Chapter 235: Terrifying Calamity Qi! The Celestial King's Supreme Art! Human Skin as Carpet!

He is the Sky‑Raising Ancestor among the Four Great Ancestors; he has ignored worldly affairs for over five hundred thousand years, and now he has actually emerged from the Origin Temple!

The Sky‑Raising Ancestor has a fiery temper; back then, when the Jade Pillar Dragon Emperor of the Yulong clan merely rammed him, he ripped out the dragon's tendons and dragon whip!

Chen Zheng has slain countless Celestial Immortals, yet the Sky‑Raising Ancestor never appeared. But now the target Chen Zheng intends to kill is the Phantom Law King, so he has no choice but to manifest, because the Phantom Law King is his own grandson; now Chen Zheng is in trouble…

As Chen Zheng sighed softly, the remaining ten‑plus Dao Masters of Supreme Nine‑Clear Heaven, several Protectors, and a Right Deputy Gate Master all looked up and shouted in astonishment.

Within their view, at the far end of the myriad ancient divine mountains, a majestic palace exit that resembled the very origin of the heavens was guarded by a remarkably tall, sinewy elder whose spine rose like a sky‑supporting pillar.

The elder's eyes were sharp as soaring eagles, his face full of rage; his long arms pierced heaven and earth, and with two clearly jointed fingers he snapped toward Chen Zheng.

This man is the Sky‑Raising Ancestor, a presence like the Stabilizing Sea Needle.

"Grandfather, Chen Zheng not only killed many fellow cultivators of the Tianya Sect, but also used the vile method of turning people into human skin to kill Deputy Gate Master Hua and several others; he is a ten‑sins‑without‑remission demon! Please do not kill this demon outright; capture him, imprison him in the Black Prison, and torment him with cruel tortures day and night to erase his sins!"

The Phantom Law King, whose countless shadows fled in all directions, also saw the Sky‑Raising Ancestor at the palace exit; instantly his heart shifted from terror to raving joy, and every shadow roared ferociously toward that direction, as if fearing the other would annihilate Chen Zheng with a single strike, which would be too cheap.

"You'd better worry about yourself first," Chen Zheng's mocking voice suddenly rang behind each of the Phantom Law King's shadows.

No one knows how his voice appeared behind so many shadows, nor how he evaded the Sky‑Raising Ancestor's twin‑finger clamp, nor how he made his move.

Everyone could clearly see that as Chen Zheng's words sounded, the Phantom Law King's numerous shadows vanished entirely, leaving only a single true form.

Under the horrified gazes of the crowd, this true form landed in Chen Zheng's hand, like a rooster whose neck had been grasped.

"You…"

The Phantom Law King's ferocious expression froze instantly, his eyes bulging like copper bells, unable to utter a single word.

He never imagined Chen Zheng could be this ferocious— not only dodging the Sky‑Raising Ancestor's strike, but also having the strength to seize him.

What on earth is this being?

At this moment, he realized how powerless he truly was; even though Supreme Nine‑Clear Heaven harbored countless masters, and even his own grandfather had personally emerged from the seal, he still felt no safety, his whole body chilled from head to toe.

He might truly be doomed; no one could save his life from Chen Zheng's grasp.

A fear of death rose instantly.

At the far end of the ancient divine mountains, by the towering Origin Temple exit, the Sky‑Raising Ancestor saw his single strike achieve nothing, his own grandson instead captured; his old face darkened, and his gaze toward Chen Zheng grew weightier.

Yet he still held absolute confidence in subduing Chen Zheng; his eyes gazed from above, pressing down as he said, "Young man, you have committed a grave mistake; you cannot keep erring, or you will lose even the last sliver of life. Release my grandson at once; if you dare move a single hair on him, I guarantee your entire family will perish…"

"No…"

Before the Sky‑Raising Ancestor's threat could finish, the Phantom Law King in Chen Zheng's hand let out a sudden, mournful wail.

Because Chen Zheng had injected a True Fire into his body, he deflated like a leaky rubber ball; his flesh and law were completely refined into pure essence, which flowed out and seeped into Chen Zheng's palm.

