Chapter 338: Beyond Heaven and Earth, Xuan Qing Wields the Great Axe! [6k, Bonus 6, 7]

The sacred beings of Honghuang fought to the death; the chaotic demon gods swore to kill each other to the end.

Within and beyond heaven and earth, throughout the entire cosmos, slaughter was endless, casualties immense.

“I cannot save my companions, and neither can you.”

Upon the river of time and space, the Demon God of Destruction stood atop the World-Ending Mill, raising his head to let out a long, roaring cry: “Whether we live or die matters not—you must die!”

“Hahaha!!”

Opposite the Demon God of Destruction stood an infinitely pure and luminous world.

This world balanced the Dao of Destruction, preventing the Demon God’s divine might from further spreading and influencing the myriad worlds and heavens.

A majestic figure stood firm upon the vast, surging river of time and space.

This figure was the image of nothingness, the root of the Dao, the source of blessing, the origin of heaven and earth!

Vast beyond the outermost, subtle beyond the innermost, boundless and endless, profound and immeasurable, yet utterly dark and mysterious, yet radiating brilliant light, utterly still yet giving form to all things.

Vast and mighty, it swept through chaotic time and space, forming a sky-obscuring tide.

Above time and space, pure light stretched endlessly; auspicious clouds surged in grand waves.

“If we Honghuang gods fall, we still have the chance of reincarnation; but if you fall, you will have nothing at all.”

Xiang Xuanqing’s eyes half-open, half-closed, his body bathed in radiant blessing-light and Xuan Huang merit, crystallizing into an eternal, supreme thought that radiated outward, spreading into emptiness, connecting different worlds, different universes.

Countless billions of souls bowed before him.

Every gesture, every movement of his, tugged at the strings of countless billions of souls.

“Go, go.”

Instantly, the light of blessing illuminated all heavens, the ten extremities of heaven and earth, the myriad worlds and time-space, boundless gods, and hundreds of trillions of living beings—all bathed in the light of blessing.

Xiang Xuanqing sent all the dead souls into the Underworld.

The Demon God of Destruction watched Xiang Xuanqing’s actions and sneered: “To waste effort on ants—how laughable.”

“Your Honghuang gods are as laughable as Pangu.”

“I once thought that after Pangu slaughtered our three thousand chaotic demon gods, he would create a magnificent world.”

“Instead, he sacrificed himself—and gained only this useless lot of yours!”

“Shut up!” Suddenly, Xiang Xuanqing’s hand produced a great axe.

The Demon God of Destruction opened his mouth to mock: “Ying ying ying!!!”

The moment the sound escaped, the Demon God’s eyes widened.

“Ying!”

“Ying ying ying!!”

The Demon God of Destruction flew into rage, pointing at Xiang Xuanqing and emitting strange “ying ying” cries.

The insults were vile.

“Enough. Stop screaming. I’ll send you on your way.”

Xiang Xuanqing’s great axe spun once more, transforming into a jade great axe!

“Swoosh!”

Suddenly, a streak of green light flashed within the chaos.

“Green Lotus?” Just as Xiang Xuanqing was about to swing the axe, the Creation Green Lotus appeared beneath his feet, its one hundred and eight petals shining brilliantly.

“Good.”

Xiang Xuanqing stood upon the Green Lotus and swung the Jade Xu Kai Tian Axe.

“Ying!” The Demon God of Destruction instinctively let out a yelp.

Then he realized—the weapon in his opponent’s hand was not the Falling Cherry Divine Axe, but the Kai Tian Axe.

“Kai Tian Axe!!”

The Demon God of Destruction’s expression changed; he lifted the World-Ending Mill and shoved it forward.

Boom!!

Above and below, all was vast and dim; time and space lost their hue.

Xiang Xuanqing swung the axe.

The Demon God of Destruction was engulfed in endless light.

Whoosh!

A blade of axe-edge slashed forth from chaos, as if the entire time-space had been engulfed by a savage will.

Infinite slaughter condensed into a single axe-strike; bloody winds and rain followed; chaos boiled; killing aura and malevolent energy surged like rolling black tides reaching heaven.

“Boom!!”

