Chapter 337: Hahaha, dead! All dead! 【6k】

“Fate guides!”

The Fate Demon God unleashed a divine light.

The demon god Xiangliu surged forward along this light, breaking free from the encirclement of the Four Immortals.

“Wretched beast, where are you running?!”

The Yin-Yang Daoist roared: “Yin and Yang are severed!”

In an instant, the Taiji Diagram soared through the sky, plunging heaven and earth into chaos, extinguishing sun and moon; an invisible barrier blocked Xiangliu’s path.

The Qiankun Daoist swept his sleeve and slammed forward—a colossal palm thrust out. “Qiankun Manipulation!”

A complete world instantly formed, with heaven, earth, sun, moon, and ancient stars spinning within the Qiankun Daoist’s palm.

This Qiankun world closed in like a cage, reaching for the demon god Xiangliu.

The Daoist of Inversion delivered the final great divine technique.

He inverted fate.

The fate divine light broke from its destined path, curved midair, and returned to the battlefield in an instant.

The demon god Xiangliu was immediately seized by the Qiankun Daoist’s cage.

“Sword, pierce the cosmos—cut!”

Zhenwu swung his sword; the terrifying slaughter shook the heavens, turning countless Qiankun worlds’ stars into dust that drifted through the sky.

As Zhenwu’s sword point struck, in an instant, the blade-light split—each speck of dust became a phantom world.

Endless starry skies, square earth beneath round heaven, layered endlessly—all illuminated by swordlight.

Countless swordlights pierced through countless universes, endlessly splitting and reaching everywhere, ignoring distance or strength, shining upon every point.

This strike, split beyond all limits, struck Xiangliu with invincible might.

“Ahh—”

Trapped within the Qiankun world, the demon god Xiangliu screamed in agony.

His nine heads were cleanly severed; his body was obliterated, reformed, then obliterated again.

Zhenwu’s sword did not merely cut his body—it continuously ground down his countless thoughts.

Great Luo Sovereigns can generate countless heavens with a single thought, sustain ten thousand eons with a single thought.

But what if all thoughts were utterly cut down?

“You want to kill me? Can you kill me?!”

Xiangliu felt his vitality draining; he let out a mad laugh: “Hahaha! A mere Great Luo of the First Realm—you dare try to kill me?!”

Zhenwu calmly regarded his opponent: “Great Luo is Dao—it represents infinite possibilities, but Great Luo does not mean invincibility!”

“What if I am Second Realm Great Luo? Today I slay you, attain enlightenment on the spot, and step onto the Hunyuan path!”

Zhenwu stood firm in the void, speaking to Qiankun and the others: “My fellow Daoists, please guard the perimeter—do not let the Poison Demon God escape.”

“I’ll strike one final sword—if I fail to slay him, you may act then!”

Zhenwu was no fool.

The Three Immortals readily agreed, taking positions nearby.

“You think I’m a lamb awaiting slaughter?” Xiangliu exhaled, turning breath into a marsh; green poison miasma spread rapidly, nauseating and bitter to the nose.

Nine pairs of vertical pupils glowed with cold light; the poison law spread, and within the world choked by endless decaying demon miasma, orchid leaves flourished, grasses thrived, and heaven and earth turned a clear blue.

“Good, good, good—let’s see how you cut me down!”

A hoarse voice echoed from within the Qiankun world, like ten thousand snakes whispering, rustling, sending shivers through the soul.

“Roar!” Xiangliu’s massive body trembled violently; his nine great heads roared toward the heavens.

The colossal serpent body slowly coiled upward, forming the shape of Buzhou Mountain.

Its winding form resembled the spine of an ancient mountain range; every scale on its body shimmered with the light of law, radiance like the imprint of Dao—mysterious and profound, as if holding the power of the universe’s birth.

Xiangliu opened his gargantuan maw and spat venom.

The venom erupted, instantly transforming into nine filthy rivers.

