Chapter 223: The Godly Soil Sinks into Ruin and Renewal; Heart Set on Yang Chan, Heading to Mount Hua

A biting murderous intent swirled and surged.

"How is this possible? How dare they commit their full strength? Do they not want the foundation of Youming anymore?"

The Cancong Clan felt both shocked and furious.

The separation of Yin and Yang is a commandment of Youming. It is not easy for those of Youming to come to the world of the living.

Of course, for a power like the Great Han Underworld Dragon Court, traveling between the Yin and Yang realms is nothing of note.

The key was that he saw clearly: this time, the Great Han Underworld Dragon Court had come with all their might, leaving absolutely no one behind to guard their base.

One must know that for an Underworld Dragon Court that has already stabilized, the Underworld is its true foundation; the world of the living is merely icing on the cake! "Ranmang!"

Just as the Cancong Clan was in the midst of shock and fury, amidst the gloom before his eyes, a shout accompanied the sudden appearance of a golden glow.

At first, it was just a glimmer, the size of a grain of rice, completely inconspicuous. A moment later, it transformed into a floating bridge, adorned with gold and engraved with dragon patterns, appearing from afar and drawing near, seeming both present and absent.

In the blink of an eye, the floating bridge had descended upon the Godly Soil. At the end of the bridge, a beam of light spilled down from the sky, suddenly spreading out into a vast fan shape.

Banners fluttered, and an army of thousands, led by Liu Bang and his civil and military officials, roared as they charged directly into the Cancong Clan's Godly Soil.

Billions of decrees, dense and intricate, descended from above, the dragon shapes colliding and emitting the sounds of bells, drums, and jade, containing a mighty, irresistible power that swept everything away.

"Jiyang!"

Seeing the vast army, and Liu Bang, who wore an emperor's robes with the beaded crown hanging to his shoulders, the Cancong Clan roared in anger.

"Ranmang, since you still recognize me, why do you not surrender at once!"

Following Liu Bang's reply, every word burst forth, shining with brilliant light, the rays extending a thousand feet, with decrees like gold and the protection of dragons and phoenixes.

To speak with the authority of Heaven—it was nothing more than this.

"Surrender?"

Cancong sneered: "Hmph! Jiyang, since you have reincarnated, you have become so heartless. Today, I shall perish together with you!"

"Divine Punishment!"

Knowing he was facing an unprecedented opponent, the Cancong Clan gritted his teeth and stopped worrying about the consumption of his divine power. Across the entire Godly Soil, thunder and lightning erupted, arcs of light colliding and containing a sense of repulsion.

Of course, this was not true thunder, but rather simulated using divine power.

Although it carried no heavenly might, it was bolstered by the rules of the Godly Soil, and its divine power was boundless, as vast as the Abyssal Sea.

"Perish together?"

"Hahaha!"

"Old friend, you underestimate me far too much!"

Each word, each sentence, spat from Liu Bang's mouth, transformed into verbal Curse dragon scripts, blocking the thunder that filled the sky.

Afterward, Dragon Qi decrees appeared one after another, annihilating the thunder completely.

The clouds dispersed and the rain ceased.

Auspicious clouds filled the air on both sides, subtly forming bells, drums, jade flutes, zithers, seven-stringed lutes, and so on; various musical instruments played without wind, their sound shaking the space.

Auspicious energy descended, landing between his brows. Liu Bang's crown was pushed up, with a True Dragon coiled upon it, its scales golden, breathing out purple and cyan, its momentum quite formidable.

He looked at the Cancong Clan, who no longer resembled his former self, his eyes filled with undisguised murderous intent and pity.

"Ranmang! You are, after all, a sage of my Human Race. Today, I, your old friend, shall personally see you off!"

The voice rang out, booming with a roar.

It shook the surroundings, and frost fell in a flurry, accumulating in a thick layer on the ground.

At a glance, it was chilling.

"Haha! A fine Jiyang indeed!"

"I never expected that the one who came to me was merely an avatar!"

"I admit you are strong enough! But this avatar of yours is not simple either! It must have been split directly from your true body."

"I imagine that if this avatar of yours were to perish, the Daluo Realm would become a distant, unreachable dream for you!"

The Cancong Clan's eyes were filled with indifference. Knowing that his fate was sealed today, he risked the destruction of his Godly Soil and his own demise, mobilizing all the divine power of the Godly Soil and himself to attack Liu Bang.

