[Fantasy Martial Arts] The Legend of the Evil God (Complete) - Chapter 37

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Chapter Three: The battle on one side of the Blazing Sun

had ended, but the battle on the other side was just beginning.

The Lord of Floating Destiny was not entirely unmoved by the tragic deaths of his fellow disciples and juniors, but constrained by the situation, he dared not even show his grief. The enemy before him was a top-tier expert no less powerful than the "Peerless Evil God," and even the slightest flaw could lead to his immediate defeat.

After a series of probing exchanges, the appetizer of the battle between the two ultimate experts was over; now the main event was about to begin…

A bright red, scorching fireball appeared in Emperor Shitian's palm. As the Nine Yang Qi continuously flowed into it, the fireball's color slowly changed from red to purple, then to deep blue, then transformed into a ball of white light, and finally, as if by magic, vanished from Emperor Shitian's hand.

However, a master like the Lord of Floating Ocean understood that the fireball's disappearance wasn't because Emperor Shitian had suppressed his fiery energy, but because his cultivation had reached the highest level of fire-based martial arts—…the Formless Fire!

The formless and shapeless fire energy, combined with the scalding heat of boiling iron and gold, its destructive power might even surpass the Eternal Sword of the Six Paths Saint Emperor.

The Lord of Floating Ocean had absolutely no confidence in his ability to withstand the attack.

But some battles in life must be faced even when victory is assured.

"Hmm…it seems you understand the secret of my Formless Fire…" Emperor Shitian's lips curled into a sharp, enigmatic smile.

"The 'Great Brahma Heart Method,' hailed as unbreakable under heaven, clashes with my 'Nine Suns Formless Technique,' which transcends the ultimate realm. The strongest spear against the strongest shield—who will emerge victorious? I'm sure you, Holy Lord, are quite interested to know..."

Expressing his pent-up emotions with passionate words, Emperor Shitian raised his hand, and an immense heat suddenly erupted in the air. The water vapor within a ten-foot radius evaporated instantly, and the most intense flames since the start of the battle swept towards the Lord of Floating and Sinking.

"Oh! The Flame of No Form? I didn't expect Indra to be hiding this trump card. It seems he didn't go all out in our last battle... You two old foxes who like to hide your strength, let you fight to the death!"

Ni Tianxie crossed his arms, his now silver pupils gleaming with a dangerous, cold light. Although his presence was enough to tip the scales of victory in one direction, for now, he only wanted to be a fisherman watching the clam and clam fight.

"Since the Heavenly King is pressing me so hard, I have no choice but to risk my life to accompany him." "

The expected moment finally arrived. Although not a single flame could be seen, the Lord of Floating and Sinking knew that the surroundings had actually become a sea of flames. The evidence was the rapidly rising temperature, almost making one suspect that the sun had fallen to earth!

—Indeed powerful. In this way, I can no longer hold back…

The Lord of Floating and Sinking finally resolved to go all out. As his power reached its peak, holy light surrounded him, and the surrounding air seemed to stop flowing. His feet slowly lifted off the ground and floated up.

"Great Brahma Dharma—Mahayana Emptiness!" Suddenly, Di

Shitian felt an unusual fluctuation in the space. His fiery energy seemed to be swallowed by the infinitely vast void. No! It wasn't so much swallowing as it was as if the Lord of Floating and Sinking and he had suddenly become people from two different worlds. Although the distance between them was so close, the "distance" Di Shitian felt was incredibly vast.

It was like the romance described in a third-rate romance novel, now truly unfolding between two ultimate masters in a decisive battle.

Di Shitian frowned, raising his level to the "Manas Consciousness" realm. His divine sense swiftly entered the void space, analyzing with lightning speed the "ambush" the Lord of Floating and Sinking had laid in the void. He then coldly said, "So that's how it is..."

"Not only can it shrink a ten-foot space into an inch, but it can also shrink an inch into a ten-foot space... Is this the true essence of the Great Brahma Dharma...?"

Pulling things from far to near, and from near to far, distance

and near are merely a thought away. This method of manipulating space through "domains" is the "Manas Consciousness" comprehended by the Lord of Floating and Sinking. Even if Indra's "Nine Yang Ultimate" can melt iron and gold, it cannot dissolve the endless void that is both near and far, free and unchanging. —Old Donkey's "Great Brahma Heart Method" indeed has its unique aspects. If it were me, I'm afraid only the last two moves of the Sword of Eternity could possibly break his Brahma Space! Indra, let me see your abilities!

Ni Tianxie crossed his arms, his cold eyes flashing with evil... A strange light emanated from him, his body brimming with murderous intent, yet reason still prevailed over his frenzied fighting spirit.

This was by no means an easy task for the current "Peerless Evil God."

The feelings of onlookers were not a consideration for the two masters engaged in fierce combat.

Although he couldn't yet devise a strategy to break through his opponent's defenses, Di Shitian didn't believe he had any reason to lose. Strengths and weaknesses cannot coexist. While the Great Brahma Space was impeccable in defense, it didn't guarantee perfection in offense. Moreover, in terms of destructive power, no other martial art in the world could surpass his "Nine Yang Ultimate"!

As Di Shitian's power continued to increase, the surrounding air crackled and popped—the sound of microorganisms invisible to the naked eye being burned by his blazing sun energy! Under the firelight, the "Heavenly King's" majestic face didn't appear particularly ferocious or terrifying; instead, it exuded an indescribable, otherworldly majesty.

It was like the sun god descending to earth, radiating infinite light and majesty.

"I refuse to believe that the Great Brahma Space is unbreakable!" "

Emperor Shitian decided to change tactics, abandoning long-range attacks. He shifted his position to appear before the Lord of Floating Destiny, compressing and condensing the power of the Nine Yangs into his palm. Suddenly, an immense heat erupted, and intense flames surged forth, tearing through the sky to strike the enemy.

A sorrowful yet resolute glint flashed in the Lord of Floating Destiny's eyes. The tragic deaths of Wangwo and Ziying had finally ignited the true fury of this leading figure of Buddhism. He resolved to hold nothing back, sweeping out a palm strike with unpredictable, ever-changing movements, like a gazelle leaping across the sky. Emperor Shitian even felt the entire space being stirred by this palm strike, preventing his fiery blade from striking.

'Take this move from me too, Heavenly King!'" The Lord of Floating

and Sinking took a deep breath and unleashed a palm strike as light and graceful as a dancer's movements. Seemingly effortless, it controlled the balance of Yin and Yang, its long, continuous flow of true energy like a surging wave of the Yangtze River. Even Emperor Shitian's "Undying Body of Light," whose cultivation had reached its peak, could barely withstand it.

"Wow!"

The battle took an unexpected turn. Unexpectedly, in the fight between the "Great Sun Heavenly King" and the "Lord of Floating and Sinking," it was Emperor Shitian's side that was first injured and coughed up blood!

However, the injured party and the onlookers almost simultaneously revealed a sly, triumphant smile.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, Emperor Shitian swiftly grabbed the wrist of the Lord of Floating Dust.

"Got it..." Even

at the cost of enduring the Lord of Floating Dust's attack, he was determined to seize a part of his body, aiming to seal off the Lord of Floating Dust's "Great Brahma Space" in an environment where there was no way to dodge or exert force! Although it was an old and rusty self

-inflicted injury tactic, as long as it succeeded, it was a good plan. The Lord of Floating Dust finally realized Emperor Shitian's trick, but it was too late. His wrist went numb, and an extremely powerful force violently shook his internal organs, almost making his blood boil.

Before the Lord of Floating Dust could even catch his breath, the second wave of blazing sun fire energy had already penetrated him. The instant the two blazing sun energies collided, the enormous energy within his body was compressed again, and the energy reaction, after being compressed and then multiplied, caused this force to erupt outwards, and the first to bear the brunt was the Lord of Floating Dust himself!

