On the battlefield, Origin Ghost's blood stained the starry sky. After his death, every drop of blood seemed to come alive, hissing as it transformed into bizarre little creatures covered in multicolored fur, fleeing in all directions across the universe.
Fang Yang swung his blade once more, annihilating every one of those creatures. Unlike the corpses of Origin God and the Chaos monster, he had no intention of keeping the remains of these beings that had long since been tainted by curses.
As the battle finally came to an end, Fang Yang was the only living being left on the entire battlefield. The three monsters once created by the Underworld had all been thoroughly suppressed and slain.
Only the Heaven-Reaching Nether Treasure remained. After the Chaos monster died, it spun in place, its surface smooth and lustrous as jade. Its pitch-black body was veiled beneath a pearly white radiance, and it did not leave the battlefield.
"A weapon forged by Nether Venerable in the past is indeed no weaker than the Undying Heavenly Blade. Why didn't you summon Nether Venerable's phantom to fight me?"
As Fang Yang spoke with a smile, he extended a Five-Finger Mountain and suppressed this weapon—said to reach the heavens, more mysterious than the Undying Heavenly Blade, and older than the Immortal-Ascension Cauldron—into his palm.
Underworld.
"The rebels have all perished, yet the Heaven-Reaching Nether Treasure has fallen into Fang Yang's hands. What should we do now?"
As a near-enlightened one, the Hall Master of Yama could only sigh helplessly before a powerful young prodigy like Fang Yang. Though he had found the Heaven-Reaching Nether Treasure, he did not dare act rashly.
As the Underworld's nominal ruler, he knew far too many secrets from the past. When Origin God, Origin Ghost, and the Chaos monster had