Chapter 540: The Divine Spell of Eradicating Sin Across All Worlds

As the giant hand descended nearly simultaneously, two thunderous booms echoed, as if two volcanoes beneath the clouds had suddenly erupted, instantly stirring the cloud tides into violent chaos, with turbid miasma and foul winds raging across the heavens!

Yin Wujie’s face turned instantly pale, and a crisp sound of bone cracking echoed from his chest.

His star-crowned head shook violently several times, causing the luminous halo behind his skull to waver, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Chen Hang’s shoulder sank deeply inward, his body trembling.

In the instant the Ten Thousand Poisons Great Hand Seal struck, a blinding green light surged from the wounded spot, spreading violently outward as if crawling over his entire body, flickering like ghostly flames.

Both had seized the perfect moment and unleashed their full spiritual powers.

Under the overwhelming magic power of a First-Rank Golden Core, it was not just mountains or peaks like Huayue—any such terrain struck by this blow would be split clean in two.

Even famed True Persons like Wang Xiu and Xie Tan would never dare meet this blow with their bare flesh!

Even if they themselves cultivated the Flesh-to-Saint method, with their bodies hardened and pure, they would still be reduced to bloody, broken heaps, their combat strength severely crippled.

Yet before all eyes, they had clearly clashed palms directly—both were flung backward, their protective jade light deeply indented and shattered in places.

But within mere breaths, Yin Wujie stabilized the churning magic power within him, and a faint flush of blood returned to his face.

Chen Hang’s wound was also slowly healing, purging seven or eight tenths of the strange poison, leaving it powerless to stir further trouble.

They exchanged a single glance, then their forms shot forward like lightning, instantly locked in fierce combat once more.

Their movements were so swift that onlookers could barely discern their shapes; the titanic forces they unleashed were enough to split mountains and oceans.

Such collisions had long since darkened the winds and obscured the sun and sky!

Occasionally, a flash of light would burst forth, only to vanish instantly, swallowed again by dust and sand.

Within the scriptures of the Tai Su Jade Body, there were exalted records on martial techniques and combat methods.

Precise instructions detailed how to circulate blood and qi, how to strike and subdue enemies using only flesh and fist.

After all, this method sought to surpass the primordial divine monsters who once commanded all heavens and universes, elevating mortal flesh to become sovereigns and ancestors!

Every clash between Chen Hang and Yin Wujie was no longer mere palm-to-palm strikes, but carried within them an unfathomable, profound artistry.

This spectacle left many martial cultivators from great sects staring in stunned silence, momentarily speechless.

No wonder this is the masterwork of the Tai Su Elder—among all heavens and universes, few techniques can rival it. Yet I have one question…

In a floating palace of the Suspended Dao Hall, a burly elder clad in a crimson ritual robe stared for a long while, then sighed to his fellow disciples:

“How dare they cultivate the Tai Su Jade Body? How can they be so confident in their ability to conceal their system?”

Upon hearing this question, the fellow disciples all shook their heads slightly.

And upon witnessing this battle between Chen Hang and Yin Wujie,

not only did the elders of the Suspended Dao Hall harbor doubts, but many great cultivators across the entire Ying Ji River region thought likewise.

Though they knew Chen and Yin dared to cultivate the Tai Su Jade Body only because senior elders of their sect had concealed their systems,

not only could cultivators of the same realm not deduce anything, even those several great realms above them could not trace a single clue.

Yet a tree that towers above the forest invites the wind’s destruction.

Especially now, as a great calamity looms and hidden currents surge across the heavens and universes.

If one day, major powers among the heavens reach an irreconcilable, mortal feud with Yu Yuchen and Wenhuan,

all they need do is summon a Grand Master of Divination to calculate the system.

Even if Chen and Yin were hidden deep within their sect’s most secure sanctum, guarded by ancestral masters, it would be useless—they would inevitably fall victim to the calamity of Yang Jiu and Bai Liu.

Though this method would inevitably demand a heavy cost,

eliminating two future Dao seeds—or even immortal sprouts—without a single drop of blood shed,

to many, this was a remarkably profitable bargain!

“Given the talent these two have displayed, perhaps even the founding ancestors of their sects have taken notice? Then their cultivation of the Tai Su Jade Body…”

After a long silence, the crimson-robed elder of the Suspended Dao Hall could only speculate thus, then turned his gaze once more to the celestial scroll, ceasing further thought.

And now, before all eyes, Chen Hang and Yin Wujie were locked in a battle that shook heaven and earth.

A torrent of crimson red water surged toward them, yet was held aloft by several swirling coils of dark qi, not a single drop falling.

Yin Wujie’s eyes flashed sharply; his hundred-zhang spiritual body instantly shrank to normal height, dodging the swift sword slash, then activated his movement technique and thrust his black-gold divine spear forward.

Dong—

Like a great bronze bell ringing, the spear tip was blocked by the Five Qi Cosmos Ring.

But Yin Wujie’s fist shattered Chen Hang’s layered jade defenses with a sharp crack, striking him violently.