The Phantom Law King was left with only a human skin.

Swish!

Chen Zheng swung his sleeve again, and the skins of those he had previously slain flew in from all directions, stacking one upon another onto the Phantom Law King's skin.

"Old thing, what did you just say? I didn't hear clearly—could you repeat?" Chen Zheng tugged at his ear and, smiling, asked the bewildered Sky‑Raising Ancestor.

Without waiting for an answer, he calmly arranged the skins, slipped them into his sleeve, and explained to Princess Dongling and the others, "The decorations at the entrance of my Linglong Fortune Land Sect are terrible; I must take these skins back to weave into a carpet."

He spoke calmly, as if mentioning something utterly ordinary, yet it made everyone's scalp tingle.

Celestial Immortals are absolute overlords wherever they are, yet Chen Zheng intends to take their skins back to make a carpet; this is no longer cruelty, but madness.

"You are a complete lunatic," the Sky‑Raising Ancestor finally said, addressing Chen Zheng.

He did not become hysterical over his grandson's death; instead his face remained very calm.

Yet this calm made hearts pound even more.

Because anyone who knows the Sky‑Raising Ancestor a little understands that this signals his true wrath.

The crowd fled in terrified panic.

When a deity rages, all things are shattered.

Boom—

The Sky‑Raising Ancestor moved; his body stretched upward segment by segment, standing like a pillar of heaven, his entire strength condensed to the extreme, his long arm suddenly lunged out like an origin torrent striking the heavens, thrusting across the great realm at an incomprehensible speed.

The entire world changed.

All the ancient divine mountains vanished.

The universe disappeared.

It seemed as if they returned to the Hongmeng era just after the chaotic epoch ended, where everything reverted to chaos and the Dao ceased to exist.

Dong—dong—dong!

Yet in the void, a series of sounds like evening drums and morning bells emanated from the Sky‑Raising Ancestor's fist, the celestial Dao tones born when the world first opened and the Origin Power forged all things.

Accompanied by the celestial sound, everyone saw a world birthed on the Sky‑Raising Ancestor's fist, where stars shattered into specks of dust and the sun, moon, and constellations formed within, and myriad laws emerged within that world.

It turned out to be a world larger than the universe itself, utterly shocking, a single strike could reduce the outer universe to void, making the battle a living nightmare.

"The Origin Divine Fist passed down from the Immortal Realm is no weak technique; it can let one cross realms to slay foes. Yet you, who wield it, are woefully inept—your form resembles it but the spirit does not, you haven't even unleashed a hundred‑millionth of its power; it's simply disgraceful," Chen Zheng said quietly, watching the punch.

Supreme Nine‑Clear Heaven is the Dao tradition of the Supreme Heavenly Lord; the Supreme Heavenly Lord belongs to the Immortal Realm's Origin Dynasty, obeys the Origin Celestial King, and thus can obtain the Origin Divine Fist.

However, this Origin Divine Fist is the Celestial King's supreme art, far beyond ordinary comprehension; even within Supreme Nine‑Clear Heaven it is nearly lost, and for years no one has been heard of a cultivator mastering it, as evident from the incredulous looks of Princess Dongling and the others.

"Arrogant and ignorant, when you die you'll finally grasp the horror of this move of mine!"

The Sky‑Raising Ancestor erupted in absolute fury; the world within his fist expanded rapidly with his rage, growing larger and heavier, like a celestial mountain from the upper realms crashing into the mortal world, crushing ages upon ages, pressing down heavily upon Chen Zheng.

"You lowly cur, meet your death."

Chen Zheng did not dodge or evade; he stepped forward, raised both palms, and unleashed the Fourth Form, Endless Calamity Wave, of the True Demon Ten Forms. The black, oppressive calamity qi burst like a breached dam, an unstoppable surge, and from his palms surged wave after wave of calamity, crashing toward the Origin World within the Sky‑Raising Ancestor's fist.

Boom!