The Lord of Floating Abyss's ordeal was far from over. After the second Yang, the third Yang followed immediately. With each additional burst of fiery energy entering his body, a violent energy explosion caused devastating damage to the Lord of Floating Abyss's meridians. Each burst of power increased several times over. By the time the blazing Yang energy reached the fifth Yang, the Lord of Floating Abyss was already drenched in cold sweat, blood was flowing from his tiger's mouth, and his wrist was trembling violently. He seemed on the verge of collapse.

"Heh... Since I mastered the 'Nine Yang Ultimate Shock,' you are the first person fortunate enough to test your skills on me. You must try your best to hold on and not disappoint me too quickly!"

Facing Emperor Shitian's smug mockery, the Lord of Floating Abyss had no time to reply. He knew that his internal organs were burning, and if he didn't find a way to escape this predicament immediately, he would likely be blown to pieces! The Lord of Floating and Sinking closed his eyes, emptying his mind and body, and murmured, "Form is emptiness, emptiness is form, form and emptiness are the lotus flower..."

As the sixth Yang—seventh Yang—Emperor Shitian sent out the eighth blazing Yang energy, he suddenly felt that the Lord of Floating and Sinking's body had transformed into a void, vast and powerless, the blazing flames all sent into emptiness,

unable to exert any of their intended destructive power. The Lord of Floating and Sinking's body suddenly seemed like a canvas spreading out, gradually "thinning," even Emperor Shitian's tightly clenched hand slowly becoming "empty," until all the tangible energy returned to complete nothingness, as if the Lord of Floating and Sinking had suddenly evaporated from the world!

"To be able to exert 'nothingness' to such a thorough degree..."

The Heavenly Demon was moved, uttering a rare exclamation of admiration. Only a master like the Lord of Floating and Sinking, who had completely comprehended the realm of "emptiness," could have miraculously escaped from a near-death situation.

"Very good. As an opponent personally chosen by this king, this is the minimum standard to be worthy of respect!"

The lavish praise for their enemy perhaps reflects the confidence "Great Sun Heavenly King" and "Peerless Evil God" have in themselves, as well as their respect for their opponent. In other words, for martial artists at their level, enemies are inherently harder to find than friends.

Ten feet away from Emperor Shitian, the Holy Body of the Lord of Floating and Sinking reappeared from the void, his pale face as if he had just recovered from a serious illness. A strong wave of dizziness washed over him, almost causing him to vomit in front of his enemy. The process of returning from "nothingness" to "something" is not as easy as it appears to outsiders. It's like dismantling a person into thousands of puzzle pieces and then piecing them back together in the blink of an eye—an incredibly difficult task.

Only in this way could he escape Emperor Shitian's "Nine Yang Ultimate Shock," otherwise, he would have been blasted to smithereens before even reaching the ninth yang.

"This isn't even your trump card! Let me see what other tricks you have up your sleeve!"

Emperor Shitian's fighting spirit was at its peak. He streaked through space like a fireball, as if he were a high-speed boulder from outer space. With the most ferocious force, his palms unleashed countless streams of fiery heat, enveloping the Lord of Floating and Sinking.

"Obtain the law, forget the law... Be completely selfless... Reach the ultimate emptiness and guard stillness..."

The Lord of Floating and Sinking's eyes were half-closed, embracing the primordial unity, regarding external things as nothing, until Emperor Shitian's pair of fiery palms, capable of moving mountains and filling seas, came crashing down.

"Emptiness is form!"

The fiery blade slash, carrying twelve-tenths of Emperor Shitian's power, was something even the "Peerless Evil God" Ni Tianxie wouldn't dare to recklessly meet. Even the "Sword Emperor and Blade King" could only temporarily parry its edge. However, only the Lord of Floating and Sinking, one of the "Four Great Generals," could not meet it head-on, but he could deflect it.

The instant their palms clashed, the immense power of the Nine Yang Blazing Blade seemed to strike the void itself. The internal force it emitted was like being lost in a fog, bewildered and helpless. It was precisely the Lord of Floating and Sinking who, with his supremely soft strength that could not sink even a feather, enveloped the Nine Yang Blazing Force, using himself as a medium to return the Great Dao to the void.

Using softness to overcome hardness sounds simple, but how could the ultimate strength and intensity of the "Nine Yang Ultimate" be easily neutralized? The Lord of Floating and Sinking exhausted all his life's learning, and could only barely neutralize 70% of the Blazing Force. He had to endure the remaining 30% with his own body. In that instant, he almost doubted that what flowed through his body was no longer blood, but flames!

Just as the Lord of Floating and Sinking was enduring the agony of being burned alive, Emperor Shitian was also secretly amazed by his opponent's exquisite technique of deflecting the force. The resilience of the "Great Brahma Method" was still beyond his expectations, but the stronger the opponent, the higher Emperor Shitian's fighting spirit became!

Simply taking hits or deflecting the force wouldn't defeat Di Shitian, so the Lord of Floating Abyss, having healed his injuries and gathered his strength, finally launched a counterattack.

—Tsunami!

The Lord of Floating Abyss's palm strike gave Di Shitian the feeling of an oncoming tsunami, radiating a vast and majestic aura of majesty and holiness. Water counters fire; the "sea force" emanating from the opponent was precisely the nemesis of his "fire force."

Since the start of the battle, the Lord of Floating Abyss had given the impression of being as still as a virgin, but unexpectedly, once he launched a counterattack, he moved like a tiger, his momentum like a tsunami! Caught off

guard, Di Shitian was swept away and entangled by the Lord of Floating Abyss's holy energy, instantly forming an extremely powerful vortex that trapped him within. Then, countless forces within erupted simultaneously, forming a massive, surging force. Di Shitian, caught in the vortex, was like a small boat, being battered and tossed about.

Di Shitian silently circulated his vital energy, preparing to ignite his body's fire with his inner flame and attempt a counterattack using "Nine Yangs Return to One." Suddenly, a white light flashed before his eyes, and the Lord of Floating and Sinking pointed a finger at him. Di Shitian roared, "Well done!" He also threw a punch, the force of which seemed to shift the heavens and earth, directly colliding with the Lord of Floating and Sinking's extremely gentle finger strike. Then, both of them were shaken.

"Boom!"

The deafening roar shook the heavens and the earth. The two masters were sent flying back like cannonballs, leaving two trails of blood in their wake, and a deep crater where they had stood was formed.

—The battle was almost over.

As if to confirm the thoughts in Ni Tianxie's heart, after the two masters separated by their clash, they did not rush to recover their energy and heal their injuries, but instead circulated their inner energy, raising their power to a higher level, intending to use this strike to determine the victor!

"Hah!"

Di Shitian's eyes shone brightly, his fists clenched together and pointed to the sky. The Nine Yangs merged into one, generating an inexhaustible stream of extremely powerful Heaven-Burning True Fire, instantly causing the earth to crack and rocks to fly! Nine white, blazing fireballs swirled around him, their power truly earth-shattering and awe-inspiring!

"Om!"

The Lord of Floating Abyss pointed one finger to the sky and the other to the earth, a white beam of light shooting forth from his body, piercing through heaven and earth. Unlike the domineering and powerful Indra, the area enveloped by this white light subtly possessed a kingly guiding force, rejecting the existence of any other power and obeying only the Lord of Floating Abyss's command!

The Lord of Floating Abyss and the Great Sun King symbolized the clash between the two extreme forces of "benevolent rule" and "tyrannical rule"!

"Nine Yangs Return to One!"

Indra suddenly opened his clenched fists, blazing light emanating from his fingertips, like the rising sun. The nine fireballs that had surrounded him, as if drawn by an unknown force, vied for control, plunging into the blazing sunlight emanating from his palms, instantly doubling their power to their limits in an almost impossible situation!

