Chapter 142: Slay Immortal Sword Formation Appears, Stone King Hongjun

The moment the Dragon Stele fell, the entire void was shrouded by an invisible qi mechanism, and the void directly collapsed into nothingness.

Hongjun felt his whole body sink, as if an entire world were pressing down on him, and his bones kept groaning.

At the same time, his spiritual sense trembled violently, giving him the illusion that he had been chosen by fate, unable to escape or resist.

"This is the power of fate!"

This thought arose in his mind, a strong sense of danger surfaced, and Hongjun had no time to think further; he instinctively used the divine ability he was most skilled at.

His hands moved slightly, forming an extremely profound seal, as if invoking some supreme, mighty power.

In an instant, the starry sky trembled, the universe wailed, and Hongjun seemed to become an ancient, vast city that had endured countless calamities without decay, exuding an ancient, mysterious aura of vicissitude.

Boom

The next moment, the seal in Hongjun's hand directly collided with the ancient, heavy Dragon Stele, and an unimaginable roaring sound erupted.

Crack crack

Countless great rifts in the void appeared, spreading who knows how many hundreds of thousands of miles, boundless Chaos Qi surged, and the entire extradimensional void seemed on the verge of collapse.

An aura of doom, as if the world were ending, permeated the whole Longevity Realm, causing all living beings to be terrified.

Whoosh

A powerful surge swept across heaven and earth, and a figure instantly flew backward—it was Fengyi.

The Chaos Green Lotus swayed continuously, Chaos Divine Light suffused the air, as if harmonizing with some special cosmic rule, helping him block the power of Hongjun's mysterious seal.

At the same moment he flew backward, hexagram after hexagram appeared in his eyes, containing the principle of the Yi Dao of the Heavenly Mechanism Great Expansion; he exerted himself to comprehend the qi of that mysterious seal just now, and various insights arose in his mind.

Within that seal faintly lay a trace of a secret surpassing the Primordial God—it was information belonging to the Stone Person King!

On the other side, Hongjun glanced at the figure opposite, whose aura showed little change, and subconsciously fixed his gaze on the green lotus emanating Chaos Divine Light; his eyes revealed a hint of doubt and suspicion.

"Stone Person King, Lotus King—no, that's not right."

He shook his head to dispel a certain thought, looked at the figure opposite, and suddenly a strong sense of unease arose in his heart.

"No, this Fuxi is strange."

The moment this thought arose in his mind, Hongjun's aura shifted slightly; his whole body turned into a streak of purple qi, tore open the void, and was about to flee into Chaos.

Although Fuxi's cultivation had not yet returned to the Primordial God Realm, his battle power was strangely already on par with a Primordial God, and he also possessed a mysterious Green Lotus Divine Weapon for protection.

Hongjun clearly realized that he probably could not slay him today.

If so, he also did not wish to continue entangling himself further.

As for those two extraterrestrial Primordial Gods, he didn't give them much thought, since he himself was not from another world.

It would be best if those two extraterrestrial Primordial Gods fell here; perhaps that would alarm the other world and summon its true experts.

"Hehe."

Just then, a light laugh suddenly sounded in Hongjun's ear: "Hongjun, you want to leave now—isn't it too late?"

"Clang!"

The moment the words fell, a sword cry that shook the universe of time and space rang out, boundless killing intent swept across heaven and earth, causing even Hongjun, a Primordial God, to instinctively shudder in his heart.

The next moment, the extradimensional void grew hazy, as if opening gate after gate of hidden space in special dimensions; four immense swords, as tall as heavenly pillars, emerged from those hidden dimensions, countless sword patterns flowed in the void, connecting to the four swords, forming a sword formation that radiated endless killing intent.

"Slay Immortal Sword Formation!"

Hongjun let out a cry of astonishment, the familiar yet unfamiliar green‑clad figure standing in the sword formation reflected in his eyes, and he uttered in disbelief: "Tongtian"

Before his words had even faded, he violently shook his head and instinctively said:

"Impossible?"

"How could Tongtian possibly be this strong?"

"Who exactly are you?"

As a Primordial God born from a wisp of the Stone Person King's divine will combined with the extraterrestrial trial of beings' thoughts, he could even be considered one of the hosts of that trial back then; Hongjun had absolute control over the other false gods and knew exactly what they were like.

