The Eternal God Emperor and the Demon Ancestor

Chapter 56 The Yuanhui Conflict 4

In a stellar wasteland within the meteorite belt, chaotic currents surged, and shattered stars floated like grains of sand in the boundless, dark sky.

On the Hell Realm side, the elites of the three upper races and the powerful figures under the command of the Dark Temple all gathered together. There were tens of thousands of Great Saints in total. Their auras intertwined like a prison, and their holy might crushed a star river of 100,000 miles. They were like a Great Saint army that could sweep across a great realm. Their baleful aura soared to the nine heavens, causing the entire starry sky to freeze.

Facing them from afar were the allied forces of the northern universe of the Heavenly Court Realm, and the great saints of the Primordial Realm who had traveled from afar. The two armies clashed, their movements colliding across the void, causing invisible roars to erupt in the starry space. The void twisted, and chaotic currents of laws swept across the area, a great battle was about to break out.

In the center of the battlefield, in a desolate starry sky, Jiang Tianfang stood with his hands behind his back, his underworld robe fluttering in the wind. His gaze was indifferent as he extended a finger and gently pointed forward.

"Bang!"

A soft sound seemed to come from the depths of the netherworld. Wan Jun, the War Emperor of the Myriad Ruins Realm in the northern universe of the Heavenly Court Realm, who was originally the number one Great Sage of the Heavenly Court Realm, had his holy body, which had long been eroded by the power of curses and was as dry as a stick, instantly disintegrated into dust. Not even a trace of holy bone or a wisp of holy soul remained. He was blown away by the starry winds and completely annihilated between heaven and earth.

"Having cultivated the Bloodthirsty Curse to the eighth level... Emperor Wan Jun's death was not unjust."

Xuan Yunjun of the True Martial Realm's expression changed drastically, his heart filled with shock and fear. His gaze towards Jiang Tianfang was filled with apprehension and dread. Wan Jun Zhandi was the strongest among the Great Saints of the Northern Universe, with an incomparably powerful physical body and a holy soul as stable as a mountain. Yet, he was corroded by Jiang Tianfang's Blood Devouring Curse, causing his flesh and blood to dry up and his holy soul to be annihilated. He was defeated and died in such a tragic and humiliating way, without even lasting a day.

As the meteorite arrived at the Hell Realm's camp, within the divine tent where the Underworld Gods resided, the powerful Underworld beings burst into laughter upon witnessing this scene, their expressions filled with smugness and pride.

"Palace Master Wen, congratulations! The Underworld Palace has produced such a brilliant and outstanding young talent. Given time, our Underworld Clan will surely gain another new god!" The Underworld Clan's First War God, War God Underworld Venerable, spoke with a booming voice to the Underworld Palace Master Wen Zhiren beside him, his tone full of admiration.

Wen Zhiren smiled, stroked his beard and nodded, his eyes full of satisfaction: "Jiang Tianfang is a rare genius that my Underworld Clan has only seen once in ten thousand years. He has a solid foundation and is exceptionally talented. Within a hundred years, he will surely break through to become a god and ascend to the divine position! Speaking of which, I also have to benefit from the Lord of Underworld City. This boy is a direct descendant of Underworld City. His joining my Underworld Palace is also the Lord's profound intention."

As soon as the words fell, the faces of the Asura Clan's Shidra War God and other Asura powerhouses turned ashen. Seeing the high spirits of the Netherworld Clan's Boundless Realm experts, they secretly gritted their teeth, wishing that Jiang Tianfang would immediately suffer a major setback here, preferably dying directly on the battlefield of the meteorite belt, thus completely extinguishing all the Netherworld Clan's geniuses of this generation.

On the battlefield, Jiang Tianfang, having slain the War Emperor Wan Jun, remained indifferent, his hands behind his back. His tone was refined yet carried an arrogant disdain for the world as he slowly spoke, his voice resounding throughout the starry sky: "I never imagined that Xuan Yuan Wan Jun, hailed as the number one mortal in the Heavenly Court, would be so utterly vulnerable. It seems that among the Great Saints of the Heavenly Court's realms, only Xue Renxian is worthy of attention; the rest are nothing but chickens and dogs, not worth mentioning!"

"How dare this brat speak so arrogantly! Does he think that there is no one else in Heaven?"

With a furious roar, the Anjing King, the leading figure of the Imperial Great World and the Emperor Ancestor Divine Dynasty, was enraged. His holy power surged, and he was about to leap out to fight Jiang Tianfang to the death. However, as soon as he moved, he was held back by several veteran Great Saints beside him and could not move.