Even if he were to perish, he would tear a piece of flesh from him.

Boom—

Inside the entire Godly Soil, spiritual energy surged, the earth shook and the mountains swayed, thunder and lightning flashed, wind and clouds gathered, dragons and tigers met, and the vast, mighty power felt as if it were tangible.

"Kill!"

Within the Godly Soil, there were still the Divine Dao Dharma soldiers that the Cancong Clan had accumulated over countless years. Following the command of their God Lord, they swarmed like ants toward Liu Bang and his followers.

Soldier against soldier, general against general.

King against king.

Dragon Qi against divine power.

The two forces collided, and the mere aftershocks pressed down in layers, surging back and forth.

With the Cancong Clan's Godly Soil damaged, his temple toppled, and his source of incense and faith destroyed, he quickly fell into a disadvantage.

It was only because his divine body and divine power had been tempered in every way over countless ages, refined into one, that his resistance was so strong.

Furthermore, the Godly Soil Dharma Realm accumulated over countless ages was incredibly formidable, which allowed him to struggle and hold on under Liu Bang.

However, his defeat and demise were only a matter of time.

……

Everything went smoothly on Liu Bang's side; even when he divided himself into ten, each avatar was invincible.

But his descendants encountered problems after destroying several Godly Soils.

A certain Godly Soil.

The white marble railings were scattered and broken, the precious trees with leaves of gold and jade were bare, the Lotus Lamp lanterns were half-destroyed, and so on; the traces of battle were shocking.

All around were scattered severed limbs and broken arms, along with bronze armor and a dilapidated chariot with one wheel, revealing the devastation left in the wake of war.

Crackle, crackle—

From time to time, a crackling sound emerged, like someone flicking a lamp wick, yet it lacked any aesthetic beauty, giving one a chill that seeped into the marrow.

A Divine Immortal Realm practitioner of the "Divine Immortal Path" was locked in battle with the three emperors of the Nether Han Dragon Court.

Swept up by Dragon Qi, they actually held the upper hand in the great battle, forcing these three emperors to struggle just to maintain their defense.

This Divine Immortal Path practitioner wore a dark green Daoist robe, a precious bell hovering above their head, a divine scroll manifesting behind their back, and held a Dharma sword, radiating a stern and divine might.

The precious bell above protected their body, fending off attacks, while the divine scroll behind rotated slowly, three thousand divine thunders sweeping across the world.

The Dharma sword in their hand shone with a deep green light, clear as autumn water; with a single horizontal sweep, it could actually sever the Dynasty Dragon Qi. In the Godly Soil, every time the sword swung, one could hear the mournful cries of the Dragon Qi.

Meanwhile, Han Huidi, Han Wendi, and Han Jingdi circled the Daoist, either manifesting bells and drums, lowering canopies, or gripping sword seals.

Wisps and strands of Dynasty Dragon Qi flowed continuously, howling without cease, as they tangled in battle with this Divine Immortal Path practitioner.

"Second Uncle, watch out—"

Han Jingdi let out a cry of alarm, transforming his own imperial Dragon Qi into a precious pillar that descended in layer upon layer, shielding Han Huidi's entire body.

Crack—

At the sound of a crisp snap, the Dragon Qi pillar surrounding Han Huidi shattered instantly.

Fortunately, taking advantage of this buffer, Han Jingdi descended with lightning speed and, like someone casting a fishing line, pulled his convenient Second Uncle to his side.

They dodged the attack from the Dharma sword in the Daoist's hand.

"The three of us, back to back! Hold on a little longer, the Grand Ancestor's avatar will arrive soon—" Han Wendi leaped over to their side and said in a deep voice.

The three Nether Han emperors immediately shifted their positions, huddling back-to-back to guard against the Daoist's attacks.

"It is fortunate that after you and I tried to extinguish a Godly Soil alone and felt our strength lacking, we gathered together to act," Han Jingdi transmitted his voice, still shaken.

"Otherwise, if it had been any one of the three of us facing them, we would have faced the peril of death!"

Han Wendi stared at the Daoist, his attacks never ceasing, and without hiding the killing intent in his eyes, he said: "This dog thief is secretly practicing the Dragon-Slaughtering Art; it is clear he harbors great ambitions."