Otherwise, he would not have directly become the teacher of the Three Pure Ones and been honored as the Ancestor of the Immortal Dao.

Therefore, although it was just a glance, Hongjun immediately realized that the green‑clad figure before him, who looked very similar to Tongtian Jiaozhu, could absolutely not be his so‑called 'good disciple'.

However, seeing that the surroundings resembled the Slay Immortal Sword Formation but were a supreme killing array thousands of times more terrifying than the original, Hongjun's heart filled with endless bewilderment.

How could this green‑clad figure be so similar to his own disciple Tongtian?

"He is Tongtian Jiaozhu."

Fengyi's feet shifted slightly; the Chaos Green Lotus at his side swayed, scattering specks of Chaos Divine Light, like an innate divine sage walking through Chaos, and he smiled, saying: "Of course, he also has another title now—you can call him Lingbao Tianzun!"

"Clang!"

The moment Fengyi's voice fell, the aura of Tongtian Jiaozhu standing atop the sword formation shifted slightly; behind him, clear treasure light rose high, as if he had become the embodiment of the Way of Termination, and the entire sword‑formation world was suffused with a dread‑inducing destructive aura.

"Lingbao Tianzun."

He softly uttered these four words, and Hongjun's heart suddenly trembled; he felt a pang of alarm from deep within, as if this title contained an unimaginable great terror.

After a long while, he finally snapped back to his senses, only feeling his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

"No, things are getting stranger and stranger—I can't stay here any longer!"

The moment that thought settled in his mind, Hongjun ruthlessly cut off his unease and said coldly: "You think adding Tongtian, that rebellious disciple, can keep me? Ridiculous—today I will show you the true power of the Ancestor of the Mystic Gate!"

The moment his words fell, Hongjun's hands suddenly formed a profound Dao seal, and a pure qi appeared before him, like the foundation of the Mystic Gate, the source of the Immortal Dao.

This is the great divine ability he derived as the Ancestor of False Gods born from beings' thoughts, having stolen the cognition of the Mystic Gate Ancestor from those thoughts—Mystic Gate One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones.

"Hum"

The next moment, that pure qi split directly into three, forming three figures with distinct auras, one of which matched the aura of Tongtian Jiaozhu atop the sword formation exactly.

"Go!"

Gazing at the three figures before him, Hongjun let out a low shout.

In an instant, the three figures seemed to be endowed with spirit, truly coming to life, just as the Three Pure Ones from beings' thoughts leapt from illusion into reality and rushed toward Fengyi.

Meanwhile, Hongjun had no intention of continuing his attack; instead, he directly formed the Stone King Seal, invoked some supreme, mighty power, and hurled it at the sword formation before him, hoping to break through the formation and leave this place.

"Heh, comparing avatars?"

On the other side, at the moment Hongjun unleashed the Profound Gate's One Qi transforming into the Three Pure Ones, Fengyi's eyes showed a faint smile, his aura shifted slightly, and his hands swiftly traced a profound trajectory.

In the next instant, countless black and white light points appeared within his body, and he seemed to become a shifting, endless, self-circulating river of fate, an embodiment of the principle of the Dao of Changes.

Ten towering, lofty figures emerged from his body, as if spanning past and future; each aura differed, yet all sprang from the same source.

Boom—boom—boom

Fengyi's ten manifested figures directly clashed with Hongjun's three manifested purifications, as if the ten sovereigns of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors were battling the Three Pure Ones.

The sword formation world continually emitted fierce roars, yet the formation constituted its own heaven and earth, aligning with some great force of the vast cosmos, absorbing the ancient, enduring qi between heaven and earth, unusually stable, wiping out all aftermath.

On the other side, the Stone King Seal just condensed in Hongjun's hand, and the world before him blurred, as if a phantom door had opened.

Fengyi's figure appeared directly, and he smashed the Fuxi Dragon Stele toward Hongjun.

At this moment, eight phenomena flowed around him, secretly harmonizing with the fundamental law of all things in the universe, drawing forth myriad mighty forces between heaven and earth.

Boom

The Fuxi Dragon Stele again transformed into a mountain shape, as if supporting Mount Buzhou that upholds all realms; at the moment it fell, Hongjun's mind shuddered slightly, and he instinctively raised his seal to meet it.

In an instant, a tremendous roar sounded, and terrifying ripples swept outward from their collision, reducing everything around to nothing.

