Chapter 998

Sheng Rong's wings spread, the silver-white wings turned pure silver, circles of divine formations several feet in diameter spewed silver-white divine light, continuously appearing behind him, occupying a large expanse of sky, making him resemble a splendid peacock.

"Break the formation!"

Sheng Rong pointed at the distant Flint Fire Barrier.

Two Light God Tribe members behind them suddenly erupted in splendid wings, unlike Sheng Rong's wings; though they both had three pairs of wings, one's wings were like a butterfly, the other's like a dragonfly, radiating the same light, flashing the same divine patterns.

The two Light God Tribe members' flight speed was extremely fast, at least ten times that of ordinary gods' evasion techniques.

They turned into streams of light, like two light arrows, instantly arriving before the Flint Fire Barrier; their long swords brought forth a sky-full of sword aura, heavily stabbing the seemingly thin Flint Fire Barrier.

The Flint Fire Barrier, made of fine flames, undulated slightly, then accompanied by a low rumbling, the earth trembled and writhed, high clouds surged, and inside and outside the Flint Fire Barrier, layer after layer of splendid light curtains appeared.

The earth disappeared, the sky disappeared.

Heaven and earth turned into thick bluish-white cloud layers, with only a space of about a hundred zhang between the two cloud layers; the flat clouds stretched boundlessly, smooth as a grindstone, extending smoothly in all directions, inexplicably giving an oppressive, terrifying feeling.

Faintly around, barriers of wind, rain, thunder, and earth, water, fire, wind appeared.

These barriers were soundless, colorless, formless, traceless, extremely subtly hidden within the two cloud layers.

Within this thick cloud layer, time froze, space stagnated, the laws of heaven and earth became obscure and intangible; moreover, waves of weak soul fluctuations spread, making people's heads feel heavy, wanting to fall asleep comfortably.

The two Light God Tribe's attacks gradually grew weak; in the end, they didn't even know when their long swords vanished. They stood empty-handed, foolishly looking back at Sheng Rong.

Their attacks had no effect; instead, their divine power was abnormally draining rapidly. Each sword swing consumed a thousand times the usual amount; after a few frenzied attacks, all their divine power was exhausted.

"Life-and-Death Illusion Yin-Yang Killing Formation." Wu Tie muttered, recalling this inherited database from Old Tie, from ancient mythic times; it is said to be able to re-evolve the primordial wilderness, reopen the universe, and re-establish the great formation of earth, water, fire, and wind.

In this great formation, even the laws of heaven and earth twisted according to the arranger's intent.

Twisting the Great Dao's laws, such power is truly beyond what a mere Venerable-level Wu Tie could grasp; he merely borrowed the formation's power, making initial contact with this inconceivable force.

Now Wu Tie is very wealthy.

He holds two continents, an enormously vast dynasty.

He received the treasury of the Flint Dynasty, and countless former officials of the Flint Dynasty were demoted to commoners by him; even the private vaults of noble clans became his spoils.

Various rare treasures piled up like mountains, and myriad cultivation resources were innumerable.

These resources and treasures, combined with Wu Tie's vast database in his mind, activated a wondrous chemical reaction.

He tried it, and ended up refining this ancient, famous killing formation.

Moreover, he didn't need to act himself; naturally, Li Xuan Gui, Yuan Qilin, Mo Wu, and others worked for him.

This time, this killing formation was used for the first time; the effect seems good. Two Light God Tribe members at the Tenth Heaven of the God Realm were forcibly made to drop their weapons, their heads foggy, unaware of what happened… the formation's effect is indeed good.

Unfortunately, Wu Tie still lacks the strength to engrave the formation's essence—a Primordial Yin-Yang Immortal Talisman that suppresses the Great Dao of heaven and earth and draws heavenly power; only beings above Venerable level can inscribe such a powerful talisman.

Even so, this formation is still sufficient for now, at least enough to deal with Venerable-level beings.

Without the Primordial Yin-Yang Immortal Talisman sealing the formation's eye, the formation's foundation is a bit unstable. However, Wu Tie incorporated the Black Sword and Yellow Sword via the Primordial Yin-Yang Creation Revolving Sword Formation method, merging these two immensely lethal divine weapons that likewise correspond to the Primordial Yin-Yang Two Instruments Dao into the formation diagram, seemingly able to barely support it.

He lightly rubbed his hands together and tossed them into the formation; a thunderclap rang out, and within the boundless thick clouds, a left and right, black and gold two beams of light appeared out of nowhere.

Between the two cloud layers there was only a height of a hundred zhang; even the gods could see these two pillars, each a hundred zhang high but a thousand zhang thick, standing in midair; from the pillars, stern sword auras continuously flew out, like lively fish, swiftly diving into the thick clouds.

