Chapter 892: Chapter 615: Shaking Mystic Sky, Stirring the Eight Directions
As dawn descended, subtle tremors could be felt across every corner of the Mystic Sky Domain, with some areas shaking so violently it seemed as though the apocalypse had come. Countless natives stepped outside, gazing towards the source of the quake, expressions awash with shock.
"Another Eight Realms clash?"
"Since the arrival of the Divine Alliance, there’s been no peace in the Mystic Sky Realm. Every now and then the ground has to shudder three times."
"The Mystic Sky Continent was wrought by Divines. In the past, even when Great Powers battled, it would scarcely budge the continent. Now, just a battle between Eight Realms cultivators turns the land upside down. The era has changed."
"Let’s hope the war ends soon."
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Wind and Fire Department.
"Qiu Kuangyi is dead, Lei Wanliu is dead, and over thirty thousand Divine Race warriors perished as well."
Fang Xingyu listened as information from Yin Jiujiao arrived from the frontlines, her hands unconsciously slowing their movements.
Taking advantage of this moment,
the Yaochi Immortal plunged the Cosmic Light Sword into her own chest, propelling the tremendous sword with her essence blood to unleash a strike powerful enough to heavily wound an ordinary Eight Realms expert, forcing Fang Xingyu to retreat.
Her constitution was truly unparalleled—any other Seventh Realm powerhouse wouldn’t have had the qualification to wield such a treasure.
"Withdraw!" Yaochi Immortal, through the shared projection from Lu Chenzhou, had already seen the outcome of the battle.
Her mission, too, was complete.
"You won’t escape!"
Fang Xingyu’s long legs ignited, propelling her like a rocket in an instant as she chased them down, dragging a slab-like giant saber, cleaving down with unrelenting force.
Clang!
After the clash of metal, a pair of magnificent white wings, vast enough to blot out the sky, unfurled like a barrier to block the saber’s edge.
The Immortal Crane opened its beak wide and sucked everyone into its belly. Its twin wings spun, flinging off the giant saber; having done all this, its wings drooped—clearly broken.
To withstand the Eight Realms head-on was simply too difficult.
Blood gushed from the Immortal Crane’s breast.
Ten thousand feathers withered and fell.
In a flash of lightning, a Golden Light streaked past, whisking away the Immortal Crane under the lethal second slash. The Golden Light flickered several times in quick succession and vanished into the horizon.
Fang Xingyu did not pursue.
She feared an ambush.
That Lu Chenzhou could slay Lei Wanliu, a pseudo-Eighth Rank who had achieved Dao Enlightenment at Sixth Rank, meant he had enough strength to inflict serious harm upon her as well.
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Eastern Extreme Border Tower.
The Thunder Realm Venerable watched as Emperor Shitian departed into the distance, his face grim. For the Divine Race, this night was nothing short of a catastrophe. One must know, the Divine Race’s numbers were sparse—every member was immeasurably precious, and all possessed elite prowess. In all previous colonial wars, the death of a mere hundred was deemed a heavy loss—but this time, it was over thirty thousand!
And that’s not even counting,
four Early and Middle Stage Realm Kings, two Late Stage Realm Kings, and two Peak Realm Kings.
Though the Divine Alliance possessed deep and ancient roots, it had all been accrued over ages. Yet, shackled by the bloodline Dao, every era could only produce so many Heavenly Realm experts; the loss of eight was a devastating blow.
"Utter humiliation!"
That night, thunder ceaselessly crashed to the earth.
It was the wrath of the bloodlines of the Gods!
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Xuanshan Great World.
A Heaven-reaching Divine Mountain, ten thousand zhang tall and shrouded in clouds, blinked open its eyes, growing massive limbs, and ultimately transformed into a giant clad in beast pelts.
Xuanshan Venerable — Qiu Fu.
An old Eight Realms powerhouse, who had completed Eight Bloodline Awakenings three thousand years ago, and just recently completed the ninth. Only Dao comprehension of Seventh Rank Earth remained, and he would step into the Middle Stage.
Qiu Kuangyi was his eldest son and most gifted child—he had already set his mind on him as heir.
He established contact with the clone of Thunder Realm Venerable.
"Who killed him?"
"Tianxia, Lu Chenzhou."
"He’s advanced to Eight Realms?"
"Not yet, but he’s close enough. Not long ago, the Mystic Sky Continent shook, seemingly due to his Divine Skill. Why, planning to leave Xuanshan and avenge him?"
"He lost. Dead is dead. Revenge is out of the question. But if we let Lu Chenzhou continue growing, we’ll inevitably lose this war..."
