Chapter 112: The Supreme Primordial Spirit of the Universe

The sea split open, heaven and earth plunged into darkness!

Amidst the continuous, thunderous explosions.

He gazed far into the distance.

Yuan Ju saw, at the farthest horizon where sea met sky, a towering, majestic celestial form generating a terrifying roar as if intent on annihilating all existence, hurtling toward him like a meteor from beyond the heavens!

He barely stifled his heart’s terror, activated his Dharma Eye, and saw that the form was nothing but a churning, radiant mass of chaotic thunder, connecting above to the pure Yang and below to the turbid Yin, born between being and non-being, seizing dominion over the primordial chaos.

In an instant, the entire hundred-li radius was swallowed by the form’s blinding radiance, its roar dominating every living being’s senses.

Its grandeur was a spectacle Yuan Ju had never seen nor heard in his entire life!

“Magic power carves the void, light permeates all directions, the void moves of itself, the divine settles in stillness… Could this be the supreme form among Primordial Spirit manifestations?!”

In the blink of an eye, the mighty thunderous form was now only eighty li away from him.

Suppressing the urge to turn and flee, Yuan Ju knew that before such a being, any attempt to resist would mean certain death.

Even if he fled, it would only grant him a few more breaths of life.

“What have I, on Linjiao Island, ever done to draw such a figure? This must be entanglement in Yue You’s grudges! I was just trying to curry favor with the Celestial Demon Sect’s Yu Shu Zhenjun—still haven’t tasted the mutton, and now I’ve gotten myself covered in stink!”

As Yuan Ju seethed inwardly with frustration.

Yue You, mid-flight, suddenly halted, dispelling his demonic aura, standing motionless in the clouds with a grim, shifting expression, brows knotted tight.

“The Emperor emerges from Zhen… This is the Yuanchen Sect’s ‘Society’s Collective Thunder’ form, ranked supreme! Yuan Ju, you wanted to please me, didn’t you? Your Linjiao Island wanted to return to the South Sea Monkey Clan, didn’t you?

Fine! I’ll secure your request on behalf of Yu Shu!”

Yue You pointed at the celestial form and said coldly:

“Stop him! Activate your island’s prohibitions and hold this short-lived fool back for half a minute!

If I survive this, your Linjiao Island won’t just return to the South Sea—I’ll convince Yu Shu to help you usurp Yuan Gongche’s position and make your Linjiao lineage the sovereigns of the South Sea Monkey Clan!”

Supreme Primordial Spirit manifestation…

Society’s Collective Thunder?!

In his panic, Yuan Ju’s mind raced—and he arrived at a name so shocking he dared not even think it.

“Yuanchen Sect… again, one who has cultivated the ‘Society’s Collective Thunder’ form… Who is this person, and what grudge does he hold with the Lord? Could you at least tell me?”

He spoke, voice trembling.

Yue You remained silent, face cold.

“Could it be—”

“Junyao! Father! Is this the Junyao Zhenjun who won the last Dan Yuan Grand Assembly for Yuanchen Sect?!”

Before Yuan Ju could finish.

Inside Linjiao Island, the boy Yue You had wounded could no longer hold back—he screamed at the top of his lungs:

“The only one in Yuanchen Sect with a top-grade Dan who cultivated the ‘Society’s Collective Thunder’ form is him! Father, this True Person has a blood feud with Yue You and his kind—our Linjiao Island must not get involved!”

Yue You’s eyes blazed with lethal light; he glared coldly down at Linjiao Island, regretting he’d held back even slightly—he should have crushed the boy into dust right then!

“Father! Don’t believe Yue You! Snakes are treacherous and deceitful—untrustworthy! Don’t you remember? We were once betrayed by the Python Clan! That’s why we fled from the South Sea to the East Sea and ended up like this!”

As the “Society’s Collective Thunder” form drew ever closer to their cultivation ground, its supreme Primordial Spirit aura blazed like the sun descending upon the mortal world, magnificent and overwhelming.

It churned the hundred-li sea into chaos, as if boiling a cauldron ready to explode, threatening to silence all existence in an instant!

The many demonic monkeys on Linjiao Island, shaken by this terrifying roar, lost their usual arrogance and ferocity; they screamed and howled among the trees and stone pillars, clawing at their ears and scratching their heads in panic, the noise deafening!

