On the great Xia spirit boat, cracking sounds also rang out.
The protective array of the boat could not withstand such pressure, and fine cracks appeared across its surface.
Han Shanyue's expression changed, and he immediately activated his blood qi to shield the spirit boat.
The Demon Lord raised a hand, and demonic qi formed a barrier.
Wang Hao's imperial dragon qi surged upward, protecting everyone.
The power of the people's wishes also glowed faintly.
That shield of wish power was not triggered, only instinctively resisting the pressure.
Wang Hao looked at the thirty-two Transcendence Realm experts in the distance, a strange glint flashing in his eyes.
"Now this looks more like it."
The New Emperor Sword was also stunned.
"Master, thirty-two Transcendence Realm experts."
"Should we keep a low profile?"
Wang Hao said calmly:
"Have I ever not kept a low profile?"
Everyone turned to look at him at the same time.
You?
Low profile?
When you were chasing Ji Wushang like a dog into the Zhongzhou Sacred Ground just now, where exactly was the low profile?
Wang Hao did not change his expression.
"Keeping a low profile doesn't mean not setting traps."
"It means not admitting it after the trap is sprung."
No one could find a way to argue with that for a moment.
After the thirty-two Transcendence Realm experts descended, the situation before the Tianxuan Sacred Ground reversed in an instant.
An old ancestor in star-patterned robes, gaunt-faced, looked at the Star-Robed Sacred Lord.
The Star-Robed Sacred Lord was on one knee, the ancestral bell cracked like a broken bowl.
He was so moved that tears streamed down his aged face.
"Ancestor!"
"You've finally come!"
Ancestor Xingchen glanced at the ancestral bell, his face dark.
"Worthless."
The Star-Robed Sacred Lord's expression froze.
Ancestor Xingchen said coldly:
"The ancestral bell is nearly shattered, and you're still alive."
"Seems like the first lesson the Sacred Ground taught you all these years was how to run."
The Star-Robed Sacred Lord lowered his head and dared not speak.
Wang Hao heard this and could not help nodding.
"This old man has a way with words."
The New Emperor Sword was puzzled.
"Master, you admire him?"
Wang Hao said:
"No."
"I just realized that Sacred Ground ancestors can be pretty vicious with their insults too."
The New Emperor Sword mused.
"Should I learn that?"
Wang Hao shot it a glance.
"You don't need to learn."
"You were born vicious."
The New Emperor Sword puffed up its blade.
"Thank you for the compliment, Master!"
Wang Hao: "..."
At the center of the battlefield.
The thirty-two Transcendence Realm experts took positions in all directions.
Ancestral artifacts, strange artifacts, sacred artifacts, forbidden artifacts — one after another, they were brought out.
The Star Ancestral Bell.
The Xuanhuang Ancient Seal.
The Primordial Divine Furnace.
The Ten Thousand Swords Ancestral Case.
The Netherworld Lamp of Nine Darkness.
The Ancient Mountain-and-River Scroll.
The Mystic Ice Divine Mirror.
The Sun War Banner.
And several strange artifacts radiating ominous auras.
A blood-colored bone blade, with a human face growing on its body.
A phantom of a black well, from which the cries of infants echoed.
A rotting beast hide, which seemed to cover the heavens when spread open.
These strange artifacts were not what they wanted to use.
But they had no choice.
To deal with a Level Ten Abomination, the righteous and honorable ancestral artifacts alone might not be enough.
Fight strangeness with strangeness.
Though it carried the risk of corruption, it was also the most effective method.
The white-haired Ancestor Tianxuan spoke in a low tone:
"Everyone."
"This fiend cannot be allowed to live."
"If it completes its Level Ten aberrant body, Zhongzhou will become a land of corruption."
Ancestor Xingchen said coldly:
"Enough talk."
"Kill."
Boom!
All thirty-two Transcendence Realm experts struck at once.
At that moment, heaven and earth fell silent.
Not as a metaphor.
It truly fell silent.
All sound was crushed by the overwhelming power.
Thirty-two Transcendence divine abilities, like thirty-two divine rivers running through all ages, crashed toward Ji Wushang.
The Xuanhuang Seal crushed the void.
The Star Ancestral Bell shattered the aberrant qi.
The Primordial Divine Furnace spewed primordial divine fire.
The Ten Thousand Swords Ancestral Case released a hundred thousand ancient swords.
The Netherworld Lamp of Nine Darkness ignited netherworld soul-fire.
