Primordial Heavenly Dao Suppresses Kunpeng, Spirit Treasure Acquired

"Northern Darkness True Water! Nine Heavens Gale!"

The supremely yin and frigid Northern Darkness True Water and the all-tearing Nine Heavens Gale were triggered simultaneously, transforming into a vast, gray, enormous spiral force imbued with an aura of annihilation, like a heavenly millstone, hurtling toward Guiyuan with ferocious momentum!

Wind and Water combined strike!

This was one of Kunpeng's ultimate Primordial Unity Golden Immortal realm great divine abilities!

Faced with this combined strike capable of crushing an ordinary Primordial Unity Golden Immortal, the corner of Guiyuan's mouth curled into a faint, almost imperceptible arc.

With a thought, his blood qi and lifespan seethed as if ablaze.

Three hundred thousand years of lifespan were instantly burned away.

"Eight Gods Return to the Ultimate!"

Hum! Hum! Hum!...

A series of eight figures split off from Guiyuan's main body, their auras, cultivation levels, and even Dao rhythms identical to the original!

A full eight clones possessing peak Primordial Unity Golden Immortal combat power!

Even Kunpeng, with his vast experience, was nearly shocked into losing his composure!

He knew of techniques to split off avatars, but to instantly produce eight clones with power completely equal to the main body—this was utterly unheard of!

Sorry, Guiyuan thought only this in his heart. He had nothing in abundance but lifespan.

A thousand-year king, a ten-thousand-year turtle? He was the North Sea Black Tortoise, an Innate Being, his Origin Foundation being an endless lifespan!

If not for the great tribulations of the world, living until the end of the universe itself wouldn't be a problem.

Consuming a mere three hundred thousand years of life?

A drop in the ocean!

The eight clones and the main body—nine figures in total—moved simultaneously, their hands forming profound and unfathomable seals.

An aura that transcended the Primordial Unity realm, as if originating from before heaven and earth were divided, began to spread, causing the waters of the entire Northern Darkness to freeze still!

"Primordial Heavenly Dao!"

Guiyuan's main body and the eight clones shouted in unison.

This was the supreme art he had personally received from Fang Han in the Eternal Life World, a paramount technique that condensed the embryonic forms of two thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine great Dao divine abilities!

Although limited by his realm, Guiyuan could not unleash even a ten-thousandth of its true might, but with nine embryonic "Primordial Heavenly Dao" strikes working together.

Their momentum and power already pressed close to the Daluo realm!

Boom—!!!

Kunpeng's confident Wind and Water combined strike, before these nine attacks.

Was like snow and ice meeting a blazing sun; without even stirring a single ripple, it shattered completely!

Yet the might of the nine Primordial Heavenly Dao strikes did not diminish in the slightest. Like nine divine pillars of Primordial spanning the sky, they instantly sealed off all space for Kunpeng to dodge—above, below, left, right, every direction!

Including the strike launched by Guiyuan's main body, nine attacks sealed off every avenue of retreat!

No matter how fast your Peng Strike technique, with heaven and earth locked tight, where could you flee?

Kunpeng's expression shifted drastically, and a trace of fear finally appeared in his eyes.

He let out a wild roar, his Wind and Water qi surging madly, forming layer upon layer of shields, and at the same time, he chose a direction where a seemingly weaker clone attacked, gritted his teeth, and charged straight into it!

He had to break through!

"Boom—!!!"

A sound of extreme dullness erupted.

At the direction Kunpeng had chosen, the might of the Primordial Heavenly Dao slammed solidly into his Protective Spiritual Power.

The shield, capable of withstanding several fierce attacks from an equal, shattered like paper before the Primordial Heavenly Dao!

"Ugh—ah!"

Kunpeng felt an irresistible, colossal force strike his body; his five viscera and six bowels seemed to be displaced, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

Like a falling meteor, he was viciously smashed down, crashing into the Northern Darkness Sea below with a thunderous impact!

Towering waves surged skyward, long failing to settle.

Just as Kunpeng smashed into the sea surface and the waves soared to the heavens.