"It is also fortunate that we forced this dog thief out today, or he would have left behind endless trouble."

Although ordinary "Divine Immortals" can withstand the impact of Dragon Qi better than pure incense-based deities,

after all, a Divine Immortal still carries the word "Immortal," making them different from those pure incense-based deities. They use Dharma power, not pure divine power.

But there is absolutely no reason for them to be as fierce as this Daoist.

The reason this Daoist could hold such a dominant upper hand was precisely because they had mastered the Dragon-Slaughtering Art, a method specifically targeting Dynasty Dragon Qi.

Yet this method had been secretly hidden by this Daoist until now; if not for the Great Han's plan to purge gods with Dragon Qi today, it is feared it would never have been discovered.

What they intended to do is evident.

In any case, for the Great Han Dynasty, it would not be anything good, and naturally, it is a crime that cannot be forgiven!

It must be killed quickly. Therefore—not to mention that things are already on the verge of being triggered and there is no room to retreat. Even letting this Daoist escape would be a grave error.

This is the reason why these three Han emperors, despite being in constant peril under that Dragon-Slaughtering sword, were unwilling to retreat in the slightest.

After another moment passed, the three Han emperors finally held out until the arrival of Liu Bang's avatar.

They dealt with this hidden menace in short order.

……

Cancong Clan Godly Soil.

Beast-faced spouts held water, tilting to spray snow, reflecting against the trees and flowers in elegant silence.

Stone colors and pine shadows intertwined, verdant from top to bottom, mottled and variegated.

Further away, flowers bloomed lushly, while scorched earth appeared everywhere.

The once clear and bright Godly Soil was now covered by vast swathes of dim yellow aura, and a layer of inescapable black clouds obscured the sky.

There was a sense of decay, decadence, gloom, and the arrival of an inevitable end.

The sun setting in the west, nearing dusk—that is exactly how it was.

"Ranmang! Go in peace—"

Liu Bang shouted loudly.

Profound immortal music emerged, weaving from left and right to form a magnificent chapter.

There were officials at court, scholars reciting poetry, farmers tilling the fields, fishermen taking out their nets, women stepping on looms,... and so on and so forth.

A thousand postures and forms.

All these things condensed into a grand scroll.

The already ethereal figure of the Cancong Clan had no power to resist; they were swept up by the scroll and, under the scouring of the Dynasty Dragon Qi, vanished into nothingness.

They dissipated like a dream or a bubble.

This struggle finally came to an end.

Rumble—

As the Cancong Clan perished from the world, the Godly Soil collapsed with a roar.

"Go!"

Gazing at the ruined and withered Godly Soil, Liu Bang waved his hand, banners unfurling like a flood, heading toward another Godly Soil.

……

Just like that, with the intervention of the Great Han Underworld Dragon Court, those of the Divine Dao who had not been swept away by the Dragon Qi but were left severely wounded were sent into eternal sleep one by one.

If anyone were to look down upon the Great Han with their primordial spirit, they could see that those Godly Soil realms, once as brilliant as stars, were now dim and pitch black.

The divine power within them was being drawn out, strand by strand, then transforming back into an unknown force, merging into the void.

Within the entire Great Han territory, the circle of deities and Divine Immortals could be said to have been completely renewed.

And on Fang Longye's side.

That big shot, the Red Emperor Yan Ju, drifted away after chatting with Huang Feihu.

In fact, Fang Longye quickly caught on to the purpose of his visit to the Eastern Peak Divine Mansion: it was to give Huang Feihu a sweet treat.

After all, no matter how one looked at it, Huang Feihu had suffered an unprovoked disaster during this purging of the gods by Dynasty Dragon Qi.

Of course, a Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak was not important; what was important was using this to express the Human Race's goodwill to those in the Divine Dao with deep roots, showing that the Human Race was not targeting everyone in the Divine Dao.

This was Fang Longye's own speculation.

He estimated that even if the facts differed somewhat from his guess, the discrepancy should not be too large.

"Good heavens! These deities enfeoffed by Liu Che have taken office so quickly?"

The clear sky was like a wash, dotted with wisps of clouds.

Fang Longye, stepping on cloud light, looked down at the temples that had taken on a new look one by one, each containing a faint aura of divine light, and could not help but smile.

As it happened, not long after Chidi Yanju left, Fang Longye also took his leave of Huang Feihu.