These nine rivers defied gravity, hanging inverted in the sky like nine waterfalls cascading downward, as if seeking to shatter all laws and order of the world.

They resembled nine terrifying guillotines, surging toward Zhenwu with the power of death and destruction.

As the rivers fell, the surrounding spacetime seemed corroded; Dao’s law, under the venom’s erosion, grew fragile as a candle in the wind, ready to snuff out at any moment.

Zhenwu stood firm in the void, his blue robe fluttering, his majestic form unmoved amid countless toxins.

“Jie Tian’s Seventh Sword—”

The broadsword in Zhenwu the Emperor’s hand blazed, brilliant light illuminating the polluted heavens and earth.

“Dao perishes, Dao is born!”

Swordlight erupted, enveloping all; all abstract concepts began to unravel, all descriptions vanished swiftly.

This swordstroke seemed the end of an aeon, the collapse of Dao, all things no longer existing.

Within the swordlight’s range, the nine great rivers of Dao were scorched by invisible flames, shattered by countless swordrays; Xiangliu’s body, like a mosquito trapped in amber, could not move, dissolving inch by inch.

Then, all things perished; Dao perished.

The colossal demon body collapsed with a thunderous crash.

“Roar!” The demon’s will revived again; the Tai Su essence flowed through the void; Xiangliu reformed from void to substance, reborn from spacetime.

Yet Zhenwu the Emperor’s swordstroke was not over.

The swordlight sharply shifted—darkness birthed light, death contained life, Yin and Yang separated, life and death reformed.

Between the birth and death of Dao, the reviving demon god Xiangliu was struck again.

The terrifying swordlight obliterated all of him, dissolved his Dao, and transformed it into Zhenwu’s Dao.

“Rootless tree, blossoms bright, heaven responds with stars, earth responds with tides. Dragon-slaying sword, tiger-binding cord, turning the Northern Dipper’s handle.”

“Forging one furnace of true sun and moon, sweeping clean three thousand six hundred paths. Walking the clouds, roaming freely, sin and dust erased in one stroke.”

Zhenwu sang as he trod the heavens; from his third eye flew a Dao fruit, transforming into an immortal figure standing on tortoise and snake.

“I have long been companion to the Black Tortoise; today, slaying this serpent fulfills the name of the Tortoise-Snake Immortal!” As Zhenwu struck this sword, he had already comprehended the Tai Su essence—he saw the path ahead.

At this moment, his life underwent transformation; his Dao ascended.

In contrast, the demon god Xiangliu’s life-light dimmed drastically.

He stared at the ascending Zhenwu the Emperor, eyes filled with venomous hatred: “Use me as a ladder to ascend the Nine Heavens?”

“Then you shall be disappointed!”

“I can die a hundred times, ten thousand times in your hands—but you die only once in mine!”

Xiangliu died again and again, revived again and again.

Tai Yi cannot be killed; Great Luo is eternal—let alone a Chaos Demon God who comprehended the Tai Su essence.

Zhenwu the Emperor’s Jie Tian Sword was strong—so strong that even Xiangliu had to endure death after death.

But Great Luo is Great Luo; to cross the Dao’s chasm and reverse-attack Tai Su, to utterly suppress and nail him into his coffin—nearly impossible!

“Dao is lofty and distant—what do you truly understand?”

“You steal my Dao for your own use—don’t you fear bursting from overconsumption?”

Xiangliu’s life-light dimmed to its nadir, nearing extinction—but he did not die outright; his wounds healed at breakneck speed.

“Have you decided how you’ll die?” Xiangliu glared fiercely at Zhenwu the Emperor.

“Kill!”

Seeing Xiangliu return from death again and again, still so fierce, Zhenwu the Emperor sighed softly.

“Indeed, in the struggle of Dao, even a slight difference is as vast as heaven and earth.”

“But this is enough.”

Zhenwu had found his path—no need to fight Xiangliu to the death.

“My fellow Daoists—please!”

Zhenwu the Emperor stepped back without hesitation, leaving the battlefield to the Three Immortals.