Struck, Chen Hang did not retreat—he surged forward, seizing Yin Wujie’s right arm to prevent his escape.

Then with a flick of his sleeve, purple and clear divine thunder erupted from his elbow, striking Yin Wujie’s face!

Honglong—

The golden and silver threads of the Shuoluo Net were crushed instantly!

Yin Wujie barely managed to chant a single spell before he was engulfed in lightning, flung backward like a falling star, crashing toward the earth.

As he roared aloud, ignoring his wounds and forcing his power, he barely stabilized himself midair,

looked up—and saw a rolling tide of crimson flame burst through the divine winds, surging skyward, radiant as a sunset, painting the heavens a brilliant red, swiftly coalescing into a colossal sun-wheel, then plummeting violently!

One of the Ten Types of Cosmic True Fire—Nan Ming Li Fire!

In the critical instant, Yin Wujie’s mind flashed with multiple thoughts, but finally clenched his five fingers, unleashing his entire blood and qi without hesitation!

Though he too cultivated Cosmic True Fire, the sheer might of this Nan Ming Li Fire suggested his own mastery could not possibly block it.

Thus, he had no choice but to employ another method.

As Yin Wujie unleashed all his blood and qi, his aura surged to its peak.

Facing the falling Nan Ming Li Fire, Yin Wujie let out a mighty roar and smashed forward with a single fist!

Tai Su Jade Body’s Mystical Technique—Pinging Tian Fudi!

Within the Tai Su Jade Body’s three realms—Mystical, Origin, and Primordial—each time one completes the ninth layer of a realm, a Heaven-bestowed technique is granted, requiring no arduous cultivation, instantly mastered, and growing stronger as one’s Dao advances.

The Tai Su Elder’s intent was crystal clear.

These Heaven-bestowed techniques clearly corresponded to the ancestral arts of the primordial divine monsters!

Most divine monsters possessed only one ancestral art, but if one were fortunate enough to reach the ninth layer of the Primordial Realm, one could obtain three Heaven-bestowed techniques—three against one, giving the Tai Su Jade Body the advantage here.

When Chen Hang reached the ninth layer of the Mystical Realm, he chose “Thousand Transformations, Ten Thousand Changes,” perfectly compatible with the “Scattering Form and Concealing Shape” technique.

As for Yin Wujie,

he chose the purest offensive technique—Pinging Tian Fudi!

The next instant, the colossal sun-wheel collided directly with the fist.

Instantly, countless flames surged like writhing dragons and snakes, shooting in all directions—everywhere one looked, fire rained down like torrential downpour, smoke and mist billowed thickly!

After this direct clash, Chen Hang and Yin Wujie did not pause, each deploying their own methods to continue their battle.

Amidst the torrential fire rain, swordlight slashed wildly, while dark aura dimmed.

After another hundred exchanges, the entire region had become a sea of flame, until two lights shot out from within and vanished in an instant.

And what followed was half a day of unceasing combat.

Yin Wujie bore over a dozen wounds, a deep sword gash visible to bone across his neck; Chen Hang’s robes were soaked in blood, his own wounds equally horrifying.

Since entering the Emperor’s Ancestral Map, this was the first time Yin Wujie had drawn blood, fought so fiercely.

Shen Xingcui and Lu Tingyun, who had initially made idle comments, now fell silent.

Even Zhou Fu Jia ceased his meditation, his gaze flickering faintly, lost in thought…

And after another clash of Nan Ming Li Fire against Pinging Tian Fudi, both retreated, their arms trembling.

But this time, they did not rush to attack again—instead, they simultaneously withdrew pills and swallowed them.

The battlefield fell into an inexplicable stalemate, the atmosphere eerie.

Soon after, a distant crackling sound rose like crashing waves, louder with each surge.

Then a blood-red cloud spanning dozens of li slowly drifted across, staining the sky crimson!

Ci—

Something suddenly fell from the blood cloud, striking the ground and sending up a plume of dust.

Upon closer look, the object that had fallen from the cloud was unmistakably the head of a poison dragon—but its severed end showed no flesh or blood, only thick, dense gray mist.

“As I suspected…”

The blood cloud slowly split open, and Lu Rong stepped forth, his aura brimming with vitality.

Infinite blood spirits floated beside him, his body gradually solidifying from void to form, like a host of beasts emerging behind their leader, his presence terrifyingly imposing.

He glanced at Chen Hang and Yin Wujie, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.

“Only we few will remain standing here!”

Lu Rong laughed loudly.

…

…

The Law has a Primordial Spirit.

This is a supreme technique of the Primordial Demon Sect, capable of transformation, division, and circulation of the Nine Qi.

When Chen Chan once used it to punish Cui Jing in the Eastern Sea, the Yin-Yang Demon it conjured—even with restraint—had chased Cui Jing to the point of having no escape, neither sky nor earth offering refuge.

The poison dragon was likewise such a creation, but forged by Yu Huangshang.

Now that the dragon’s head had been cast down by Lu Rong and was dissolving into turbid mist, Yu Huangshang had vanished.