A sudden change occurred!

A streak of black light shot out from the churning seawater without warning, faster than lightning!

The black light grew as it met the wind, instantly transforming into a massive nest.

Forged entirely from Northern Darkness Profound Ice and various divine metal essences, it radiated a bone-chilling, soul-freezing cold, carrying the momentum of ten thousand jun, and slammed down fiercely toward Guiyuan's head!

It was the Acquired Treasure Kunpeng had secretly activated.

The Kunpeng Nest!

The cold aura of the Kunpeng Nest rippled outward, freezing even the air into fine ice crystals wherever it passed—its power was indeed extraordinary.

Yet, Guiyuan seemed to have anticipated this move.

Without even lifting his head, he turned his palm and struck upward toward the sky.

Within his palm was not vast magical power, but the fierce Sha Qi that had settled in the North Sea for countless eons!

Above the North Sea.

The chaotic Sha Qi, already stirred into turmoil by the earlier Lightning Tribulation and battle, converged like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, transforming into a gray-black torrent tinged with ominous dark red—a flood of destruction!

"Twilight of the Gods!"

This technique contained the profound meaning of world-ending cataclysm, divided into death, decay, decline, destruction, and ruin.

It could extinguish the Taiyi Dao foundation, and even spiritual treasures would be corroded under this path!

Boom!

The gray-black-red torrent of Sha Qi collided fiercely with the Kunpeng Nest, which carried a vast tide of cold.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a grating "sizzling" sound.

The immense cold tide was rapidly eroded and dissolved by the Sha Qi, while the profound light condensed from the Kunpeng Nest's body dimmed visibly, its spiritual nature greatly damaged!

"Pfft—"

Almost simultaneously, the Kunpeng, who had just burst out from the seabed, staggered, his face turning pale as another mouthful of blood spilled forth.

This Kunpeng Nest was a treasure refined with his heart and spirit; now defiled by the fierce Sha Qi, his spirit was wounded, and he felt the pain as if it were his own.

Watching the nest, its spiritual light dimmed and even showing faint signs of corrosion on its surface.

The Kunpeng felt a piercing sting—this was his life's work, forged with countless efforts!

Seeing Guiyuan's gaze turn cold, as if even more ruthless techniques were about to be unleashed, how could the Kunpeng dare to continue fighting?

He hurriedly raised his hands high, not even bothering to wipe the golden blood from the corner of his mouth, and shouted with urgency and helplessness:

"Stop! Fellow Daoist Guiyuan, stop! No more fighting, no more fighting! I... admit defeat! This spiritual treasure is rightfully yours!"

His voice echoed over the North Sea, carrying a clear note of surrender.

The Kunpeng's heart was now a stormy sea, with no trace of competitive spirit left.

These few exchanges in battle had shaken him far more than anything he had witnessed in countless eons.

How could this old turtle, Guiyuan, have mastered so many divine abilities of such terrifying power?!

The Dao laws were like materials—knowing they existed was one thing, but combining and deducing them into divine abilities of immense power required endless time for trial, insight, and refinement.

He, the Kunpeng, considered himself gifted, mastering techniques like the Wind and Water combined strike, Return to the Void, and Peng Strike.

Each was honed through countless battles and seclusions.

But what about Guiyuan?

He casually unleashed several terrifying divine abilities.

Each technique was a complete system, overwhelmingly powerful, as if he had rehearsed them millions of times—effortless and natural!

How could this be the work of a "newcomer" who had just awakened after sleeping for countless eons?

This battle experience was so seasoned, this reserve of divine abilities so vast, it was like someone who had fought their way out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!

Hearing this, Guiyuan's surging aura slowly calmed.

He glanced at the Kunpeng, whose face was full of pain and shock, and said nothing more, merely nodding faintly.

"You yield."

With that, he waved his hand casually, and the Xuanyuan Controlling Water Flag drifted into Guiyuan's grasp. He probed it with his divine sense.

"Indeed, the Xuanyuan Controlling Water Flag! A top-grade innate spiritual treasure."