Deep within the Stellar River, Gods and Devils waged war. The battlefield was tragically brutal, blood staining the starry sky.
Jiuyou, Ning Chen, and Taishang had all been wounded. On both battlefields, each side fought for its life.
Just as Ning Chen set foot in the Divine Domain and gathered all his power, Ghost Qi surged in from afar, and the Immortal Corpse Procession appeared once more in the world.
From within the Immortal Palanquin, Underworld King Yama emerged in a bright red wedding gown. Ghost Qi roiled around her, stronger than ever before.
As the years changed, Underworld King Yama's cultivation had gradually recovered to its former peak. With every gesture, heaven and earth trembled in upheaval.
Taishang and Yama met once more. The grudges of the ancient era had endured to this day. Without a single extra word, killing intent filled the heavens.
Underworld King Yama waved her hand, and violet light blazed. Yama Emperor, the peerless divine artifact of the underworld, reappeared.
In the blink of an eye, Taishang and Yama crossed paths. Divine artifacts collided, sword light flashing brilliantly.
Chilling light crisscrossed through the void. The two unleashed all their battle prowess, palms like crashing waves and swords like racing thunder.
The clang of metal rang without end. After countless ages, the battle of ancient sovereigns unfolded once again.
Outside the battlefield, Ning Chen watched the two fight, unable to conceal the shock in his expression.
After a thousand years, he had gradually come to understand both their identities—and why Yama and Taishang bore such astonishing hatred for one another.
The killing intent in their eyes had grown so dense it could not be dissolved. It was a battle to the death.
"Yama, Taishang, it has been a long time. Have you both been well?"
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