Chapter 985

Being surrounded by nine genuine sovereign-level strong foes, all of his magic treasures were looted, the Nine Dragons Fallen Mourning Stele also struggled bitterly under the suppression of the Yin-Yang Two-Qi Bottle, and the Devil Sovereign completely lost the courage to go all out.

He, after all, is the Devil Emperor.

He is not a general who charges into battle.

He can loom high above and intimidate the weak.

He cannot fight bloodily, making a desperate last stand against many with few.

So he let his five avatars guard his true self, released boundless devilish qi, frantically infused it into the Nine Dragons Fallen Mourning Stele, forcibly driving the nine struggling angry dragons' devilish dragons to make a last stand.

The shattered scales on the nine devil dragons rapidly regenerated, only to be crushed into powder again by the pressure of the great formation formed from the Canghai Divine Pearl. Reborn, crushed, crushed, reborn, the nine devil dragons seemed to be endlessly sliced by lingchi, their dragon roars filled with heaven‑rending resentment and malice.

If it weren't for the Nine Dragons Fallen Mourning Stele dominating everything, these nine devil dragons so exploited would have already retaliated against the Devil Sovereign.

The Six Desires Devil Sovereign laughed lightly; their laughter was like a mischievous spark, constantly igniting the inner evil fire of the Devil Sovereign and his five avatars, ceaselessly scorching and draining their essence, energy, and spirit, leaving them limp and powerless, their mana rapidly draining.

The Yin-Yang Daoist, Canghai Daoist, and Five Elements Daoist stood in a pin‑shaped formation in the void, each employing their means to guard against the Devil Sovereign's hidden trump cards or magic treasures, and unexpectedly broke out of their encirclement.

Wu Tie, meanwhile, was at leisure, walked up to the Yin-Yang Daoist, reached out and drew a thread of innate Yin-Yang Two-Qi origin from the Yin-Yang Two-Qi Bottle.

Grasping this thread of innate Yin-Yang Two-Qi origin, a hundred times finer than a hair, Wu Tie let out a low, deep roar, his body transforming to a height of ninety thousand zhang, assuming the true form of Pangu, and he sat cross-legged in the void.

The Black Sword and Yellow Sword hovered beside him, darting about rapidly. Wu Tie clenched his fists and slammed a heavy punch into the void. A seal of the Space Grand Dao condensed above his head, the seal flickered, and waves of chaotic space surged out, becoming terrifying void cuts that fiercely hacked at the solid space structure of Mu Dalu.

With a 'crack', the void shattered, and torrents of turbulent, chaotic void flow, mixed with mixed energy tides, surged forth.

After condensing the seal, Wu Tie's sensitivity to all energy fluctuations in heaven and earth reached its peak. When the void torrents surged forth, Wu Tie clearly felt that the energy tides entwined within the void flow, though vast and magnificent, were clearly a trillion times weaker than the boundless, endless chaotic torrents he had imagined.

This feeling was like Wu Tie breaking open a ten‑thousand‑zhang‑high dam, hoping to draw out a flood of heavenly waters.

But when the dam broke, the flow that emerged was only as thin as a hair, an insignificant trickle.

Even after condensing the seal, Wu Tie was still attempting to shatter the void for the first time, but he was disappointed.

These wave after wave of feeble energy tides that left one speechless, Wu Tie shook his head, sighed, and forcibly drove them into the thread of innate Yin-Yang Two-Qi origin in his hand.

Black and white distinct, the Yin-Yang Two-Qi origin coiled like a spirit snake around his palm began to slowly grow, but its growth rate fell far short of Wu Tie's expectations.

Wu Tie raised his head, gazing upward at the pitch‑black, boundless void, and murmured, 'Bai Ying was right—our world is indeed sealed.'

The vast soul power spread like a tsunami in all directions, instantly sweeping through a void spanning hundreds of millions of li.

One after another, dazzling, golden‑blazing Sun Gold Wheels emitted piercing blasts; millions of Sun Gold Wheels blazed with blinding fire, involuntarily flying toward Wu Tie.

In the void, the divine slaves standing on the golden flying vessels let out shrill cries, helplessly watching countless Sun Gold Wheels rush toward Wu Tie like moths to a flame; then, when they were still thousands of li away, they began to violently collapse and shrink.

The Sun Gold Wheels were forged entirely from extremely precious rare materials, using the divine forging techniques passed down by the gods; they were incomparably solid, their substance comparable to the heavenly divine weapons tempered by mortal cultivators of the earthly realm.

Each Sun Gold Wheel weighs up to a hundred million catties; the total weight of millions of them, and the total amount of rare materials consumed, can be imagined.

Immense quantities of rare metal storing vast primal energy collapsed in Wu Tie's palm, collapsing, frantically collapsing, continually imploding, then shattering, shattering, continually shattering until they were reduced to the finest energy particles.

That thread of innate Yin-Yang Two-Qi origin, like a greedy giant serpent, gulped down those collapsed, shattered energy particles in one gulp.

Within a radius of hundreds of millions of li, the Sun Gold Wheels were swept clean; that slender thread of innate Yin-Yang Two-Qi origin expanded to a length of several dozen zhang, as thick as a finger.