The outcome,

was plain to see…

“It seems Yu Huangshang has been eliminated. Congratulations, Brother Lu.”

Chen Hang’s gaze swept over the dragon’s head, then he nodded with a quiet laugh.

Even during the Hongjing era, Lu Rong had mentioned Yu Huangshang’s name multiple times in casual conversation, openly revealing his fighting spirit and regarding him as an enemy he must defeat.

And within this Imperial Ancestral Map, Lu Rong finally defeated Yu Huangshang head-on, fulfilling his wish.

“The Law possesses primordial spirit… Now that this supreme divine art has been shattered, Yu Huangshang will need considerable effort to reforge it. Brother Lu, your magic power is impressive.”

Not far away, Yin Wujie’s gaze also paused on the dragon’s head, then he bowed and praised.

As for Lu Rong, Yin Wujie was not unfamiliar with him.

Though the latter was an established Golden Core, long renowned, Yin Wujie had still clashed with him several times.

Previously, though Lu Rong was formidable, he could not claim the title of First Golden Core among the Six Sects, as Yu Huangshang stood before him.

But since their encounter at Ying Jichuan, Lu Rong had already drawn Yin Wujie’s serious attention.

Especially now, having bested Yu Huangshang, he was all the more intriguing.

“What kind of opportunity led him to take that step? The Eight Sects and Six Clans truly teem with talent.”

Yin Wujie smiled inwardly.

Seeing Chen Hang and Yin Wujie offer congratulations, Lu Rong did not presume superiority; for once, he showed courtesy, returning each bow in turn.

The three of them chatted as if nothing had happened, as though they were not in the midst of combat.

Only when the topic turned to the remaining True Persons in the map did the atmosphere grow slightly solemn, losing some of its lightheartedness.

“Chiming Wei True Person and Yu Huangshang have already fallen to me.”

Lu Rong said.

Upon hearing this, Chen Hang’s eyes flickered, and he understood.

By the time the transformed mist dispersed and full combat could begin for the Fire Bell Bronze Fish, at most ten individuals would remain in this corner of the Imperial Ancestral Map.

Ten True Persons of Golden Core.

Wei Lingjiang and Yu Huangshang had fallen to Lu Rong; Pei Zhi and Gu Yi had been driven out by Yin Wujie; as for Yin Ruohua and Zhou Fujia’s bronze fish, they now rested with Chen Hang.

So, counting it up:

Aside from the three of them, there should still be one more…

“Besides us, there remains Dou Shu Jia Xiu, but he was already wounded by Yu Huangshang earlier. Yu Huangshang did not drive him out merely to borrow his magic power and primordial essence—no need to concern ourselves with him.”

Lu Rong shook his head and said:

“If we encounter him later, take his bronze fish.”

“So it’s just him left.”

Yin Wujie nodded faintly, offering no objection.

When Lu Rong and Yin Wujie mentioned Jia Xiu, their tones were casual, clearly regarding him as insignificant.

Though Chen Hang said nothing, his expression was equally indifferent.

Witnessing this, the presiding Elder of Dou Shu felt his emotions grow complicated, unsure how to speak, and finally merely shook his head in silence.

To be honest, Jia Xiu reaching this point had already surprised many of Dou Shu’s True Persons.

Though he ranked among the top ten True Persons,

save for Yin Ruohua, even against Pei Zhi he had no guaranteed victory, let alone against Gu Yi, Wei Lingjiang, and others.

As a high-level Daoist lineage left by the Great Immortal of Dou Bu, even among the Eight Sects and Six Clans, Dou Shu’s depth rivaled only a handful of houses, housing countless great virtuous True Persons.

Yet if one were to recall when Dou Shu once dominated the Golden Core Assembly,

it would have to stretch back to…

“Ah.”

The presiding Elder of Dou Shu sighed again.

At this moment, Lu Rong studied Chen Hang and Yin Wujie deeply, then said:

“After that battle, I used secret medicine to restore myself—I’ve fully regained my spirit and qi. But your injuries are severe. In this state, I hold a considerable advantage in combat.”

Chen Hang and Yin Wujie exchanged a glance, both understanding.

“Brother Lu is straightforward, but I have a method,” Chen Hang said.

Yin Wujie smiled faintly:

“Since Brother Lu feels he holds an advantage, let’s make your magic power equally depleted. Then we three can fight a free-for-all to settle this once and for all—what do you say?”

“Oh?”

Lu Rong’s eyes lit up instantly.

As soon as he spoke, two mighty waves of magic power surged forth together, piercing the sky and scouring the heavens—it was Chen Hang and Yin Wujie acting in unison.

“Good!”

Lu Rong laughed loudly, immediately forming a hand seal; a faint white glow erupted around him, thin as half a finger’s width.

“The Divine Chant of Purging All Worlds… Lu Rong is cautious—he’s already invoking the divine art he learned from White Water, even in the first round.”

Outside, Qi Shang’s gaze flashed, and he murmured the name in a low tone.