Chapter 633: Decisive Battle in the Void, The Three Realms Tremble

Two forces capable of destroying the heavens and extinguishing the earth were rapidly approaching each other in the Void.

One was a giant figure burning with demonic fire, the other a warrior of light radiating holy radiance.

When they met above the Nine Heavens, the entire Three Realms felt that terrifying pressure.

"Take this!"

San Xian He Ti brandished the World-Ending Holy Sword and slashed toward Nitian Mozun.

The thousand-zhang-long blade carried the momentum of splitting the heavens and cleaving the earth; wherever it passed, even the Void was sliced open.

"Don't even think about it!"

Nitian Mozun transformed his hands into giant claws and reached directly for the blade.

His claws were covered in black dragon scales, each one as hard as a shield.

"Boom!"

The blade and the demonic claws collided, erupting with a thunderous sound that shook the Three Realms.

In an instant, the Void was torn apart.

Countless black spatial rifts appeared in the air, spreading out like a spiderweb.

These rifts were not ordinary damage, but a tearing of space-time itself.

Through the rifts, one could see the nothingness of Hun Dun, a place where even light could not exist.

The shockwave spread outward from the point of collision, affecting the entire Three Realms.

In the Heavenly Court, the Lingxiao Baodian of the Jade Emperor began to shake violently.

The newly repaired palace developed cracks once more, and countless immortal cranes fled in panic.

"This power... it's too terrifying!" Yudi gripped the armrests of his dragon throne tightly.

On the Human Realm, towering mountain peaks were shattered into powder.

Rivers changed course, the earth cracked, and countless cities trembled.

Even the Xuese Pingyuan of the Mo Jie showed dense, crisscrossing fissures.

"Scatter quickly!" Taixuan Laozu shouted, "Being too close will result in being caught by the shockwave!"

The Coalition Army hurriedly fled in all directions, distancing themselves from the center of the battle.

Xiao Yuan looked up at the sky nervously, her silver-white pupils flickering wildly.

But she discovered that her precognition ability appeared powerless in the face of a battle of this level.

The images of the future were chaotic and messy; it was impossible to see the outcome at all.

"Even I cannot see the ending..." Xiao Yuan muttered to herself.

The battle in the Void continued.

San Xian He Ti swung the sword again, this time aiming for the heart of Mozun.

The World-Ending Holy Sword carried the power of seven divine stones, and all the ancient Rune on the blade lit up.

"Slash!"

The sword light was like a pouring Milky Way, instantly cutting through the Void.

Nitian Mozun dared not take it head-on and flashed his figure to dodge the strike.

But the sword Qi still left a deep wound on his chest.

Black demonic blood spilled toward the earth like a waterfall.

"You actually managed to wound me!" Mozun looked at the wound on his chest in shock.

This was the first time he had been injured since his rebirth!

"This is only the beginning!" San Xian He Ti said coldly.

The consciousnesses of Lin Xuan and the other two were completely fused, their coordination incomparably tacit.

They launched another attack, the World-Ending Holy Sword slashing out in succession.

Every strike contained the power to destroy the heavens and extinguish the earth.

The sword light poured down like a waterfall, completely enveloping Mozun.

Nitian Mozun was forced to defend with all his might, his claws waving incessantly to block.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The sound of metal clashing was incessant, and sparks flew everywhere.

But flaws began to appear in Mozun's defense.

The attacks of the World-Ending Holy Sword were too fast and too dense; he gradually could not keep up with the rhythm.

"Puchi!"

Another streak of sword light swept past, leaving a deep wound on Mozun's left arm.

"Damn it!" Mozun roared in anger.

He knew that if this continued, he would surely be defeated, so he decided to stake everything on one throw.

"Since it has come to this, I will detonate my demonic core in advance!"

Nitian Mozun began to burn his demonic core frantically, preparing to self-destruct in the Void.

Even if it meant mutual destruction, he would drag his enemies down with him.

