Chapter 509

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Through countless ages and endless years, countless heroes vied for supremacy, and countless valiant figures left their names, together forging a glorious and radiant history.

With the Heavenly Dao defense line, led by Yi Donglai, all collapsing, this moment marks the impending dissolution of the Martial Qi Continent's past glory like mist and smoke.

At least, this was the case for Yao Lao.

He frowned darkly, standing like a wooden statue, silent as he watched the procession led by his "good disciple Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan" surge toward the heavens.

Prison Land… f***!

"Where's my knife?!"

Meng Qi recalled the King's Absolute Knife, the array's core, and instantly, the flawless array — once capable of blocking Shi Hao — cracked open; the Three Thousand Absolute Arrays and Emperor Patterns manifested, bringing forth a cataclysmic, apocalyptic scene.

"Sword, come!!!"

Su Lin grew six wings of light, raised his right hand, and roared to the heavens; the imprint on the Azure Jade Void Sword resonated with his own essence, unleashing a brilliant blue blade of light that split the sky from above.

A torrent of ten-thousand-jun lightning poured down, howling gales entwined with roaring flames.

In the Seventy-Two Cave Heavens and the Thirty-Six Minor Worlds, terrifying omens appeared everywhere.

Shi Hao, his skin charred black, rose from the ground; though the earlier impact had briefly cleared his mind, he still thought the same thing — the stuff these people drank was far too potent.

Even the Three Thousand Absolute Arrays were meant to prevent everyone from wandering off after drinking too much, not to put their own people into resurrection state — thus Shi Hao hadn't even broken his skin.

"Good! I'm in too!"

Shi Hao saw Meng Qi wielding the King's Absolute Knife battling the omens, and Su Lin summoning a vast river of sword qi within radiant light — for a moment, he felt as if he had returned to the days of the Emperor's Border War.

Strange… weren't these two absent back then?

This fleeting doubt vanished in less than a second; he reached for the Great Luo Sword Embryo, searched everywhere, and finally spotted his weapon amid the swirling omens.

Without hesitation, he charged straight into the array, tearing through layer upon layer like a humanoid beast, shattering one Cave Heaven after another, flying toward the world above the heavens.

Mountains piled upon mountains, mist curled around them, ancient trees towered, streams murmured softly — it resembled the Luo Fu Cave Heaven, a paradise on earth.

Yu Rouzi mumbled in her sleep, clutching a corner of Song Shuhang's robe: "Senior Song, I found a fun Mystical Realm…"

Su Shi A-Shi-liu blushed and said: "Shuhang, A-Qi… A-Qi wants you to visit the Su Clan of Tianhe next time…"

"Woof! Shuhang, why aren't you drinking?" King Dou Dou and Black Emperor returned, arms around each other's shoulders, and patted Song Shuhang with their paws.

Black Emperor tugged up his shorts and said: "Woof! Don't be polite, eat and drink all you want, hic! Ye Fan, that heartless bastard, is richer than the Ancient Clan families!"

Though occasionally dragged along when that unlucky thing got hunted, as Ye Fan's power grew and after last time he used the tiger's pelt as a banner, it had started enjoying a comfortable life.

"I'm afraid if I drink too much, I'll reach the Fifth Rank next month." Song Shuhang looked worried, then turned to A-Shi-liu: "Sixteen, what did you just say?"

Su Shi A-Shi-liu lowered her head, fell silent for several seconds, then slapped Song Shuhang on the back: "Idiot!"

Song Shuhang, struck without warning, flew forward and slid over ten meters across the ground.

"Are you alright, Shuhang?" White Zunzhe asked with a cheerful smile.

"I'm fine…" Song Shuhang lifted his head and smiled faintly.

As long as Bai Qianbei is here, nothing bad will happen to me.

If Bai Qianbei leaves, I'll follow him.

He flipped through the Spiritual Cultivation Chat Group in his mind — yes, Song's path to redemption lay within it!

"I'm going next door to have tea with Jiang and Zhong." White Zunzhe glanced behind Song Shuhang. "Drink less, take care of A-Shi-liu and Yu Rouzi."

"Understood." Song Shuhang nodded.

White Zunzhe is just going next door, not leaving this world — no need to worry.

Watching White Zunzhe depart, Song Shuhang turned to A-Shi-liu, still sulking over there — he'd heard her clearly, but…

"Ahhhh—!"

A tremendous force struck him; his protective artifacts shattered instantly, and his body spun like a top through the air — he felt as if a mud truck had rammed him, every muscle limp.

In the instant he began free-falling from the sky, the corner of his eye caught a figure wreathed in divine light above — it was…

Shi Hao Senior?!

Below, the Cave Heaven World collapsed; Black Emperor and King Dou Dou reverted to their true forms, each carrying several drunken cultivators as they fled in haste.