A blasting sound rang out; the Origin World collapsed like a bubble under the calamity qi, wave after wave towering higher, instantly engulfing the Sky‑Raising Ancestor.

"Ah, what kind of divine art is this, how could it cause me to go berserk, I—puff puff puff…"

The Sky‑Raising Ancestor roared amid the overwhelming calamity qi, his complexion flashing green then white, the former majesty gone, his voice now full of terror.

He was infused with the calamity qi, like a maggot in a heel bone; no expulsion worked, his magical power and principles were smashed into disarray, uncontrollably ricocheting, essentially striking himself, causing severe injury instantly, and blood spewed from his mouth as if it were free.

This is clearly the phenomenon of qi deviation.

Even his whole body swelled up like a balloon, growing rounder and rounder, as if the Heavenly Demon had activated the Great Law of Body Dissolution to self-detonate.

"Has the Heaven-Supporting Old Ancestor already been defeated by Chen Zheng?"

"What kind of gas is Chen Zheng emitting? Why is it so terrifying? I feel that just a glance would unsettle my Dao heart."

The Eastern Mausoleum Consort and others were deeply shocked by the scene of Chen Zheng defeating the Heaven-Supporting Old Ancestor in a single move.

They trembled at the calamity qi emitted by Chen Zheng's palm, fleeing like avoiding snakes and scorpions, dreading even a trace of that calamity qi.

Inside the Origin Divine Hall, three elders sat upright, and a middle-aged man stood, also watching the battle between Chen Zheng and the Heaven-Supporting Old Ancestor.

From the three elders' aura faintly emanated a primordial cosmic force; they were actually immortals, clearly the three other Great Old Ancestors of the Supreme Nine Pure Heaven.

The middle-aged Daoist standing was tall and stout, with a wholly golden small gourd hanging at his waist, resembling an immortal Dao law condensed into form; it was indeed the sect-protecting immortal artifact of the Supreme Nine Pure Heaven, named the Rebirth Immortal Gourd.

The Daoist's identity goes without saying; he is the sect leader of the Supreme Nine Pure Heaven, Zu Qingting.

At this moment, all four were greatly shocked by Chen Zheng's means of defeating the Heaven-Supporting Old Ancestor.

Especially the three elders, they all shot up from their seats.

Then the three elders looked at each other, beginning to communicate via divine sense.

"Should we intervene to rescue the Heaven‑Supporting Old Ancestor?" an elder with a purple‑gold complexion gazed at the Heaven‑Supporting Old Ancestor struggling and roaring amid the calamitous qi, his brows knotted into the shape of the character for 'river'.

He is the Purple Yang Old Ancestor.

"We should go out together to rescue Heaven-Supporting Old Ancestor. Then join forces to suppress Chen Zheng, interrogate him for the great secret of his Fourfold Longevity that enables him to oppose immortals; thus we can all fight beyond our realms, gain huge benefits in the god clan's great calamity, and swiftly rise after ascending to the immortal realm."

Among the three, the sole female Old Ancestor stared fixedly at Chen Zheng, her old eyes flickering with viciousness at times, greed at others.

She is called the Yin Qing Old Ancestor.

"But have you considered what would happen if we fail to rescue Heaven-Supporting Old Ancestor?" said the White Cloud Old Ancestor, face full of worry.

"Not bad; you may not necessarily defeat Chen Zheng. By then, given his ruthlessness, our Supreme Nine Pure Heaven likely faces extermination." Zu Qingting beside them hesitated a moment before speaking.

He also glanced at the Yin Qing Old Ancestor's complexion, then spoke carefully: "Chen Zheng likely came for Mi Bao; I think we should bring Mi Bao out of the Origin Secret Realm and give it to him to settle the matter peacefully."

"Nonsense! Chen Zheng has already committed a capital crime; how could he be forgiven?" The Yin Qing Female Old Ancestor slapped Zu Qingting's face, spitting blood and flying backward, then turned to the other two elders, smiling sinisterly: "I know you fear Chen Zheng; I actually fear him too. That's why I already sent word of Chen Zheng's killing of over ten members of the Heaven's Edge Sect to the Four Ghosts of Heaven's Edge; they will arrive shortly, and we will join forces with them—surely we can still suppress a mere greenhorn?"