"Who controls destiny!"

The Lord of Destiny's eyes were tightly closed, yet a faint, gentle smile graced his face, as if everything in reality was within him and moved according to his will.

The white holy light suddenly dissipated, like birds returning to their nests, vanishing instantly into his body.

"Let's settle this!"

Emperor Shitian pushed forward with both hands, sending the raging fireball of Nine Yangs Returning to One forth, the powerful force forcing him to slam back with his earth-shattering shovel!

"Amitabha!"

The Lord of Destiny uttered a Buddhist chant, faintly carrying an eternal quality, as if piercing the very source of the universe. A white light suddenly sprang from behind his head, like a celestial being descending from the heavens, shooting towards the fireball!

The two infinitely powerful forces finally clashed head-on!

Chapter Four: Shifting Stars and Reversing Fate

"Boom!"

The white light and the fireball collided in the void directly between the two figures, gathering the essence of the Lord of Floating and Sinking and Emperor Shitian respectively. Instead of the expected explosion, they seemed to resist and repel each other, emitting a series of ear-piercing, heart-pounding noises in the air. Then, like two yin-yang symbols, they rotated and mixed, creating ripples on their surface, growing, expanding, and enlarging at an astonishing speed!

"Sun and moon, water and fire, hardness and softness—truly the two most extreme representatives among the four great generals… It's a pity, Emperor Shitian, the battle you painstakingly orchestrated will only result in a less-than-glorious victory…"

Ni Tianxie crossed his arms, his body faintly shrouded in purple light, muttering casually, as if he had already foreseen the outcome of the contest.

The red and white mixed light waves expanded and grew into a terrifying behemoth tens of feet in diameter; anything brushed against its edge was instantly reduced to nothingness.

"Heavenly Dao Sacred Armor!"

Ni Tianxie understood that the energy within the sphere of light combined the strengths of Emperor Shitian and the Lord of Floating and Sinking—it was no joke. He immediately unleashed the full power of the "Heavenly Dao Sacred Armor," and the expanding sphere of light simultaneously enveloped him. In the direct clash of these two earth-shattering forces, this once tranquil and solemn Buddhist holy land had been transformed into a living hell!

"Boom boom boom boom boom!"

After a long while, the sphere of light finally slowly disappeared, and the once idyllic paradise, filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers, had become a barren wasteland! Where the two had stood, a deep pit, over ten zhang in diameter, had been formed. In the wisps of smoke, the two figures could be vaguely seen facing each other, one expressionless, the other gritting his teeth. After the wind suddenly stopped, the earth fell silent. The battle between the "Great Sun Heavenly King" and the "Lord of Floating and Sinking" had finally come to a conclusion.

The Lord of Floating and Sinking, with his dignified and immaculate appearance, stood there.

The Great Sun Heavenly King, his clothes tattered, his expression ferocious.

"Damn it... old monk..."

Indra spat out a mouthful of blood with each word he spoke, his venomous eyes fixed on the Lord of Floating and Sinking, as if he wanted to cut him apart with his gaze.

"So you were already exhausted before you even fought me... Lord of Floating and Sinking! You have utterly disgraced this sacred battle!"

The Lord of Floating and Sinking revealed a smile reminiscent of Buddha's teachings, saying, "The torch is passed on

when the flame is exhausted; this is the natural order of the world. If this causes the Heavenly King any regret, I have no choice but to accept it..." As he spoke, a corner of the Lord of Floating and Sinking's robe suddenly turned to ashes, vanishing without a trace with a gust of wind. The area of ash rapidly expanded, and in the blink of an eye, his lower body had vanished. His remaining upper body, like a reflection in a thick layer of ash, became blurry and unreal.

Emperor Shitian's "Nine Yangs Return to One," a fiery force surpassing the ultimate, completely shattered his protective aura, melting and evaporating his bones, flesh, and even blood, hence the strange phenomenon of "vaporization."

But what angered Emperor Shitian was not the victory itself, but the ultimate... In the instant their realms clashed, the former was shocked to discover that the Lord of Floating Dust's power was far lower than he had imagined! It was only half of what it had been at the start of the battle. The Heavenly Palace Lord, whose wisdom was no less than his martial prowess, quickly grasped the reason: unless the Lord of Floating Dust had initially used "Brahma's Annihilation" to forcefully boost his power against him, only to be exhausted in the final strike and revert to his original state. The problem was, as one of the "Four Great Generals," he shouldn't be so weak.

There were only two possibilities.

First, the Lord of Floating Dust was already injured before the final battle; second, before Emperor Shitian arrived, the Lord of Floating Dust had already significantly depleted his power for some reason.

If it was the first possibility, it wouldn't have escaped Emperor Shitian's discerning eye at the very beginning of the battle. Therefore, only the second possibility remained…

Ni Tianxie revealed a look of sudden realization, raising an eyebrow and saying, "You old monk!" "You knew that you couldn't escape your fate today, so you used the 'Star Transference' technique to transfer your general's star and half of your power to someone else, so let me guess... it must be your beloved disciple—'Guanyin Tiannu, Fanxin Di'?"

The gradually transparent body of the Lord of Floating Sinks appeared somber because of Ni Tianxie's words, and his helpless tone couldn't hide his vague astonishment.

"Peerless Evil God... truly unparalleled in wisdom..."

Ni Tianxie laughed: "I dare not, old monk, you are indeed a Buddha with a Buddha's mouth and a Buddha's heart, willing to sacrifice yourself to save your beloved disciple's life, or is there some other unspeakable affection between you and your disciple..."

"Regarding this, please forgive me for not being able to tell you..."

In his last moments before parting, he displayed rare humor, and there was not a trace of regret or fear on the Lord of Floating Sinks' face. The torch was passed on, and he had only completed his last task in the mortal world.

Although the old Lord of Floating Sinks was dead, the new Lord of Floating Sinks was reborn, and he still preserved the last ray of holy light and hope for this world.

The Heavenly King, having "defeated" his opponent, showed no trace of victor's pride. Indra's gaze shifted from initial resentment to a mixture of regret and admiration.

After all, a peer who could disregard life and death, and who, like him, proved their existence by burning their life force, was always worthy of his respect.

Only a master of his level knew the immense pressure and pain one had to endure, both physically and mentally, to muster less than half of their remaining power to a level comparable to their own, even with the life-consuming "Brahma's Annihilation" technique as an aid. It was like walking a tightrope a hundred feet in the air; one wrong step would mean utter destruction.

The Lord of Floating and Sinking's ability to fight him to this point was truly remarkable!

"What an annoying old monk..." Indra said dismissively, though his tone had lost its initial resentment. "Although I don't agree with your methods at all, I still respect such a rare enemy as you. Go in peace; I guarantee your other disciples will be safe and sound."

"Thank you, Your Majesty. With this guarantee, I can go in peace."

The Lord of Floating and Sinking looked up at the sky, revealing a serene and peaceful smile, like the perfect enlightenment of Zen.

His joyful voice and his ashes drifted into the air, becoming an eternal part of the heavens.

"Where do we come from, and where do we go; freedom endures forever, Nirvana brings joy..."

One of the Four Great Generals, the chief of the "Bodhi Throne," and the foremost Buddhist master, he was defeated by the ultimate killing move "Nine Yangs Return to One" in the final battle against "Great Sun King" Indra, thus ending his brilliant and illustrious life.

However, the profound impact of his death on the martial world would not truly unfold until the near future...

Although he achieved a resounding victory, Indra felt little joy. One reason was that the Lord of Floating and Sinking could not fight him at his full strength; but the... The predatory gaze of the vigilant young man was the main reason that Di Shitian couldn't revel in his victory.

