Chapter 44: The Crumbling River of the Dead

The Yin-Yang universe, battlefield of gods and demons.

The torrent of cosmic laws collides, unleashing slaughter that shakes heaven and earth.

A tide of killing intent awakened a corpse.

“Hey? Wait, where the hell am I?!”

【Yun Zhong Jun】 Hong Yun shot upright in a flash of red clouds, feeling the searing pain across his body—he froze.

“This time, it’s a soul-possession descent?”

He lifted his head; in the boundless expanse of time and space, a scroll slowly unfurled—sun and moon rose eternally, radiating brilliance that illuminated the world.

Infinite killing intent descended, cosmic laws in utter chaos, making one’s scalp crawl.

“What are you standing around for?!”

Beside him, two other corpses sprang up, grabbing Hong Yun and sprinting away.

A figure in the spacetime glanced at them, a flicker of confusion in his eyes.

“Didn’t I just kill them?”

“They’re still alive?!”

Xiu Ming Tianjun was slightly surprised, yet remained calm.

Merely a divine general—a mere ant.

Since they barely survived, one more sword thrust will finish them.

Crack!

Swordlight surged to the heavens; a black rift in space appeared, unleashing overwhelming pressure that swept outward in all directions.

The void patterns shattered in all directions, plunging heaven and earth into darkness.

The entire being of the Nine Songs trio was engulfed beneath this divine might.

Their hearts trembled with fear.

They weren’t frightened—it was the reanimated corpses that were terrified.

This accelerated their flight.

“Xiu Ming, is it brave to bully the young ones?”

The Jin Que Tianjun of the Heavenly God Clan intervened in time.

A golden palace manifested in the void; the Tianjun raised his hand and sent the trio away.

Xiu Ming Tianjun, seeing Jin Que Tianjun, sneered: “In the boundless star-sea, white and black paths have always been dominated by the white.”

“Moreover, on the White-Black List, I am the Thirteenth White Path Tianjun.”

“You’re merely the Seventeenth Black Path Tianjun—how dare you act insolently before me?!”

Jin Que Tianjun spat immediately: “Stop showing off.”

“One hundred thousand years ago, you lot barely won the God-Demon War by luck—and were favored by the world’s destiny!”

“That’s why you’ve always oppressed the Black Path.”

“Now the great calamity reopens, Yin and Yang reversed—this is the time for white and black to swap places.”

“Kill you, and I’ll become the Thirteenth Black Path Tianjun!”

With that, Jin Que Tianjun spread his fingers, like the cosmos itself—within his palm, a river of stars hung inverted.

As he thrust his palm forward, the terrifying power made Xiu Ming Tianjun frown slightly.

“Interesting.”

Mocking words and belittlement didn’t mean he wouldn’t give his all.

On the other side.

The Wuchang squad also rose from their mountains of corpses and blood.

“Soul-possession?”

Li Ming was slightly surprised.

Soul-possession—even if dead, one could return to the Main Divine Palace.

A small cost could restore them fully.

“If something goes wrong, we should be able to save them completely.”

Li Ming’s heavy mood finally eased somewhat.

He sensed his current body—it was the corpse of a Tianjun.

Good—he knew arrays and cultivated sword Dao.

The Main God was being decent.

“First, find them.”

Li Ming scanned the God-Demon Battlefield with his divine sense and quickly located Xiang Xuanqing and others in another star region.

He even found the Nine Songs trio.

“They’re here too?”

As Li Ming healed the terrifying Dao wounds on his body, he recalled his own divine sword.

Too far away—he’d have to fight his way over.

Li Ming rose, and the cosmos trembled.

“You faked your death?!”

In the boundless spacetime, the master of the Sun-Moon Dao Scroll was stunned.

Li Ming instantly slipped into character.

He smiled gracefully: “Thanks to you, I shattered the boundary between life and death.”

His white robe gleamed like snow, his sword like light, draped in flawless radiance, treading void as if it were solid ground.

“Then I’ll kill you again!” The Tianjun roared in fury; the Dao Scroll filled heaven, overwhelming killing intent surged like a tidal wave.

Li Ming smiled calmly, thrusting one sword—like the Big Dipper of Heaven, like mysterious stars, boundless brilliant light stirred all eight directions.

“Wu Liang Tai Hua!”

Every White Path Tianjun across the star realms rejoiced.

"Wu Liang, the Dao friend, has risen from death—he has broken through mid-battle!"

“Graceful! Still so graceful!!”

“Every time I see it, that sword strike feels so elegant!”

"As Wu Liang, the Dao friend, says, being cool is a lifelong pursuit!"

“Exactly right! Our White Path Tianjun should be just like this.”

This brilliant swordlight illuminated the entire God-Demon Battlefield.

Xiang Xuanqing and the others naturally saw it.

"Dao friend Li is still quite reliable!"

Xiang Xuanqing smiled, his mourning staff never pausing, striking everywhere!

Each strike brought forth wails.

“Oh my! It hurts so much!”

“Wahhh, Mama, I want to go home.”

“So painful, my heart aches—I remember my homeland, my lost youth.”

“Stop hitting me, aaaaah!”

Around Xiang Xuanqing on this battlefield, divine soldiers and generals lay on the ground, weeping uncontrollably, crying for their mothers and fathers.

The mourning staff doesn’t kill.

But the sorrow and pain it evokes make life unbearable.

“Good thing I prepared—copied over the mourning staff and soul-hook. Otherwise, this would’ve been a mess.”

As Xiang Xuanqing spoke, he swung another brutal strike.

A divine general in the void collapsed on command.

“Oh my Mama!”

The divine general, who hadn’t felt sorrow in thousands of years, remembered his mother—he wept uncontrollably.

“Hey you, can you write? Write four characters on my hat.”

“After you finish, I’ll let you go.”

Xiang Xuanqing sat atop a five-colored lion, still dressed in white robe and white hat.

Only the four characters “One Glimpse Brings Wealth” were gone.

Yet both enemies and allies nearby had been indiscriminately struck by his mourning staff.

Either sitting on the ground weeping pitifully, or lying in the starry void, utterly heartbroken.

Who had the energy to write for him?

“Ming He, fetch a few unlucky souls—we need to prepare our gear.”

【Hei Wu Chang】 Ming He held the soul-hook, his face terrifyingly black.

At this moment, hundreds upon thousands of living beings knelt at Ming He’s feet.

“Your Excellency, please have mercy on me.”

A seductive flower spirit, eyes brimming with longing, writhed her body as she crawled toward Ming He.

“Your Excellency, step on me—step on me hard!”

A giant ape rolled on the ground, its gaze toward Huang Quan filled with madness, as if desire had devoured its reason.

“My Lord, hehe, My Lord...”

The burly divine general clutched his divine spear and cast flirtatious glances at Huang Quan, half-shy, half-obsessed.

“You wretches, get away! My Lord is mine!”

“This is the star sand My Lord just stepped on—let me lick it! Let me lick it!”

“Slurp slurp...”

More and more living beings panted heavily, their faces flushed with pathological ruddiness, uttering perverted remarks as they slowly edged closer to Huang Quan.

Witnessing the scene before him, Huang Quan’s entire worldview was violently shaken.

His hands trembled.

His face had turned as dark as it could possibly be.

“Get away! Get away from me!”

Step back.

Step back.

Retreat in panic!

“Xiang Xuanqing!”

“What kind of spiritual treasure did you forge?!”

“Explain this to me clearly!”

Huang Quan nearly fled, rushing toward Xiang Xuanqing, utterly shattered:

“Why is the hook on this Soul-Grabbing Chain the hook meaning ‘to seduce’?!”

“Huh?!”

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