However, the next moment, Tongtian Jiaozhu standing atop the sword formation flickered his gaze, and the four heavenly swords in the world let out a clear sword cry, restoring the sword formation world to wholeness.

Boom—boom—boom

Fengyi paid no heed to the sword formation's state, instead directly engaging Hongjun in battle.

As their figures intertwined, it was as if two worlds collided, causing the entire sword formation to continually cycle between destruction and rebirth.

After an unknown time, following another collision, Fengyi's eyes suddenly darkened, and faintly within them four differently colored sword qi intertwined, evolving into the scene of the great cosmos' final annihilation, harboring a heart‑pounding qi.

Just then, the Slay Immortal Sword Formation seemed to have absorbed enough of some qi between heaven and earth, suddenly contracted, and merged entirely with Fengyi's person.

In an instant, sword patterns appeared upon his Four Poles Secret Realm, the innate four phases intertwined at his sides, the four sacred spirit beasts danced behind him, taking his body as the formation, as if he himself were a complete Slay Immortal Sword Formation, drawing the power of the entire formation onto himself.

"Not good!"

At the moment Fengyi underwent change, Hongjun's spiritual sense went berserk with warning, an unprecedented sense of crisis welled up in his heart, making his whole body tremble uncontrollably.

Almost instinctively, he transformed into a gigantic Taiji diagram, constantly rotating, like the manifestation of the Dao, emanating a mysterious and unfathomable qi.

Clang

The next moment, four‑colored sword light flowed in Fengyi's hand, coalescing into an illusory longsword that he slashed straight at the Taiji diagram ahead.

The four colors intertwined, forming a dim, obscure sword glow that seemed unremarkable yet contained a sword capable of ending all epochs of the myriad worlds—a cosmic‑ending blade.

As the sword light appeared, the Realm of Longevity instantly dimmed, as if in an instant it had reached its end, arriving at doom.

Upon the Continent of Longevity, all beings felt their hearts seize, as if their souls plunged into extinction, instantly losing the ability to think.

The sword soundlessly fell, the Taiji diagram shuddered, instantly dimmed, and began to turn into streaks of spiritual light, about to dissipate between heaven and earth.

But just then, a divine weapon shaped like a tortoise‑shell book appeared—Fengyi's natal artifact, the River Chart and Luo Book—transforming instantly into a vast Yin‑Yang Bagua diagram that swallowed the fading Taiji diagram.

Within the Luo Book World, countless images flowed like an evolving world, with figures rising and falling, each occupying a realm of its own.

Just then, a mysterious, inscrutable Taiji diagram appeared, surrounded by vast purple qi, directly transforming into an old man in Daoist robes—none other than Hongjun.

In the outside world, Fengyi reached out, and the River Chart and Luo Book fell into his hand.

Sensing the figures within the Luo Book World, a hint of satisfaction appeared in his eyes.

With the Stone King's divine thought fused with the false god Hongjun born from countless hearts' thoughts in his grasp, he might thereby discern a trace of the Stone King's secret.

More importantly, through the transformations of Tongtian Jiaozhu and Amitabha Buddha, Fengyi faintly realized that status and title, to some extent, are also a special kind of power.

Perhaps the name Hongjun itself holds many special aspects, and Fengyi also wished to study it at this opportunity.

His thoughts turned, but just then his mind shuddered slightly, an inexpressible sense of crisis rose in his heart, and his spiritual sense went berserk with warning.

Without the slightest hesitation, Feng Yi directly circulated his profound skill, his mind and spirit instinctively connecting with Fuxi's zither, drawing the power of fate onto himself.

In the next moment, Fuxi's zither appeared directly above his head, countless black-and-white points of light appeared, yin-yang lines continuously arranged, forming various primordial trigrams, concealing his heavenly secrets and fate.

The Four Sacred Spirit Beasts flew and danced behind him, the powers of the four phases intersected, the Chaos Azure Lotus swayed continuously, shedding streams of Chaos divine light, helping to block some kind of scrutiny.

Pfft!

After an unknown amount of time, a resonant hum sounded, and Feng Yi spat out a mouthful of blood, his gaze instantly dimming.

However, although blood lingered at the corner of his mouth, his face showed a hint of relaxation, and he let out a slight sigh.

After a moment, Feng Yi raised his head to look toward the vague place beyond the void, and thought to himself:

'Is it Shi Wang Hongjun?'

(End of Chapter)