With the majesty of a king and the aura of a hegemon, Di Shitian naturally exuded an unparalleled aura, which was in no way inferior to the silver-haired youth opposite him… even now, despite his significantly weakened state after the fierce battle, the aura of the "Peerless Evil God" seemed to overwhelm the "Great Sun Heavenly King."

Di Shitian coldly glanced at Ni Tianxie and said in a chilling voice, "If you want to take advantage of my weakness, you can do it now…"

Ni Tianxie didn't react much to this, only smiling calmly, "Could it be that in the Heavenly King's eyes, I am so untrustworthy…"

"Your father is the enemy I respect most in my life. Even though we are on opposing sides, I will never doubt his trustworthiness in the slightest. As for his son…"

He didn't finish his sentence, but the unspoken contempt was clear to everyone. But Ni Tianxie seemed not to hear him, continuing to speak with a smile.

"Although the Lord of Floating and Sinking is dead, before the final battle, he used the 'Star Transfer and Fate Reversal' technique to transfer his natal star and half of his power to his beloved disciple, Fan Xindi. One of the Four Great Generals still lingers in the world. Didn't the Heavenly King think that if you don't cut the weeds at the root, they'll grow back

in the spring breeze?" Di Shitian sneered, "Even if Fan Xindi inherited half of the old monk's power, she's just a newborn calf and a girl. What kind of power can she achieve? Besides, the 'Lord of Floating and Sinking' among the Four Great Generals isn't your 'Peerless Evil God's' nemesis. What are you worried about?"

As he spoke, Di Shitian secretly gathered his power, remaining fully vigilant. He would not let his guard down in the slightest against this formidable enemy with such deep cunning.

Ni Tianxie waved his hand, lightly brushing aside his flowing silver hair. His handsome smile added a touch of sinister charm to his perfect face.

"If the Heavenly King is so generous, I, the Emperor, am happy to let him go."

Emperor Shitian stared coldly at Ni Tianxie, as if trying to dig out the true intentions behind the other's smile. After a long while, he said, "I hope you still remember what you said before you came..."

Ni Tianxie smiled slightly, speaking in a light and casual tone, "Of course I haven't forgotten. With the Lord of Floating and Sinking dead, the Bodhi Seat is practically defunct. The two great powers in the world today are only the Heavenly King and myself..."

"Therefore, there should be a thorough and final resolution between us."

"My promise remains valid."

"On the Peak of Life and Death, five battles, five decisive battles?"

"I'll choose the location, you pick the time."

Di Shitian hesitated for a moment, then said, "How about noon seven days from now?"

Ni Tianxie agreed without hesitation, "Okay."

Di Shitian was taken aback by Ni Tianxie's quick agreement, his gaze turning icy cold as he said, "Ni Tianxie... what exactly are you planning..."

Ni Tianxie smiled, shrugged, and said, "Your Majesty is far too suspicious. What tricks could I possibly have to deceive Your Majesty's discerning eyes?"

Di Shitian's cold gaze and tone were like knives: "Do you think I'd believe your nonsense? The pain of losing my mother that caused me to lose my will to contend, the five battles to decide the fate of the world—all that bullshit! If that's really what you're thinking..." "I won't provoke me into fighting the Lord of Floating and Sinking today! What are you thinking, Ni Tianxie?"

Ni Tianxie sneered and shook his head, saying, "Emperor Shitian, I said I would take on those old bald monks, the Bodhi Dharma Seat, all by myself. You said you wanted to come and watch, and you took the initiative to choose the Lord of Floating and Sinking as your opponent. To say that I provoked you is ridiculous and irresponsible!"

Emperor Shitian remained silent, staring at Ni Tianxie, his mind churning. After a long while, he said, "In terms of eloquence, I admit I am no match for you... but I won't be foolish enough to fight you when I'm not at my best. So... if you really don't intend to kick me while I'm down, then I'll be leaving now."

"Of course, I wish Your Majesty a safe journey." Ni

Tianxie's actions at this moment were indeed somewhat unexpected by Emperor Shitian. Not only did he not intend to fight, but he also took the initiative to retreat, showing that he had no other intentions. Given that both sides were hostile and lacked a foundation of trust, Emperor Shitian really couldn't understand why Ni Tianxie wouldn't go all out to kill him.

However, the Demon Lord had indeed drifted further and further away. Whether viewed from the outside world or sensed through the "Manas" consciousness, his departure was an undeniable fact. In other words, the "Peerless Evil God" had indeed kept his promise.

What exactly happened?

While one side was bewildered, another was immersed in the grief of losing their teacher.

On an unnamed coastline, where the ebb and flow of the tide symbolized the cycle of life, the beautiful "Guanyin Goddess" Fanxindi, seemingly not belonging to this world, immersed herself barefoot in the seawater. The cold water soothed her restless heart, perfectly matching her current state of mind.

Dressed in simple white robes, Fanxindi stood motionless, her face upturned to the sky, as if this were her destiny. The sea breeze ruffled her silky black hair, her crystal-clear face flawless, her skin like jade, her lips soft as a baby's, devoid of color yet trembling slightly. She was as pure as a goddess bathing in the Heavenly Pool, as beautiful as a quietly blooming Bodhi flower. Beneath her white dress, her sacred body, the most beautiful life on this land, quietly awaited death and rebirth.

The death of the old Lord of Floating Life symbolized the rebirth of the new.

But after rebirth, would comedy or tragedy await Fan Xindi? No one could know.

When a star, invisible to ordinary people, shone brightly and then faded, a trace of desolate bewilderment flashed in Fan Xindi's eyes. Her vibrant lips shone brightly against her pale face.

Beneath Fan Xindi's beautiful body, her heart seemed to be tightly bound by rusty chains, the chains digging into her body, binding her to a world stained with deep black blood.

An unknown amount of time had passed, yet Fan Xindi remained standing there, motionless, her clear, bright eyes filled with deep sorrow. Her body, beneath her white robes, trembled slightly, as if her very being was immersed in an icy chill.

"Holy Lord..."

Fan Xindi slowly knelt, letting the cold seawater soak her dress. Her heart had long since shattered into pieces.

Unbeknownst to her, "Guanyin Heavenly Maiden" Fan Xindi was now weeping uncontrollably. Thanks

to the ingenious scheme orchestrated by the "Lord of Floating and Sinking," the "Guanyin Heavenly Maiden" now possessed power sufficient to rival a "god." But even with such immense power, she could not reverse life and death, nor could she change the cruel reality of her Holy Lord, both father and teacher, dying in battle.

—Foolish child, do not grieve for my death. My sacrifice was to leave a glimmer of light before darkness descended, and you are the only hope that can continue that light. Do not wallow in sorrow and forget your true mission.

Without any perceptible warning, Fan Xindi clearly heard these words resound directly in her mind, as if drifting on the sea, as if carried by the wind. Fan Xindi knew it was the "Master of Floating and Sinking," before his death, receiving a "separate enlightenment" from his "Alaya-vijnana."

Fan Xindi gazed at the boundless sea and gently stood up. The sea breeze was cold, and she, overwhelmed with grief and forgetting to circulate her inner energy, almost shivered.

"I will not forget my mission… Holy Lord… no, Master…"

Fan Xindi formed a hand seal, and suddenly a faint fragrance like Bodhi flowers emanated from her body. The noble and dreamlike feeling was as if the "Master of Floating and Sinking" had been reborn.

"I will find the 'Sword Emperor and Blade King,' combine the power of the two stars, and stop the 'Mad God's' world-destroying plan..."

Chapter Five: The Yaksha Returns

. In a little-known tunnel within the "Six Paths Holy Temple

," the damp, dark tunnel's extremely low temperature made one feel as if they were in the far north, a chill that permeated not only the body but also the very soul. Over the centuries, this tunnel, sealed for hundreds of years, was reopened by the temple's new master—the "Peerless Evil God," Ni Tianxie. Deep beneath the surface, where an ordinary person would likely freeze to death instantly, Ni Tianxie strolled through what seemed like his own garden with ease. With his current cultivation level, being impervious to fire and water, and invulnerable to weapons, was simply a given for him.