Song Shuhang's face twisted in agony as he fell toward the abyss, screaming his final cry:

"Why?!?!?"

The symphony of pots, pans, bowls, and chopsticks had just ceased; to avoid interference from anything other than music, the Spirit Chefs had deliberately kept their distance from the drinking cultivators when the area was partitioned.

"Why, Shirou? Why do you always avoid me…?" Dada Liya gripped Weigong Shilang's collar; a faint whiff of alcohol mingled with the fragrance of orchids brushed his face.

"Why what…? Liya, you're drunk. Let me take you back to rest…" Weigong Shilang was perfectly sober — he'd just finished working and hadn't even touched a drop of alcohol before the tipsy Liya grabbed him.

"Liar." Dada Liya suddenly shoved Weigong Shilang away. "I get it — you like those three Type-Moon Industries girls, don't you?! Of course — this childish body of mine holds no appeal for you, waaah."

Weigong Shilang sighed: "What nonsense are you talking about…"

Why did she suddenly bring up other women again?

"Marry them all — if you like them, I don't mind at all."

Two delicate hands cradled Weigong Shilang's face; her eyes grew moist, making her wine-red irises shine brighter. "If Shirou likes them, marry them all…"

"But I only like you." Weigong Shilang seized those soft hands and pulled her into his arms, his voice firm: "I love you the most."

"Liar… you've had so long… you never… " Dada Liya turned her head away, glanced at Weigong Shilang, then quickly looked elsewhere: "You've never… never replenished my mana with me."

Weigong Shilang froze, staring at her luscious lips; without realizing it, he leaned closer — their distance shrank…

Boom—!!!

A figure wreathed in lightning shattered the void and burst forth.

Twin wings formed by the True Phoenix Technique ignited a raging sea of fire that swallowed them both; soon after, a streak of sword light shot out — it was Weigong Shilang, face flushed red, holding Dada Liya tightly around her waist.

"Why now?!"

Dada Liya thrashed her limbs, screaming in frustration:

"Damn it!!!"

"He's a chaos enthusiast."

"People, as long as they're happy while alive—"

"It's fine."

"His personality can sometimes be cruel."

"But she can also be kind at times."

A world shrouded in gray mist, distant bell tones echoing, space and dimensions constantly collapsing into chaos, every direction—up, down, left, right—feeling wrong.

"What the hell is so good about him?!" Miss Kelaien had tried his best; he never expected Yi Leina to be this alert, leaving him not a single chance to deceive her, hiding deep within complete dimensional chaos.

He hadn't even drunk any alcohol—how could this witch's tolerance be so poor?! Probably anticipated something.

"At least return the photo to Lu Mingfei?"

"Sure, I've already backed up hundreds of copies."

A flawless bastard!

He'd somehow stumbled into this unexpected turn of events—he and Lu Mingfei had both been far too careless all along.

If this gets exposed, that bastard will definitely target me—I'll never get a single day of peace for the rest of my life!

'He can now even pull others' worlds over'—thinking of this, Miss Kelaien's spiritual worms trembled all over his body.

After carefully questioning Li Huowang about what had happened, Miss Kelaien understood one truth: even if he refused Su Lin's entry into his own world, that bastard would eventually find a way in anyway!

His "Nascent Soul" is a hybrid of Yuanshi Tianzun and God!

As Miss Kelaien stood frozen, Yi Leina appeared in the gray mist, holding a wine bottle; she tossed a photo into the air, a cryptic smile curling at her lips.

Yi Leina raised a wine goblet and drained the emerald liquid in one gulp: "I want to see the historical projection of the Goddess of Light."

"You might as well kill me." Miss Kelaien said, expressionless.

This isn't how you court death.

"Then I'll destroy the backups too." Yi Leina's lips curled upward.

Miss Kelaien fell silent for several seconds; considering this a legitimate reason, he suppressed the thrill in his heart and reached into the air with his fingers.

Miss Kelaien fell silent for a few seconds, considering that this was a legitimate reason, suppressing the thrill stirring inside him, and his five fingers swiped at the air.

His pupils shrank; he widened his eyes toward the altered space—and in that instant, Shi Hao split the sky in two with a river of ordered divine chains.

His pupils contracted, and he widened his eyes to look at the tampered spatial position; in that very instant, Shi Hao, bearing the long river formed from the chains of Order, split the sky in two.

A familiar voice echoed behind Miss Kelaien. Just as Miss Kelaien prepared to self-destruct and revive on the Source Altar, the voice asked, puzzled: "What are you doing here?"

Miss Kelaien turned to Su Lin—behind him, several figures cloaked and hooded, each carrying a Mystic Weight, flew past.

"I'm going to shatter this heavens!"

"Dòu! Pò! Cāng! Qióng!"

"Wuhu—!"

"I am Yan Di—I shall suppress all enemies under heaven!"

