The Xuanwu Divine Hall's Thirteenth-Tier Divine Venerable Killed in an Instant; One Man Equaled Ten Thousand Sects and Suppressed All under Heaven
Within a radius of ten thousand miles, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was completely disordered and rampant. The air was pressed down by the terrifying power, becoming viscous and stagnant, as if even the flow of time had become slow and heavy.
The 100,000-strong army below the mountain was completely enveloped by this supreme divine power.
Lower-level cultivators in the fourth or fifth realm, or even the sixth or seventh realm, had absolutely no chance to resist. Their bodies were instantly pressed down to the ground by the heavy pressure, and they knelt and prostrated themselves in droves.
Their veins throbbed and spasmed, their blood almost stopped flowing, their heads pressed tightly against the earth, unable to muster even the slightest strength to lift their heads, open their eyes, or breathe; all that remained in their hearts was the ultimate fear and despair from the depths of their souls.
The twenty-odd experts at the Twelfth Realm, and several top giants from the Southern Domain who had undergone the Stellar Eighth Metamorphosis or Ninth Metamorphosis transformation of the Stellar Realm, were now as pale as paper, their blood and qi surging wildly, their protective Dao Resonance swaying precariously, and their bodies retreating uncontrollably. Everyone trembled with fear, their pupils shaking.
This is the Thirteenth Tier!
It is the highest realm that transcends the limits of martial arts in the Ling Dynasty Martial Dao overlooks all living beings. It is a barrier between heaven and earth that they cannot reach even after hundreds of years of arduous cultivation.
Faced with such terrifying, overwhelming power, everyone was certain that Qingfeng Temple would be destroyed today.
That young Daoist priest who stands alone before the mountain gate today will surely perish.
Despite being the center of attention and under immense pressure, Chen Du remained completely unmoved from beginning to end.
He still stood quietly at the foot of the mountain gate stone steps, his simple old Daoist robe, washed white, standing out almost abruptly amidst the violent crushing of the purple divine light.
The fierce winds did not brush against his body, nor did the oppressive force crush his bones.
The entire mountain trembled, hundreds of thousands of people prostrated themselves, and heaven and earth seemed to collapse, yet he alone remained rooted in this place, as steady as a rock, like an ancient, timeless blue stone that had sunk to the bottom of an ancient river.
His body didn't sway at all, and not even the hem of his Daoist robe was lifted up.
He did not deliberately exert his power, nor did he create any barriers to his domain, nor did he even let out a trace of his aura.
However, upon closer inspection, one would discover that he was not entirely devoid of any aura.
Instead, he gathered, compressed, and refined all his own aura, Dao Resonance, and unfathomable cultivation to the extreme.
Others' divine might is overwhelming, sweeping across the entire land, and displaying its power to the fullest extent;
His aura was suppressed to an extremely fine, sharp, and pure degree, like a peerless needle piercing through the void.
It concealed all its brilliance and power, neither overturning mountains and rivers nor suppressing the masses, but focused solely on the God Venerable being in mid-air, precise, cold, and piercing, silently confronting the vast purple light that filled the sky.
This wisp of energy, as faint as a needle, silently pierced through layers of purple divine light barriers and quietly entered the depths of the God Venerable's sea of consciousness.
The next second, the God Venerable who hung high in the air, overlooking all living beings, and who was proud and peerless, suddenly froze!
The dark purple divine light surging throughout his body suddenly froze for a moment.
He felt as if he were imprisoned, his blood, Dao Resonance, and laws all abruptly stopped, and a terrifying storm, capable of overturning his understanding, surged in his mind!
Although both are at the Thirteenth Tier, their cultivation foundation, Dao body level, and the degree of refinement of their laws are completely different, like heaven and earth!
Only now did the God Venerable clearly realize how superficial his Thirteenth Tier cultivation, which allowed him to dominate the world and crush the Southern Domain, truly was.
His power was like rough iron freshly forged from a furnace, mixed with countless impurities, loose and superficial, possessing only a grand momentum but empty inside. It seemed vast and boundless, but in reality, it had a shallow foundation and was easily defeated.
However, Chen Du's extremely subtle aura was the supreme refined iron that had undergone countless refinements. It was pure and flawless, extremely condensed, and profoundly ancient. Every inch of its Dao Resonance was filled with a foundation that could crush its peers.
The gap is so large it's despairing!
What truly terrified and terrified him was the unknown law contained within that aura.
That was a supreme Dao principle that he had never seen or touched before, even after living through countless ages and traversing numerous secret realms.
The calamity that destroys everything and the divine thunder that tears everything apart—two extremely domineering and completely unified supreme powers—are perfectly intertwined and coexist in harmony.