Ni Tianxie continued deeper into the darkness and cold until the tunnel finally ended. A massive ice wall stood before him, and within it, a figure could be vaguely seen.

Ni Tianxie stopped in front of the ice wall, slowly pressing his palm against it, feeling the bone-chilling cold, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"The murderous weapon sealed away by Sheng Yukong, now is the time for you to return to the mortal realm."

Ni Tianxie actually referred to the person inside the ice wall as a "murderous weapon"? As his palm touched the wall, spiderweb-like cracks first appeared on the ice, then rapidly expanded, until finally, the entire ice wall exploded with a "boom!" Ice shards flew like locusts, but none could get within three feet of the "Peerless Evil God."

"Open your eyes and welcome your new master! The strongest humanoid murderous weapon—'Heavenly General' Yaksha!"

Ni Tianxie's maniacal laughter and the sound of falling ice shards created a strange and mournful symphony. The ice wall shattered, revealing the person who had been frozen inside.

It was a man clad in bright red armor, his hair straight and disheveled like a lion's mane. His sharply defined face appeared unusually pale and gaunt—perhaps due to being frozen for too long, his eye sockets were sunken, making his pupils seem shrouded in darkness, yet two crimson dots peeked out from the center of those dark vortexes. His chin and lips were impeccably clean, without a single stubble, making him appear remarkably young at first glance, but the intense, bloody scent emanating from him was something only a battle-hardened warrior could possess.

"Awake? Yaksha!"

The man, whom the Demon Lord called "Yaksha," slowly raised his head. His expression and eyes were utterly devoid of any emotion, as if the "Peerless Evil God" was nothing more than a lifeless object to him, or no different from a roadside stone.

Ni Tianxie seemed unbothered by the impolite gaze directed at him, smiling with his arms crossed. "After four hundred years, how does it feel to breathe fresh air again, Yaksha?"

Yaksha finally met Ni Tianxie's gaze directly. It was a transparent, completely emotionless look, and his lips trembled as he uttered a low, hoarse voice.

"You... are... who..."

Ni Tianxie smiled and said, "I am your new master."

"Master..."

Yaksha seemed to struggle to utter each word, as if his upper and lower jaws couldn't bite properly, or perhaps it was because he hadn't spoken to anyone for so long.

From Ni Tianxie's words, this man called "Yaksha" had been frozen in this sunless tunnel for four hundred years! What earth-shattering secret was hidden within?

"Master... I have no master... Whoever wants to be my master... kill..."

The word "master" seemed to have triggered something taboo in Yaksha, making his face even paler, as if he had lost all color.

The Yaksha's body suddenly trembled violently, then his ten fingers stretched out like butterfly wings, his fingernails growing longer and sharper as if they had come to life, resembling ten six-inch-long armored swords. The

dangerous atmosphere within the tunnel suddenly surged a thousandfold!

Ni Tianxie's lips curled into a wider smile, seemingly quite pleased with the Yaksha's reaction.

The origin of the "Heavenly General" Yaksha was a forbidden secret of the "Six Paths Realm," lost for hundreds of years.

Back in the heyday of the "Six Paths Realm," the then-ruler of the "Heavenly Dao," Sheng Yukong, had already begun arranging his reincarnation. To ensure his reincarnated body retained its original strength, Sheng Yukong made a bold and insane attempt.

Because of his cultivation of the "Sword of the Eternal World," he had already lost his fertility, and the intended soul vessel could not be a body of the same bloodline. However, he could still "create" the most suitable vessel.

In Sheng Yukong's plan, all he needed was a powerful, soulless body to complement his ultimate spiritual power after his "reincarnation." For this reason, he ordered the shikigami of the Six Paths to search and capture young men, personally selecting one hundred for himself. These were then imprisoned in cells, deprived of food and water, for ten days. On

the eleventh day, Sheng Yukong appeared before the survivors.

"From this moment on, you will fight each other to survive. The last survivor will be bestowed with unexpected wealth, martial arts skills, and power."

Even without Sheng Yukong's later words, these captured people had no choice. From the very beginning, their fate had been cruelly decided: in the end, not a single one could be left alive!

Eight more hours passed. Sheng Yukong stood before the sole survivor, looking at his blood-stained face and wounded body, a smile of extreme satisfaction on his face.

"Very well, so you are the final victor? I, the Emperor, will grant you a position second only to the Emperor, above all others, as agreed."

For Sheng Yukong, these words were merely a means to manipulate the masses. In truth, he had no intention of keeping his promise. The purpose of this survival game was to select the vessel to carry his soul's reincarnation, so this person had to die!

The body could remain, but the soul must be destroyed.

Just as Sheng Yukong was about to use the "Soul-Destroying Technique" to remove the remaining will of the other party, the man before him, barely clinging to life, launched an attack!

The man was the Undying Warrior—Yaksha! His claws were the Soul-Snatching Claws, imbued with a domineering killing aura!

Sheng Yukong laughed, "So you're a remnant of the 'Undying Sect,' no wonder you've held on until now. It's a pity you're injured and exhausted; at most, you can only withstand one of my sword strikes." The

"Undying Sect" was a branch of the Demonic Sect. This sect was small in number, but possessed a unique skill—the Undying Technique! Those who practice this martial art are not truly immortal, but they are incredibly difficult to kill. Whether subjected to starvation, abstinence from water, burning, burying, or being slashed and hacked, those who suffer severe injuries that would kill others seventeen or eighteen times over can still fight normally—and the more severe the injury, the more ruthless their attacks.

Because martial artists who practice the Undying Technique are so formidable, no one wants to provoke the "Undying Sect" unless absolutely necessary. Members of the "Undying Sect" rarely interact with the outside world, but when they encounter the ambitious "Six Paths Holy Emperor" Sheng Yukong, they disregard all such considerations. Before the sword energy of the "Sword of Eternal Life," there is no immortal being, no indestructible body.

Sheng Yukong, single-handedly, stormed into the "Undying Sect." Facing thirty-two powerful masters who cultivated the "Undying Technique," Sheng Yukong used the fifth move of the "Sword of Eternity"—"Ten Directions Annihilation"—to wipe the "Undying Sect" from

the martial arts world forever. The "Six Paths Holy Emperor" of that era was indeed powerful.

Years later, the masters of the "Undying Sect" reappeared before him, their intentions clear. However, when the target of revenge was the "Six Paths Holy Emperor" Sheng Yukong himself, it was no longer possible to succeed through willpower or physical strength alone.

With a single finger and a single sword strike, the last undying warrior of the "Undying Sect" collapsed like a tattered burlap sack in a pool of his own blood.

"What was the point of all this?"

Sheng Yukong looked at the Undying Warrior struggling on the ground, barely able to move a finger, and smiled arrogantly. "Can you tell me your name?"

The other replied in a voice squeezed out between clenched teeth, "Ya...sha..."

"Yasha? I will remember this name. You will not die in vain. Your soul will have the honor of becoming a part of me, and your body will live on with me forever!"

These were the last words Yasha heard before losing his will.

Sheng Yukong did not kill Yaksha. Instead, he greatly admired the latter's tenacious will and physique, believing that such a body was the "vessel" for his next reincarnation. Therefore, after Yaksha fainted, Sheng Yukong used the "Spirit-Destroying Method" to erase all of the man's memories. He then used drugs and acupuncture to significantly strengthen Yaksha's body. Although Sheng Yukong considered his original body the most perfect artistic pinnacle, he could still "create" a second vessel comparable to "perfection." At that point, he could truly enter the realm of "gods."