The originally oppressive bluish-white cloud layers now suddenly gained a terrifying, sharp killing intent.

"You, stop!" Sheng Rong shouted angrily.

Wu Tou and Wu Teng were still waving their weapons, frantically hacking; the terrifying impact shook the void, making it tremble; they completely ignored external changes, having no idea what was happening outside.

Sheng Rong's roar didn't wake the two; even the spectating Barbarian Gods ignored the surroundings, ignored Sheng Rong's bellow, each frantically gesturing, hysterically cheering for Wu Tou and Wu Teng.

Sheng Rong, furious, lightly flicked a wing; with a "swish," a white divine formation about a zhang in diameter appeared under the feet of Wu Tou and Wu Teng; soft white light flowed from the formation, turning into a powerful confinement field that tightly bound the two.

Wu Tou and Wu Teng howled angrily, their bodies rapidly swelling, blood and qi surging throughout, blood vessels struggling like small snakes; a terrifying barbarian power erupted, with a loud bang, the white divine light on them shattered.

"Who dares to destroy the most sacred honorable duel?" Wu Tou and Wu Teng abandoned their opponents and simultaneously looked toward Sheng Rong.

Fifteen thousand Barbarian Gods, whether from Wu Tou's camp, Wu Teng's camp, or the neutral faction, all turned around, their eyes blood-red, staring at Sheng Rong.

With a "clang," a high-ranking Barbarian God commander drew his weapon and stepped a few paces toward Sheng Rong.

The tradition of the Barbarian God tribe cannot be insulted; whoever dares to destroy the deep honor duel is the enemy of the entire Barbarian God tribe. Over ten thousand Barbarian God tribe members, their blood-red eyes flashing with fierce light, gritted their teeth and stared at Sheng Rong; Sheng Rong also unconsciously felt his legs go weak.

Fortunately, he was seated on a throne formed of divine light, which prevented him from any embarrassment or loss of composure.

He gave a dry cough, and Sheng Rong pointed to the clouds above and below: "We are trapped by a great formation…… It wasn't I who broke the sacred honor duel, but someone else who broke the sacred honor duel…… so……"

As soon as Sheng Rong's words left his mouth, Wu Tie's voice thundered like a bolt of lightning, echoing simultaneously from the upper and lower cloud layers.

"No, I did not break the sacred honor duel…… Esteemed Barbarian God tribe, you may continue your duel…… Could it be that, while you were dueling, I set up a harmless great formation nearby—does that count as breaking it?"

"I did not obstruct your duel, I did not interrupt your duel; I simply set up a great formation that posed no hindrance to your duel at all."

"On the contrary, the one who actually struck and broke your duel is this noble highness…… What is his name?"

Sheng Rong's face darkened: "I am Sheng Rong, the leader of the Light God tribe's forward observation outpost, you wretched, shameless scoundrel—do you dare say all this is my fault? I am merely responsible for the lives of all the deities present."

Wu Tie smiled, his smile relaxed: "Anyway, I did not break the sacred honor duel; the fact is as such, leaving no room for quibbling."

Not giving Sheng Rong a chance to speak, Wu Tie said calmly: "You two, continue the duel. I will absolutely have no effect on you."

Wu Tie's voice faded, and the gods exchanged glances, each remaining silent.

Wu Tou, his eyes reddened, took a few breaths, the blood color in his pupils growing ever more intense; he stared at Wu Jiang and said coldly: "Then, the honor duel cannot be broken; we must continue…… As for the grudge from interrupting the honor duel, the victor will later seek recompense from Sheng Rong."

Sheng Rong flew into a rage, he hoarsely bellowed: "I didn't——"

Wu Jiang cut off Sheng Rong's words: "In fact, you broke our duel, so you are our enemy…… Wu Tou, I will surely behead you, and I will make your father and mother hold your head and weep."

With a great roar, Wu Tou and Wu Jiang transformed into thunder and storm, continuing to grapple with each other.

Fifteen thousand Barbarian Gods glared fiercely at Sheng Rong, turned their heads away, and continued to cheer for the duel of the two noble highnesses of the divine king bloodlines.

The watching lava giants and many deities of the Crystal God tribe, feeling a bit embarrassed, set down the metal lumps and crystal chunks in their hands, and put down various-sized wine jars. A lava giant a hundred zhang tall vigorously patted his head, speaking in a deep, hollow voice: "Something's not right—have we been trapped by a formation?"