One axe-strike fell—the World-Ending Mill nearly flew from the Demon God’s grasp.

Splash splash splash~~

The Demon God of Destruction retreated step by step, startling the river of time and space into rippling waves.

“Again!”

The Demon God of Destruction, humiliated and furious.

He had been frightened—and driven back—by a fake Kai Tian Axe.

To the Demon God, only Pangu’s Axe was the true Kai Tian Axe.

Jade Xu Kai Tian Axe?

“A mere toy!” The Demon God of Destruction shook off his shock, gracefully stepping out of the axe-light’s encirclement.

He raised his hand; the Mill reversed.

Condensing a blade of chaotic sword-energy!

“All worlds become dust; all things arise!”

From the river of time and space drifted grains of sand, transforming into suns, moons, stars, spreading across earth, forming rivers, mountains, and peaks.

The Demon God of Destruction not only mastered “Destruction,” but also “Creation”!

The myriad phenomena of heaven and earth illuminated the entire river of time and space.

Boom boom boom~~

Axe met Mill.

Killing clashed with vitality.

Where the axe fell, destruction followed; where the Mill turned, all things shone.

At this moment, Xiang Xuanqing resembled a sovereign ruling over darkness.

While the Demon God of Destruction stood as the master of light.

Such an absurd yet mysterious scene unfolded upon the river of time and space.

In the end, Xiang Xuanqing felled the myriad phenomena of heaven and earth.

The Demon God of Destruction’s chaotic sword-energy also cleaved open the primordial darkness.

He gazed levelly at Xiang Xuanqing, as if gazing upon that ancient, solitary giant.

“You are ultimately not Him!” the Demon God of Destruction sneered.

He held the World-Ending Mill aloft and thrust it forward once more.

A second chaotic sword-energy formed.

One symbolized destruction; the other, rebirth.

Xiang Xuanqing finally took this opponent seriously.

The Demon God of Destruction’s Dao had advanced far.

“Go!” The Demon God of Destruction slashed forth a blade brimming with vitality.

Unprecedented slaughter erupted; a chaotic storm surged, shattering the boundless void into fragments.

The entire space tore into gaping rents; each rent contained a boundless, infinite universe—stars exploded, star-rivers overflowed.

This single slash seemed to shatter the boundary between life and death; space shattered continuously, hurricanes howled without end!

The chaotic storm swept across the river; Xiang Xuanqing stood within the storm, as unmoving as an immortal mountain.

“Hmph!”

A cold snort echoed above the river of time and space.

This was the first sound of creation; black mist veiled the four directions; void darkened; time and space vanished into unknowable depths.

The next instant, the colossal axe descended from the heavens.

Yin and yang separated; heaven cleared, earth thickened.

Three thousand swords emerged; three thousand axes destroyed.

As for slaughter, Xiang Xuanqing had never feared anyone.

Pangu’s Dao was strong and vast.

His Dao was vast and strong!

“In ancient times, Pangu shattered three thousand, swept clean the demon gods—today, can I not cut you down?”

Xiang Xuanqing stood upon time and space, his gaze descending like the Dao of Heaven looking down—calm, yet holding supreme majesty.

“Ridiculous!”

The words fell like thunder rolling.

Storms converged above the river of time and space.

The Green Lotus swayed; the Kai Tian Axe descended.

The axe blade stretched hundreds of millions of zhang, causing spacetime to ripple uncontrollably.

The axe, brimming with endless killing intent, shattered countless life-bringing swords.

A sharp tearing sound rang out, like silk ripping apart, as a grand world was split open.

The destruction demon’s sleeve exploded, a grotesque wound spreading from its palm to its armpit, its entire arm drenched in blood, deep enough to reveal bone.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~~

The destruction demon retreated again.

“Kill!”

Xiang Xuanqing’s sleeves whipped up, sweeping away the chaotic crimson blood, and the nine heavens’ layers of clouds suddenly parted.

Heavenly light shone upon the world, like countless blue lotuses blooming.

In an instant, boundless splendor!

Boom, boom, boom!!!

“Think I’m afraid of you?”

Clang!

