Chapter 639: Decisive Battle in Time and Space, the Truth of History

This divine sword, bearing countless sacrifices and wills, will never lose to any evil!

"Come!" Lin Xuan's voice was filled with determination.

"Let us end all of this!"

San Xian He Ti held the Heaven-Slaying Divine Sword high, and the ancient characters on the blade shone even brighter.

"Heaven-Slaying Divine Sword, shatter the firmament!"

The eight large characters moved like living things, radiating a light that suppressed all evil.

Two world-destroying powers confronted each other in the Void.

On one side was the Heaven-Slaying Divine Sword, bearing the will of justice.

On the other was the Mo Shen Zhen Shen, the ultimate form of the demon race.

Right and evil stood in opposition, never to coexist!

The entire Three Realms could feel the terror of this confrontation.

In the Heavenly Court, the remaining Immortal officials watched nervously.

On the land of the Human Realm, countless living beings knelt and prayed.

Even in the ruins of the Mo Jie, faint voices called out for the victory of justice.

"Justice must prevail!"

"Slay the Mozun!"

"Protect the Three Realms!"

Countless prayers gathered together, transforming into an invisible force that poured into the Heaven-Slaying Divine Sword.

The divine sword sensed these prayers, and the blade became even brighter.

The three heads of Nitian Mozun simultaneously revealed ferocious smiles.

"Prayers? Calls?"

"These are all useless! Before absolute power, everything is vanity!"

"I shall let you witness true despair!"

The Mo Shen Zhen Shen raised six demonic weapons, preparing to launch the final attack.

Six different powers began to converge on the demonic weapons.

Darkness, fire, ice, lightning, destruction, and devouring.

Six destructive powers were about to become one!

San Xian He Ti was also prepared.

The light on the Heaven-Slaying Divine Sword flared, and the blade became almost transparent.

Yet the power contained within that transparency was enough to sever heaven and earth!

"This is the final strike!" Nezha's voice was filled with determination.

The moment the Heaven-Slaying Divine Sword and the Mo Shen Zhen Shen were about to collide, the entire Void began to tremble violently.

Before the two world-destroying powers even touched, the surrounding space began to shatter.

"Slash!"

San Xian He Ti brandished the Heaven-Slaying Divine Sword, the sword light pouring down like a galaxy.

"Kill!"

The Mo Shen Zhen Shen swung its six arms in unison, the demonic weapons carrying the momentum of destruction.

"Boom!!!"

The sword light and the demonic weapons collided in the Void, erupting with an earth-shattering roar.

At the moment of impact, the Void shattered completely.

Countless black cracks spread like a spiderweb, tearing the entire sky into fragments.

But this was not the most terrifying part.

Deep within the shattered Void, a gray, hazy space appeared.

There was no heaven there, no earth, only endless gray mist.

"This is..." Lin Xuan said in shock.

"The Shikong Changhe!" Nezha's voice carried awe.

That was right; the power of their battle was too great, having already torn the boundaries of reality.

They had been swept into the Shikong Changhe!

In this gray space, time lost its meaning.

Past, present, and future were all mixed together.

Countless fragments of time floated like bubbles, each displaying different scenes.

San Xian He Ti and the Mo Shen Zhen Shen confronted each other in time and space, continuing their fierce battle.

The Heaven-Slaying Divine Sword cut through the gray mist, and wherever the sword light passed, the fragments of time gave way.

The Mo Shen Zhen Shen brandished its six demonic weapons, each strike shattering countless fragments of time.

"Haha! Fighting within the Shikong Changhe!" Nitian Mozun laughed wildly.

"I want to see how long you can hold out!"

His six arms attacked simultaneously, the demonic weapons raining down upon San Xian He Ti like a storm.

San Xian He Ti was fearless, the Heaven-Slaying Divine Sword swinging continuously.

Every sword strike accurately blocked the attacks of the demonic weapons.

Sword and demonic blade collided, sparks flying everywhere.

The sword and the magic spear collided, lightning and electricity dancing wildly.

The sword and the ice hammer struck each other, frost splashing about.

The two shuttled through space-time fragments, the battle becoming increasingly intense.

Suddenly, a space-time fragment drifted past from the side.

The fragment displayed the scene of Hun Dun at the time of the creation of the world.

A towering figure held a giant axe, in the midst of splitting open Hun Dun.

"That is Pangu Da Shen!" Zhang Wuji said, shocked.

"The scene of the creation of the world!"

Nitian Mozun saw this fragment, a trace of mockery flashing in his eyes.

"Do you see? It was this guy who ruined the peace of Hun Dun!"

"If he hadn't created the world, where would the strife of the Three Realms come from?"

But San Xian He Ti was not affected by his words.

Lin Xuan said calmly: "Without the creation of the world, there would be no living beings."

"Pangu Da Shen did it to allow all things to have space to survive!"

As he spoke, the Heaven-Executing Divine Sword continued its attack, completely undisturbed.

Another space-time fragment drifted by, displaying a scene of an ancient great war.

The gods fought in a chaotic battle, the earth shattered, and blood flowed like a river.

Countless powerhouses fell in the battle, the scene extremely heroic and tragic.

"Look! This is the justice you speak of!" Mozun pointed at the fragment and laughed loudly.

"The ancient gods slaughtered each other for power; where is there any justice to speak of?"

Nezha's voice came from within San Xian He Ti: "That was to prevent evil from spreading!"

"If we did not fight, evil would devour everything!"

The Heaven-Executing Divine Sword slashed out once more, the sword light cutting through space-time, pointing straight at Mozun's vital point.

Mo Shen Zhen Shen hurriedly used his magic shield to block, emitting a harsh, grating sound.

A third space-time fragment appeared, revealing the heroic spirit of the Investiture of the Gods period.

The Immortals of the Chan Sect and the Jie Sect slaughtered each other on the battlefield.

Everyone fought for their own beliefs, not regretting it even in death.

"Haha! Even fellow disciples are killing each other!"

Mozun roared triumphantly: "Is this your justice?"

"That is a difference in stance!" Zhang Wuji responded.

"But they were all fighting for the Dao in their hearts!"

"Unlike you, who only knows how to slaughter the innocent!"

The Heaven-Executing Divine Sword suddenly accelerated, the sword tip thrusting straight at Mozun's chest.

Mo Shen Zhen Shen hurriedly brandished his magic blade to block, but was still a step too slow.

"Puchi!"

The sword tip grazed Mozun's left arm, leaving a deep wound.

"Damn it!" Mozun roared in anger.

He swung his wolf-tooth club at San Xian He Ti, but it was easily blocked by the Heaven-Executing Divine Sword.

The battle continued in the Shikong Changhe, becoming more and more intense.

Every collision triggered space-time tremors, affecting the surrounding space-time fragments.

Some fragments were shattered, turning into stardust and dissipating.

Some fragments were cracked, the images becoming blurred and unclear.

"Do you see? This is the truth of history!"

Nitian Mozun laughed wildly, pointing to a new space-time fragment.

It showed the scene of the ancient great war of the gods.

In the image, the God race stopped at nothing to seize ruling power.

Deception, betrayal, massacre—every evil act was there.

"So-called justice is nothing but a lie written by the victors!"

Mozun's words carried a bewitching power, attempting to shake the beliefs of San Xian He Ti.

"History is written by the victors; of course they would beautify themselves!"

"In reality, there is no difference between the God race and the Demon race!"

"Both are beasts fighting for power!"

But San Xian He Ti did not waver in the slightest.

Lin Xuan's voice rang out firmly: "No matter what history is, we only know to protect the Three Realms of the present!"