“Father! Father! Yuanchen Sect lies in this eastern region, bordering the East Sea! Don’t listen to Yue You’s lies—don’t drag our entire sect to ruin!”

At this, the boy’s voice cracked with fear and tears:

“I still want to return to the South Sea in my lifetime and become the young master of the Monkey Clan! Our Linjiao lineage cannot perish here!”

Hearing this, Yuan Ju’s expression grew complex.

After a moment of silence, he fixed his gaze once more on the celestial form, then on Yue You, and sighed:

“Lord, I’ll offer the Dimensional Escape Spindle as my apology—but I cannot, and dare not, involve myself in this matter, for I bear the lives of many.”

“Very well. The Old Master remembers. Don’t regret this, Linjiao Island!”

Yue You sneered, knowing further persuasion was useless, and said no more.

As Yuan Ju descended through the clouds into the island and fully activated its prohibitions, sealing off the inside from the outside, it was clear he had chosen neutrality.

The “Society’s Collective Thunder” form finally drew near, hovering above Linjiao Island, dominating the entire sky with its overwhelming presence.

Instantly, lightning flashed and thunder roared, as if dragging the entire sea realm into a world of cataclysmic storms!

“Junyao!”

Yue You’s face darkened.

“Yue You, why stop running? Can’t you break through my Closed Heaven and Earth technique?”

As a voice, utterly indifferent, echoed, the lightning and mist before him slowly parted, revealing a young Daoist of extraordinary beauty and divine clarity.

His expression was icy, his features carved with frosty solitude; he wore green robes, a jade seal at his waist, his eyes brimming with unmasked lethal intent.

As he stood suspended in the void, the spiritual energy and qi of all directions bowed to him like tame dogs, obediently bending to his will, transforming into wondrous forms.

Supreme Form!

Society’s Collective Thunder!

Former champion of the Dan Yuan Grand Assembly!

Now the number one Primordial Spirit in the entire universe!!!

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Under Junyao’s overwhelming aura, even Yue You, with his lawless nature, felt a crushing despair, his will to fight all but extinguished, his gaze dull and lifeless.

After forcing down this strange sensation,

Junyao, standing with hands clasped behind his back in the high heavens, said:

“Eleven years ago, after you barely escaped from Tunxiang Mansion, I visited Elder Wei of the Nine Truths Sect. Through his introduction, I finally cultivated this ‘Nine Realms Within Reach.’ Today, seeing its results, I find my years of hardship were not in vain.”

Yue You’s face darkened.

The instant he sensed the “Society’s Collective Thunder,” he had unleashed his full strength, fleeing as fast as he could.

But the farther he fled, the more the space ahead seemed endless—each inch stretched to a hundred li, stretching on forever, unreachable.

That’s why he’d finally halted, desperate to persuade Yuan Ju to join him in battle.

But this monkey had lost the courage he once had in the South Sea Monkey Clan—only nodding and bowing, refusing to take sides.

“It seems… there’s no peaceful resolution…”

Yue You sighed inwardly.

“Junyao, you’re so foolish—why can’t you let go?” he looked up and sneered.

“Let go?” Junyao’s face was expressionless.

“A true heir of Yuanchen Sect, Dan formed to the highest grade, surpassing countless prodigies from the Eight Sects and Six Clans to win the Dan Yuan Grand Assembly, and then cultivating the ‘Society’s Collective Thunder’ form—something no one in Yuanchen’s ten thousand years had achieved!

Junyao, you were destined for boundless greatness!”

Yue You shook his head:

“Why waste yourself like a rabid dog, relentlessly opposing Yu Shu? Even if you save five, or ten of Yu Shu’s offspring, how long will it delay him? It’s all pointless.”

“Yu Shu’s ascension to Dao Lord is inevitable—even the Eight Sects and Xuan Men cannot easily interfere. How can you, a mere Primordial Spirit, stop him?”

A faint sneer flickered in his eyes:

“How many more years do you have left? Will you really go this far for a woman? How pitiful! No wonder the elders of Yuanchen Sect have lost all hope in you—such a mindset will never lead to Dao!

Honestly, stop these futile efforts. Return to your sect, rest for a few years. At this final moment, why not leave behind an heir for your family?”

“Words cannot save your life.”

Junyao said no more.

He simply unfurled the thunder behind him, unleashing an aura of annihilation, and struck straight at Yue You!