The Ancient Mountain-and-River Scroll unfurled a world of ten thousand miles.
The Mystic Ice Divine Mirror froze half of Ji Wushang's aberrant body.
The Sun War Banner burned the seas and boiled the waters.
The blood-colored bone blade cut into Ji Wushang's shoulder, the human face on its blade frenziedly tearing at his flesh.
The phantom of the black well inverted itself and pressed down, the infant cries within turning into curses, trying to drag his soul away.
The rotting beast hide spread over the sky, sealing the edges of the aberrant domain.
This one strike was enough to erase an ancient nation from the map.
Enough to sink ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers into the depths of the earth.
Enough to crush any Martial God Realm expert into nothingness before they could even form a single thought.
Wang Hao watched this scene, his right hand unconsciously tightening around the Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Pagoda.
In the depths of the ninth floor's gate, the purple thunder dragon shifted slightly.
It too seemed awakened by this great battle.
The New Emperor Sword trembled with excitement.
"Master!"
"An opportunity!"
"With so many Transcendence experts attacking together, that Ji dog can't possibly hold out!"
But Wang Hao did not move.
His gaze was fixed on Ji Wushang.
"Something's wrong."
"He's too calm."
Ji Wushang was indeed too calm.
Facing the siege of thirty-two Transcendence Realm experts, he did not roar in anger, did not dodge, did not counterattack.
He only stood still.
His mutilated aberrant eye slowly closed.
Then.
He smiled.
That smile split half his face open.
Like a seam torn from the depths of hell.
"You..."
"finally all came."
The next instant.
The small coffin at Ji Wushang's abdomen opened completely.
Boom!
An indescribable darkness surged out from within the coffin.
It was not ordinary aberrant qi.
It was an aberrant domain.
A true Level Ten aberrant domain.
The moment the darkness spread, the rules of heaven and earth seemed rewritten.
Xuanhuang qi turned into black blood-water.
Starlight turned into rotting eyeballs.
Divine fire turned into ghastly white bone-ash.
Sword light grew flesh in midair.
From the world inside the Mountain-and-River Scroll, countless cries rang out.
All Transcendence divine abilities were in that moment corrupted, twisted, and devoured.
The white-haired Ancestor Tianxuan's face changed drastically.
"Withdraw!"
But it was too late.
The Level Ten aberrant domain expanded.
For a thousand miles around, everything instantly became a black kingdom of death.
Within this aberrant domain, Ji Wushang was no longer the monster being besieged.
He was the rule.
He was calamity.
He was the sole master of this world of darkness.
A Transcendence old ancestor holding the Sun War Banner had charged too far forward.
He roared, the war banner blazing, solar divine fire turning into a golden sea of flames, trying to burn open the aberrant domain.
But the next moment, a black coffin appeared beneath his feet.
The coffin lid opened.
A pale ghostly hand grabbed his ankle.
"Scram!"
The Sun Ancestor roared, his Transcendence aura exploding, shattering the ghostly hand.
But just as he broke free, a heartbeat sounded from his chest.
Thump!
The beating of the White Flame Aberrant Heart overlapped with his own.
The Sun Ancestor's face stiffened.
The divine fire within his body suddenly turned pale white, burning his flesh from the inside out.
"No——!"
He let out a heaven-shaking roar.
Ji Wushang's figure appeared before him.
His mutilated aberrant eye opened wide.
One look.
The Sun Ancestor's head burst apart.
The second Transcendence expert to fall was the old woman of the Mystic Ice Sacred Ground.
Seeing the danger, she tried to flee the aberrant domain through the Mystic Ice Divine Mirror.
But another version of herself appeared in the mirror.
That "she" wore a face full of eerie smiles, reaching out from the mirror with a hand that grabbed her face.
The old woman screamed in terror.
"That's not my reflection!"
The next instant, Ji Wushang's bone chain swept across.
The Mystic Ice Divine Mirror shattered.
Half of the old woman's body was crushed.
Just as her soul tried to escape, the small coffin at his abdomen swallowed it whole.
In two breaths.
Two Transcendence Realm old ancestors.
One was burned to pieces by an aberrant heart.
One was dragged into the small coffin by an aberrant mirror reflection.
The entire battlefield fell into dead silence.
The first round of the thirty-two Transcendence Realm experts besieging Ji Wushang.
And he had instead killed two Transcendence experts in retaliation!
Everyone felt as if they had fallen into a frozen pit.