Destruction contains new life, and annihilation gives birth to order. All the calamities of heaven and earth and the might of thunder throughout the ages are condensed into this wisp of subtle energy, pressing heavily on his sea of consciousness, causing his soul to tremble and his Dao heart to collapse.
One second he was high and mighty, a smirk of indifferent amusement and regret on his lips.
One second he was certain that the young genius would eventually perish, and he considered himself to be in charge of order and to decide life and death.
Just a moment ago, he lamented that there was no fairness in the world, that the strong set the rules, and that he was the strong one today.
In just a moment, all arrogance, conceit, conceit, and sense of superiority shattered completely!
Ridiculous.
Utterly ridiculous.
His so-called Thirteenth Tier divine power was pitifully insignificant in front of the boy before him.
His so-called order of the strong is absurdly ridiculous in the face of a true supreme Dao body.
He was a beginner at the Early Stage of the Thirteenth Tier, barely stepping into this Ling Dynasty, yet he considered himself the number one.
But this young man, not yet fifty, had already reached Peak Stage that he could never even look up to.
In their eyes, I'm probably not even a lackey or an ant.
Immense panic, extreme regret, and bone-chilling cold instantly swept over the God Venerable's limbs and bones, freezing every inch of his blood and every strand of his Dao heart.
The cold, stern face, suspended high in the air, instantly lost all color, turning deathly pale and stiff.
He stiffly lowered his eyes, gazing at the slender, unassuming figure below the mountain, his lips trembling uncontrollably.
All arrogance, domineering attitude, and supreme demeanor vanished.
He wanted to speak, to yield, to beg for mercy, to extract all the details, to find out exactly what kind of terrifying being the other was, and why he was hiding in this ordinary, unremarkable Daoist temple.
But Chen Du gave him no chance to change his mind, beg for mercy, or catch his breath.
Everyone held their breath; the world was deathly silent.
Chen Du slowly raised his right hand.
A deep, resonant sword cry erupted from the void, piercing through heaven and earth.
A divine sword, entirely black, appeared out of thin air and landed steadily in his palm.
The sword's blade is ancient and heavy, lacking dazzling brilliance, yet covered with crisscrossing, flowing ancient patterns. On the jet-black sword body, dark gold tribulation patterns and dark purple lightning patterns intertwine and interweave, endlessly flowing with a forbidden aura of destroying all things.
At the cold blade's edge, dark gold and dark purple light intertwined and flowed, extremely sharp, as if capable of severing mountains and rivers, tearing apart laws, and shattering the heavens.
Thirteenth Tier divine sword, its very existence is enough to command respect.
In the next instant, the entire domain of laws was poured into the sword's edge without reservation!
The Ninefold Perfection of the Tribulation Source Law!
The Second Domain of the Divine Firmament Thunder Source Law!
The Law of Thunder, Dual Domains!
The power of the three laws overlapped and merged, with endless Calamity Qi and eternal thunderous might all converging within a single sword strike.
A terrifying Dao Resonance quietly rose, yet it did not spread in all directions, but instead condensed entirely within the three-foot-long sword.
Primordial Tribulation-Extinguishing Sword, Third Form: Tribulation Thunder Annihilates the World!
Chen Du lowered his wrist slightly and slowly swung his sword.
The instant the sword was swung, the entire clear sky suddenly dimmed, the sun and moon disappeared, the light of day vanished, and the world instantly plunged into a dark and deathly silence.
A deafening roar, echoing for miles around, suddenly exploded!
Endless calamity clouds rapidly converged from all directions, layer upon layer, thick and boundless, covering the entire sky above Qingfeng Mountain and completely shrouding the surrounding area for tens of thousands of miles.
Within the thick tribulation clouds, dark purple divine lightning surged, exploded, and roared wildly, while dark golden Heavenly Dao Calamity Qi intertwined and swirled, its supreme pressure of destruction and annihilation locking onto the single God Venerable in mid-air.
Nine Dark-Gold Tribulation Swords, refined to their utmost perfection, emerged from the void and instantly merged into the thick tribulation clouds.
The next second, nine terrifying tribulation lightning bolts, as thick as mountains and interwoven with purple and gold, tore through the clouds with unparalleled power capable of destroying the heavens and the earth, and with the force of destruction, crashed down on the God Venerable!
Lightning bolts pierced the sky, and the Calamity Qi burned the heavens!
The God Venerable in mid-air had long been completely consumed by fear.
Faced with a life-or-death situation, he exhausted his last bit of mental strength, burning all his cultivation and overdrawing his life's foundation, squeezing out all the purple divine light within his body to condense a dark purple divine shield ten thousand feet thick above his head.
The shield was vast and magnificent, radiating brilliant spiritual light. It was the strongest defense he could activate at the Early Stage the Thirteenth Tier, enough to withstand the combined fierce attack of dozens of Stellar Ninth Transformation experts.