"The Dragon Grandpa is going to fuck the sky!"

Su Lin turned his head, scratched his scalp.

"Su Lin! You're just in time!" Yi Leina greeted.

Miss Kelaien snapped his fingers, instantly swapping her position with an object—a rusty metal trash bin appeared where Yi Leina had stood.

Then Miss Kelaien pulled out Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan's historical projection and buried it within history.

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan's hollow eyes flickered with a glimmer of light; he picked up a Mystic Weight, pulled on his hood, and said to Su Lin: "All is permitted, all is illusion!"

Su Lin heard this, pulled on his hood, and a Mystic Weight appeared on his wrist: "We till the darkness, serve the light—we are, Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan."

Upon hearing these words, Su Lin pulled on his hood, and an Mystic Weight Scale materialized in his hand: "We toil in darkness, we serve in light—we are Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan."

Black chains burst through the mist, encircling a ten-mile radius completely.

"Hehe, there's even a guy who isn't even a Star Dou Zong." Qiu Di sneered at Su Lin, whose back bore six radiant wings: "Is this your confidence? Yao Chen, you've lost your mind—bringing a bunch of fools to die!"

He looked down from above, watching them fly toward him at "extremely slow" speed.

"Still a bunch of drunks, hahaha."

Terrifying Dou Qi ripples spread outward in concentric rings.

Qiu Di had never been so delighted—he even sent a message to the Lord of the Soul Sect, summoning his followers to witness his long-awaited revenge.

He, who had once been defeated by Yao Chen, would surely—

His elation froze abruptly—he realized his attacks could never land, as if striking an invisible barrier.

"Qiu Di." The Lord of the Soul Sect, Hun Miesheng, appeared beside Qiu Di White Zunzhe: "Is Yao Chen here?!"

Had the guardian sent to the Jiamá Empire not failed to complete the mission—slaughtering the Xiao Clan and capturing Xiao Zhan—he would have already entered deep seclusion.

"Yes, look." Qiu Di retracted the chains—inside, the scene showed a young boy swinging a bladeless sword embryo at the air, absurdly.

Qiu Di's disciple hurriedly said: "These are Yao Chen's allies—we've trapped them. Yao Chen is below."

Hun Miesheng's gaze swept over Shi Hao's face, then settled on Yao Chen, standing in the center of the ground, expressionless and utterly hopeless.

"Overly clever." Hun Miesheng judged: "

Yao Chen is useful—keep him alive."

Trying to play hide-and-seek under the Soul Clan's nose isn't that easy.

Keeping Yao Chen alive means the rest can be disposed of freely.

Qiu Di's disciple's face lit up—he'd spotted several peerless beauties; if he turned them into Soul Servants—

He couldn't help laughing aloud: "Hehe—"

Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing out loud: "Heh"

All members of the Soul Sect who had already arrived or just arrived were frozen in place by the aura of a primordial beast.

Crack—one moment, something shattered utterly, and the surging True Phoenix Flame, colorful exotic flames, Light Flame, Eight Trigrams Flame, and Three Pure Fire surged across heaven and earth, converging into a brilliant horizon line!

Several ancient rulers wrapped in dazzling flames pierced through space, severing the floating clouds above and cutting off the earthly chronicles below.

Burning all things to ash, annihilating all existence, reborn from fire—every phenomenon lay within it.

Flames flickered like shadows; everyone felt like a swarm of ants suddenly thrust into an ocean of fire, insignificant before the boundless sea.

The line of fire spread relentlessly—first across the sky over the Soul Sect's territory, then across Zhongzhou, finally expanding to all eight directions!

The entire dome of heaven was fully ignited.

Ashes drifted like falling stars; several figures clad in identical hooded robes gripped massive rulers, blazing fiercely as if molten lava flowed within them.

What was dripping from the top of his head?

The Soul Sect's Guardian reached up and wiped it—saw a mixture of white and red fluid, along with fragments of Soul Chains.

His eyes rolled back, and he collapsed straight down.

"Who are you?!" Hun Miesheng felt he could barely breathe; forcing back his terror, he stared at these terrifying masters whose faces he could not see.

A chilling laugh echoed over the Soul Sect—familiar, just like the habitual laugh long whispered through the Soul Sect's halls.

But these figures' laughter was more chilling, more dreadful—like demons escaped from hell.

Behind these people, within the shattered space, lay scenes of sunken earth, inverted seas, a fractured sky, collapsing all things, and swirling chaos—they had stepped forth from a world already destroyed, not from the Soul Sect's empty courtyard!

Behind these people, within the shattered space, there appeared scenes of the earth caving in, oceans pouring backward, the firmament breaking apart, all things collapsing, and chaos spreading—they had walked out of the worlds they themselves had destroyed, not from the empty grounds of the Soul Hall!

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