“Damn it!”

Yue You’s face twisted in horror; he roared and revealed his ten-thousand-zhang Great Python true body, churning monstrous demonic energy, helplessly charging forward to meet the blow!

BOOM!

The moment they collided, a deafening crack split the heavens—flesh and blood rained down like a storm.

In the sky, the Great Python let out a mournful cry, its bones shattered, tendons torn, and it crashed violently into the sea, sending towering waves crashing outward in all directions.

“One strike? Defeated in one strike?!”

On Linjiao Island, Yuan Ju stared in stunned disbelief, his mind reeling.

Before he could recover, two swirling rings of five-colored divine light leapt from Junyao’s back, illuminating the void, violently parting the sea, and pinning the python’s head and tail.

As if snapping a limp tendon, they sought to tear him apart from within!

“Junyao?!”

Yue You’s soul nearly fled; he desperately shook his entire demonic aura, cleansing his body, barely shattering the two rings of five-colored light—but before he could flee far, an invisible qi pearl descended upon him, instantly vaporizing half his tail.

He’d only survived because he reacted quickly, using his divine technique to block it.

Otherwise, the pearl would have erased not just his tail, but half his entire body!

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Thunder roared without end, reverberating in waves.

Yet barely half a cup of tea had passed.

Yue You had already abandoned his ten-thousand-zhang python body, retreating into a twelve-tiered ivory tower, too terrified to show himself.

He now commanded hundreds of six-tusked white elephant spirits, each draped in divine radiance and possessing the power to shake mountains and topple peaks, desperately charging outward, trying to escape to freedom.

But every time he tried to break past a hundred zhang, a southern red qi fire thunder would strike from thin air, shattering him into charred ash, wasting a single essence.

The twelve-story tower was also being worn down layer by layer under these fire thunder strikes; in moments, only six stories remained, precariously clinging to existence.

“Damn it! Damn it!”

Yue You’s heart lurched in terror.

This white elephant tower was a secret treasure specially gifted to him by Chen Yushu; within it, one could not only protect oneself, but each six-tusked white elephant essence could house a spiritual intent, granting the ability to shift through empty space.

If even one white elephant escaped, Yue You could activate the secret technique to swap places with that elephant and escape this peril.

But who could have foreseen that Jun Yao’s magic power was nearly inexhaustible—his southern red qi fire thunder seemed to blanket the heavens and earth, dense as a woven net!

No matter how the hundreds of six-tusked white elephants shifted through space or moved their limbs, none could escape beyond a hundred zhang before being struck down instantly!

In the blink of an eye, all the essences turned to ash…

With another thunderous boom.

Yue You’s heart trembled—the tower, now reduced to six stories, lost another layer, leaving only five, its radiance dimmed considerably.

“Only… use the Dou Lu to gamble for my life!”

He sighed deeply within, sat cross-legged inside the tower, and ceased caring for the artifact now trembling under the thunderous assault.

He focused solely on nurturing his essence and spirit, striving to reach peak mental and spiritual condition before Jun Yao’s thunder art shattered the tower completely!

Only then—

Could he unleash the earth-shattering strike sealed within the Dou Lu!

The Dou Lu he held was, of course, unlike those held by Chen Yushu’s descendants—indeed, they were entirely different objects.

The Dou Lu carried by those bloodline descendants mostly contained only one technique: “Dou Gang Luo Qi,” which activated automatically in life-or-death moments to protect their lives.

They could not unlock the hidden functions sealed within the Dou Lu themselves.

But the Dou Lu in Yue You’s hands could be activated at his will, without restriction, fully under his control!

On this journey out of Nan Chan Zhou, he had brought only five.

The first—

Had been used to conceal his own celestial traces, severing Jun Yao’s divine calculations.

For years, this man had sabotaged Chen Yushu’s plans, preventing him from bringing the bloodline back to Nan Chan Zhou, acting like a mad dog!

Though he had delayed things for several days, Jun Yao had still come today—clearly, that Dou Lu had not fulfilled Yue You’s expectations…

The second had been used on Wan Jiu Island, shattering the island’s prohibition and slaying Jiu Qu Gong on the spot!

In truth, the boy’s assumption was not wrong: Wan Jiu Island and Lin Jiao Island had battled for years, neither able to overcome the other; such strict defenses were hardly something Yue You’s mere spiritual body could overcome.