“Come back here!” Xiangliu’s hair stood on end in rage.

His roar echoed from the depths of spacetime, shaking the air into ripples, as if trying to disrupt the spacetime order of this realm.

“Willing to fight to the death?” The Three Immortals stepped forward to block Xiangliu.

The Qiankun Daoist smiled: “Brother, believe me—dying by our hands is still more dignified!”

“Enough talk—send him on his way!” The Yin-Yang Immortal unfurled his Taiji Diagram; the Taiji Golden Bridge descended upon Xiangliu.

“Die—all of you die!”

Xiangliu soared into the sky, his nine massive heads suspended high above like ancient stars, brilliant and radiant.

“Damn it—he’s going to self-destruct!” The Qiankun Daoist’s face changed; he summoned his ancient, simple tripod.

The Qiankun Tripod floated amid countless torrents of Dao.

Primordial breath swept all directions; Creation’s divine light surged up and down; the eternal, indestructible aura illuminated all worlds.

“Kill!!”

Xiangliu charged forward; Dao roared without end; the deepest killing intent in the north of Honghuang erupted.

The Three Immortals and Zhenwu instantly used their Dao artifacts to shield themselves.

Then, a cunning gleam flashed in Xiangliu’s eyes.

He never intended to self-destruct—he turned direction and fled outright!

Whoosh!

Tai Su Great Luo fleeing—how fast could he go?

In an instant, he vanished without a trace!

The Three Immortals, enraged beyond measure, abandoned all dignity and shouted: “You chaotic demon god, are you playing military tactics?!”

“You tricked us?!”

“If this can be tolerated, what cannot?!”

“Chase him!”

Feeling the pursuit behind him, the demon god Xiangliu sneered: “Back in the War of Creation, I was killed by Pangu precisely because I didn’t run.”

“Do you really think, if the same thing happens again, I’d walk straight into darkness a second time?”

Are the lives of primordial deities precious, but the lives of chaotic demon gods not worth anything?

After barely getting a second chance, who wants to die miserably?

“Fate, save me!”

The demon god Xiangliu begged for aid once more; a brilliant beam of fate light descended, guiding him away from the Northern Lands.

“If you’ve got the guts, come after me!”

The demon god Xiangliu seized the opportunity to flee.

“Fate deviates!” Suddenly, a cold voice sounded beside the demon god Xiangliu’s ear.

The Fourth Primordial Ancestor of the Dragon Clan, Bai Long, interfered with the Fate Demon God’s divine art.

“Wretched fiend, where are you running?!”

A roar echoed as the demon god Xiangliu looked up to see a Daoist flying through the air, cradling a Linglong Pagoda. “Go!”

The furnace in Tai Shang Lao Jun’s hand struck sideways, slamming the demon god Xiangliu away.

The colossal body of the demon god crashed heavily against the Buzhou Divine Mountain.

“Daoist, he’s our prey!” The Three Immortals arrived.

“Help me kill him, and when I refine his Golden Core, I’ll share some with you!” Tai Shang Lao Jun said.

The Qiankun Daoist’s eyes lit up: “Deal!”

A Tai Su-level Golden Core? Just thinking about it thrilled him.

“Send him on his way!” The Yin-Yang Daoist grew even more eager.

“Send him on his way!” The Dian Daoist laughed heartily.

Tai Shang Lao Jun also smiled: “Send him on his way.”

Four Tai Su Da Luo unleashed their power; the demon god Xiangliu was truly trapped—no path to heaven, no exit to earth.

“Daoist Xiangliu!”

The Fate Demon God, the Evil Demon God, the Plague Demon God, the Wicked Demon God, and the Sin Demon God advanced to rescue him.

“Want to save him? Did you ask us?!”

Bai Long, Yuan Feng, Dong Hua, Kun Peng, and Hong Yun stepped forward together, blocking the Five Demon Gods.

