LRAB Chapter 112 Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation
Chapter 112 Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation
In the heart of the ancient star-studded air defense line, war raged, and the Milky Way was overturned.
Murong Huan, the Lord of the Temple of Time, and Yan Mingjun, the Lord of the Temple of Merit, stood side by side, their temple auras cascading down, guarding a star field. Facing them was a group of supreme giants from the Infernal Realm, a terrifyingly powerful lineup.
The Underworld Palace Master Wen Zhiren, the Second Elder of Tiannan, the Stone God Palace Master, and the Dark God Palace's Wuwei God Venerable were all gathered here. There were as many as five Great Freedom Limitless Powerhouses who openly displayed their auras, and the rest of the True God level were like a divine army, with dark clouds pressing down on the city and killing intent locking the entire star field.
From the outset of this battle, the Hellish Allied Forces had a very clear objective: "to crush the Radiant Sun Civilization with overwhelming force."
The Radiant Sun Civilization is the most advanced and top-tier realm among the ancient civilization factions, like a hard nail, firmly blocking the path that the Hell Realm must take to advance into the heart of the Heavenly Court. Once the Radiant Sun Civilization is eradicated, the remaining ancient civilizations such as Giant Spirit, Hidden Ruins, and Heavenly Beginning will lose their barrier, be unable to defend themselves from both ends, and will no longer be able to stop the ten races of the Hell Realm from crushing them with their iron hooves.
To ensure absolute success, the Hell Realm spared no effort in mobilizing its resources, enlisting the mighty and indestructible giant Gong Xuanzang to oversee the situation, aiming to settle the score in one fell swoop.
The Radiant Sun Civilization possesses unparalleled cosmic resources and an ancient heritage, having produced more than one celestial-level powerhouse. Its boundary barriers, star arrays, and layered defensive systems are extremely sophisticated. The Four Suns Heavenly Lords, well aware of the strategic implications of the battle, knew that the tide had turned when Gong Xuanzang made his move. To preserve the flame of their civilization and delay the war, they decisively burned their own natal divine sun, using the supreme technique of self-destruction to sever their tails and escape.
The raging divine sun and flames swept across billions of miles of starry sky, tearing apart the encirclement and attack of the underworld, and buying precious time for the remaining ancient civilization factions in the rear to breathe, deploy defenses, and reorganize the battle.
But individual efforts are ultimately insufficient to prevent the collapse of the world.
Under the relentless onslaught of several Great Free and Limitless beings led by Gong Xuanzang and Yama Taishang, the ancient defensive divine array of the Yanyang Civilization shattered layer by layer and collapsed completely. The Yanyang deities guarding the array fought bravely and relentlessly, until finally their blood stained the starry sky and they all perished in the battle.
The Lord of the Bright Sun held out until the very last moment, but was fatally struck in the throat by the God of Inaction from the Dark Temple. His divine corpse was bound by iron chains and hung high on the flagpole of the Hellish Allied Forces, exposed to the starry sea, to intimidate the ancient civilizations of the heavens.
At this moment, the once vibrant civilization of Yanyang has long since become a living hell.
Billions of stars shattered into dust, countless divine remains floated in the desolate starry sky, and fragmented realms were scattered everywhere. Souls and spirits were wantonly devoured and refined by hellish cultivators. A vast, top-tier ancient civilization, which had inherited eternal glory, was utterly destroyed and reduced to dust of history. Even its core ancestral realm was breached, divided, and suppressed by the powerful forces of hell.
After the Four Suns Heavenly Lord self-destructed, severely injured, and fled, he attempted to rely on the remnants of the Primordial Realm's array to hold out and put up a last-ditch resistance. However, with the personal intervention of the Supreme Yama, the Supreme Yama Path collapsed, and the remaining divine array shattered instantly. In the end, this Heavenly Lord, who had guarded the Radiant Sun Civilization for countless years, was dismembered and suppressed by the combined forces of two undying and immeasurable supreme beings, and his divine soul was sealed.
By the time Murong Huan and Yan Mingjun led the Heavenly Court reinforcements to the battlefield, everything had already been settled.
Everywhere was a scene of devastation and bloodshed. The cultivators of the three races roamed freely in the hellish landscape, wantonly slaughtering the remaining spirits and devouring souls. The cries of agony filled the air, and the starry river was stained red. The tragic scene was shocking.