The destruction demon drew his sword from the heavens, its blade multiplying into countless rays of light.

Vast cosmic pressure crushed the heavens.

It also bore down upon Xiang Xuanqing.

Xiang Xuanqing’s deep, terrifying eyes fixed on the destruction demon.

He exhaled sharply: “Zhà!”

The third sound of Creation—annihilating gods, slaying souls!

Suddenly, the destruction demon’s spiritual platform erupted with power capable of erasing all existence; all things in heaven and earth seemed obliterated within a single stroke of the axe.

Boom~~

All things were born only to die; all worlds died only to be reborn.

Blood trickled from the destruction demon’s lips; he was nearly extinguished.

“You cannot kill me!” he stared at Xiang Xuanqing’s figure.

The destruction demon, who had comprehended life and death, had completed his Dao transcendence, reaching absolute peak strength.

Even facing Xiang Xuanqing’s Creation Axe, he still had reserves—never once defeated.

“One axe isn’t enough? Then let’s go again!”

Xiang Xuanqing stepped upon blue lotuses, his colossal axe descending from the heavens, strike after strike, dazzlingly brilliant.

The entire river of spacetime was engulfed in this radiance, until the destruction demon’s figure was utterly erased.

The boundless chaos.

A Daoist stood before a grand hall, silently observing the Honghuang battle, as countless worlds rose and fell.

Yang Mei Lao Zu witnessed the Order Demon descending, unleashing divine power.

He also saw the Destruction Demon strike, nearly overturning all heavenly worlds and dragging countless beings toward the Final Catastrophe.

Yang Mei turned to look back.

Upon the high dais sat an empty meditation cushion.

“That old Daoist really is something—why close his cultivation at any other time but this critical moment?” Yang Mei’s tone carried a hint of complaint.

Hong Jun had been in seclusion for a long time.

Ever since he came from Taiwei Yuan to raid and successfully escaped, Hong Jun had entered seclusion—and had not emerged since.

Then who was the “Hong Jun” at the Pan Tao Banquet?

Of course, it was Yang Mei in disguise.

Yang Mei and Hong Jun had known each other since the Chaos Era; impersonating Hong Jun was effortless.

Even Luo Hou, seated across from him, had not noticed.

When Xiang Xuanqing sensed something amiss, he merely assumed Yang Mei had vanished.

He never imagined it was Hong Jun who had truly disappeared!

“Has the old Daoist been hiding this long because his Lingbao was stolen and he’s sulking?”

Yang Mei paced back and forth before his hall, his gaze frequently fixed on the Honghuang direction.

He had tried to descend to the mortal realm several times—but held himself back each time.

Until he saw the Chaos Demons and Honghuang Sacred Ones fall one after another, and the battlefield’s core finally pushed to the foot of Mount Sumeru.

Until he saw the figure atop the River of Spacetime raise the Creation Axe.

Yang Mei could no longer hold back: “Old Daoist, aren’t we joining the battle?”

“Luo Hou has already set up the Zhuxianzhen for the second time—aren’t you worried the Order Demon will get there first?”

“Taiwei Yuan has already deployed the power of the Heavenly Dao!”

“Taiwei Tian Di himself is swinging his great axe!”

Huh~~

Whether it was Yang Mei’s words that roused Hong Jun—or whether Hong Jun simply emerged from seclusion—

A figure gradually appeared upon the empty meditation cushion.

“How is the battle going?” Hong Jun opened his eyes slowly, gazing at the figure above the River of Spacetime.

“Oh my, we’re the last ones left!”

Yang Mei was delighted, then urgently urged: “If you wait any longer, the Order Demon will be someone else’s meal!”

“If we don’t join this battle now, do you believe Taiwei Yuan will come back for a second raid?”

“Why the rush? It’s not over yet,” Hong Jun glanced at the battle within and beyond Honghuang, then rose slowly, gripping a bamboo staff. “Let’s go meet our old friends from the Chaos Era.”

“Ah, now that’s the spirit!”

Yang Mei Lao Zu beamed, brandished his fly-whisk, and swept it lightly, opening a passage through spacetime directly linked to Honghuang.

At the other end of the passage stood the Destruction Demon!