"Young Prince, you must not act rashly! Jiang Tianfang is a representative of the Yuanhui, possessing formidable combat power, far beyond our ability to contend with. Why risk your life for a moment of pride!"

Several elderly Great Saints turned pale with anxiety and held onto Prince Anjing tightly. This prince was the only son of a Great God Realm Emperor of the Imperial Ancestor Divine Dynasty, a descendant of the Imperial Ancestor Divine Lord, and of incomparably noble status. If he impulsively stepped forward to fight and perished at Jiang Tianfang's hands, they would have no way to explain themselves to the Imperial Ancestor Divine Lord when they returned.

Jiang Tianfang glanced sideways at the crowd of the Emperor Ancestor Divine Dynasty, a cold sneer curling at the corner of his lips. He sneered, "You have utterly disgraced the Emperor Ancestor Divine Lord today! You don't even have the courage to fight me. In this vast Northern Universe of the Heavenly Court, is Xuanyuan Wanjun the only one who dares to stand up and fight me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Tianfang's gaze sharpened like a sword, sweeping across the Great Saints of the Heavenly Court Alliance. Under his gaze, which was like a blade from the netherworld, all the Great Saints of the Heavenly Court trembled, lowered their heads, and dodged away. Not one of them dared to look him in the eye, and their aura plummeted to rock bottom.

Within the Primordial Realm camp, Huang Xianlu, witnessing this scene, gently shook his head, a bitter smile appearing on his face. He then stepped forward, his robes fluttering, standing beneath the starry sky. Raising his eyes to the arrogant Jiang Tianfang, he said in a deep voice, "Jiang Tianfang, you underestimate the heroes of the world far too much. I will be your opponent!"

Before he finished speaking, Huang Xianlu raised his hand and took out the supreme treasure, the Heavenly Chessboard.

On the chessboard, sacred patterns flowed, containing the ultimate principles of the universe. He leaped into the center of the battlefield, facing off against Jiang Tianfang from afar. His spiritual power and sacred might permeated his body, and he was ready to fight.

When Jiang Tianfang saw Huang Xianlu, he showed no surprise and spoke calmly: "Huang Xianlu of the Primordial World, you do have some courage. You led the cultivators of the Primordial World and killed more than a hundred Great Saints of the Dark Temple. The Four Absolutes of the Dark Temple, the Absolute of Strength and the Absolute of Technique, all perished at your hands. I have long wanted to see your supernatural abilities."

"Since that's the case, then let's make our move! I want to see which is superior, the chess-playing divine power of my Primordial World or the secret techniques and arts of my Underworld Palace!" Huang Xianlu shouted in a deep voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Xianlu flicked his finger, and the Heavenly Chessboard in his hand suddenly appeared, hovering above the starry sky, instantly transforming into a vast and boundless sea of ​​stars and chess pieces. On the chessboard, black and white pieces flew about, like thousands of stars in the universe arranged in a staggered pattern, containing the supreme power to change the world and predict the future, enveloping the entire battlefield.

Jiang Tianfang's eyes turned slightly cold as he took out a long, jet-black sword.

The sword was entwined with white bones, emanating a terrifying aura of the underworld and exuding a chilling curse. This was a supreme treasure of the Underworld Palace, named the "Amo Sword".

"Then I shall test your mettle!"

Jiang Tianfang's eyes flashed with murderous intent. With a flick of his wrist, the Amo Sword unleashed a slender yet terrifyingly powerful dark sword beam through the air. The sword beam was as thin as a hair, yet it seemed to pierce through countless ages, penetrate the void barrier, ignore all spatial distances, and carry an all-consuming killing intent, aiming straight for Huang Xianlu's head.

"Tactical chess pieces transformed into swords!"

Despite the danger, Huang Xianlu remained calm and flicked his finger. A star chess piece on the Heavenly Chessboard suddenly flashed with golden light and shot out, instantly transforming into a star sword. Carrying the radiance of countless stars, it crashed into the dark sword light.

"Ding~"

The sound of metal clashing resounded through the starry sky, and the Star Sword trembled violently, yet it still could not withstand the cursed sword intent of the Amo Sword.

Jiang Tianfang's eyes flashed with a fierce light as he unleashed a killing move: "Ancestor of the Underworld Gods, suppress heaven and earth; River of the Underworld, all living beings perish!" As the incantation fell, the starry sky for thousands of miles suddenly changed color.