Unfortunately, even Sheng Yukong, the "Six Paths Holy Emperor" who had comprehended the "ultimate" realm, could not defy the supreme operating law of the extraordinary world and the mortal world. Any ordinary person attempting to challenge the realm of "gods" was destined to fail from the start.

Yaksha, who should have been completely stripped of his self-awareness and should have been merely an "empty shell" during the physical strengthening process, surprisingly regained his mobility and immediately broke through the barrier Sheng Yukong had set up, entering the temple.

At the time, Sheng Yukong was within the magic array, overseeing the preparations for the soul transfer. The sudden change in the Yaksha caught him off guard, nearly causing him to suffer a qi deviation. Although he managed to stabilize himself with his supreme power and composure, he was temporarily exhausted and unable to move, relying solely on the other five "shikigami" to intercept him.

What should have been a one-sided battle was unexpected; this "container," devoid of any thought and acting only on primal instinct, had actually reached the pinnacle of "unity of heaven and man." Combined with Sheng Yukong's previous enhancements to the body's quality and quantity, the Yaksha had transformed from a mere "soul container" into an ultimate "killing weapon," holding its own against five opponents.

Not only did it hold its own, but as the five shikigami sustained more and more wounds while the Yaksha's frenzied power remained unchecked, even the five shikigami, including Huang Quan, couldn't help but wonder: just who was this "monster" that had broken out of the temple's forbidden zone?

By the time Sheng Yukong finally recovered and arrived, half a day had passed. When the horribly destroyed palace and the mountain of corpses came into view, the "Six Paths Holy Emperor" was truly enraged. With the help of five shikigami forming an array, he subdued the humanoid weapon, Yaksha, within a hundred moves.

After subduing Yaksha, Sheng Yukong didn't offer a single explanation of the incident's origins. However, the people of the "Six Paths Realm" had long worshipped the Holy Emperor as a god, so naturally they wouldn't and dared not investigate the matter's origins. When Sheng Yukong returned to the array with Yaksha, he carefully considered the cause and effect, finally realizing that the unseen laws of nature did not allow him to choose his own "vessel" for reincarnation, but rather he had to bear certain risks in the cycle of reincarnation.

Although he understood this, Sheng Yukong, who had already invested a great deal of effort in this body, was unwilling to destroy it so easily. After much deliberation, he finally chose to seal Yaksha in this ice cave passage accessible only to the Lord of the "Heavenly Dao," preserving this body and waiting for a day when it might come in handy.

This wait lasted four hundred years.

Times changed, and when the master of the "Six Paths Realm" changed from the original "Six Paths Holy Emperor" Sheng Yukong to the "Peerless Evil God" Ni Tianxie, the "Undying Warrior" Yaksha remained in the ice coffin, spending four hundred years in emptiness and loneliness.

One thing even Sheng Yukong hadn't foreseen was that, over the long years, the effects of the "Spirit-Destroying Technique" Sheng Yukong had placed on Yaksha began to slowly weaken within the ice. However, the recovery was extremely slight and slow, so although Yaksha had consciousness, he had no memory. What he couldn't erase was his deep hatred for the "Six Paths Holy Emperor" Sheng Yukong!

Therefore, the first thing he did after breaking free of the ice was to attack Ni Tianxie, who looked exactly like Sheng Yukong!

"Kill...I will kill...you..."

Accompanied by a hoarse growl, a strong wind rushed towards him. Ni Tianxie was prepared, and with a flick of his finger, four sword energies shot out. Yaksha's armored sword, which resembled bone blades, also reacted quickly, and he waved his hands in front of his chest, blocking all four sword energies at the same time!

"Oh..."

Ni Tianxie let out a low sound as if in admiration. In his martial arts career, he had no shortage of enemies who were good at speed: the "Asura Path" shikigami Rakshasa, the "Hungry Rabbit Path" shikigami Naraku, the "Sword Emperor and Blade King" Ding Shenzhao... Even himself was a master who won by speed. But no one, including himself, could match the speed of Yaksha's attack at this moment!

The tips of all ten fingers of Yaksha's hands had grown "bone blades". Although they looked like bones, they were sharper than the real divine weapon Xuan Tie. At least Ni Tianxie knew that even the weapon personally forged by Master Turtle might not be able to block his "Sword of the Eternal World" with a casual flick.

"It seems Sheng Yukong has placed something very interesting on you!"

A sharp glint flashed in Ni Tianxie's eyes, a characteristic of excitement he only displayed when facing a worthy opponent.

"Very well, this Emperor will play a few rounds with you!"

Ni Tianxie spread his five fingers as if on cue, unleashing a surging aura like a tidal wave. Even the Yaksha, who had lost all senses, felt a discomfort from that aura and involuntarily paused.

"God-Slaying Seal!"

The foremost of the three great techniques of the "Mingyue Sect" was merely a piece of cake for the "Peerless Evil God," who had now fully comprehended the "Manas Consciousness" and was advancing into the "Alaya Consciousness" realm. In a battle

between masters, every moment counts. Although it was only a fleeting pause, it was enough for Ni Tianxie to launch his strongest attack. His domineering and unparalleled power instantly transcended the distance of time and space, even distorting space itself, as if an ancient beast, unlike anything seen before, was surging and overwhelming towards the Yaksha.

Back then, in the hands of "Yanhuang" Jun Nitian, this simple yet irresistible invincible move was now wielded by Nitianxie with eighty percent of his father's power! The moment Yaksha's body made contact with the palm print, a deafening "BOOM!" resounded, his entire armor shattering into pieces, as if utterly devastating, and he was sent flying dozens of feet away.

"What's wrong? You're not just this capable, are you!"

Nitianxie followed Yaksha like a shadow, his killing intent enveloping the latter even before he made a move. However, he saw Yaksha's face—it was like an ice sculpture, devoid of any emotion! Nitianxie's "God-Slaying Seal" had not caused fatal damage to Yaksha's enhanced body, and as long as his body was not completely shattered, the "Undying Warrior" had the ability to retaliate!

Yaksha's body suddenly curved in mid-air at an incredible angle, followed by ten sharp "armored swords" slicing through the void with lightning speed, tearing through the air and slicing past Nitianxie's body.

"Clang!"

In the nick of time, Ni Tianxie's "Heavenly Dao Sacred Armor" struck first. Although the ten armored swords sliced through Ni Tianxie's body, they couldn't inflict any real damage.

—The speed was indeed unparalleled, and the power was quite impressive. If it were any other "ultimate" level expert, they would inevitably be severely injured by this attack. But alas…

"You've encountered the peerless and powerful Emperor! Defeat is your only destined end!"

Ni Tianxie waved his five fingers, unleashing the first move of the "Sword of Eternity"—"Everything is Extraordinary"—which unleashed a thousand layers of sword waves like mountains, a vortex of countless intertwined swords. Yaksha, surrounded by the sword energy, though protected by his reinforced body and not completely pulverized, was still covered in wounds, his movements momentarily halted.

"Thus have I heard!"

The sword energy unified, ten thousand swords ultimately returning to one. Seizing the moment Yaksha's movement faltered, Ni Tianxie struck his enemy's brow with lightning speed. What followed was the true reason Ni Tianxie had awakened the "Undying Warrior" this time. In the moment of

the decisive battle of the five in Chapter Six

, Yaksha seemed to be electrocuted. His body trembled and he stopped all movement. His eyes gradually turned from sharp to dull. Then, he actually knelt down on one knee in front of Ni Tianxie. The scene was like a subject paying homage to a king!

This was precisely the method Sheng Yukong had devised over the past four hundred years to control the "Undying Warrior" Yaksha.

Unfortunately, even with this strategy, Sheng Yukong lacked the life to implement it, allowing Ni Tianxie to reap the benefits.