The Four Ghosts of Heaven's Edge are the four great Old Ancestors of the Heaven's Edge Sect, all immortals; if the Four Ghosts arrive, together with the three present they would make seven immortals, plus a half-crippled Heaven-Supporting Old Ancestor, perhaps they could indeed capture Chen Zheng.

The Purple Yang Old Ancestor's expression wavered, obviously swayed by the Yin Qing Old Ancestor.

The White Cloud Old Ancestor's expression shifted slightly, growing more worried; he stepped forward to the severely injured Zu Qingting and whispered something to him.

Zu Qingting's pale face showed a solemn expression; he quickly nodded in agreement, dragging his wounded body swiftly toward the rear of the hall.

Seeing this, the Yin Qing Female Old Ancestor's eyes flashed with a harsh light; she wanted to extend her withered arm to drag Zu Qingting back.

But just then, the outside celestial phenomena drastically changed; a great rift appeared in the firmament, from which surged a vast cold yin aura, filling the heavens and earth.

Faintly visible, four figures approached from the depths of the great rift, their bodies shrouded in thick yin mist, only four pairs of eyes like poisonous snakes revealed, their gazes piercing through distant time and space to lock onto Chen Zheng.

"The Four Ghosts of Heaven's Edge have come; let's go out!" the Yin Qing Old Ancestor exclaimed happily, leading the way as she darted out of the Origin Great Hall.

The Purple Yang Old Ancestor made up his mind and hurriedly followed.

Only the White Cloud Old Ancestor remained in place, sighing deeply.

Outside, the people of the Supreme Nine Pure Heaven felt a chill run down their spines at the omen of the Four Ghosts of Heaven's Edge arriving.

Chen Zheng, however, showed no panic at all; he didn't even glance at the great rift in the sky, refining the Heaven-Supporting Old Ancestor he held by the neck with true fire.

A being like the Heaven-Supporting Old Ancestor could shatter the universe with a single strike, his power immensely terrifying, yet in Chen Zheng's hands he could only flail like a chick, shrieking in terror.

Simply because the calamity qi had entered his body, rendering him unable to use any of his internal mana or laws.

Chen Zheng's Endless Calamity Wave is thus formidable; its principle is to gather the calamity qi produced from cultivating various 'calamity' characters, discharge it in a single palm strike along a specific route, surge it into the enemy's body, causing them to suffer qi deviation and lose all ability to resist.

Such calamity qi is unbearable even for the strongest demon of hell who touches it; let alone a mere Heaven-Supporting Old Ancestor.

So-called Old Ancestors are merely like a world without tigers, letting monkeys call themselves kings.

Recalling the ancient era, what a glorious age it was; the Heavenly Sovereigns and Immortal Kings who waged bloody war against the god clan numbered more than can be counted on two hands, while back then immortals could only serve as cannon fodder.

"Ah..."

A blood-curdling scream echoed through heaven and earth; the Heaven-Supporting Old Ancestor turned into human skin, slain by Chen Zheng's refining.

Chen Zheng, while in the Linglong Blessed Land, had extracted the entire cultivation of Dou Zhan; now refining the Heaven-Supporting Old Ancestor increased his strength further, reaching the power of four immortals.

At that moment, the Four Ghosts of Heaven's Edge, the Yin Qing Old Ancestor, and the Purple Yang Old Ancestor all descended.

They formed a large circle, encircling Chen Zheng.

The great battle was about to erupt!

"You actually killed Heaven-Supporting Old Ancestor? We have no room for maneuver left; your fate is only death, only death, do you understand?" the Yin Qing Female Old Ancestor said coldly.

Ugly thing, now I will destroy your Supreme Nine Pure Heaven, you still dare to turn back, what do you think you are? I tell you, besides being skinned by me to make a rug, you have no other way, die! Chen Zheng glanced askance at her, raised his right hand, and unleashed the Endless Tribulation Wave again. (End of chapter)