"No! He's going to self-destruct!" Zhang Wuji's voice was filled with urgency.

"Is there time to stop him?" Nezha asked.

Lin Xuan gritted his teeth and said, "Try it! A full-power strike!"

San Xian He Ti held the World-Ending Holy Sword high, beginning to condense the strongest attack.

The power of the seven divine stones all gathered at the tip of the sword, forming a brilliant point of light.

Although this point of light is small, the energy it contains is enough to destroy everything.

"This sword strike, sever the Lun Hui!"

The three shouted in unison and swung their strongest sword strike.

The sword light tore through the Void like lightning, pointing straight at the Mozun's demonic core.

Time seemed to stand still.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the final result.

This sword strike will determine the fate of the Three Realms!

Nitian Mozun looked at the incoming sword light, a flash of despair in his eyes.

He knew he could not dodge this sword strike.

But his demonic core was also about to explode.

In the Void, the World-Extinguishing Holy Sword and Nitian Mozun's demonic core reached their critical point at the same time.

The sword light was like a pouring galaxy, its power enough to sever the Lun Hui.

The demonic core burned to its limit, emitting an aura that could destroy the heavens and extinguish the earth.

Two forces were about to erupt simultaneously, and the entire Three Realms held its breath at this moment.

Time seemed to stand still.

Everyone knew that the coming collision would determine the fate of the Three Realms.

But at this hair-trigger moment, a bell sound suddenly came from deep within the Heavenly Court.

"Dang—dang—dang—"

This bell sound was ancient and sacred, containing the majesty of when the heavens and earth were first created.

Each toll shook the Three Realms, making the souls of all living beings tremble.

"This is..." Taixuan Laozu looked up at the sky in shock.

"God-Sealing Bell!" Surprise flashed in the eyes of Jiu You Bing Long, "This bell hasn't rung for ten thousand years!"

The God-Sealing Bell is one of the Heavenly Court's supreme treasures, and it only rings at critical moments of the Three Realms' survival.

The last time it rang was during the God-Sealing War.

In the Lingxiao Baodian, Jade Emperor bit his tongue and dripped golden essence blood onto the God-Sealing List.

"God-Sealing List, take my blood as the guide, activate the ultimate power!"

Yudi's voice was solemn and sacred, containing the majesty of the Heavenly Emperor.

The essence blood fell onto the God-Sealing List and was immediately absorbed completely.

Sensing the Heavenly Emperor's summons, the God-Sealing List began to tremble violently.

The densely packed names on the list began to glow, each name representing an Yingling.

"Boom!"

The God-Sealing List suddenly erupted with ten thousand zhang of golden light, illuminating the entire Heavenly Court.

Countless points of light flew out from the list, each point of light being the figure of an Yingling.

The first to appear was Xiao Yisheng.

This thousand-year-old elder wore white robes, held a medicine basket, and had a kind smile on his face.

He looked at the crowd on the Xuese Pingyuan and nodded gently in greeting.

"Grandpa Xiao!" Tears welled up in Xiao Yuan's eyes.

Although Xiao Yisheng had turned into an Yingling, he was still protecting the Three Realms.

Immediately after, more Yingling appeared.

The cultivators who died during their training in Kunlun Shan, they wore Daoist Robes of various colors and held Dharma Artifacts.

Although they had died, the flames of battle still burned in their eyes.

The Heavenly Soldiers and Generals who fell on various battlefields, they wore golden armor and held weapons.

Even after turning into Yingling, they still maintained the majesty of soldiers.

And all the Immortals and gods in history who died for justice.

Nezha's master Tai Yi Zhen Ren, Yang Jian's master Yu Ding Zhen Ren.

And many more heroes whom Lin Xuan and the others did not know, but who were equally great.

Tens of thousands of Yingling descended from the sky, scattering onto the Xuese Pingyuan like a meteor shower.

Each Yingling emitted a golden light, sacred and solemn.

"So many..." Nezha said in shock, "So many predecessors sacrificed themselves for the Three Realms."