On the Heavenly Court's side, the Lord of the Hall of Truth, the Ancestor of Merchants, and other veteran supreme beings, unwilling to see the ancient civilization perish, stepped forward immediately to confront the two immortal giants, Gong Xuanzang and Yama Taishang.
The earth-shaking battle between the four supreme experts shook the entire universe.
The trajectories of countless galaxies were forcibly reversed by supreme power, the order of spacetime collapsed and was rebuilt, and the storm of the Dao swept across the universe. The battle collapsed from the real universe into the void and chaos, and then fought from the void world to the peak of the Heaven of Separation and Hatred. Wherever the aftershocks passed, great realms collapsed, stars were destroyed, and all the heavens trembled.
At the same time, Murong Huan and Yan Mingjun led their Heavenly Court deities to fight against Wen Zhiren, Tiannan Lao Er, Wuwei Shenzun, and a host of other powerful figures from Hell.
Numerous supreme experts engaged in a fierce battle, their great Dao clashing and divine techniques exchanging blows. For a time, they were evenly matched and unable to determine a winner, resulting in an extremely tense stalemate.
Until Haotian made his move, stirring up the battle among the heavens, his supreme divine might swept across the eight wastelands, and his unparalleled aura of being the only one above all under heaven suppressed the ancient star river, instantly slaying five Hell Limitless beings!
The overwhelming divine might of the unparalleled Haotian completely shattered the morale of the Hellish Alliance. The gods of Hell were terrified and filled with fear, no longer daring to advance rashly. Everyone was in danger, fearing that they would become the dead under Haotian's halberd. They all withdrew their attacks and retreated step by step, and the situation on the battlefield was instantly reversed.
"Wen Zhiren! Haotian has arrived in person. Your scheme, in which the entire Netherworld has mobilized its forces, is doomed to fail!"
Murong Huan's body swelled to eight thousand feet, his majestic divine form standing tall in the sea of stars. The Dao of Time around him was intense and dazzling, its light surpassing that of countless intertwined stars. His boundless divine power swept across all directions, exuding a terrifying sense of oppression that crushed all heavens.
He held the Eternal Spear, the most precious treasure of the Temple of Time, its shaft flowing with an eternal divine light of time. With a wave of his hand, several spear beams pierced through millions of miles of void, carrying the power to annihilate all things, and directly attacked Wen Zhiren, the Lord of the Underworld Palace!
Wen Zhiren's expression was cold and stern. He neither retreated nor avoided the situation, and in an instant, he transformed the boundless realm of the underworld.
Millions of miles of starry sky were shrouded in dark, nether energy, transforming into a desolate netherworld. Countless corpses floated within, the air thick with yin energy and deathly aura. Murong Huan's deadly spear thrust into the netherworld, but was instantly entangled, devoured, and dissolved by the endless corpses and the laws of annihilation, its power greatly diminished.
"Murong Huan, don't be so arrogant!"
Wen Zhiren's eyes concealed an extreme fear of Haotian, his heart already filled with dread. Yet, his words remained defiant, refusing to yield to the imposing aura of the Underworld. He coldly retorted, "Even if Haotian is unparalleled in the world, he is currently caught in the crossfire of our realm's powerful forces! I do not believe that after so many battles, he still has the strength to intervene in this conflict!"
Before he finished speaking, Wen Zhiren activated the Netherworld Clan's Celestial Venerable-level divine power, "Eternal Netherworld of Myriad Realms."
The boundless dark and gloomy energy converged into a thick, nebulous tide of annihilation, covering millions of miles of star field. With the power to bury the heavens and the earth and seal away eternity, it pressed down fiercely on Murong Huan, attempting to freeze the entire space-time and obliterate all life.
Murong Huan's expression was solemn as he rapidly spun the Eternal Spear in his hand, unleashing his vast divine power.
Behind him, in the void, the ancient and solemn phantom of the Temple of Time slowly emerged, suppressing the order of time throughout eternity and controlling the light and time of all heavens.
With a thrust of his spear, a pure and supreme light of time traversed the sea of stars, piercing through layers of deathly aura and precisely striking the eternally silent tide of the myriad realms.
The Dao of Time and the Heavenly Dao of the Underworld clashed violently, annihilating each other. Nearly ten million miles of void shattered and exploded like a glass mirror. A torrent of boiling and violent Dao principles raged in all directions, turning the entire star field into a cosmic volcano that never stopped erupting, with destructive shockwaves sweeping in all directions.
Both of them were at the peak of the Great Freedom and Boundless Realm, with comparable cultivation and similar foundations.