Through the second move of the "Sword of Eternity"—"Thus Have I Heard"—he "imprinted" the command of mental control deep into Yaksha's consciousness, turning the "Undying Warrior" into a "human weapon" completely obedient to his orders. This was the reason Ni Tianxie personally led the expedition.

Therefore, although Yaksha's external body was immortal, his inner self was blank and weak as a sheet of paper, completely able to read all of "Six Paths Holy Emperor" Sheng Yukong's memories. And when necessary, Ni Tianxie decided to play this trump card.

"Now all five of our members are here. What kind of lineup will you send then...? It's truly something to look forward to..."

After "subduing" the Yaksha, with a chilling smile that defied comprehension, Ni Tianxie turned his back, focusing his gaze on a distant place that didn't belong to him, emanating a ghostly aura that sent shivers down his spine.

"Then... I'll eagerly await... that day stained with blood..."

"Do you know what the hottest topic in the martial world is right now?"

"You mean the new Six Paths Heavenly Emperor, who issued a challenge to the entire martial world?"

"Yes, that's the hottest topic in the martial world right now. The emerging force that replaced the 'Mingyue Sect' and now divides the world in two with the 'Heavenly Palace,' the ruler of the Six Paths Realm—'Peerless Evil God' Ni Tianxie—is going to hold a five-way tournament on Life and Death Peak to decide the fate of the Six Paths Realm—which is essentially half of the martial world."

"Who exactly is this Ni Tianxie? Why have I never heard of him in the martial world before?"

"Don't you know? His background is incredible. He was originally the son of the world's number one expert, 'Yanhuang' Jun Nitian. It's said he was also the reincarnation of the Six Paths Holy Emperor over four hundred years ago. However, he later devoured the Holy Emperor's spiritual power and became an expert surpassing both Yanhuang and the Holy Emperor. It's said that only the other three experts ranked alongside the 'Four Great Generals' can rival him now."

"How do you know so much detail?"

"Just kidding. My nickname 'Know-it-all' Feng Shigong isn't without reason. If I couldn't even grasp this much information, wouldn't I have to retire?"

"In that case, do you know who the Four Great Generals you just mentioned are?"

"Of course I know. They are 'Peerless Evil God' Nitianxie, 'Great Sun Heavenly King' Di Shitian, 'Bodhi Seat' Chief—Lord of Floating and Sinking, and 'Sword Emperor and Blade Emperor' Ding Shenzhao. There are four of them in total!"

"Do you know that the Lord of Floating and Sinking, one of the Four Great Generals, was defeated by the 'Great Sun Heavenly King' Indra in the recent battle and has passed away?"

"What! Is that true? Are you sure your information is accurate?"

"Just kidding! When has my 'Quick Legs' Zhao Si ever missed an intelligence report? This news was rushed from the 'Wind King' yesterday, guaranteed to be hot and accurate!" "

In that case, wouldn't the only righteous star among the 'Four Great Generals' also have fallen tragically?" "

Alas! The decline of the righteous and the rise of the evil have been an inevitable trend in recent years, like an inescapable destiny. Just look at the peerless masters on the surface now, all of them are from the evil path, while the righteous masters are almost all gone. It seems that this battle of the five strongest will be a struggle between the 'Heavenly Palace' and the 'Six Realms'."

"However, I've heard that the 'Guanyin Heavenly Maiden,' the beloved disciple of the Lord of Floating and Sinking, inherited the destiny star power of the Four Great Generals. Ding Shenzhao, the 'Sword Emperor and Blade King,' one of the Four Great Generals, also incurred the 'Peerless Evil God's' wrath because his former lover was killed by the Heavenly Evil. Therefore, the balance of power among the Four Great Generals should still be roughly even."

"Sigh! What do you know? The battles between peerless masters are never a matter of 'quantity,' but of 'quality.' The 'Guanyin Heavenly Maiden' and the 'Sword Emperor and Blade King' are, after all, just newcomers. How can they be compared to the 'Great Sun Heavenly King' who has mastered the 'Nine Yang Ultimate,' or the 'Peerless Evil God' who possesses the spiritual power of a reincarnated Saint Emperor?"

"Is the righteous path really so pessimistic?"

"What do you think? Even the 'natural enemy,' the great hero Longbu Feilong, has been missing since he entered the 'Six Realms' a month ago, and I believe he's likely dead; the 'White Path Alliance' was wiped out by Ni Tianxie alone; of the three heroes of the White Path, Xiao Yao was killed, Lou Xueyi betrayed, and Dugu Bingxin disappeared. The righteous forces are in a state of decline, which is an undeniable fact."

"Are we left with no choice but to submit to either the 'Great Sun Heavenly King' or the 'Peerless Evil God'?" "

Do you have any better ideas?"

"Even you, the renowned strategist, can only sit here sighing with me. What ideas do I have?"

"Speaking of which, do you know that Ni Tianxie issued the 'Six Paths Reincarnation Decree,' ordering all martial artists to attend the final five-way battle at Life and Death Peak, or face execution of their entire families, leaving no one alive? What is his intention?"

"It seems he's determined to win this competition, and victory is assured."

"Then, in your opinion, should we attend this martial arts tournament?"

"Of course we must! Even without the Reincarnation Decree issued by the Six Paths Realm, such a martial arts tournament, which will determine the fate of the martial world, is a once-in-a-century event. Even if it means risking our lives, we must find a way to attend."

One of the two martial arts spies, "The Know-It-All" Feng Shigong, had no idea that one of his statements would become a prophecy in the near future.

Life and Death Peak—the decisive battleground designated by the Heavenly Evil.

Martial arts, by its very nature, is the way of killing; the strong prey on the weak, survival of the fittest—this has always been an unbreakable law of the martial world.

Strength has always been the only law upon which martial arts practitioners rely for survival. Once a martial artist, always a martial artist—this is the tragedy of the martial world, and also its pride.

To further refine their strength, martial arts—the way of killing—can be utilized more effectively. Combat is always the language that best refines and interprets martial arts. Martial arts competitions, driven by the need for "slaughter," created arenas for such battles, the most celebrated being battlefields like "Life and Death Peak."

"Life and Death Peak, a life-or-death duel, two ascend, one descends." This popular martial arts rhyme, though brief, encapsulates the essence of the way of killing: the so-called strong are simply "monsters" incapable of coexisting with beings of equal strength!

No matter how eloquent their words, they still rely on overwhelming force to crush their opponent, utterly obliterating them, seeking their own "achievement" and the "truth" of life amidst the carnage.

Because creating bloodshed and slaughter is, after all, human instinct.

Before the appointed noon, Life and Death Peak was already teeming with people, shoulder to shoulder, a gathering of all sorts of people, an unprecedented spectacle. Just as Feng Shigong and Zhao Si had mentioned, this final five-way competition was crucial to the fate of the world for the next century. No one in the martial arts world would want to miss this grand event, even if the "Peerless Evil God" hadn't issued the "Six Paths of Reincarnation Decree" forcing them to come; they would have crawled here on their own.

However, even with the wisdom of the "Peerless Evil God," knowing this, he still made this superfluous move. If these martial artists had thought more carefully before setting off, perhaps this catastrophe would have unfolded in a different direction...

The ten-zhang square arena was specially built by the "Peerless Evil God" for this final five-way competition. The material, blue granite, was chosen not only for safety and stability but also, in a way, to showcase the organizational capabilities of the "Six Paths Realm." To build such a large arena in a single day required a considerable mobilization of manpower and resources.

Six flags, symbolizing the six realms of reincarnation, were arranged in an equal-angled six-pointed star around the arena. Directly in front of the arena were two nine-dragon thrones, one of which, of course, belonged to the "Peerless Evil God," Ni Tianxie.

