Chapter 687: Desperate Counterattack, the Sect's Ultimate Treasure

"Tens of thousands of years... I have finally seen the light of day again..."

The voice of the Yuan Gu Moshen echoed in everyone's heart, carrying endless resentment and killing intent.

"Creator God... your Seal has finally been broken after all..."

"This time, I will make the entire world pay the price for this!"

The Yuan Gu Moshen's massive hands gripped the edge of the deep pit tightly and began to climb upward.

With every exertion, its fingernails embedded deeply into the hard rock, leaving deep claw marks.

"Boom—!"

The entire dead volcano was shaking violently, as if it would collapse completely at any moment.

Countless spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the ground, and these cracks expanded rapidly, some even reaching depths of several tens of meters.

From deep within the earth, crimson magma began to surge out, turning the entire underground palace into a true purgatory.

The scorching temperature caused the air to distort, and the robes of many cultivators began to smoke.

The head of the Yuan Gu Moshen slowly emerged from the deep pit, and everyone gasped in cold air.

It was an extremely terrifying face.

There was no skin covering it; one could only see blood-red muscle fibers and stark white bones.

The muscles were constantly writhing, as if countless insects were crawling within them.

Two clusters of green flames burned in the eye sockets; there were no eyeballs, only leaping ghost fires.

This green flame contained endless evil and resentment; anyone who met its gaze would feel their soul trembling.

The most terrifying part was its mouth; when opened, one could see it filled with teeth as sharp as a Dagger.

These teeth were layered and stacked, numbering in the hundreds, and every single one shimmered with a cold light.

"Is... is this the true face of the Yuan Gu Moshen?" Zhang Wuji said with a trembling voice.

Just by taking one look, he felt his stomach churn, and he almost vomited.

The Yuan Gu Moshen slowly turned its head, its green-flamed gaze sweeping over the crowd.

When this gaze fell upon the cultivators, it immediately produced a terrifying effect.

Several disciples with lower cultivation levels had their eyes roll back, and they fainted to the ground.

Three more cultivators at the Foundation Establishment Stage could not withstand this pressure, bled from their seven orifices, and died on the spot.

"Retreat! All cultivators below the Foundation Establishment Stage, evacuate immediately!" Xuantianzi shouted.

But it was already too late; the pressure of the Yuan Gu Moshen swept over like a tidal wave.

Several more cultivators lost consciousness under this terrifying mental assault.

The only ones left standing were the Core disciples and Elders of the major sects.

"Tens of thousands of years... finally, I smell the scent of life again..."

The Yuan Gu Moshen spoke, its voice like metal grinding, harsh and terrifying.

"These weak insects are just right to serve as my first delicious meal after rebirth."

It extended a thick finger and flicked it lightly.

A black energy wave shot toward the nearest cultivator.

That cultivator had no time to dodge and was instantly struck in the chest.

Their body began to rot rapidly, and in just a few seconds, they turned into a skeleton.

Xuantianzi knew he could not wait any longer.

If the Yuan Gu Moshen were allowed to climb completely out of the deep pit, everyone present would die without a burial place.

"Everyone, obey my command!" he shouted sternly.

"Use all your strength to attack the Yuan Gu Moshen; we must not let it break free completely!"

"This is our last chance!"

As he spoke, Xuantianzi took a golden Talisman Paper from his bosom.

This Talisman Paper radiated terrifying lightning power; just holding it in his hand caused the surrounding air to begin discharging electricity.

"Taiyi Divine Thunder Talisman!"

This was the supreme treasure passed down by the Tianmen for thousands of years, with power enough to destroy the heavens and extinguish the earth.

Successive Sect Masters had been reluctant to use it, regarding it as the sect's ultimate treasure.

But now, the moment of life and death had arrived; if it were not used now, there would never be another chance.

Jian Wuchen also gritted his teeth and took out an ancient-looking Long Sword.

This sword was completely different from ordinary weapons; the blade was densely covered with ancient Runes.

Every Rune radiated a sharp sword intent, as if it could cut through the Void.

"Immortal-Slaying Sword!"

The ultimate treasure of the Heavenly Sword Sect, legend has it that it once slew a true Immortal.

The Runes on the sword recorded the sword intent of the Heavenly Sword Sect's successive Sword Saints, and its power was infinite.

Wuyuanzi went even further and began to burn his own life essence.

His hair instantly turned gray, and wrinkles appeared on his face.

But at the same time, the Five Elements Power on his body reached an unprecedented intensity.

"Five Elements Annihilation Array!"

Five different colored rays of light surged from his body, forming a massive pentagram array in the air.

This was a forbidden technique of the Five Elements Sect, requiring the burning of the caster's life to release.

Once used, the caster would surely die.

Abbot Fahui pressed his palms together, and countless phantoms of Buddhas began to emerge behind him.

These phantoms were large and small, male and female, all manifestations of the willpower of the past high monks of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple.

"Ten Thousand Buddhas Pilgrimage!"

The highest Buddhist dharma of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, it requires burning the Practitioner's entire cultivation base to unleash.

After casting it, the Practitioner will completely lose their cultivation base and become an ordinary person.

But its power is also at a world-destroying level.

Seeing the Sect Leaders of the major sects bring out their sect-protecting treasures, the other cultivators also unleashed their own signature skills.

Although their power could not compare to the sect-protecting treasures, gathered together, they were still a force not to be underestimated.

Nezha gripped his Fire-Tipped Spear tightly, and the tip of the spear ignited with an unprecedented blaze.

Zhang Wuji also raised the Heaven-Reliant Sword, its blade radiating cold light in all directions.

Although they did not have sect-protecting treasures, their will was by no means inferior to anyone else's.

Lin Xuan felt everyone's determination, and the Genesis Bloodline within his body throbbed violently once more.

The life essence left behind by his master, Hunyuanzi, was fully activated, merging perfectly with the power of his bloodline.

A golden light erupted from within his body, shooting into the sky, more dazzling than at any time before.

"Genesis Bloodline, fully awaken!"

Lin Xuan's voice echoed throughout the entire underground palace, filled with sacred majesty.

The Demon God sensed the threat contained within these attacks, and a trace of apprehension flashed in its green, fiery eyes.

Although its strength far exceeded everyone present, if these attacks were to land on it simultaneously, they could indeed cause it harm.

"Stupid insects, daring to threaten the great me!"

The Demon God let out a heaven-shaking roar, the sound waves spreading outward like a physical force.

The surrounding space developed fine cracks because of this roar, as if a mirror were about to shatter.

Many cultivators were shaken by this roar until blood bled from their seven orifices, and they nearly fainted.

"Attack!" Xuantianzi struck first.

The Taiyi Divine Thunder Talisman burned, transforming into a thick golden pillar of thunder that struck directly at the Demon God.

Jian Wuchen brandished the Immortal-Slashing Sword, and ten thousand zhang of sword light poured down like a reversed galaxy.

Wuyuanzi's Five Elements Annihilation Array was fully activated, the five-colored light converging into a force of destruction.

Abbot Fahui's Ten Thousand Buddhas Pilgrimage unfolded, and countless Buddha phantoms struck out with their palms simultaneously.

Lin Xuan's light of genesis shot into the sky, a golden pillar of light aiming straight for the Demon God's face.

All the attacks erupted at the same instant, and the entire underground space was illuminated by light of various colors.

This was the concentrated display of the most peak power in the world of cultivation, with power sufficient to destroy everything.