrils: “Brother Su Chen, don’t let him escape!”

Su Chen had no time to answer. He stood atop the black water, chaotic energy patterns spreading beneath his feet, his 365 acupoints activating, deep within his flesh a dull, rhythmic throb echoed.

Su Chen reached out, fingers clamping down on the Ancient Ancestor of the Abyss. Trapped in the space rift, the old man roared in fury, his scales cracking and peeling off in large patches.

He activated the Flood-Sealing Pearl; the Northern Abyss’s black water surged into ten thousand water blades, slashing back at Su Chen’s wrist.

Su Chen pressed his palm down; chaotic energy formed a grinding wheel in his palm, crushing the water blades instantly, then grasping the Ancient Ancestor of the Abyss’s throat through empty space, dragging him back from the rift.

“You came when you wanted. You think you can leave when you want?”

Su Chen looked down at him.

“Do you think this is the Northern Abyss?”

The Ancient Ancestor of the Abyss was now seething with rage. For countless years he had ruled the Northern Abyss—save for the Demon Master Kunpeng—no one had ever dared to grip him like this.

What he found even harder to accept was that this young man in blue robes, whose cultivation base was merely Luo Jinxian mid-stage, possessed a body of astonishing strength.

The Ancient Ancestor of the Abyss stared at Su Chen, a low, guttural chuckle rumbling in his throat.

“Good. Good, Su Chen.”

His scales rose one by one; the Flood-Sealing Pearl hovered above his head, its interior resonating with the roar of ten thousand seas.

“Even if I die today, I’ll tear off half your life!”

As his words ended, the Ancient Ancestor of the Abyss’s body swelled violently, breaking free from Su Chen’s grip, transforming into a colossal Flood-Sealing Demon Whale that blotted out half of the Flame Mountain.

The Demon Whale’s body stretched for miles, its spine rising like mountain ranges, its fins unfurling, stirring the frigid tides of the Northern Abyss.

The Flood-Sealing Pearl hovered at his brow; the next instant, ten thousand li of black water surged from within, lifting this ancient beast of destruction.

He opened his mouth and sucked in—the clouds, mist, crimson sands, and shattered rocks within the Flame Mountain were all dragged into his belly.

The Ox Demon King used his divine power to shield the demon soldiers and generals from Cuiping Mountain, roaring at Su Chen: “Brother, be careful! This old bastard is going all out!”

Before his words faded, the Demon Whale let out a long, piercing cry.

He burned his primordial essence, his power surging another tier, nearing the late stage of a True Saint, and with his divine art, he crushed the black waters of the Northern Abyss toward Su Chen.

This was no ordinary water—it was divine water infused with his Great Devouring Sea Dao. Anything falling into it would be ground into nothingness: flesh, primordial spirit, magic power—all erased.

Su Chen looked up and saw black water blotting out the sky, the Demon Whale looming above.

He smiled faintly.

“Now this looks more like a True Saint-level demon beast.”

As he spoke, Su Chen’s body trembled, the Chaotic Nine Revolutions reaching its peak.

All 365 acupoints ignited at once, like 365 stars awakening within his flesh.

Within each acupoint, clear and turbid separated, the Five Phases flowed, yin and yang locked in mutual embrace, chaotic energy surging through them, finally converging into the great dragon of his spine.

Su Chen activated the Divine Art of Manifesting Heaven and Earth; his body surged upward, his blue robe transforming into a chaotic battle robe, his hair whipping wildly, and in an instant, he became a ten-thousand-zhang divine form.

Su Chen’s ten-thousand-zhang form stood above the Flame Mountain, the Chaotic Bell hovering above his head, black water beneath his feet, his acupoints blazing, chaotic energy swirling around him—like a primordial chaos demon descending upon the world.

Simultaneously, the Return-to-Emptiness Divine Axe fell into his palm and grew with him, its blade Ningjuningju the primordial intent of creation.

The Ancient Ancestor of the Abyss roared in fury; his Demon Whale true form, dragging ten thousand li of black water, charged forward.

Su Chen gripped the axe with both hands; the Chaotic Bell spun above his head, xuan-huang bell waves cascading down, pinning the Demon Whale’s true form.

The massive fish body crashed into the bell waves, its speed plummeting, scales shattering in vast patches, black blood splattering onto the volcanic rock, etching countless tiny holes.