Another, equally a hundred zhang tall, with a body formed of seven-colored crystal, having faint light clusters jumping in his brain and heart, constantly emitting rings of sharp undulations from his whole body—a Crystal God tribe member—set down his wine jar and said in a low voice: "Don't panic; formations and refining are our Crystal God tribe's forte."

"The so-called formation is merely a modular application of the laws of heaven and earth and of energy power. As long as it is man-made, there must be a way to break it…… This is the truth we Crystal Gods have distilled from countless years of warfare."

This Crystal God tribe member waved his right hand, and a black crystal sphere tens of zhang in diameter appeared out of thin air.

Strange ribbons of colored light sprayed from the Crystal God's eye sockets and chest, connecting to the crystal ball. The pitch-black surface of the crystal ball lit up, and countless peculiar, edge‑extremely sharp Crystal God‑specific divine characters cascaded down like a waterfall.

Ah ha, this is the Life-Death Illusion Yin-Yang Killing Formation…… damn it, this is a formation mastered by the Human Race, the most complex formation, and its diagram is not fixed; it can undergo unpredictable changes depending on the divine abilities and secret techniques the one setting up the formation excels at.

I hate this kind of extremely variable formation…… but our ancestors once broke through this great formation…… during the Primeval First Descent God War, our ancestors once broke through the Life-Death Illusion Yin-Yang Killing Formation, stormed a great sect of the Primeval Human Race, and exterminated their lineage……

Hmm, let me apply this fixed formation-breaking solution.

The Barbarian Gods were wildly roaring and clapping, while Sheng Rong and the other gods had already focused their attention on this huge crystal ball.

The Heavenly Crystal God Race muttered softly, and dozens of fist-sized crystal balls appeared in his hand, accompanied by a 'humming' vibration; these crystal balls rose into the air, turning into beams of crystal light that flew in all directions.

The Heavenly Crystal God Race controlling the crystal balls smiled reservedly: 'Any formation of the Human Race emphasizes leaving a sliver of life, so their formations must have a life gate. The essence of breaking a formation is to find their life gate…… For us, since our ancestors have already broken through these formations, they are no longer a problem……'

As soon as the words left his mouth, black and golden sword lights rained down from the clouds above.

Both the black and golden sword lights were wrapped in a thin layer of spark fire.

The sword lights fell like rain, dozens of crystal balls were shattered with 'popping' sounds. The Heavenly Crystal God Race controlling the crystal balls shuddered, and a viscous, shiny, molten-crystal-like hot plasma spurted from his mouth.

Damn…… this great formation is not purely the Life-Death Illusion Yin-Yang Killing Formation.' This mighty Heavenly Crystal God Race roared angrily: 'I never expected we would fall into a formation, because the Barbarian God Clan knows nothing about formations.'

So, I brought only a few formation-breaking pearls, and they're all used up now.' The Heavenly Crystal God Race said angrily: 'This is a huge sum of money; each formation-breaking pearl requires great effort to refine and consumes many precious resources…… So, only the second move remains: everyone, break it with brute force.'

The lava giant nearby, his body surging with magma, burst out laughing: 'I thought you had some brilliant method? In the end, it's just brute force? If so, why did you just brag so much?'

He snorted coldly, and the lava giant's body began to rapidly expand.

Originally this guy's height was around a hundred zhang; as his body just began to swell, his head touched the bluish-white cloud layer above.

'Hiss—boom' a series of loud noises came.

Where the lava giant's head touched the cloud layer, rings of black light spread out like ripples. Then countless thin strands of electricity fell from the cloud layer, pouring down like a waterfall onto the lava giant's body.

'My power is unstoppable!' This flamboyant lava giant raised both hands and slammed heavily onto the cloud layer above.

In the fine electricity, threads of minute spark fire fell with the electricity onto his body, then turned into a thin layer of fire that quietly burned.

Thick plates on the lava giant's body, resembling solidified magma, silently melted, dripping as black-red slurry. In just a few breaths, the flamboyant lava giant's self-generated armor was completely refined by spark fire, revealing his internal boiling, surging core like crimson magma.

Spark fire invaded the scorching, boiling core of his body, and the lava giant instantly let out a deafening cry of pain.

'What kind of fire is this? Damn, this fire…… is completely beyond my control.' The lava giant hysterical roared: 'We are the spirits of fire, we are the darlings of the earth; all fire in heaven and earth ought to submit to the rule of our lava giant race.'

Damn, damn, what is this…… I've been poisoned, I've been poisoned…… no, no, my body, my body is melting, being dissolved!

Gobs of magma the size of a human head boiled out from within the lava giant's body, falling onto the cloud layer below, where they quickly condensed into large, blood-red gems.

Sheng Rong and the many other gods' faces suddenly stiffened.