"Indeed."
"Convene a meeting of the Venerables. Wake up Elder Brother. The Divine Race stands at the crisis of survival."
...
The Eye of Truth—within the shadows, the host of Evil Gods observing the Divine Alliance’s rout shook their heads in exasperation.
"A mob of rabble."
"Utter uselessness."
"This God is dying of impatience."
"Witch Master, are we not to do anything? Simply watch Lu Chenzhou rise ever stronger?"
An Evil God turned to the Witch.
The Witch’s face was utterly unruffled.
"Do what, exactly? With Lu Chenzhou’s strength, even if we dispatched a Demon Saint, it’d likely accomplish nothing. Should he counter-kill, we’d only deliver him more opportunities to grow stronger. Haven’t you realized? Lu Chenzhou can devour strong souls to grow—he’s the true Evil God!"
"So we do nothing?"
"For now, let the Divine Race and Tianxia wear each other down; we focus on reviving ourselves, and find a way to release the Demigods sealed in worlds across the universe. At present, only Demigods can surely kill Lu Chenzhou."
"Alas."
The Gods sighed.
Only Lord Toad remained silent.
After a moment, he spoke:
"Only Demigods can kill him? I’m not convinced. While Lu Chenzhou hid in Xia Realm, I could do nothing. But now that he’s stepped into Mystic Sky, with Wang Yue Demon Saint’s methods, no matter where he hides, as long as a causal link is found—he can be curse-killed!"
"Go ahead, but make Wang Yue leave the Eye of Truth headquarters before acting. If there’s no curse target, do not lead the enemy back to our base."
The Witch did not object.
After all, it wasn’t his people who would die.
...
"Curse-kill Lu Chenzhou?"
Wang Yue Demon Saint’s eyes blazed with excitement.
After more than a decade of waiting,
he could finally act.
"Leave the Eye of Truth and find a safe place to begin. Wear the Moon Toad Necklace I sent you—this artifact can obscure fate and prevent the enemy from tracking you. I’ve given you three chances to curse-kill. If they all fail, then go hide in the Heavenly Disaster Crack in Heavenly Pond Great World. With a Demigod Domain’s protection, Lu Chenzhou can do nothing to you." Lord Toad spoke blandly.
After all these years of observation, did he not know Lu Chenzhou’s might? But he believed in causality even more!
Wang Yue had Middle Stage of the Eight Realms cultivation and Seventh Rank, Middle Stage-level mastery of the Dao of Causality, and more than a dozen powerful Divine Skills—not much weaker than Blood Demon Grandmother.
If Wang Yue failed, then the Witch’s judgment was correct: right now, they lacked any means to deal with Lu Chenzhou. And Lord Toad would accept his loss.
But should he succeed, it would mean the Witch was useless, unfit to lead the Evil Gods.
The true head of the Gods—it should be Lord Toad!
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Wan Shui Realm.
"Qiu Kuangyi and Lei Wanliu are dead?"
"An Eight Realms combatant under a hundred years old—a true monster... Thankfully Your Majesty was wise, and we never joined the Divine Alliance. Now Tianxia has allied with the Dragon and Phoenix Clans, formed alliances with Southern Heaven and Beidou, and can muster even more Eighth Realm fighting power than the Divine Alliance. The Alliance relies solely on ancient heritage now."
The Sea Dominating Royal Family powerhouses rejoiced inwardly.
Through years of war between Tianxia and the Divine Alliance, they had always remained neutral, watching from the sidelines, secretly investigating Lu Chenzhou, and witnessing his growth with their own eyes.
Sitting upon the throne, Wan Shui Venerable Sovereign opened his eyes.
After a moment’s thought,
he spoke coldly: "Nami, Bodong, the two of you will take one thousand Mountain and Sea Treasures, six Heaven and Earth Treasures, four Spiritual Weapons, four Enlightenment Steles, and one hundred million mid-grade Primordial Stones; journey to the Mystic Sky Realm as envoys to Tianxia, and declare Wan Shui Realm wishes for friendly relations and to jointly resist the Forbidden Zone Evil Gods. At the same time, urge the Divine Alliance to formally apologize to Tianxia and withdraw their troops, lest they squander any more living strength."
In the crowd, a man and a woman—both exuding Peak Realm King aura—stepped forth.
The man had golden hair draped over his shoulders, strikingly handsome and delicate.
The woman was voluptuous and heroic in bearing.
Many powerhouses’ faces changed.
"Your Majesty, are we picking a side so soon? Isn’t it premature? The Divine Alliance has only lost two Peak Realm Kings—"
"Your Majesty, reconsider. This will infuriate the Divine Alliance. Should they win, they’ll surely take revenge on us."