“The Poison Demon God, wounded but not dead!” At this moment, the newly appointed True Demon God, Kong Ming Daoist, crawled out from the ruins of a divine hall.

He used his True Dao Fruit to attempt rewriting reality.

“Oh? Still alive?” A mirror beam struck, carrying temporal power; the River of Time flowed through emptiness, its origin unseen, only endless slaughter visible.

Yaochi Jin Mu severed Kong Ming Daoist’s True Judgment, and as an afterthought, delivered another slash to the demon god Xiangliu.

“The Poison Demon God died a violent death!”

As the founder of the True Immortal lineage, he wielded divine arts like “cultivating falsehood into truth” and “transforming truth into falsehood” with effortless ease.

“You!”

Kong Ming Daoist, caught off guard, was repelled by the Kunlun Mirror.

When he saw Yaochi Jin Mu directly severing his Dao Fruit’s power, he was utterly stunned.

“What are you staring at? Never seen a True Immortal before?”

Yaochi waved her hand again; the mirror light of the Kunlun Mirror illuminated heaven and earth, manifesting the laws of time and space. The void became a mirror, reflecting a world that pulled Kong Ming Daoist inside.

“True Demon God? Your tricks are impressive—but you’ve met me!”

Yaochi unfurled her Su Se Yun Jie Flag; instantly, wondrous phenomena swirled, and heaven and earth glowed bright.

“Then let’s see how your True Immortal arts fare!”

Kong Ming Daoist reached into the void—and pulled out another Su Se Yun Jie Flag.

“Your spiritual treasure is fake; mine is the real one!”

As Kong Ming Daoist unfurled his flag, myriad wondrous phenomena bloomed across heaven and earth, radiant auspicious mists swirling.

Yet the moment he produced this spiritual treasure, the Yun Jie Flag in Yaochi’s hand dimmed for an instant.

He could directly affect a supreme primordial spiritual treasure!

“Kill!” Kong Ming Daoist transformed, becoming a colossal blue dragon soaring into the nine heavens, fangs bared, claws extended, dragon aura thundering, scales gleaming in the sun, killing intent surging through the cosmos.

He charged toward Yaochi, bearing the Yun Jie Flag.

They exchanged blows, neither able to overcome the other.

“Daoist Meng Zhang, is that your twin brother?” In the ranks of the Ten Directions Divine Hall, the River God Bing Yi, seeing Kong Ming Daoist transformed into a blue dragon, turned curiously to his side.

The four disciples—Duo Bao, Pu Xian, Wen Shu, and Ci Hang—curiously stared at the blue dragon beside them.

The giant dragon Kong Ming Daoist had become was identical to the blue dragon—even their qi was indistinguishable.

“He has nothing to do with me!” The blue dragon’s face darkened at seeing Kong Ming mimic him.

Because the True Dao was rewriting reality, an unfathomably profound Daoic meaning echoed in the blue dragon’s ears, declaring him a false dragon.

This was outright cosmic reversal!

“I’ll kill him!” The blue dragon gritted his teeth, gripping his battle halberd, charging toward Kong Ming Daoist.

“Roar!”

The dragon’s roar echoed through the heavens.

Kong Ming Daoist, seeing the blue dragon, bellowed: “Where did this eel dare attack the Lord?!”

“To defy your superior is a crime worthy of ten thousand deaths!”

“I curse your ancestors!” The blue dragon exploded with rage—he felt the True Dao labeling him an eel, and his very body was beginning to transform into one!

“Kill!!” Time and space trembled; the halberd swept across, splitting the void.

The blue dragon charged forward, fighting to the death.

“Hey hey hey, Daoist, this is my job!” Yaochi called out half-heartedly, but the blue dragon paid no heed.

Clearly, Kong Ming Daoist had truly disgusted the blue dragon.

“Fine, your grudge runs deeper.” With someone absorbing the damage, Yaochi was happy to stay out of it.

If Kong Ming succeeded in transforming himself into a true dragon,

the blue dragon would become a false one.

Who could bear that?

