Chapter 210

The Doumu God Emperor spoke well; compared to entering the immortal realm, the position of sect master of the Feather Ascension Sect isn't even worthy of carrying his shoes.

Hua Tiandu naturally understood this.

He had already completely boarded the god race's warship, and in the presence of many high-ranking officers of the god race's vanguard army, he held a grand wedding with Young Master Chu Nan.

She is now Young Master Chu Nan's only woman.

As for the over two thousand nine hundred concubines that Young Master Chu Nan previously married, she poisoned them all to death.

Her present cultivation is not only thanks to having given birth to a strange toxic tumor, but also relies entirely on the god race's painstaking cultivation.

Even the high-ranking officers of the god race's vanguard army told her some of the plans to invade the Great Xuanhuang World.

For example, the reason the god race wants to attack the Great Xuanhuang World is because this realm is the closest to the immortal realm.

This time, making a comeback, the mission of the god race's vanguard army is to completely eradicate all sects in this realm.

Then the god emperor of the god race—that is, the powerful being in the Immortal Person's Secret Realm—will descend afterward, sacrifice the Great Xuanhuang World, use this realm as a stepping stone to enter the immortal realm, and attack the supreme heavenly court forged by the Creation Immortal King.

Fang Qingxue is also part of this plan.

It is said that in her previous life, as the Divine Mother of Lightning, she once entered the Gate of Eternal Life and stole fate from the darkness; capturing her would allow one to use the fate power on her body to open the Gate of Eternal Life and enter it.

Conquering the immortal realm and obtaining eternal life is the god race's ultimate pursuit.

It is also another goal Hua Tiandu set for himself, aside from killing Chen Zheng to avenge.

"Alright, Mother, you first hold back Fang Qingxue; I will now draw power from the god realm and suppress Fang Qingxue in one fell swoop!" Hua Tiandu nodded at the Doumu God Emperor.

She stood suspended in midair, a great hole appearing above her head; inside the hole was a vast starry sky, different from the starry sky of the Three Thousand Great Worlds—those stars were all purple, immensely huge, unknown how many times larger than the great worlds.

Within a palace on one of those stars was a person—Young Master Chu Nan—holding in his arms a meatball the size of a watermelon, looking benevolent as he sang a lullaby to it like soothing a child.

The strange meatball slept very peacefully.

Hua Tiandu opened his mouth and inhaled; the surface of the strange meatball immediately exuded viscous black qi, which poured down through the hole above her head, continuously flowing into her body, making her feel as if she had taken a great tonic, her aura rising steadily, and black qi seeping out from every part of her body just like from the meatball.

She was like a source of pollution; wherever the black qi went, space frenetically collapsed, time twisted, and all matter between heaven and earth vanished.

"How can Hua Tiandu possibly open a passage to the god realm? And what is that meatball?"

On the Thunderclap City, Fang Qingxue, while using Pure Yang Elixir to activate the Immortal Ancient Thunder Cannon to block the impact of the Doumu Xuanming Star, meanwhile frowned and looked toward the strange meatball inside the hole above Hua Tiandu's head, instinctively sensing danger.

Especially as the black qi Hua Tiandu drew from the meatball increased, his aura became more terrifying.

We must not let Hua Tiandu continue to draw from it.

"Nannan, use the Immortal Ancient Thunder Cannon to resist the Doumu Xuanming Star; I will bestow power upon you to slay Hua Tiandu."

Fang Qingxue's expression grew solemn as she instructed Chan Nannan, who was inside Thunderclap City.

"But Mom, using that power consumes you enormously; a slight misstep would exhaust your lifespan. Why not wait a bit longer for Dad to come? Dad is so strong, he'll surely be able to beat that bastard Hua Tiandu to death."

Chan Nannan clenched her tiny fists, her small face full of worry, while simultaneously controlling the Immortal Ancient Thunder Cannon to repel the incoming Doumu Xuanming Star.

"It's too late." Fang Qingxue shook her head and uttered a series of mysterious syllables: "Power of Fate, spread throughout the heavens, command all!"

Her voice was ancient and vast, like a fate song echoing through myriad eons, forming a mysterious and unfathomable power that she poured into the Immortal Ancient Thunder Cannon, greatly increasing its might; one blast sent the Doumu Xuanming Star flying into the depths of space.

"Nannan, aim at Hua Tiandu! Fate says that which is destined to perish will never exist again…" Fang Qingxue again chanted the mysterious syllables.

This time the power formed by the syllables was even vaster.

She intended to use the Power of Fate as artillery, blasting Hua Tiandu to death with a single shot.

This is the Lesser Fate Technique, the top branch of the Grand Fate Art among the Three Thousand Great Dao, possessing various mighty powers, worthy of being called a panacea.

But each use consumes a great amount of lifespan.

Once, Chìróng Tiān led Zhào Xuān Yī and others up to the Feather Ascension Sect to demand justice; Fang Qingxue, in order to protect Chen Zheng, fought Wang Tiān Yī on the Heavenly Punishment Platform and had used it once then, nearly exhausting her lifespan.

Now, after multiple uses, even though she has reached the Longevity Secret Realm and possesses tens of thousands of years of lifespan, she cannot withstand such consumption.

Yet she could not care about that; if she did not swiftly eradicate Hua Tiandu, the consequences would be unimaginable.

But the next moment, she stopped performing the Lesser Fate Technique, her slightly furrowed brows relaxed, and she revealed a light, easy smile.

Chan Nannan also ceased firing the Immortal Ancient Thunder Cannon; instead, she looked behind Hua Tiandu and, in a voice only she and Fang Qingxue could hear, happily shouted "Daddy!"

