Chapter 439: The Day Destined to Be Recorded in History

At this moment, Shenming Mozun wanted to curse his mother.

Far behind, Zhang Hao and Gao Xianghong exchanged glances; they recognized Shenming Mozun’s expression—it was silently screaming “WDNMD.”

The Ancestors of Tianshen Palace and Lingxing also looked no better.

The most stunned was the Chen Clan’s Ancient Ancestor, who had calculated every detail and believed victory was certain—only for the opponent to simply brute-force it, bringing seven immortal-demon allies out of nowhere.

Guihong Mozun was understandable, but where had the other six divine sixth-step immortal-demons come from?

“I thought I was already a cheater, but my Master is the real cheater—this cheat is insane.”

Zhang Hao muttered inwardly: his Master had summoned six sixth-step divine immortal-demons at once, truly terrifying him—but he now understood that besides Guihong Mozun’s connection, another reason for their arrival was that Zhang Hao himself came from the Initial Realm.

These elders knew the Initial Realm had fought in the earliest battlefields.

At this moment, Zhang Hao felt a surge of pride—pride in being a native of the Initial Realm.

“You, Ancient Ancestor Chen, should never have touched my old friend, and never dared lay hands on the heroes of the Initial Realm. Today, the Chen Clan Ancient Line, Tianshen Palace, Lingxing Mountain, and Shenming Sect shall be erased from the Tianhong Great Realm!”

His voice rolled like thunder, surging with righteous energy that shook heaven and earth, echoing across the boundless expanse.

Even millions of miles away, it rang clear.

Countless beings turned pale, their spirits trembling—annihilation? And of four giant-tier factions?!

A deafening explosion erupted.

In the direction of the Chen Clan Ancient Line, thousands upon thousands of suns seemed to burst forth, divine arts and spiritual techniques shaking heaven and earth.

At this moment,

Every top-tier faction in the Tianhong Great Realm frantically sent messages to their sects and clans: a colossal battle had erupted at the Chen Clan Ancient Line—unprecedented in scale.

No exaggeration.

It was truly unprecedented: twelve sixth-step divine beings clashed. The Tianhong Great Realm had never seen such a massive melee—rarer even than the Immortal War.

The Tianhong Great Realm had witnessed the Immortal War before.

But twelve sixth-step immortal-demons clashing? That involved at least seven or eight giant-tier factions—such a scenario had almost never occurred.

Even if similar situations had occurred, no giant-tier faction had ever unleashed its full sixth-step potential.

The battle at the Chen Clan Ancient Line stirred countless immortal-demons, all turning their gazes toward the scene, their expressions stunned—as if they could not believe this was happening.

“Huh? So many unfamiliar auras—who is Ancient Ancestor Chen fighting?”

“I sensed Guihong Mozun and Bai Yuan Xianjun’s auras, plus many others—what faction are they from? They don’t seem to be from our realm… who summoned these other-realm immortal-demons? Bai Yuan Xianjun? Or Ancient Ancestor Chen?”

“After this battle, one of the giant factions will surely be wiped out.”

Leaders and potentials of the major factions, thousands of miles away from the Chen Clan’s ancient lineage, stood in the heavens, gazing toward the Chen Clan’s direction.

They did not approach the Chen Clan’s territory.

Such a chaotic immortal-demon battle—if caught in the crossfire, even immortals and demons would suffer dearly.

But that didn’t stop them from watching.

At their level, there were countless ways to observe events millions of miles away.

Faintly, they could hear screams and roars from the Chen Clan’s direction.

So loud they shook the nine heavens and echoed through the ten lands—uninformed observers might think heaven itself had erupted in rage, shaking heaven and earth.

“Bai Yuan!!!”

“Guihong!!!”

The leaders and potentials of the great clans recognized the voices—those were the screams of the Chen Clan’s ancient ancestor.

His voice carried desperation, fury, and even a hint of… sheer agony.

The Chen Clan Ancient Ancestor truly felt agony—he finally understood why Zhang Hao had slain Chen Xuan: the Chen Clan, and indeed all of the Tianhong Great Realm’s forces and heroes, had utterly underestimated Zhang Hao.