Wu Tie furrowed his brow; this amount of origin was insufficient to lay out the sword formation he had envisioned.

After a moment's thought, Wu Tie smiled at the Yin-Yang Daoist.

The Yin-Yang Daoist nodded; the Yin-Yang Two-Qi Bottle released the Nine Dragons Fallen Mourning Stele, its mouth facing downward, black and white qi streams howling as they rushed toward the earth.

The black and white qi, like a great dragon, plunged straight down from the void billions of li above the ground; in an instant it spanned tens of millions of li, and after a few breaths it reached the ground, turning into a massive black‑white tornado that swirled around Fengfeng City.

The fertile soil remained untouched, the vast plains north and south of Fengfeng City unharmed blade of grass, but the mountain range stretching billions of li where Fengfeng City lies saw peak after peak thrust upward, accompanied by a low, breaking‑wind roar shooting straight into the sky.

Inside Fengfeng City, the high officials Fu Feng'e, Fu Fenggui, Fu Fengyou ran, and Fu Feng ya si stared dumbfounded; they instinctively flew into the sky, watching the black‑white tornado suck away every nearby and distant mountain peak, leaving no trace.

Half an hour later, the mountain range that originally stretched across the central‑south region of the Fu Feng Divine Dynasty, spanning east‑west and serving as the northern barrier of the Fu Feng imperial capital, had vanished.

Hundreds of millions of big and small peaks, the lowest a few thousand zhang high, the highest tens of thousands of zhang, together with the mountain range's myriad forbidden‑space formations, various surveillance restrictions, and countless metal and yuan crystal veins, were all sucked away.

The Fu Feng Divine Dynasty gained an endless expanse of vast plain.

Empty and flat as a mirror, not a blade of grass upon it.

Peak after peak howled as they shot straight upward, swiftly merging into the black‑white origin in Wu Tie's hand.

After an hour, the black‑white origin had thickened to the size of a water jar and stretched a hundred zhang long. Wu Tie nodded in satisfaction, rolled the origin between his palms, and with a tremendous boom a innate Taiji Diagram a hundred zhang in diameter exploded beneath his feet.

The Black Sword, condensed with unsheathed killing intent and killing aura nearly solidified, hovered above the white eye of the Taiji Diagram.

The Yellow Sword, its body blazing with golden light and radiating righteous, grand righteousness that could summon the heavenly and earthly mighty forces, which Wu Tie simply called the Yellow Sword, hovered above the black eye of the Taiji Diagram.

Wu Tie sealed with both hands, his ten fingers tracing myriad afterimages; countless seals burst forth like a storm, continually merging into the slowly rotating Taiji Diagram that hovered between the illusory and the real. Thus the Diagram gradually solidified, and a spirited light began to glow.

With a booming roar, the Grand Dao Forge had just swallowed the Devil Bone Pagoda, Devil Banner, and the Heritage Seal of the Supreme Devil Nation; these devil treasures were already melting into liquid under the frenzied smelting of the Forge and the Spark‑Fire True Seed.

Strands of molten metal spewing white‑light heat waves, scorching hot, jetted from the Forge's mouth and swiftly merged into the Taiji Diagram.

The Black and Yellow Swords trembled slightly; as sentient divine weapons, they autonomously emitted threads of sword qi, following Wu Tie's seal guidance, tracing wondrous, unfathomable sword‑trace patterns within the gradually solidifying Taiji Diagram.

In heaven and earth, terrifying sword intents shot up into the sky.

Sword intent contains life and death, life and death depend on each other, cycle of life and death turns endlessly, filled with the yin‑yang transformations and the myriad creations of heaven and earth's profound mysteries.

The Devil Sovereign and his five avatars were seized by waves of chill; the Devil Sovereign involuntarily bellowed hoarsely, 'What do you intend to do? Wu Tie, what are you aiming for? What devilish thing are you concocting? You…'

Wu Tie ignored the Devil Sovereign; amidst the Devil Sovereign's hysterical howls, the Taiji Diagram took shape, and black‑gold sword gleams surged forth like frantic flood dragons, shooting up tens of thousands of zhang high.

Wu Tie let out a long whistle, sealed with both hands, and lightly flicked his sword finger at the two divine weapons.

Nine strands of black and gold intertwined, imbued with a rich Taiji reincarnation, yin‑yang transformation innate Dao rhythm, they coiled wildly into a double helix of sword‑light that shot out with a piercing, terrifying rending‑void sound, sweeping across the void.

Within the Nine Dragons Fallen Mourning Stele came a heaven‑shaking, earth‑moving dragon's lament.

The nine devil dragons that had been desperately guarding the Devil Sovereign and his five avatars saw their nine huge heads drop off soundlessly, then black dragon blood spurted forth like a spring; Wu Tie let out a long whistle, having swallowed vast amounts of melted devil‑treasure essence, his feet now enclosed by a Taiji Diagram expanded to a thousand‑zhang diameter, and he gulped down the flood of dragon blood pouring from the heavens.