They repeatedly traversed and fought between the real universe and the void of chaos, unleashing their supernatural powers and vying for supremacy, yet they could never completely suppress each other, and the battle fell into a long stalemate.
Unbeknownst to anyone, in the distant, deep void, a shadowy figure had been lying in wait for a long time, coldly observing the chaotic battle of the gods.
Ling Che stood on the twelfth-grade world-destroying black lotus, his body completely concealed by the auspicious and lucky destiny treasure and the divine light of the world-destroying black lotus, making it difficult even for a great spiritual power master like Tian Yuan Wuque to detect his presence.
After drinking the essence of Yu Jingzhen with the God-Slaying Spear, Ling Che's demonic spiritual power underwent a complete transformation and sublimation. His Dao foundation was perfected and his foundation was abundant. He was only one step away from stepping into the realm of perfect perfection and ascending to the ranks of the strongest spiritual power among all the heavens.
He did not rush to show himself and take action, but instead quietly observed the entire battle.
On this battlefield, remnants of the Quantity Organization, powerful figures from Hell, and high-ranking officials from Heaven have all gathered. With all forces intertwined, this is the perfect opportunity to wipe them all out and reap the benefits.
Ling Che coldly surveyed the chaotic battle of gods, his heart filled with contempt and disdain.
"These old things, who have lived for millions of years, are all good at hiding their talents and protecting themselves, hoarding their secrets. They are experts in internal wars but incompetent in external wars. No wonder the Heavenly Court has suffered repeated defeats and lost its territory inch by inch."
In his eyes, people like Murong Huan, Yu Jingzhen, and Yan Mingjun are skilled in internal strife and political maneuvering, but once they face the overwhelming offensive of the Hell Realm, they become timid and easily defeated.
Such a person, who only knows how to protect himself and is preoccupied with power struggles, is not worthy of holding a high position and wielding the power of the temple.
"Such a mediocre character, rather than lingering in the heavens and causing chaos in the war, should simply fade away with the Thunder Punishment Heavenly Venerable, returning to dust and ashes completely."
With his mind made up, Ling Che stopped hesitating and raised his hand to summon one treasure after another.
Four array plates, four array platforms, four array flags, and four precious mirrors rose into the air one after another, hovering in the four star fields, corresponding to the four extreme positions of the universe.
Finally, a fierce and terrifying array diagram, inscribed with the ultimate killing Dao patterns, unfolded in the air. Four swords of different shapes, with concealed sharpness and hidden world-destroying divine power, floated at the array's core. The swords were ancient and heavy, their sword intent spanning the past and present. Their killing intent was dormant and unyielding, yet they carried a forbidden pressure that could destroy all heavens.
"Neither copper, nor iron, nor steel, it once hid beneath Mount Sumeru; without the reversal of yin and yang forging, how could it lack the tempering of water and fire? It brings the benefit of slaying immortals, the death of killing immortals, and the red light that ensnares immortals everywhere; its transformations are infinitely wondrous, and even the blood of the Great Luo Immortals stains their robes!"
Ling Che softly recited the ancient verses that had been passed down through the heavens, his eyes gleaming with a sharp light, his heart surging with excitement.
This Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation is a forbidden formation he forged by exhausting his mastery of formation techniques and consuming countless divine materials. It is also one of his three trump cards, and was personally deduced, refined, and perfected by his true self.
Unlike the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation, the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation is a top-ranking forbidden killing formation in the legends of the heavens!
With this formation alone, he is enough to be among the top formation masters in the heavens, and to dominate the boundless battlefield.
On the vast and desolate battlefield of the starry sky, Ling Che slowly unfolded the overall diagram of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, following the origin of the universe and the orbital patterns of the stars.
The sixteen divine artifacts transformed into the foundation of a grand array, scattered in all directions. In an instant, they opened up an unparalleled array barrier that encompassed several light-years of territory and covered trillions of miles of starry river, enveloping all the gods from Heaven and Hell who participated in the battle on the battlefield, leaving no one able to escape.
At this moment, the powerful beings of the heavens, who were engaged in a fierce battle, were still immersed in the struggle for the Great Dao and the mutual confrontation and insults, completely unaware that the world-destroying killing intent had quietly descended.
The endless destruction, slaughter, death, and calamity on the battlefield were continuously absorbed and refined by the Immortal Slaughtering Formation Diagram and the four immortal swords.
The destructive power of exploding stars, the deathly aura of fallen gods, the violent calamity of colliding Great Daos, and the desolate deathly aura of destroyed realms were all transformed into nourishment for the great formation.