But in the face of the devastating tribulation lightning, this seemingly indestructible divine shield is as fragile as paper.
Snap! There was no stalemate, no resistance whatsoever.
The thick purple shield crumbled at the first touch, instantly shattering into countless points of light that vanished into the void, not even lasting a moment.
Nine terrifying bolts of tribulation lightning crashed down with unstoppable force, all striking the body of the God Venerable!
A deafening thud exploded as the God Venerable was blasted away by the endless lightning tribulation. His body, like a kite with a broken string, plummeted to the ground amidst a sky full of blood mist and shattered divine light.
His body crashed through the defensive formation formed by more than a dozen sect leaders behind him, causing the powerful figures to churn with blood, cough up blood, and fly backward.
The force of the impact continued as it plummeted to the ground, smashing through several rocks and flattening a small hill at its base before finally crashing into a rocky depression, creating a huge crater and sending debris and dust flying everywhere.
Smoke and dust filled the air, and rocks and soil collapsed.
After a long while, the smoke and dust slowly dissipated.
The God Venerable collapsed amidst the rubble in the deep pit, his divine body cracked and covered in blood, his purple divine light completely dimmed and dissipated.
The Thirteenth Tier law power flowing around him was shattered by a single sword strike, with ninety-nine percent of it broken. His foundation was damaged, his cultivation collapsed, his meridians were severed, and his bones were broken.
He struggled with all his might, trying to prop himself up, but his fingertips trembled slightly, and he completely lost the strength to even lift his hand or his head.
His mangled body clung tightly to the pile of rubble. He struggled to lift his eyes, gazing at the unsullied figure of the sword-wielding youth in mid-air. His eyes were filled with extreme horror, endless disbelief, and utter despair.
A gurgling sound came from his throat, his broken vocal cords writhed with difficulty, and his lips trembled repeatedly for a long time before he managed to squeeze out a few broken, incoherent, and indistinct words:
No... it's impossible...
You're clearly... not even fifty years old...
How could he be... this strong...?
The world was silent; no one answered.
Chen Du swayed slightly, stepped through the air, and landed steadily in front of the deep pit. He looked down at the God Venerable who was on the verge of extinction.
His expression was calm, devoid of sorrow or joy, lacking the arrogance of a victor and the ruthlessness of a killer; he remained as serene as still water from beginning to end.
Faced with the other party's resentment and despair, he remained silent.
Silence is the ultimate form of crushing.
The next instant, he raised his hand, and the divine sword swung lightly.
This sword strike had no fancy moves, no earth-shattering phenomena, and required no domain enhancement. It was simply a casual slash, gently infusing the remaining residual power of the Tribulation Source Law into the sword's edge.
A crisp, icy sound of wind breaking through the air echoed through the mountains and fields. The sword light flashed and disappeared in an instant, clean and swift, without the slightest hesitation.
Blood gushed out, and the head rolled on the ground.
The God Venerable's eyes, filled with disbelief and resentment until death, were frozen in place, devoid of any remaining light.
A powerful Thirteenth Tier expert who swept across the Southern Domain, intimidated the Ling Dynasty, and proclaimed himself the God Venerable of Destiny, fell in an instant and perished at the Qingfeng Mountain.
At this moment, the 100,000-strong army below the mountain, the dozen or so sect leaders, and all the powerful spectators watching from a hundred miles away were completely frozen in place.
The entire room was deathly silent; you could hear a pin drop.
Those dozen or so sect leaders, who were usually arrogant and conceited, were now ashen-faced, their bodies ice-cold, their minds completely shattered.
Some people's legs buckled, and they knelt heavily on the ground, trembling all over, completely giving up all resistance.
Some people were so terrified that their souls nearly left their bodies, and they instinctively turned and fled in a frenzy, not daring to linger for even a moment longer.
The army of 100,000 men at the foot of the mountain remained prostrate on the ground, their heads pressed against the soil, completely devoid of the courage to even look up at that figure.
They finally understood that everyone knew Qingfeng Temple had an ordinary lineage and basic foundation, lacking the accumulation of ancient sects and the spiritual veins of millennia.
The reason why this ordinary little Daoist temple remained undefeated for three years and became famous throughout the world was not because the temple was extraordinary.
It is simply because there is one person in the temple, one person who is superior to all sects and suppresses the whole world.
Chen Du sheathed his sword and channeled it into his sea of consciousness, his posture as upright as ever.
He never looked back at the fleeing enemy, the kneeling army, or the desolate landscape.
The evening breeze swept through the mountain gate, fluttering the hem of his faded Daoist robe.
He walked calmly, turned around, and slowly made his way towards the serene and peaceful Qingfeng Temple.
Amidst the chaos of war, facing an overwhelming foe, a mighty army of 100,000.
Today's battle has brought everything to a close.