“Who?” The Destruction Demon sensed danger and froze with dread.

“Your undertaker!” A fly-whisk lashed out, unleashing boundless Daoic power, striking the Destruction Demon squarely on the back—skin split, flesh torn, true blood gushed forth.

The Destruction Demon erupted in rage.

“I know you’re eager, but don’t rush,” Yang Mei extended his palm, covering the heavens, merging with the sky.

“Hm?”

Before the Destruction Demon could react, BOOM—he felt his mind grow chaotic, his spirit sinking into stillness; his consciousness and body seemed severed from the material and spiritual realms, dragged into a mysterious, eerie other dimension.

“Wu Jian!”

As a former Space Demon, Yang Mei unleashed his signature divine art.

Here, suffering has no end, body has no end, time has no end, form has no end!

The Demon’s figure within Wu Jian began to twist and warp.

His body and consciousness seemed to pierce through the Sea of Suffering, enduring countless cycles of rebirth, on the verge of being transformed into some grotesque anomaly.

“I leave him to you.”

Hong Jun didn’t even glance at the Destruction Demon; he walked slowly toward Mount Sumeru.

“Oh dear, Ruyi, you stole the enemy from Wuji Dao Friend!” Nearby, in empty space, the Ginseng Fruit and Huang Zhongli sighed over the corpse of the Curse Demon.

Xi He, driving her chariot, held the reins and explained: “I saw him squatting silently in the shadows, completely black, not moving at all.”

“Clearly he was poisoned!”

Xi He didn’t blink as she lied: “I immediately moved to save him.”

“Too bad—this demon was poisoned too deeply.”

“The moment I tried to save him, he died.”

Xi He’s eyes were clear, her expression earnest—she truly felt innocent.

The two spirit roots were speechless.

“The mighty Curse Demon, who always struck from the shadows—today you saved him to death?” Huang Zhongli was astounded; how could a demon die so pathetically?

The Ginseng Fruit sighed to the heavens: “You saving someone is more terrifying than the Curse Demon casting a curse!”

“What do we do with this demon?” Xi He stared fixedly at the corpse, her face practically screaming “Divide the corpse!”

The Ginseng Fruit said: “Let’s split the Dao Fruit; give the corpse to Wuji Dao Friend.”

“After all, without their pursuit, we wouldn’t have gotten this loot.”

The Ginseng Fruit still believed the Curse Demon had been reduced to a dying state by Fu Xi, and Xi He had simply scavenged the remains.

“Hey, Dao Zu?” Huang Zhongli noticed Hong Jun strolling calmly through the battlefield.

The Ginseng Fruit and Xi He turned to look.

“You two carry on.”

Hong Jun strolled forward, then shook his sleeves, collecting the divine weapons and lingbao abandoned by the fallen gods and demons nearby.

Ginseng Fruit: “...”

Huang Zhongli and Xi He quickly lowered their heads: “We saw nothing.”

Beneath Mount Sumeru.

Thanks to Yuanchen Dao Jun blocking the Order Demon, Luo Hou had freed himself and once again surrounded Shenni, Xianggu, and the other Wu gods with the Zhuxianzhen .

Thanks to Yuchen Daojun blocking the Order Demon God, Luohou freed himself and used the Zhu Xian Array to once again surround Shen Ni, Xiang Gu, and the other Wu Gods like dumplings.

They dashed left and right, but could not break out in any direction.

“Stop wasting your strength—submit to death!”

Luo Hou, wielding the God-Slaying Spear, stepped into the great array and struck down Wu Luo first.

“Friend!”

Zhu Rong and Gong Gong’s eyes burned crimson; they charged together, unleashing merciless water and fire that blanketed heaven and earth, composing a song of water and flame.

Half of the Zhuxian Universe was deep blue, half crimson—this was the fusion of torrential floods and scorching fire seas, the devastating assault delivered by the two most ferocious Wu Gods of the Wu God Organization!

“You two, get down!”

The array diagram beneath Luo Hou’s feet pressed down, and the two Wu Gods crashed to the ground.

Countless beams of light surged from the Four Directional Sword Gates, suppressing them.