After fruitless assaults and enraged frustration, he unleashed a Dou Lu, finally breaking Wan Jiu Island’s formation diagram and claiming Jiu Qu Gong’s head.

…

“Of the three remaining Dou Lu, only two contain true killing arts—Bing Po Zhen Guang; the third, ‘Zuo Jian Ba Ji,’ cannot kill Jun Yao.”

Yue You lifted his head in silence.

At this moment, the twelve-story ivory tower he inhabited had only its final layer left, clinging desperately.

After dozens of breaths, a thunderous crack echoed over dozens of li—the ivory tower was utterly destroyed.

Before the dense barrage of southern red qi fire thunder could descend—

Yue You suddenly roared, pointed his finger, and a piercing white light surged straight upward, swiftly extinguishing every southern red qi fire thunder along its path, unstoppable, freezing Jun Yao in place before he could dodge!

Like the Moon falling to earth, half the sky turned dark, icy white, the cold biting to the bone!

The sea beneath Yue You’s feet had hardened into thick ice; a single gust of icy wind could freeze lesser cultivators midair.

“Father…”

Far away.

Even protected by Lin Jiao Island’s prohibitions, the boy’s face was pale and blue, his teeth chattering; he trembled over to Yuan Ju’s side and spoke hoarsely:

“Jun… Jun Yao True Person is dead—then what of us—”

He dared not finish.

Yuan Ju’s face was as dark as water; he said nothing.

“No…”

Yue You laughed twice; just as he raised his hand to smash the frozen Jun Yao to pieces, his expression shifted, hesitating.

“Chen Yushu didn’t come—did he think one Dou Lu could defeat me? Yue You, you’re foolish enough to shock the heavens.”

At that moment—

Jun Yao’s voice echoed from all directions, filling heaven and earth.

After a moment of panic, Yue You summoned his arcane art, silently pinpointed a direction, and with a wave of his hand, unleashed another piercing white light!

After a silence of dozens of breaths—

A flash of thunderlight appeared; Jun Yao, hand resting on his jade seal, materialized with a cold, expressionless face.

“Did you master that teleportation art?”

Yue You’s spirit reeled.

After a moment of daze, he finally sneered repeatedly, his face filled with contempt.

“Come! Kill me! It’s only a spiritual body—let it die! Yushu has always forbidden my true body from leaving—no doubt for this very reason!”

He clapped his hands and laughed loudly:

“Even if you save Chen Hang today, what does it matter? Can you save all of Yushu’s descendants? For now, let this short-lived wretch revel in his arrogance—when Yushu becomes a Dao Lord—”

“No.”

Yue You fell silent, then laughed bitterly:

“Your lifespan won’t even last until Yushu unites with the Dao. Pitiful! Pitiful!”

“So this one… is called Chen Hang?”

Jun Yao’s expression was calm: “You said a spiritual body dying is just dying—but that’s not necessarily true. Watch.”

He gently curled his fingers, pinching a dantian with seven apertures, spewing murky light, revealing a faint sneer.

The moment Yue You saw the dantian, he said nothing—only fled for his life.

But before he escaped half a li, a torrent of magic power swept across the sky, hurling him down from the clouds, spitting blood, rolling over a dozen times, bones shattered.

“I repay you the old grudge.”

The dantian shot from Jun Yao’s fingertip like a falling star, about to pierce Yue You’s skull—

A voice, as if laughing, suddenly sounded, right beside everyone’s ears:

“Son-in-law, you’ve grown even more capable. Years apart—how have you been?”

The voice sighed softly: “I heard you’ve exhausted your lifespan from stubbornly cultivating that technique. What a pity, what a pity… Son-in-law, you’ve wasted your heavenly talent—this old father-in-law watching cannot help but grieve.”

I heard that due to your stubborn pursuit of that technique, your lifespan is nearly spent—what a pity, what a pity... My son-in-law, you've wasted your natural talent, and as your father-in-law, watching this breaks my heart.

Jun Yao stared coldly ahead, murderous intent surging like a tidal wave, his fingers gripping his jade seal tightly.

“Yushu? Is it you? Are you mad?!”

After a moment of daze, Yue You cried out in fury:

“How dare you send your spiritual intent beyond the cave heaven? Don’t you fear death?!”

How dare you venture your spiritual awareness beyond the cavern realm again? Do you not fear death?!

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