Just as Su Chen raised the divine axe to deliver the final blow, a rift opened silently behind him.

A shadow burst from the space fissure—it was Kunpeng, using the Kunpeng Extreme Speed divine art.

He had been hiding in the void all along, waiting for the precise moment Su Chen summoned the Chaotic Bell.

Now Su Chen’s momentum was fully built, the divine axe locked onto the Ancient Ancestor of the Abyss, the Chaotic Bell suppressing the Demon Whale’s true form—by all logic, this was his most vulnerable instant.

Kunpeng’s eyes burned with madness; his hands transformed into heavenly demon claws, five fingers swirling with formless demonic light. Before his claws even struck, the chaotic battle robe on Su Chen’s back tore into deep rips.

The Formless Heavenly Demon Claw That Splits the Primordial Spirit—this was one of Kunpeng’s ultimate killing arts, capable of shattering flesh and splitting the primordial spirit.

“Little thief, die!”

Kunpeng’s voice echoed behind Su Chen, thick with years of suppressed venom.

The next instant, he saw Su Chen turn half his face.

But that face held no panic—only a faint expression of “You finally showed up.”

Kunpeng’s heart sank—he realized too late that something was wrong.

Su Chen’s lips curled slightly; from his spiritual sea, the Nine Demon Tower flew out.

The nine-tiered demon tower expanded with the wind, its demonic runes glowing, ten thousand demonic rays cascading down to shield Su Chen’s back.

Kunpeng’s claw struck the Nine Demon Tower with full force.

The tower’s demonic light shattered and reformed; the void collapsed under the pressure of two forces, the laws of heaven and earth above Flame Mountain spiraling into chaos, as if the end of the world had come.

Su Chen’s ten-thousand-zhang form was shoved forward half a step, his blood boiling, a metallic sweetness rising to his throat.

But he did not turn to defend—he instead brought down the Creation Axe with the momentum.

The Return-to-Emptiness Divine Axe slashed down; a beam of creation-awakening axe-light flared, piercing through ten thousand li of black water, splitting it cleanly. The Demon Whale’s massive true form was severed from head to tail by a single line of axe-light.

The Ancient Ancestor of the Abyss’s scream echoed across Flame Mountain.

The Demon Whale’s body split in two; black blood rained down like a storm. One half crashed into the valley, crushing several volcanoes; the other half remained afloat on black water—but already lifeless.

A primordial spirit flew out from the split body, its face twisted in terror.

“No! Demon Master, save me—”

Before he could finish, Su Chen lightly shook the Chaotic Bell.

The bell waves swept over; the Ancient Ancestor of the Abyss’s primordial spirit froze midair, then shattered into fine specks of light, crushed to dust by the sound.

The Flood-Sealing Pearl, now ownerless, let out a mournful cry, then was snatched into Su Chen’s palm.

At the same time, within the Nine Demon Tower, the restless Northern Abyss Devouring Cauldron fell silent.

Above Flame Mountain, only black water rained down, white mist churning.

The demons of the Demon Master’s Palace erupted into chaos, scattering in all directions.

After killing the Ancient Ancestor of the Abyss, Su Chen’s ten-thousand-zhang form slowly receded, returning to his blue-robed appearance.

The Nine Demon Tower hovered above his head, still trembling—the blow from Kunpeng’s claw, though blocked by the tower, had still injured Su Chen.

Su Chen wiped the chaotic blood from his lips.

Kunpeng stood before the space rift, hands hanging limp, fingertips still glowing with formless demonic light.

He watched as the Ancient Ancestor of the Abyss was slain and the Flood-Sealing Pearl fell into Su Chen’s hands, his face twisting into a cruel smile.

“Good. Good. Good!”

“I spent years setting up this trap—and you ended up killing the Abyss Ancestor too.”

He stared at the blood still on Su Chen’s lips, his eyes swirling with madness.

“But you’re not unharmed.”

Kunpeng raised his hand; behind him, the colossal Northern Abyss Whale and the Nine Heavens Great Peng flickered alternately, the aura of a peak True Saint crushing the clouds.

“With your current state, can you survive my second strike?”

Su Chen held the Return-to-Emptiness Divine Axe slanting downward, the Nine Demon Tower hovering above, the Chaotic Bell humming softly beside him.

He looked at Kunpeng, his expression calm.

“Try it.”