Zhang Hao was the most terrifying hero in the Tianhong Great Realm.

Because this bastard… was playing the fool to eat the tiger—he was no ordinary mortal of the Tianhong Great Realm, but came from an utterly terrifying world: the Initial Realm.

Ever since the matter of the River of Time began, every faction in the Tianhong Great Realm had relentlessly sought the main world of the River of Time.

They never imagined the answer was right before them: Zhang Hao himself came from that world—and he had hidden it so deeply.

“Zhang Brother is truly a master of deception.”

Near the Chen Clan Ancient Line, a hero who had retreated far before the battle erupted stood safely out of range, unable to help but sigh.

Clearly, he had overheard the conversation between the Nine Provinces’ First Immortal Sovereign and the Chen Clan Ancient Ancestor.

As Shangchuan Zun had predicted, after today, the Initial Realm would be spread through the Tianhong Great Realm, then to other worlds—soon, all realms would be connected, and the name “Initial Realm” would echo across the multiverse.

But the spread was too slow—Shangchuan Zun needed to accelerate it.

Of course, all this tied into Shangchuan Zun’s later plans; right now, he only needed to plant a fuse—to use the Tianhong Great Realm, the Void Demon Realm, the Myriad Wastelands, and other known Initial Realm-linked worlds to spread the name of the Initial Realm.

Otherwise, when the next script unfolded, if other realms knew nothing of the Initial Realm, they would doubt its grandeur and glory—someone from outside had to spread the word.

Flowers need green leaves to stand out.

These other realms that knew of the Initial Realm were the green leaves—their testimony that the Initial Realm was powerful carried far more credibility than if the Initial Realm’s own people spoke of it.

The battle came swiftly, unexpected by all; it ended just as quickly—in less than a day, this battle destined to be recorded in history was over.

Anyone who heard it ended in a single day was stunned.

Twelve sixth-step giant beings were involved—how could it have lasted only one day?

Remember, even a one-on-one duel between sixth-step divine beings could last days, turning heaven and earth upside down; last time, Guihong Mozun and Bai Yuan Xianjun fought for half a day—and that was just a minor squabble.

Only those who watched the battle firsthand knew why.

A twelve-way sixth-step clash should have lasted long—but only if both sides were evenly matched, or at least close in strength.

But this battle was a massacre—a one-sided annihilation, a crushing advance.

Eight against four—double the numbers.

The battle ended.

Shenming Mozun was cut in half, his soul obliterated; the Ancestor of Tianshen Palace was nailed to the nine heavens, body and Dao destroyed; Lingxing’s Ancestor was ground into nothingness, leaving only an empty immortal-demon corpse.

The Chen Clan Ancient Ancestor suffered the worst—his body shattered, his soul crushed, utterly and completely dead.

The deaths of these four immortal-demons meant the collapse of their respective factions.

Bai Yuan Xianjun and Guihong Mozun, leading the Nine Provinces’ First Immortal Sovereign and others, rushed immediately to the Chen Clan Ancient Line, Tianshen Palace, Lingxing Mountain, and Shenming Sect, wiping them all out.

They were reasonable men, but they understood the danger of leaving future threats—anyone who reached their level had blood on their hands, thousands or tens of thousands dead.

This was the first time Gao Xianghong saw these elders—who had always been kind to him—reveal their ruthless side.

It was beyond brutal.

As they wiped out the sects, they chatted and laughed, dividing the spoils of the four fallen factions—standing right on the blood-soaked ground of the destroyed realms, surrounded by piles of corpses.

This day,

was destined to be recorded in the annals of the Tianhong Great Realm.

Four giant-tier factions, including one ancient clan, were all annihilated.

On this day, the names of Zhang Hao, the Nine Provinces’ First Immortal Sovereign, and all members of the “Should We Do It Today?” group echoed across the Tianhong Great Realm.

The long-standing mystery of which world was the main stream of the River of Time was finally revealed.

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