Mythological Authority Appears! Fall? Resurrection!

On the battlefield, due to the vast disparity in power, the Heavenly Court resisted with all their might, but against the Wing King's Quasi-Saint Realm strength, they had no power to fight back—every single breath saw over a hundred million Heavenly Soldiers and Generals fall.

Yet, just as the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals perished, majestic heavenly might descended from the Nine Heavens, and the Heavenly Court Phantom seemed to cross realms, an incomparable force sublimating. A mark appeared to take shape on Di Jun's brow, and in an instant, the fallen Heavenly Soldiers and Generals were directly resurrected!

Resurrected!

For every one that died, one was resurrected. The Wing King's slaughter couldn't even keep pace with the resurrection of the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals!

"Resurrection! True resurrection! Even those whose True Spirits were erased have been revived."

"How is this possible!"

"After an Innate Divine Being is conceived, a brand remains in heaven and earth. If the brand isn't removed, revival is possible, but at most one to three times before they vanish completely. These ants are so weak—how can they keep reviving? And they've been revived countless times!"

"This is practically a Sage's authority!"

"What is the Heavenly Court hiding? What kind of technique is this!?"

"Unbelievable, absolutely unbelievable!"

Gasps and clicks of tongues!

Dizziness!

Shock and terror!

Every Primordial Continent powerhouse and great being was utterly incredulous, unable to believe their eyes. Shouts and gasps erupted from all corners of the Primordial Continent.

Some even had their auras waver from the sheer shock, and faint tremors or sounds could be detected spreading across the Primordial Continent.

The authority of a Mythological Imperial Dynasty: undying and indestructible!

All beings of the Heavenly Court could never die, could never be destroyed!

"Your Majesty lives eternal! The Heavenly Court prospers forever!"

"Your Majesty lives eternal! The Heavenly Court prospers forever!"

Seeing this, the Heavenly Court's subjects grew even more fervent, roaring with battle cries, then abandoning long-range bombardment to charge straight into the Purple Mansion army and engage in close combat.

I'm fucking undying and indestructible—who am I afraid of? Come on! Fight to the death!

Especially around the Wing King, where the Ten Heavenly Sages led nearly a trillion troops to encircle him in a tight ring. The sheer number made even the Wing King's scalp tingle.

Numbers weren't scary—ants could be killed as many as needed—but if these ants could resurrect, that was fucking absurd and terrifying. Even as a Quasi-Saint Realm expert, the Wing King was still panicking.

"..."

The Wing King.

Dazed and confused.

Even though his Quasi-Saint Dao Fruit connected heaven and earth, and the Great Dao Power flowed endlessly, at this moment, staring at the ocean-like, boundless tide of Heavenly Soldiers and Generals, the Wing King suddenly felt he might be worn down to death.

"This is impossible! This Seat doesn't believe it! This Seat doesn't believe it! How can they revive infinitely? Every revival must consume Heavenly Court Destiny or something else!"

The stunned East King Duke, face flushed red, roared in a low voice.

But soon, in less than a breath, East King Duke fell silent.

Consumption?

Consume your mother!

The battlefield had already turned into a meat grinder. Beings were falling every moment—Purple Mansion soldiers fell, and even more Heavenly Court soldiers fell, since the Heavenly Court side feared no death. Some, severely injured, even killed themselves to revive with full health and continue fighting.

The Purple Mansion side was pissing themselves. Many powerhouses felt their scalps go numb, terror flickering in their eyes.

Tell me, how the hell could there be consumption?

Consumption my ass!

There was no way there could be consumption!

Their momentum was like a rainbow!

Surging and majestic!

Through battle and life-and-death experience, combined with surging morale, a massive number of Heavenly Soldiers and Generals directly broke through to higher realms. Countless auras intertwined and converged, instantly boosting the Heavenly Court Destiny. In turn, this feedback caused the soldiers' auras to undergo earth-shattering growth.

"???"

The Purple Mansion army.

Not only are you unkillable, but you also grow stronger with battle?

How the hell are we supposed to fight this!

Countless Purple Mansion experts nearly broke down. Even those who had cultivated for endless ages felt their minds go blank, their Dao Hearts on the verge of collapse. Some of the more cowardly had already secretly slipped away from the battlefield, too terrified to continue fighting.

They were scared!

Truly scared!

Can't kill them, can't beat them—faced with such a foregone conclusion, who could keep their resolve unshaken? Who could maintain their composure?

"..."

Let alone others, even East King Duke himself was dazed and unresponsive, utterly unable to understand why, when victory had seemed certain before they came, it had turned into this—why it had come to this.

The change was too great, the shift too drastic—it completely exceeded East King Duke's expectations and surpassed his imagination.

"Your Majesty."

At that moment, Taiyi looked to Di Jun, his eyes seeking instruction.

"Kill them all."

Understanding Taiyi's intent, Di Jun cast a glance at the five heavily wounded and immobilized Pan Wang and his companions, then at Wing King, who was still under siege. His expression calm, he spoke lightly.

All of them. Killed.

East King Duke was kept alive to serve as a target, but these people held no value whatsoever. If not killed, were they to be kept around for the New Year? Since they dared to offend his Heavenly Court, then—death.

"Yes!"

Taiyi acknowledged.

"You dare!"

East King Duke, still dazed and disoriented, sensed the killing intent and snapped back to reality. His face darkened with cold fury as he spoke flatly.

"This battle can't go on. The secret to their immortality must lie with Di Jun, but with Nuwa and the others showing this level of strength, no one knows what Di Jun is truly capable of. Morale is shattered. There's no need to take risks. I'll prepare and wipe out the Heavenly Court another time."

The thought flashed through his mind as East King Duke made a decisive choice. He stepped forward, crossing the Purple Mansion and traversing the boundless void to descend upon the battlefield, completely forgetting his pre-battle declaration that he would not act unless Di Jun did.

Pushed to this point, if he didn't act now, the entire Purple Mansion would be annihilated. How could he afford to care about such things at a time like this? Face was important, but not as important as his own foundation!

"Di Jun, let it end here. Do not force My hand. This battle is over."

His face cold, East King Duke raised a hand, and the Star Imprint on Thunder King appeared in his grasp. Gazing at Di Jun's projection across the void, he spoke with an expressionless tone.

"You say fight, so we fight. You say end, so it ends. Who do you think you are? And what gives you the audacity to speak so insolently to Imperial We?"

Di Jun's smile faded. His eyes turned deep and majestic, imperial might surging as his sovereign presence rose. With an expression neither sorrowful nor joyful, his gaze fell upon East King Duke as he slowly rose to his feet.

You? Worthy?

Weng!!!

Seeing this, East King Duke did not hesitate. He directly crushed the imprint in his hand. In an instant, the canopy of the Primordial Wilderness turned to darkness, and boundless starlight cascaded down. Projections of Ancient Stars densely filled the sky.

Countless rays of starlight converged upon East King Duke, as if undergoing an ultimate sublimation. His aura surged and climbed rapidly, reaching the late Quasi-Saint Realm in just a few breaths.

Though his aura was somewhat unstable, it was still the late Quasi-Saint Realm!

"Di Jun, I am the Head of Male Immortals personally appointed by the Dao Ancestor. This Seat has said: this battle ends here. Do not refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit!"

East King Duke spoke calmly, his voice flat yet carrying a rising undercurrent of murderous intent.

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