Chapter 447: The Fury of the Other Shore

Feng Caichen sheathed his sword and stood, his gaze calmly sweeping over where Xue Jianchen and Lei Yuhuang had vanished, as if he had merely brushed away a speck of dust from his shoulder.

Facing two opponents alone, his sword cleaved the two great Top-tier Monsters, yet he remained untouched, his aura steady as before.

This feat, this elegance, shocked every being who witnessed the scene!

After a brief Dead Silence, even more fierce cheers and awe erupted like a volcano!

"Heaven... Heavenly Sword! Lord Feng is the Sword Emperor incarnate!!"

"Did you see? Xue Jianchen and Lei Yuhuang teamed up, yet Lord Feng cut them all down! That's the gap! Worlds apart!"

"One sword! Just one sword! That was Xue Jianchen's desperate forbidden art and Lei Yuhuang's deathblow! And that's... it?"

"Truly the first Top-tier Monster of the Eternal Forbidden Zone's Ancient Sword Tomb! The Supreme being who ranked first in the Sword Son Trial Fault Line! Among today's young generation of Zhutian Wanjie, on the path of the sword, Lord Feng is second—who dares claim first?!"

"Lord Ye steadies the universe, Lord Feng's sword shines across Zhutian! The Great Thousand Divine Universe's Twin Holy Sons, unrivaled through the ages! In Nine Heavens Ten Lands, with these two, what cause for worry? What fear of the Other Shore?!"

"Sky-Pillar! This is the true Sky-Pillar!"

The Nine Heavens Living Beings were beyond excited; Ye Wuque's victory uplifted them, and Feng Caichen's clean, decisive, overwhelmingly dominant sword slash of the twin monsters sparked from their hearts a soul‑deep worship and frenzy!

Ye Wuque and Feng Caichen, one hard one gentle, one strength one sword, standing side by side, are the firmest backbone and brightest stars of the young generation of Nine Heavens Ten Lands!

Feng Caichen's brilliant victory was like the final straw that broke the camel, completely crushing the fighting spirit of the remaining Other Shore Beings.

"Roar! Corpse Demon escapes into Void!"

Shi Litian, locked in fierce battle with Ao Tianyin, saw Ye Junlin fall and Xue Jianchen suppressed; his mind already in panic, now feeling the tide has turned.

He suddenly spewed a gush of essence‑blood rich with the Primordial Corpse Dao, turning into a foul Blood Mist that temporarily repelled Ao Tianyin's Golden Dragon Fist, while his hands hammered his own chest, severing several ribs infused with his own Corpse Qi!

At this cost, his surrounding Corpse Qi suddenly became ethereal and fleeting; his whole form turned into a barely‑there gray corpse‑shadow, speed soaring, he ripped free from Ao Tianyin's Dragon Might lock, fled head‑first into the distant Void, vanishing in an instant, leaving only foul fragments of bone and lingering Corpse Qi.

"Hmph! You got away fast!"

Ao Tianyin retracted his fist, a hint of regret flashing in his Golden Dragon Pupils, but he did not pursue.

He knew Shi Litian had severed his own source, his wounds severe, and for now not a concern.

He turned his head toward Ye Wuque, then glanced at Feng Caichen, a delighted smile spreading across his dragon face.

On the other side, Ming Jiuhuang, who had fought Lord Goshu to darkness, also showed a drastic change in complexion.

His strength and Lord Goshu's were neck‑and‑neck, hard to tell who was stronger, but now his mind was in chaos.

The Hell‑Suppressing Underworld King Body's operation showed a hint of sluggishness; Lord Goshu seized the chance, slashing his shoulder, nearly cutting off an arm!

"Underworld King Blood Escape!"

Ming Jiuhuang let out a wretched hum, his eyes flashing with ferocity and resolve.

He thrust a fist into his own chest, forcing out a drop of ink‑black essence‑blood radiating the Underworld King's majesty; the blood ignited instantly, turning into a massive, eerie nether force that enveloped his body!

Using this power, he withstood Lord Goshu's second follow‑up slash; a huge wound gaped open on his back, exposing bone, Underworld King blood sprayed, yet he rode the impact, flung backward faster than before, becoming a mournful black Dark Blood flash that vanished instantly into the deep Void, his aura swiftly fading away.

"Spit! Dog of a bereaved family!"

Lord Goshu sheathed his blade and stood, not pursuing.

He knew Ming Jiuhuang's price was comparable to Shi Litian's; that chest essence‑blood is the core of the Hell‑Suppressing Underworld King Body—burning even a drop would damage the foundation, requiring decades or centuries of arduous cultivation to recover.

He looked toward Feng Caichen, his eyes full of awe and respect.

And the battlefield of Ning Wushuang and Gui Qianmo held no suspense in its outcome.

Gui Qianmo, already suppressed by Ning Wushuang's Destruction Divine Eye and myriad mystic arts, upon sensing Ye Junlin and Xue Jianchen's successive falls, and Shi Litian and Ming Jiuhuang's frantic retreat, had his already enraged mind completely collapse!