“Kill!”

Ju Mang swung his whip and charged, commanding all things under heaven and earth, his killing intent endless.

He raised his hand—spring wind stirred, gentle and soft, warm and soothing, winding and entwining like a resilient net, seeking to engulf Luo Hou.

“You too, die!”

Luo Hou’s gaze held not a trace of warmth; he controlled the Zhuxian Array Diagram and could appear anywhere within the array.

Puff!!

The God-Slaying Spear pierced through Ju Mang’s back.

Then Luo Hou kicked.

Bang!

Ju Mang was kicked into the Eastern Zhuxian Sword Gate.

Boom!!!

The heavens erupted in divine thunder.

“Hahaha, here comes action!” Lei Ze, the Great God, raised his sword and drove the Zhuxian Sword into Ju Mang’s third eye, then swung his colossal hammer—countless bolts of lightning danced like silver serpents, cascading from the Nine Heavens, crushing Ju Mang to death.

Outside, Fu Xi struck the Fate Demon God’s back with a hammer, felling him.

Just as he prepared to deliver another blow, he suddenly clutched his forehead and gasped: “Ssshh~”

“Big Brother Wuji, what’s wrong?”

Bai Ze panicked, “Wasn’t the Curse Demon God already killed by someone else? Could there still be residual curses?”

The two paused—a moment’s hesitation—and the Fate Demon God rolled aside, vanishing into the River of Time.

“I’m fine! I’m alright!” Fu Xi glanced toward Mount Sumeru, thought for a moment, then chose to pursue the Fate Demon God.

“Bai Ze, go collect the corpse of the Curse Demon God.”

“Yes!”

Where Fu Xi pointed, Bai Ze went—without hesitation.

“Friend, must you truly block me?”

The Great Cauldron of Order dominated the Central Heaven; the Order Demon God stood midair.

His form grew ever more colossal, vast as the heavens; in comparison, the black-robed Yu Chen Dao Jun appeared like an ant.

A cold gaze, an unfeeling judgment—this moment, the Order Demon God was the embodiment of law itself, truly looking down upon Yu Chen Dao Jun as if a god gazed upon ants.

“To challenge Order—you are destined to become dust in this great calamity!”

Yu Chen Dao Jun responded with a sneer.

He shook his head: “Friend, strike as you will—I’ll take it.”

“Good!”

His voice thundered.

A palm descended, as if heaven itself were collapsing.

The patterns within the colossal palm were forged from cosmic law; as it struck, it instantly swallowed billions of layers of space, the layered spatial forces so heavy they left all gods on the battlefield gasping for breath.

“Truly tyrannical!”

A light laugh echoed through the air; Yu Chen Dao Jun’s upright figure stood like a sharp blade.

He raised his hand.

Swordlight surged into the heavens, then split into one hundred twenty-nine thousand six hundred beams!

These sword beams linked together in groups of three, six, seven, nine, twelve—forming tiny arrays.

Countless tiny arrays combined into a grander, more terrifying sword array.

Finally, layer upon layer of sword arrays coalesced into one, resembling a vast, boundless universe, forming a terrifying array that spanned all ten directions.

Boom!

The array rotated, sword qi crisscrossed, swordlight opened and closed.

The Order World collided with the sword qi universe—space shattered, time froze, and the terrifying waves of slaughter radiated in all directions.

“Come out!!”

Taking advantage of the opening, the Order Demon God pulled Shen Ni and the others back out.

“Shen Ni, the tide has turned—go now!” The Order Demon God had noticed the old man scavenging “trash” on the battlefield.

“Got it!”

Shen Ni wasted no time and led the remaining Wu Gods into retreat.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

In the void, misty celestial vapor swirled, radiant light rose—two flawless white hands swiftly formed seals; boundless primordial laws flowed, gathered, and coalesced into a jade gourd.

“The Creation Gourd?” Shen Ni’s face changed.

“Go first!” Xiang Gu pushed Shen Ni aside, then suddenly raised his arm and swung his halberd upward with all his might.

Sssshhh!

The halberd tore through the veil of void—a long fissure opened in the sky, stretching endlessly, brilliant white light bursting across the cosmos, vast and terrifying, dimming heaven and earth.