A vast, winding Styx River stretched across the sky, its waters as black as ink. Corpses, souls, and vengeful spirits writhed and roared within its depths, their resentment reaching the heavens. At the same time, a towering phantom of the Netherworld Ancestor stood atop the Styx River, its body swirling with Netherworld energy, its power overwhelming through the ages. It was as if an unparalleled ruler had descended from the abyss of the underworld, directly suppressing the entire battlefield space, imprisoning all laws, and rendering Huang Xianlu unable to move.

The illusory figure of the Nether Ancestor, wielding the Amo Sword, thrust it forward. The sword intent was like a prison, devouring all living beings, as if to drag the entire world into the Netherworld, and slash down upon Huang Xianlu.

The void was completely frozen by the two Dharma forms of the Nether Ancestor and the Styx River. Huang Xianlu felt as if two ancient divine mountains weighing billions of pounds were pressing down on his head, his body stiffening and unable to move an inch. Faced with this deadly sword strike, he had no choice but to take it head-on!

"The game of chess is like the sea, life is like mist!"

Huang Xianlu roared and unleashed his full spiritual power, summoning his spiritual holy form.

Between heaven and earth, a towering, misty chessboard suddenly appeared. On the chessboard, the moves of the game evolved into the universe. Unlike the Qin, Shu, and Hua schools, Huang Xianlu was a Confucian master who had truly cultivated his spiritual power to the level of divine perfection and found the Confucian and Taoist path of "pacifying the world." His profound knowledge was unfathomable.

His hands flew, placing pieces like stars. Thousands of pieces from the Holy Spirit Chessboard burst forth, coalescing in front of him into a defensive wall spanning the starry sky, a formidable barrier intended to block the illusory sword strike of the Underworld Ancestor.

However, Jiang Tianfang activated the second volume of the Netherworld Book, causing his sword power to surge several times over. Within the sword energy, countless vengeful spirits howled and roared, their curses eroding everything. In the blink of an eye, the sword energy shattered the long wall of chess pieces, its momentum undiminished, and slammed fiercely onto the Heavenly Chessboard.

Huang Xianlu's body trembled violently, as if struck by a divine mountain, instantly retreating a thousand miles, holy blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. Jiang Tianfang's domineering and unparalleled Styx Sword Intent directly left a deep, dark sword mark on his spiritual holy image, and the power of curse eroded wildly along the sword mark, constantly disintegrating the foundation of his spiritual power.

"Sect Master Huang!"

Seeing this, the Great Sages of the Primordial Realm were heartbroken and extremely anxious. However, the Great Sages of the three races of the Hell Realm on the other side were already watching them intently, their auras locking onto the entire battlefield, preventing them from making any rash moves. They could only watch helplessly as the situation unfolded on the battlefield.

Huang Xianlu coughed violently a few times, his holy blood staining his clothes red. His gaze towards Jiang Tianfang was filled with solemnity: "Such powerful swordsmanship... I only knew that the Dark Temple had the Dark Divine Sword inheritance, but I never imagined that the Underworld Temple's swordsmanship inheritance would be so terrifying!"

He looked down at the terrifying sword mark on his sacred soul. The power of the curse was like a leech, constantly eating away at the origin of his soul. He couldn't help but feel powerless. Was this the difference between him and a Yuanhui-level representative?

Holding the Amo Sword, Jiang Tianfang stood proudly in the starry sky, full of vigor: "The world only knows the formidable reputation of the Dark God Sword, but they do not know that the swordsmanship of my Underworld Palace is ancient and in no way inferior to that of the Dark God Palace!"

"I have heard that you cultivators of the Primordial Realm practice the legendary Nameless Sword Manual of the Kunlun Realm. Back then, Kongchengzi used a single move of the Twenty-Two Swords to slay several powerful beings of the Boundless Realm from my Netherworld Clan, shaking the Netherworld Realm with his might. Today, I will defeat all the Great Saints who practice the Nameless Sword Manual here, to avenge the shame of that year!"

His bold words echoed throughout the asteroid belt!

Countless sword rules emerged around Jiang Tianfang, like countless holy swords reaching the heavens. He unleashed his Heavenly Sword Soul, merging it with the illusory image of the Nether Ancestor behind him. The domineering and unparalleled sword energy covered the entire starry sky, vast and mighty, suppressing all the Great Saints.

The sword saints of the Heavenly Court here, feeling the terrifying sword intent that was enough to kill even a peak saint, were all terrified and none of them dared to answer the call to fight.