Indeed, her dear father Chen Zheng had arrived, standing behind Hua Tiandu, drawing in the thick black qi from his body and converting it into nutrients via the Three Lives Stone.

His mana continually rose.

Hua Tiandu was completely unaware of this, continuing to draw evil power from the strange meatball through the black hole above his head.

Even her visage turned feral, she let out a maniacal laugh: "Fang Qingxue, fire the cannon—why aren't you firing? Has my might shocked you into wanting to beg? Too late! I am now terrifyingly strong; a single finger can crush you, crush Chen Zheng to his knees in wails, I will, before your eyes, permanently castrate him, make you a widow, then take back that lowly woman Yan Shuiyi, extract Chen Zheng's soul and imprison it on the Star Emperor Dragon Bed, forcing him to watch day and night as my spouse, Young Master Chu Nan, brutally violates Yan Shuiyi, hahaha!"

No one paid her any heed.

Fang Qingxue and Chan Nannan looked at her with gazes akin to watching a jumping clown.

After the Doumu God Emperor recalled the Doumu Xuanming Star that had been blasted into space by a single shot, he discovered Chen Zheng standing behind Hua Tiandu and was startled, intending to warn him.

But before she could utter a word, Chen Zheng's icy gaze fell upon her.

Then she horrifiedly discovered that she and the Doumu Xuanming Star had become two flat shadows, stuck to a flat space, able only to emit flat sounds.

Hua Tiandu, existing in three-dimensional space, could not hear her cries at all, and continued to laugh wildly.

"What's going on?"

Hua Tiandu finally sensed something amiss, for the black qi on her body was decreasing the more she drew from it.

She hurriedly turned her head and saw Chen Zheng's handsome face, so striking it made her feel ashamed, causing her hairs to stand on end.

She spoke harshly but weakly: "…When did you hide behind me? Are you secretly sucking my qi? How could you possibly absorb it?"

Such black qi on her body is something no one dares to touch, almost certainly fatal on contact; with Chen Zheng's mere strength of having slain the Nine Tripod Immortal Venerable, how could he dare to touch it?

Chen Zheng wore an expression of unfinished satisfaction; instead of answering, he countered: "Keep sucking—why have you stopped? If you don't suck, how will my mana increase?"

"Go die!" Hua Tiandu's nose almost twisted from anger, she shrieked like Fang Qingwei.

Chen Zheng actually treated her as a blood bag to boost his mana—truly hateful.

She struck out, clutching her tender fists tightly, her long fingernails digging into her flesh, and ferociously lunged at Chen Zheng.

Though her fists looked small, her punching power was astonishingly tremendous, shaking the heavens and merging into her strike, making its might even greater, like two huge millstones—capable of covering the sky above and suppressing the earth below, pushing horizontally through the mortal world.

This is actually one of the supreme martial arts in the Panwu Great Power Divine Ability, named Heaven-Shaking Divine Fist.

Your aura is not bad, but your realm rose too fast; the Heaven-Shaking Divine Fist hasn't kept up with your realm's progress, it's somewhat mismatched—kneel down.

Chen Zheng casually remarked, then with a leisurely flick of his finger, Hua Tiandu's Heaven-Shaking Divine Fist collapsed instantly, and he too knelt before him.

"How is that possible?" Hua Tiandu's face froze; he couldn't believe he had knelt without even touching Chen Zheng's sleeve.

During this time, she has been relying on the black qi emanating from the flesh ball she gave birth to, which has been invincible.

And with the help of the divine race, her strength has greatly increased—why is the gap with Chen Zheng still so huge?

"Doumu Divine Emperor and Fang Qingwei actually aren't a match for that Chen Zheng in one move?" On the other end of the battlefield, Ziyue Divine Emperor, who was attacking the Feather Ascension Heavenly Palace, sensed the commotion here, his heart skipped a beat, and hurriedly recalled his supreme Dao artifact to protect himself, preventing Chen Zheng from attacking him.

Cheyuan Divine Emperor let out a silent roar to the heavens, like the aurora of heaven and earth shooting into the depths of cosmic space: "Chen Zheng has appeared; his strength exceeds expectations—we are no match, hurry!"

This is the divine race's soul storm, capable of transmitting messages across extremely distant distances.

Boom—

As Cheyuan Divine Emperor's voice fell, the heavens were torn open like a curtain, revealing a great spacetime rift.

Immediately, a huge black throne flew out from the rift, blocking the sun's light and casting the world into darkness.

Seated upon the throne was a man in a black robe, lofty above, his skin crimson-gold, his eyes holding a sea of blood and the scene of millions of corpses, like a god of slaughter.

"Greetings, the Inspecting History Divine Sovereign!"

Ziyue Divine Emperor and Cheyuan Divine Emperor, including the kneeling Hua Tiandu, all let out a sigh of relief and paid respects to the black-robed man on the throne.

This is a Divine Sovereign.

Among the divine race, those from the first to the eighth level of Longevity are Divine Emperors.

Only those of the ninth or tenth level of Longevity among the divine race can be called Divine Sovereigns.

"Waste, you can't even handle a small matter, and you still have me personally come from the Chaos Continent; if you delay the affairs of the Prince of the Wasteland, a hundred lives wouldn't be enough to atone." Inspecting History Divine Sovereign coldly looked down on Ziyue Divine Emperor and the others, making them tremble all over.

"Who is Chen Zheng? Kneel down yourself; I will say this only once, not a second time."

(End of chapter)