Wang Hao stood behind the cloud peak, his eyes more solemn than ever before.
The New Emperor Sword's blade itself had gone stiff.
"Master..."
"Should we still ambush him?"
Wang Hao was silent for a moment.
Then he slowly released the Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Pagoda.
"Ambush my ass."
"Going up there now is just serving ourselves to Ji Wushang as a side dish."
Once the Level Ten Anomaly Domain spread out, heaven and earth changed completely.
Outside the Tianxuan Sacred Ground, where golden divine radiance once blazed and ancestral relics illuminated a thousand miles—
now, all light was devoured by darkness.
The sky became a rotting dome of flesh.
The earth oozed black pus.
Spirit peaks twisted at the edges of the domain, their rock surfaces sprouting dense clusters of eyeballs.
Those eyeballs rotated silently, staring at every living soul.
A single glance was enough to make a Marrow-Force martial artist bleed from all seven orifices and drive their soul to madness.
Sky-Stepping experts barely managed to retreat, but even they convulsed, dark runes writhing beneath their skin.
Martial Gods turned pale, desperately sealing off their spiritual senses.
Even Transcendent ancestors were forced to expend power just to resist the corruption.
This was a Level Ten Anomaly Domain.
Not merely a simple realm.
It was a world rewritten by anomaly.
Here, fire turned to bone ash.
Water turned to blood.
Shadows betrayed their masters.
Sounds burrowed into your heart.
Even "distance" couldn't be trusted.
You think you retreated a thousand zhang, only to find yourself standing at the edge of Ji Wushang's mouth the next moment.
You think you slashed out a sword strike, only for the sword light to pierce your own senior disciple's chest from behind.
Rules were twisted.
Life and death were reversed.
Everything common sense taught you became a joke.
Wang Hao saw all of this clearly.
So he didn't move.
He even ordered the Great Xia Spirit Vessel to retreat another three hundred zhang.
Yin Jiuyou, seeing this, wore a grave expression.
"Your Majesty is wise."
Wang Hao glanced at him.
"I haven't said anything yet."
Yin Jiuyou said earnestly:
"But Your Majesty has already shown us through action—living matters more than saving face."
Wang Hao nodded.
"Now that's insight."
The New Emperor Sword whispered:
"Master, isn't this a bit cowardly?"
Wang Hao said evenly:
"A Martial God at the second layer watching thirty-two Transcendent ancestors fight a Level Ten anomaly—this isn't cowardice."
"This is respecting objective reality."
The New Emperor Sword pondered.
"But what if someone says Master dares not fight?"
Wang Hao replied calmly:
"Whoever says that—I'll throw them into the fight."
The New Emperor Sword was filled with newfound respect.
"Master is still so brave."
"Brave in making others be brave."
Wang Hao couldn't be bothered to respond.
Because just moments ago.
That power from his Transcendent Trial Card had completely dissipated.
No rumbling.
No grand visions.
Like a lamp burning its last drop of oil.
That feeling of overlooking heaven and earth, of raising a hand to tear apart the laws of reality, slowly ebbed away from his meridians, his bones, the depths of his soul.
What remained was the true strength of a Martial God at the second layer.
Strong?
Of course it was strong.
As a second-layer Martial God, armed with the divine technique Prison Heaven Overturning Earth Palm, the Nine Swords of Creation, the Thunder Abyss Demon-Sealing Tower, the New Emperor Sword, Imperial Dragon Qi, and the collective will of his people, Wang Hao could crush any opponent at his own cultivation level.
He could even challenge the mid-stage Martial God realm.
Nine palms in succession—even a mid-stage Martial God might not be able to withstand them.
And if he added the eighth-floor Thunder Phoenix and ninth-floor Purple Thunder Dragon of the Thunder Abyss Demon-Sealing Tower, he could even pose a threat to Martial God peak experts.
But the problem was.
This was no Martial God battlefield.
This was a slaughter between Transcendent ancestors and a Level Ten anomaly.
A second-layer Martial God walking in there—sounds heroic.
In reality, that's just walking in as an appetizer.
One that delivers itself on a silver platter.
Wang Hao was cunning.
But not stupid.
He could set traps.
He could scheme.
He could redirect the tide of disaster onto others.
He could watch dogs fight dogs.
But he would never, with zero chance of victory, shout "My fate is mine to command!" and charge in to become Ji Wushang's next meal.
That wasn't courage.
That was a menu item.
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ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