She directly lent her True Immortal Dao Fruit as support beside the blue dragon, waiting for the perfect moment to deliver a killing blow to Kong Ming Daoist.

“Boom!!”

At this moment, a tremendous crash echoed from the Buzhou Mountain battlefield.

“Today I die, but I am still the Poison Demon God!”

As he died, the demon god Xiangliu roared: “As long as the Poison Dao endures, I shall return!”

“You’ll go into my pagoda first!”

“Absorb!”

Tai Shang Lao Jun unleashed the Heaven-Earth-Xuan-Huang-Linglong Pagoda, finally killing the demon god Xiangliu.

The Poison Demon God’s Dao, body, and primordial essence were all absorbed into the pagoda.

“I’ll refine you into a Golden Core—you’ll be the poison in my alchemy. See how you rise now!” Tai Shang had already planned how to nail shut the coffin.

“Daoist Xiangliu!”

The chaotic demon gods were filled with grief.

The death of the Poison Demon God triggered a chain reaction.

In the River of Time, the Time Demon God was jointly crushed by Yu Chendao Jun and Zu Long, dead beyond revival.

“Your body goes to you, your Dao Fruit to me—how’s that?” Having slain a demon god beneficial to his own Dao, Zu Long beamed.

“Agreed!”

Western Lotus Sea.

The Buddha chanted sutras; lotus flowers bloomed, each bearing a Buddha. The Buddhas chanted, their light illuminating a pure land.

Jie Yin’s immortal golden body appeared amid the boundless stars.

Luminous Liuli light blazed brilliantly; within his body, the śarīra glowed clearly, perfectly round and translucent.

Twenty-four heads chanted in unison; eighteen arms each held the Seven Treasures Bodhi Tree, the Six Roots Pure Bamboo, the Demon Subduing Club, the Wisdom Sword, the Precept Knife, the Axe, the Silver Hook, the Bronze Hammer—all weapons of destruction.

Infinite power, immeasurable Buddha light.

“Amitabha!”

“Revered one, turn back while there’s still time!”

Jie Yin’s countenance was solemn and majestic.

He expounded the Dharma of compassion while simultaneously enacting the truth of guiding beings to liberation.

“You bald monk!”

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"Ten thousand years? Fine!"

Jieyin directly accelerated time in the Pusuo World, and ten thousand years passed in an instant.

"Friend, proceed on your way!"

The Buddha formed by Jieyin thrust out a palm.

A golden-bright " Wan " character slammed toward them.

The palm technique, encompassing heaven and earth, shook the cosmos—unyielding and supreme—directly obliterated the Lord of Six Waves!

"Friend!"

【Yang Zhu】 Changcheng was filled with grief and fury.

"Take care of yourself first!"

Zhenyuanzi held the Earth Book and trapped him firmly within the Wu Earth Array.

"Sun Friend!"

"Here it comes!"

The Chaos Bell rang as Taiyi unleashed the peerless Sun Golden Fist.

The scorching Sun Golden Fist, like the gaze of Pangu Zhenren, annihilated 【Yang Zhu】 Changcheng beneath its blow.

"Dead, all dead, HAHAAAH!!!"

The Death Demon God laughed maniacally.

Tears glistened in his corners, yet his expression was wildly ecstatic.

"Kill kill kill!!!"

The Killing Demon God’s eyes glowed blood-red; the two joined forces to unleash slaughter, terrifying all worlds.

"Puff!!" The Qilin Clan’s Zi Yun Shen Jun, caught off guard, was blasted down from the Nine Heavens.

"Die, go die!" The Death Demon God opened his gargantuan maw and swallowed him whole.

"Come here."

The War Lord charged at the Bai He Clan Chief of the Phoenix Clan, seized his wings with both hands, and tore him apart—Phoenix true blood drenched the entire sky.

"We can’t win, but neither will you!"

The War Lord’s body loomed over half the heavens; bathed in Phoenix true blood, his slaughter intensified.

(End of Chapter)