Whoosh~

Cloud seas churned, creation mist swirled.

Brilliant divine light illuminated the sky—the rift sealed shut.

Boom! The jade gourd slowly rotated, its base upward, mouth downward, unleashing an infinite suction force; the heavens spun, a colossal vortex formed, seeking to absorb Xiang Gu and the others.

“Go!”

Winds and clouds stirred, thunder rumbled—the Order Demon God thrust forth the Order Cauldron.

On its surface, infinite order laws inscribed in chaotic Dao script blazed brilliantly.

As soon as it emerged, it governed the mysteries of heaven and earth, organized human order, and directly smashed the Creation Gourd aside.

Xiang Gu and the others instantly broke free.

“What a nuisance!”

Nu Wa muttered, flipped her sleeve—and also thrust forth a great cauldron.

This cauldron had three legs and two ears, flawless white, radiating a hazy glow of Creation divine light; the true essence of the Creation Dao flowed through the void, naturally perfect.

Boom!!!

The two cauldrons collided—countless rifts collapsed in the void.

“Cut!” Yu Chen Dao Jun struck again—swordlight blazed like a river of stars cascading down, like a billion lights bursting in the dark night!

The terrifying divine power froze time and space.

The Order Law Net was cleaved in half by this swordstroke—a crack stretched for billions upon billions of miles; boundless laws reversed, engulfing the Order Demon God.

“The Chapter of Heaven and Earth’s Order!”

The Order Demon God stood atop the cauldron, holding a book of Order that flipped open with a rustling sound.

Three thousand chains of Order law stretched across heaven and earth, binding the cosmos.

With a wave of his hand, the shattered, scattered laws severed by the Qingping Sword reassembled.

Countless laws, accompanied by clanging sounds, transformed into Order’s measuring ropes, lashing out in all directions, binding all phenomena!

“Friend, this Order Demon God is no ordinary foe—don’t hold back, attack together!”

Nu Wa gripped the handle of the Creation Jade Cauldron and swung it wildly, hammering the Order Demon God relentlessly.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Each collision was like two stars colliding in the boundless universe, spraying brilliant light.

This was not merely a clash of cauldrons—it was an intense confrontation between two utterly opposing Dao principles.

The power of Creation represented by the Creation Jade Cauldron was like the ever-renewing source of life in the universe, endlessly turning, embodying the Dao of creation and transformation of all things.

The power of Order upheld by the Order Demon God resembled the eternal, unchanging core of cosmic law—indestructible, symbolizing the ultimate of rules and order.

In these repeated collisions, Creation and Order clashed and countered each other, churning the surrounding space-time into chaos.

The laws of Dao itself seemed to waver under this immense force—flickering uncertainly, then stabilizing again, as if searching for a new balance within this struggle.

Yu Chen’s gaze flickered; after two breaths of hesitation, he joined the mob attack.

“Cut!”

The Qingping Sword in Yu Chen Dao Jun’s hand leapt upward, divine light like a ribbon, transforming into countless illusions, indistinct and elusive.

One sword struck, ten thousand swords followed.

The Sword of Severing Heaven was unstoppable; each move and posture unleashed endless slaughter, tearing space, disrupting time, shattering all cosmic mysteries and annihilating the Demon God’s myriad arts.

“Kill!!”

The Order Demon God’s roar echoed like a great bell through the turbulent spacetime, causing the souls of the Four Directions’ Demons to tremble, shrouding all heaven and earth in a chilling, deadly atmosphere.

The Order Demon God fought one against two, holding his ground without the slightest disadvantage.

“Truly extraordinary!”

Yuchen and Nv Wa exchanged a glance.

“Leave him to me. You two, go attend to other matters.”

He swung his staff, cleaving spacetime; chaos churned, the Boundless revealed itself, and laws rippled outward in concentric waves, then surged into gales and monstrous waves, erasing all things.

BOOM!

The Order Domain instantly loosened.

SNAP!

All phenomena sank into ruin—terrifying and horrifying!

Hong Jun’s bamboo staff struck directly upon the Order Demon God’s third eye.

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