Since ancient times, there have never been two suns in the sky, nor two rulers on earth. Why would Ni Tianxie, who proclaimed himself "Heavenly Emperor," prepare two thrones? His intentions were puzzling.

Noon had arrived.

The mountaintop, which had previously gathered tens of thousands of martial arts heroes, suddenly became deathly silent. The air became stagnant and heavy, a suffocating atmosphere spreading outwards. Everyone in the arena felt as if a lock had been placed on their heart, heavy with unbearable sorrow.

The crowd was silent, the heavens and earth howled, and the wind blew faintly across the mountaintop. A figure stood on the ground.

A peerless beauty, so handsome that even painters and storytellers would fall to their knees in awe, his flowing silver hair shimmering like a crown, his features, though perfectly proportioned, exuded an overwhelming majesty and will. His deep silver eyes, like some cursed treasure, gleamed with an eerie light.

"Peerless Evil God... Defying Heaven..." someone suddenly spoke from the crowd.

The beautiful figure, seemingly the incarnation of a demon king, remained silent, and with unparalleled elegance and grace, sat upon the dragon throne.

"Emperor Shitian... has he arrived..."

As if in response to the "Peerless Evil God's" words, the previously stagnant air suddenly began to flow again, but it gradually thinned as if it had been emptied, and the temperature rose. Some of the less powerful among the crowd already felt unwell or even dizzy.

Then—just like the reenactment of Ni Tianxie's entrance, the other of the "Four Great Generals"—"Great Sun Heavenly King" Di Shitian—suddenly appeared on another throne. No one in the tens of thousands of eyes present saw when or how these two appeared on the two thrones.

"Peerless Evil God" and "Great Sun Heavenly King," possibly the two strongest people in the world, appeared together, and the oppressive atmosphere in the arena immediately surged a hundredfold, a thousandfold! Ni Tianxie's arrogance and Di Shitian's domineering presence, each possessing a different aura yet equally matched, neither could surpass the other, making one feel that these two truly deserved to be peerless masters capable of sharing the world!

Di Shitian exuded immense pressure and killing intent, his eyes like those of a bloodthirsty wolf, greedily radiating a thirst for battle as he gazed at his opponent, who was so close to him, his arrogant aura undisguised.

"The Jun family bloodline ends today."

If Di Shitian's aura was a sun that burned everything, then Ni Tianxie was a black hole that devoured everything. The "Peerless Evil God" accepted the former's provocation without batting an eye, coldly replying, "Is this all your last words, Di Shitian…?"

Upon hearing this, Di Shitian laughed loudly, his voice like thunder and a tsunami soaring into the sky, seemingly shaking even the entire peak. Many in the crowd covered their ears and collapsed to the ground.

Ni Tianxie remained motionless, an unimaginable aura swirling around him, almost tangible. Those who had directly experienced this aura were likely no longer in this world.

"Have you laughed enough?"

This voice, deeper than darkness and clearer than light, remained clearly audible amidst Di Shitian's blazing laughter, casually displaying his skill, indicating that the "Peerless Evil God" was no less powerful than the "Great Sun King"!

Di Shitian stopped laughing and casually sat down on the dragon throne next to Ni Tianxie, as if the seat had been prepared for him.

"Can your farce begin now?" Di Shitian's words were laced with obvious sarcasm.

However, Ni Tianxie chose to ignore him again, instead revealing a strange, satisfied smile, saying, "Now that the main character has arrived, the martial arts tournament can certainly begin." As soon as

the word "begin" was uttered, a figure suddenly descended from the sky. Elegant and noble in appearance, with long, glossy black hair, his beautiful and refined features surpassed even those of a woman, yet the peculiar, cold glint in his eyes betrayed a cruelty akin to that of a man. His

seemingly untouched, water-green robe fluttered in the wind, and his gaze, whether intentional or not, swept over the crowd. His concealed aura was like an unsheathed, deadly blade, thirsting for blood.

"A five-battle decisive system! No matter who among the heroes of the world wishes to represent us, our side will have five to fight! This is an absolutely fair one-on-one competition. The first to achieve three wins out of five battles will be the victor. If our side suffers more than three defeats, then the 'Six Paths Realm' will withdraw from the martial world and never again concern themselves with worldly affairs. This is the personal guarantee of our 'Heavenly Path' Lord, and there will be absolutely no change!"

The high-pitched, sharp voice was initially quite pleasant to the ear, yet it also carried an inexplicable chill, making the listener feel uneasy and involuntarily uneasy.

Indra snorted coldly.

"The Crying Demon Prison... is that Naraku, the shikigami of the 'Hungry Ghost Path'?"

The green-clad man on the arena, more beautiful than a woman, cast a bright smile at Indra.

"A mere lowly name, yet it has reached the ears of the Heavenly King. I am truly fortunate."

Indra's eyes flashed with sharp divine light as he turned to Naraku on the arena.

"Are you the number one representative of the 'Six Paths Realm'?"

Naraku nodded and smiled, "I dare not presume. I am here by order of the Heavenly Emperor to serve as the vanguard of the 'Six Paths Realm.' I invite any hero from the world to come forward and offer their guidance."

A person's name is like a tree's shadow. Four hundred years ago, the name of the "Six Paths Shikigami" shook the world, and no one dared to challenge their might. However, Shen Qian has returned to this day. Within less than a hundred days of the "Heavenly Path" master's ascension to the throne, the "Six Paths Shikigami" had been almost completely wiped out, and more than half of them had died directly at the hands of the master they were supposed to serve. Only the "Asura Path" Shikigami, Rasetsu, escaped, but ultimately could not escape the evil schemes of the Heavenly Path and died a glorious death in battle.

Now, among the six great Shikigami, apart from the "Heavenly Path" itself, only the "Hungry Ghost Path" Shikigami, Naraku, still survives to this day. He and the "Animal Path" Shikigami, Mo Zhi, are the two most low-key among the six great Shikigami. Coupled with his almost feminine appearance, it is easy to give people a preconceived impression of weakness.

"Ha! I never expected the first representative sent by the Six Paths Realm to be such a lowly scoundrel! I thought the Six Paths Realm's shikigami were all that capable!" A

loud, mocking laugh suddenly erupted from the crowd. The speaker clearly possessed considerable skill and, being hidden among the crowd, felt safe enough to speak so boldly.

Unfortunately, he underestimated the Six Paths Realm's shikigami—Naraku.

A cold glint flashed in Naraku's eyes. The crowd only saw a figure flash across the arena, followed by a scream from the crowd. Naraku stood there smiling, seemingly unmoved.

A man in black, his pupils dilated, his face deathly pale, pointed a trembling finger at Naraku on the arena. His mouth was agape, but he couldn't utter a word. To the astonishment of the crowd, a line of blood suddenly appeared on his neck, followed by a gush of blood, and his body collapsed to the ground.

Everyone was startled. The man in black was clearly the one who had mocked Naraku, but how the latter had killed him was something few in the crowd could clearly see!

Naraku pulled a handkerchief from his sleeve, gently wiping the bloodstains from his fingers, and smiled, "So, who will be this shikigami's first opponent?"

Looking at his elegant and composed demeanor, it was impossible to reconcile the image of a cold-blooded killer with the same person. However, after his display of skill, no one would dare underestimate him again—Naraku, the shikigami of the "Hungry Ghost Path"!

In an awkward silence, a voice as cold as frost in June rang out from the crowd.

"I will fight you."

A powerful killing intent accompanied a figure with astonishing killing power, landing on the arena over the heads of the crowd. The cold and fierce aura, in Naraku's eyes, felt somewhat familiar.

The newcomer was quite young, with black hair and black clothes. His distinctive appearance and imposing presence made him a familiar face to the crowd, and someone among the heroes quickly recognized him.

"It's one of the Three Heroes of the Righteous Path, 'Cold Asura' Dugu Bingxin!"

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