"Ning Wushuang! This hatred will not be shared with the heavens! One day I will repay a hundredfold!"

Gui Qianmo let out an extremely poisonous shriek, then violently tore off a terrifying necklace of nine Gray White skulls seemingly forged from living beings' bones around his neck.

He spat a gush of essence‑blood onto the necklace; the nine skulls instantly ignited with grim green ghost‑flame!

"Nine Nether Ghost Travel Talisman!"

The skull necklace blazed brilliantly, forming a swirling ghost‑fire vortex that instantly sucked the gravely wounded Gui Qianmo inside!

The next instant, the ghost‑fire vortex exploded, a barely‑visible Gray line shooting through the Void at a speed beyond divine perception, vanishing without a trace.

Only a few shards of black robes stained with Destruction power and Gui Qianmo's lingering hateful echo remained.

Ning Wushuang stood with hands behind his back, his Destruction Divine Eye sweeping the direction of Gui Qianmo's disappearance, without pursuit.

That skull necklace is an extremely rare spatial‑vanishing artifact; a one‑time activation with huge cost, but its escape speed is tremendous, making it untrackable.

His aura gradually steadied, his hemp robe untouched by dust, clearly the recent fight had not drained much of his strength.

As Gui Qianmo vanished, the remaining Other Shore Heavenly Prides completely lost their backbone, panicking; some tried to flee, others stubbornly held their ground, but under the rainbow‑like morale of the Nine Heavens Living Beings' encirclement, they were swiftly crushed, suffering heavy casualties, only a few extremely lucky or possessing special survival methods managing to escape by chance.

Thus, atop Tongtian Peak, this world‑shaking clash sparked by the Other Shore World's Burial Heaven Plan, which involved many beings, concluded with a resounding victory for the Nine Heavens Ten Lands camp!

The Other Shore World's top young monsters—Ye Junlin, Xue Jianchen fallen, Shi Litian, Ming Jiuhuang, Gui Qianmo severely wounded and fled—suffered massive loss of forces under their command.

On the Nine Heavens Ten Lands side, though there were casualties, the core forces—Ye Wuque, Feng Caichen, Lord Goshu, Ao Tianyin—stood unshaken, morale soaring!

"We won! We won!"

"The Other Shore's plot has collapsed!"

"Ye Saint Son! Holy Son Feng! Lord Goshu! Lord Ao! Fortified!"

The cheers rang through the clouds, the post‑catastrophe joy and victorious spirit stirring within every Nine Heavens Living Being's heart.

……

And just as the battle at Tongtian Peak drew to a close and the victorious cheers echoed along the Ultimate Main Road, deep within the Other Shore World—far away, almost unknowable, shrouded by Eternal Darkness and Dead Silence—a terrifying storm sweeping the entire world was brewing to erupt!

Boom—!!!

The first to erupt was a terrifying cold hum that seemed to spring from the world's Primordial, bearing endless majesty and a thunderous rage!

That sound resonated directly in the deepest souls of the countless Other Shore Beings; regardless of cultivation level, regardless of where they are, they can hear it clearly, and their spirit shivers!

The terrifying, world‑shaking pressure swept across every inch of the Other Shore World like a tide; countless mountains and rivers shattered, great rivers reversed, and the stars quivered!

Deep within the Night Clan, a figure so ancient it defies imagination was utterly enraged by Ye Junlin's fall!

"Our clan's Qilin Child… was even broken by the hand of the Nine Heavens' snail ants… Good! Very good!"

The voice was ice‑cold to the bone, containing a murderous intent that could destroy heaven and earth, causing the temperature of the Eternal Night Star Domain where the Night Clan's Ancestral Land lies to drop sharply, and the light of billions of stars dimmed by three parts.

Immediately after, in the Night Clan's most central Forbidden Land, atop a towering black Altar that seemed to float at the edge of the Space‑Time River and was forged entirely from a material called Myriad Tribulations Dark Star Iron, an anomaly suddenly arose!

At the center of the Altar, where there had been nothing, space‑time began to twist violently and collapse.

It seemed as if an indescribable colossal entity was trying to force its way back from the far side of space‑time, the end of Reincarnation!

A towering silhouette, blurred to the extreme yet radiating a terrifying aura like the end of Darkness of All Heavens, began to slowly coalesce and flicker within the twisted space‑time!

Even though only its outline was visible, the silhouette caused the Night Clan elders guarding the Altar to change complexion dramatically, feeling a supreme pressure and summons emanating from the depths of their bloodlines and souls!

"Yongye Zunzhu, my lord!"

"It is the aura of Yongye Zunzhu!"

A Night Clan great being clad in an ancient night robe, whose aura was as deep as the sea, suddenly knelt to the ground, their voice trembling with excitement.

"Lord... were you actually startled by Junlin's fall, and now will manifest and return from the depths of the Space‑Time River?"

"Indeed! Junlin is the heir personally chosen by the Lord, bearing the hope of our clan's future; now that he has fallen, how could the Lord not be angry?!"