Wan Shui Venerable Sovereign released a terrifying aura.
"I never said we were allying with Tianxia to attack the Divine Alliance. We merely show goodwill to Tianxia for the sake of fighting Evil Gods. As beings of the Great Universe, standing against the Forbidden Zone is an unstoppable tide—it is absolute justice.
We are ourselves of the Divine Race.
The rift with the Human Clan runs deep.
Wait too long to take a stance and you might as well never have spoken. If I have wagered rightly this time, when Lu Chenzhou one day becomes a Great Power, Wan Shui Realm shall rise with him."
...
Meanwhile.
The Green Light Divine Race, Ice Heart Spirit Clan, and Golden Divine Clan all opened discussions about the crushing defeat of the Divine Alliance. Since the Divine War, the Divine Race had never suffered a blow of this magnitude.
They had long been biding their time.
Now, their hearts were resolved.
Yet no one wished to be the first to declare, each waiting for another of the three great Divine Races to make a move.
...
[You have comprehended "Thirty Thousand Thunder Moves"]
[You have comprehended "Flowing Thunder Shattering Star"]
[You have seized the Thunder Dao Divine Skill: "Thunder Dragon Nine Kills"...]
After one hour, the flames atop twelve Nine-Colored Lotuses finally faded. Endless karmic fire refined the Thunder Sea and Lei Wanliu within into a single pearl.
Lu Chenzhou gazed at the Martial Arts Tree.
[Wind and Thunder: Sixth Rank (1%)]
[Dao Divine Skill: Thunder Dragon Nine Kills (Thunder)]
[Quality: Lower Grade·Twenty-four Patterns]
[Level: Top Level (Seventh Realm)]
[Divine Power Introduction: Thunder-type Killing Divine Skill, can summon Divine Thunder to condense nine heads of Destruction Thunder Dragon.]
[Note: The Five Elements Killing Divine Skills can be fused together and evolve into higher quality Killing Divine Skills. If all eight are gathered—metal, wood, water, earth, fire, wind and thunder, and ice—they may be fused into the top-tier Killing Great Divine Power: Five Elements Great Destruction, controlling the Five Elements and commanding Wind and Thunder.]
Lu Chenzhou raised his hand.
Serpents of lightning danced around his fingertips.
Thunderclouds rolled overhead.
Nine living, breathing Thunder God Dragons, beards flowing and scales shining, were summoned. Each alone could unleash five hundred million cauldrons’ power—a volley of nine only slightly weaker than the Nine Tribulation Lotuses in killing might.
"Excellent—this fills the gap in my offensive means. Of the seven divine skills I’ve mastered, only Nine Tribulation Lotus is a killing-type skill—a bit too monotonous."
"A pity, I wasn’t able to seize that divine skill which transforms the body into a Thunder Sea—that’s almost Undying Realm."
"Still, my Withering and Flourishing Dao has reached Sixth Rank. ’Withering and Flourishing Undying Body’ can be further deduced to Eighth Rank; if successful, it could train my flesh to the fabled Blood Rebirth-level Undying Realm."
Mortal, Undying, Immortal, Undestructible, Saint! Among Ancient Heavenly Dragon Sect’s Eight Realms cultivators, their bodies had already reached the third Great Realm.
Lu Chenzhou was close but not there yet.
Playing with the thunder dragon twined on his fingers,
a sudden inspiration struck Lu Chenzhou.
"Transform!"
He intoned the Thirty-Six Transformations Spell, his form turning into a bolt of lightning and diving into the dark clouds. Amidst thunderlight that flooded a radius of ten thousand miles, he suddenly shifted and took the form of a gigantic, hundred-li-long purple Divine Dragon.
This Divine Dragon bore eight wings on its back, a hundred claws on its body, a head like a wild ox, and its entire frame coursed with thick Thunder Magma.
Ancient True Spirit · Nine Heavens Thunder Dragon.
A thunderborn being of innate might.
Although it was only a Fake Spirit Transformation, as his Divine Skills advanced, the Thunder Dragon’s boost pushed Lu Chenzhou’s Wind and Thunder Great Dao to the later stages of Sixth Rank.
Thunder particles in heaven and earth grew even denser. Each thunder dragon split in two, becoming eighteen ten-thousand-zhang-thunder-dragons, their might vastly surpassing what Lei Wanliu could muster.
"Roar!"
With a single bellow from the Nine Heavens Thunder Dragon, every thunder dragon responded to the order and exploded in unison, shaking the Mystic Sky once more.