The nine dragon bodies, bit by bit, were forcibly dragged into the slowly rotating Taiji Diagram.

The Devil Sovereign let out an incredulous, frenzied roar.

Wu Tie lightly lifted his finger, smiled at the Yin‑Yang Daoist, Canghai Daoist, Five Elements Daoist, and the Six Desires Devil Sovereign, saying, 'Please lend me your aid.'

Nine sovereign‑level masters simultaneously fell into the sword formation within the Taiji Diagram, and nine grand streams of mana surged into the Diagram.

Whether it was the Yin‑Yang Daoist trio's pure to the extreme One‑Qi‑Turned‑Three‑Pure Dao power, or the Six Desires Devil Sovereign's yin‑evil, aberrant magic, the Taiji Diagram with a light turn transformed all that mana into pristine innate Yin‑Yang Two‑Qi, then into piercing black‑gold sword gleams.

Wu Tie pointed with his hand.

A huge sword, half pitch-black and devoid of light, half blazing with golden radiance, shot up into the sky, sweeping a vast arc of light, and heavily cleaved the Nine Dragons' Fallen Mourning Stele.

The supreme treasure of the Devil Nation, after losing its nine most important demon dragon souls, has already seen its aura dwindle by more than half.

Then, with a single strike from the Innate Yin-Yang Creation Revolving Sword Formation that Wu Tie had just forged, the Nine Dragons' Fallen Mourning Stele let out a piercing wail, cleaved directly into two pieces by one sword. Afterwards, the sword light fell again, and the massive Nine Dragons' Fallen Mourning Stele 'cha-cha-cha-cha' was sliced into tens of thousands of fragments, demonic energy surging out, constantly bursting forth blinding shards.

The Grand Dao Crucible let out a joyful cheer, spewing a crimson spark-flame that swallowed all the sky-filling fragments in one gulp.

The Grand Dao Crucible lightly swayed, satisfiedly flew to Wu Tie's side, and began to swirl around him in a light, joyful spin.

Before the Devil Sovereign and his five major avatars could react, Wu Tie waved his hand; countless intertwined gold and black helical sword lights sliced the five major avatars into pieces, and then the black-gold sword light converged inward, slaying all five avatars together.

A huge, golden‑cookie‑sized Merit Golden Wheel hovered behind Wu Tie, continuously pouring streams of golden‑like merit power into the newly forged Innate Yin-Yang Creation Revolving Sword Formation; the formation's aura gradually shifted, the black sword's murderous qi growing ever fiercer, the yellow sword's righteous grandeur becoming ever more vast.

This is where the power of this sword formation lies.

It makes the good better and the bad worse, the revolving creation generating the extreme power of opposing attributes at the utmost extremes of heaven and earth.

"You..." the Devil Sovereign hoarsely roared.

Wu Tie flicked his finger, countless infinitesimal sword glints swept out, piercing the Devil Sovereign's vital points all over his body. Then came a continual rumbling like muffled thunder from within him as the Grand Dao patterns he had integrated into his body were violently shattered by Wu Tie, and the thirteen Dao seals he had condensed were all blasted to dust.

The Devil Sovereign spat out mouthfuls of blood, the light in his eyes suddenly dimming.

His cultivation fell from the third level of the Venerable Rank all the way down to the first heaven of the Divine Manifestation Realm, lingered there briefly, then weakened to the Womb Storage Realm… but at this moment his innate spiritual light suffered massive damage, making it impossible for him to condense a divine embryo, so he plummeted straight from the Womb Storage Realm to the Life Pool Realm.

Having reached the Life Pool Realm, Wu Tie struck a thread of innate Jia Wood vital energy into the Devil Sovereign's body, barely coaxing out a sliver of his vitality.

The Devil Sovereign panted, barely managing to condense within himself a Life Pool three inches in diameter.

This might be the smallest Life Pool ever condensed by a cultivator in the history of Mu Dalu…

"You… what exactly… do you want?" the Devil Sovereign, slumped in the void, panting, asked Wu Tie.

"Actually, I didn't intend to do anything; it's you and Gongsun Sanyang stirring up trouble here." Wu Tie sighed helplessly: "I originally just came to scout the situation, to see what's going on with you lot—I never intended to confront you head‑on."

Wu Tie frankly told the Devil Sovereign: "I don't even know what level of cultivation you've reached or how many venerable old monsters you have; as a lone wanderer, how could I possibly provoke trouble on purpose? It's you yourselves, insisting on forcing a showdown and attacking me—how can that be my fault?"

The Devil Sovereign gritted his teeth and remained silent.

After a moment, Wu Tie stepped upon the flowing clouds, descended straight from the high sky, and arrived above Wind Mountain City.

Fu Feng'e, Fu Fenggui and the others gritted their teeth, steeled themselves, and rose up into the air one after another, marching to meet Wu Tie's party.

Fu Feng'e, smiling broadly, bowed deeply to Wu Tie from afar: "Senior, I am……"

Fu Feng'e's words suddenly got stuck in his throat.

Seeing the Devil Sovereign, limbless and drenched in blood, held in Wu Tie's hand, he stood there dumbfounded for a moment.