He had not forgotten that Yang Chan still bore a Divine Dao Talisman of the Lady Sovereign of the Huashan Divine Peak.

This was also the origin of her being called the Three Holy Mothers.

Of course, he was not worried about the safety of Yang Chan's Divine Dao avatar. Just kidding—what was her status? How could anything possibly happen to her?

However, wasn't this the perfect opportunity to go and express his concern? With this thought in mind, Fang Longye naturally could not stay at Mount Tai any longer. And so, he was already nearly back in the Guanzhong region.

Feeling the brand-new incense-based Divine Dao along the way and recalling the scenes he had seen at Mount Tai, Fang Longye sighed, "The might of the Human King!"

To drive the Dragon Qi and purge the gods, to move one's authority and cause the stars to fall—it was truly domineering to the point of being unstoppable.

However, he only sighed; in his heart, he was not envious in the slightest.

He was truly not envious.

It was no longer the era of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors ruling the world.

In that era, every Human Emperor was a great power who used their own immense strength to harness the Human Emperor Dragon Qi, sweeping across the eight wildernesses and six unions, invincible in all directions.

Times change and the world follows.

In this era, the peak of a Human King's life was just like this. Without understanding cultivation, what use was a body of Dynasty Dragon Qi, no matter how domineering?

Being a Human King and driving Dragon Qi, as it appeared now, did not have much of a future.

Even if Liu Bang had opened up the Underworld Dragon Court system, didn't a Human King still have to take it step by step after death?

Only through cultivation, with immense power returning to oneself and sweeping across the eight wildernesses and six unions, could one attain eternal freedom.

Thinking all the way, Fang Longye soon arrived at the territory of Huashan.

Huashan.

Winding paths were secluded, vines hung down, stone stairs stretched on, apes climbed, and white clouds were often seen coming from distant peaks, drifting with the wind without any fixed form.

Just looking at this mountain, one felt that a third of the world's sharpness lay here; it was truly a top-tier precipitous ridge and dangerous peak.

"Eh? I was wondering which distinguished guest it was; so it is Brother Fang!"

Green mist drifted over, suffused with the color of rain, reflecting on the moss beneath the pines, layer upon layer of lush green.

A graceful figure emerged from behind the pines.

It was none other than Yang Chan.

"I thought the Fairy only had her Divine Dao avatar here! I didn't expect the Fairy to have actually returned to her own dojo?"

Seeing the beauty before him, Fang Longye immediately smiled.

Yang Chan, in a gorgeous dress, led Fang Longye, winding this way and that, straight into her own dojo.

"Such interesting things happened in Nanzhan Buzhou, how could I not come back to take a look?"

"It's a pity that even though I hurried, I still couldn't make it in time to have a hand in it."

The pavilions were secluded, and the pines and cypresses were charming.

Yang Chan led Fang Longye to a stone pavilion to sit, tossed a bottle of Immortal Brew to him, and lifted her pretty face slightly to look at Fang Longye.

"Brother Fang came to find me, is it because you remembered the wine cup you swiped and want to return it to me?"

Fang Longye nodded, then shook his head, saying, "Besides that, the main reason is to come and see if the Fairy's Divine Dao avatar has been affected."

"So that Fang might see if there is any way I can help the Fairy resolve her worries."

"The Fairy's Divine Dao avatar, it hasn't been harmed, has it?"

"What do you think?" Looking at Fang Longye's expression full of concern, Yang Chan rolled her eyes.

She was not some naive fool. How could she not see through this little intention of Fang Longye's?

She did not believe that Fang Longye, knowing her status, would truly be worried that she would be harmed under the sweep of this Dynasty Dragon Qi.

"It seems the Fairy is safe and sound, that's great! Now I can rest easy~"

"The Fairy doesn't know, but I was at Mount Tai before, and the moment the current Human King's decree was issued, I thought of you, Fairy."

Fang Longye acted as if he hadn't seen Yang Chan's eye-roll, continuing to play the part of a warm man.

Seeing his thick-skinned and shameless appearance, Yang Chan couldn't help but roll her eyes again.

Impatiently, she threw out an ancient bronze mirror and said, "With this here, let alone the current Human King, even if the First Emperor stirred up Dragon Qi to backlash against the Divine Dao, I would remain as steady as a mountain."

(End of this chapter)