The power of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation was increasing wildly every moment, layering up and becoming perfectly complete!
In the void, Ling Che sat atop a black lotus, his expression indifferent, a cold smile playing on his lips, calmly surveying the heroes within the formation: "Fight to your heart's content. Once the formation's power is complete, I will show you what the power of the Great Dao's end truly is!"
He closed his eyes to rest, waiting for the great formation to fully charge up. Once the time was right, he could lock down the entire area and harvest all the creatures within the formation.
At some unknown time, the void veins of the entire trillion-mile star field trembled, and endless sword light rose from the depths of the universe's origin, crisscrossing and weaving into a net.
A terrifying array, covering all the battlefields of the heavens and spanning countless ages of the galaxy, was completely manifested in the world, sealing off the four directions of the airspace and isolating all time, space, communication, and escape routes, both inside and outside.
"Boom!"
The array roared, the heavens and earth were locked shut, all the heavens lost their color, and the starry river became silent.
All the gods within the formation instantly sensed impending doom, and their minds trembled violently, their faces filled with fear.
"What's going on?! Who secretly set up such an unparalleled formation?"
"The entire star system has been completely sealed off, spacetime has been isolated, all communication methods have failed, and all contact with the outside world has been severed!"
"This is bad! This great formation contains a forbidden Daoist aura that can end everything; it's actually eroding my divine body and obliterating my foundation of the Great Dao!"
Panic cries rose and fell, echoing throughout the battlefield.
A chill ran through everyone's hearts. Only the legendary Supreme Master of Array Dao could possess such a peerless array that spanned billions of miles of starry river and sealed off the starry river.
Among everyone present, the second brother of Tiannan had the highest spiritual power cultivation, and was closest to the Tianyuan Wuque realm.
In this critical moment, he forced himself to remain calm and urged his vast spiritual power to try to penetrate the barrier of the array and explore its origin.
But just as his divine soul power touched the array light, a divine sword suddenly appeared deep in the void, and a jet-black, pure sword aura without the slightest impurity was instantly unleashed.
The sword light was unparalleled, specifically designed to slay the soul, precisely piercing through the mental barrier of the second brother of Tiannan!
"Pfft!"
A piercing scream echoed through the starry sky. Tiannan Lao Er suffered a severe blow to his soul, his seven orifices overflowed with divine blood, his head was in excruciating pain, his body trembled violently, and he collapsed on the spot, his breath almost completely depleted.
From the void, Ling Che's faint, mocking voice rang out, carrying endless contempt, echoing throughout the entire sword formation's airspace: "Second Brother Nan, is it your place to casually pry into the absolute formation I personally set up? This little punishment will teach you a lesson and make you remember your place!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Twelfth-Grade World-Destroying Black Lotus slowly emerged from the void. Ling Che stood on the lotus platform, his posture proud and his aura overwhelming.
Upon recognizing the newcomer, the powerful figures of Hell breathed a sigh of relief. They quickly suppressed their fighting spirit, bowed respectfully, and offered the most obsequious greeting: "So it's the Fiend God! We thought we'd been ambushed by the Heavenly Court. What a false alarm!"
Faced with the flattery and fawning of the hellish giants, Ling Che remained indifferent, merely nodding slightly and ignoring them.
He stood on a black lotus, riding the dark lotus light, traversing the void of the sword formation, and approached the gods of the Heavenly Court directly. His gaze swept over Murong Huan, Yan Mingjun, Yan Wuque of the Array Extinction Palace, and other high-ranking officials of the Heavenly Court. His eyes were filled with murderous intent and his smile was sinister.
"Murong Huan of the Temple of Time, Yan Mingjun of the Temple of Merit, Yan Wuque of the Palace of Annihilation..."
Ling Che laughed loudly, his laughter echoing throughout the sword formation, filled with extreme pleasure and domineering power: "Hahaha! Heaven is truly helping me! Today, I will bury all of you scum here!"
He felt extremely happy.
This net caught quite a few big fish, and even the most carefree and boundless ones were trapped!
If all the powerful and high-ranking but incompetent temple lords were killed, it would be equivalent to severing half of the Heavenly Court's high-level structure. However, it would also indirectly eliminate countless internal troubles for the Heavenly Court.
Ling Che thought to himself, "This time I've cleaned up the mess for the Heavenly Court and Haotian, so I'll have to settle accounts with Haotian afterwards and ask for some compensation!"