In the True Martial Realm of the Northern Universe, there also exists an ancient and enduring sword-wielding tradition. However, its leader, Xuan Mingjun, is now deathly pale, huddled within his ranks, lacking even the courage to raise his head. He knows in his heart that the gap between himself and Jiang Tianfang is as vast as an insurmountable chasm. If he were to engage in battle, he would surely be killed by Jiang Tianfang. The fate of the Battle Emperor Wan Jun serves as a cautionary tale.

The people of the Primordial Realm were enraged. The dukes of the Tang Empire and the marquises of the Han Empire were all bloodthirsty, wishing they could rush forward immediately and tear Jiang Tianfang to pieces. However, the Underworld Palace and several top Great Saints from Tiannan had already locked onto them. After the three races of the Underworld joined forces with the Dark Temple, their strength far exceeded that of the Heavenly Court's allied forces. Even if they wanted to fight, they were powerless to change the situation.

"Huang Xianlu, I'll take your head first, then I'll behead Xue Renxian!"

On the battlefield, Jiang Tianfang was determined to kill. He raised the Amo Sword again, and the Styx Dharma Image behind him surged. The sword energy reversed the starry river. With one sword strike, the world changed color!

Huang Xianlu staggered, his sacred soul injured, unable to unleash his full power; he was no longer at his peak. Faced with the overwhelming sword energy and the power of the Styx River that arrived in an instant, he had no choice but to fight desperately!

He poured all his holy power into the Heavenly Chessboard, holding it up in front of him. His supreme holy might erupted, locked in a fierce stalemate with Jiang Tianfang's sword energy.

Seeing this, Jiang Tianfang's lips curled into a sinister smile as he silently chanted an incantation. He activated both the Bloodthirsty Curse and the Amo Curse simultaneously, unleashing the two most powerful curses in tandem.

The Bloodthirsty Curse devours flesh and life force, while the Amo Curse erodes the very essence of the sacred soul; both are supreme and extremely vicious curses of the Underworld Clan.

Caught off guard, Huang Xianlu was instantly invaded by two great curses. The rules of the Cursed Heavenly Dao and the Evil Nether Heavenly Dao were like a bone-deep ailment, frantically eroding his holy body and holy soul. In the blink of an eye, he was severely injured, his holy power was in chaos, and he was no longer able to support the Heavenly Chessboard. The stalemate was broken in an instant.

The light of Amo's sword was like a prison, shattering Huang Xianlu's defenses and carving a deep, bone-revealing wound on his holy body. Holy blood flowed out, gathering into a river and staining the entire starry sky red.

"Huang Xianlu, you've managed to withstand so many blows from me; you should be proud of yourself." Jiang Tianfang pressed on relentlessly, his tone icy. "You've fallen under my Amo curse, and now you can't even self-destruct your Sacred Source. Obediently let me devour you and forge the foundation for my godhood!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Tianfang activated the illusory image of the Nether Ancestor and unleashed the Devouring Heavenly Dao. In the void, an enormous black abyss suddenly appeared. Within the abyss, the power of devouring swept across the starry sky, attempting to directly absorb the critically injured and dying Huang Xianlu into it, devour and suppress him, and turn him into nourishment.

At this critical moment, a deafening Buddhist chant, carrying an immense and powerful yang energy, resounded throughout the battlefield: "Dragon and Elephant Annihilate the World!"

"Boom!"

A golden palm print, spanning tens of thousands of miles, swept across the starry sky. Within the palm print, true dragons roared, giant elephants stomped the heavens, and the supreme holy soul power of ten dragons and ten elephants was added to it. It was extremely yang and strong, like a great sun descending. Its yang energy was as vast as the ocean, and it fiercely suppressed Jiang Tianfang and the Devouring Abyss.

Jiang Tianfang's expression changed drastically, and his pupils contracted sharply!

He hurriedly summoned the illusory image of the Netherworld Ancestor and swung his sword wildly. However, the dragon-elephant palm print was filled with overwhelming yang energy, which restrained the power of the yin curse. In just an instant, it shattered the illusory image of the Netherworld Ancestor. The powerful backlash directly sent Jiang Tianfang flying back thousands of miles, his tiger's mouth split open, and the Amo Sword almost slipped from his hand.

In the starry sky, a figure wearing a yellow kasaya and a monk's hat slowly approached. His face was kind and his appearance was solemn. His whole body was bathed in Buddhist light. The one who came was the Xuan Gang Buddha Emperor of the Primordial World.

Xuan Gang Buddha Emperor clasped his hands together, bowed slightly to Huang Xianlu, and said in a compassionate voice, "Amitabha, Sect Master Huang, I am late and have put you in danger."