In the distance.
Yin Jiuyou watched the scene and murmured,
“His Majesty is really something.”
Han Shanyue clenched his fists.
“His Majesty is putting himself in danger.”
The Demon Lord, however, said coldly,
“Don’t get moved too soon.”
“He really is attacking.”
“But he’s framing them too.”
Sure enough.
As Wang Hao fought, he deliberately unleashed the manifestations of the Sixteen Holy Lands in an exaggerated fashion.
Heaven-Subduing Imperial Seal!
Nine Heavens Thunder Punishment!
Lunar Shadow Kill!
Blood Lotus Rising from the Sea!
Mountain-River Earth Vein Fist!
Boundless Light Wheel!
One technique after another rained down upon the cracks in Ji Wushang’s Strange Eye as though they cost nothing.
Each manifestation bore the most distinctive mark of its corresponding Holy Land.
It was practically the same as writing across the sky:
The Sixteen Holy Lands were here.
After being struck repeatedly, Ji Wushang’s devouring rhythm truly began to fall into disarray.
The white-flame strange heart in its chest paused for a brief moment.
The little coffin in its abdomen snapped shut for an instant.
The blood qi that had originally been drawn in across the battlefield suddenly broke free and scattered.
The Central Continent allied army was greatly heartened.
“It works!”
“That senior has interrupted its devouring!”
“Attack with everything you have!”
“Coordinate with that senior!”
In an instant, the Ancient Qin Dynasty’s war halberds, the Buddhist radiance of Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, the demonic flames of Sky Demon Mountain, and the sword formation of the Eastern Wasteland Lin Clan all descended upon Ji Wushang.
More than a dozen ancient Transcendent experts seized the opportunity and burned their vital essence at the same time.
Boom!
For the first time, Ji Wushang’s enormous aberrant body was struck staggering backward.
The edges of its strange domain collapsed across three thousand miles.
Countless low-level aberrations were shaken into ashes.
Hidden behind his bronze ghost mask, the corners of Wang Hao’s mouth lifted slightly.
“That’s right.”
“Just like that.”
“You handle the damage.”
“I’ll take the blame and pin it on the Holy Lands.”
The New Emperor Sword could not help saying,
“Master, I feel like you’re even more despicable than the strange domain.”
Wang Hao said flatly,
“Be quiet.”
“Get ready to bite its eye.”
The New Emperor Sword fell silent at once.
It wanted to play dead.
But it was too late.
Wang Hao had already stepped across shattered space and reached the side of Ji Wushang’s head.
Manifestation of the Sword Ruins Holy Land!
All Swords Return to the Ruins!
Countless sword shadows converged into a single line.
The Nine Swords of Creation erupted within Wang Hao.
The New Emperor Sword transformed into a streak of pitch-black sword light, concealed in the deepest part of the myriad sword shadows.
Ji Wushang’s incomplete Strange Eye suddenly contracted.
It sensed a familiar aura.
That sword!
That bastard!
It was Wang Hao!
But Wang Hao had been prepared long ago.
At the instant the sword light erupted, he activated the Manifestation of the Sacred Spirit Holy Land—the Sacred Spirit Blood-Burning Art.
Beneath the bronze ghost mask, he deliberately spat out a mouthful of blood.
The blood burned in midair, transforming into holy flames that enveloped the aura of the New Emperor Sword.
From a distance, it looked exactly like some old monster from the Sacred Spirit Holy Land burning his origin and launching a desperate strike.
“Sacred Spirit Blood-Burning!”
“All Swords Return to the Ruins!”
“Un—”
Wang Hao did not shout the original final word, “Creation.”
He forcibly swallowed it back.
The sword light descended.
The New Emperor Sword viciously bit into the crack in Ji Wushang’s incomplete Strange Eye.
Crack!
A sound that made everyone’s scalp prickle rang out.
The crack in the Strange Eye widened again.
Black blood poured from the heavens like a waterfall.
Ji Wushang let out a shriek more mournful than any it had ever uttered before.
The entire Central Continent battlefield trembled.
Wang Hao was not faring well either.
Terrifying strange qi surged back through the New Emperor Sword, nearly forcing its way into his meridians.
The Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Pagoda began to shake on its own, releasing thunder to suppress it.
Wang Hao grunted and forcibly swallowed the blood rising in his throat.
He could not expose himself.
Absolutely not.
He raised his hand again.
The Heaven-Imprisoning Earth-Covering Palm’s fourth strike!
The fifth strike!
The sixth strike!
Three palms erupted in succession. He deliberately dyed the golden palm seals with the manifestations of the Mountain-River Holy Land and the Boundless Holy Land.
From a distance, everyone saw only the mysterious black-robed powerhouse seemingly wielding the inheritances of multiple Holy Lands at once, striking with the combined might of all Sixteen Holy Lands.
“Who exactly is that senior?”
“I don’t know!”
“Could he be a guardian secretly nurtured by the Sixteen Holy Lands?”
“That’s very likely!”
“The Holy Lands really do have hidden trump cards!”
Listening to the discussion, the corners of Yin Jiuyou’s mouth twitched.
“The Holy Lands have a hidden trump card.”
“But they themselves don’t know about it.”
The Demon Lord watched Wang Hao’s back and said in a low voice,
“He’s reaching his limit.”
At the center of the battlefield.
Ji Wushang was utterly enraged.
Its incomplete Strange Eye had split open, black blood streaming down.
It stared fixedly at Wang Hao.
That gaze seemed capable of piercing through the bronze ghost mask and the veil of demonic qi, striking directly at Wang Hao’s true soul.
“You…”
Its voice was hoarse.
“Wang…”
Wang Hao’s heart sank.
It was about to recognize him.
He could not wait.
A fierce glint flashed in his eyes.
The Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Pagoda shot into the sky.
The gate to the ninth level slowly opened.
This was one of the few full-force attacks at the Second Ninth Realm he had left.
A purple thunder dragon opened its eyes within the pagoda.
The lightning of heaven and earth erupted into chaos.
Wang Hao did not call out the name of his own technique.
Instead, in the most hoarse and icy voice he could manage, he deliberately roared,
“Sixteen Holy Lands—destroy the evil!”
The moment his voice fell, the purple thunder dragon roared out.
At the same time, he forcibly wrapped all sixteen Holy Land manifestations around the dragon’s body.
The Nine Suns, the Frozen Prison, the Great Sun, the Stars, the Profound Seal, the Thunder Punishment, the Lunar Shadow, the Blood Lotus, the Mountains and Rivers, the Light Wheel, the Sword Ruins, the Divine Wood, Yin and Yang, Geng Metal, the Vast Sea, and the Sacred Spirit.
Sixteen manifestations coiled around the thunder dragon like sixteen ancient chains.
This attack did not resemble the Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Pagoda of the Emperor of Great Xia.
It looked more like a supreme art of annihilating aberrations jointly unleashed by the Sixteen Holy Lands.
Ji Wushang let out an enraged roar.
It raised its hand to block.
But its incomplete Strange Eye had only just been bitten open, its devouring rhythm was in disarray, and the powerful fighters of the Central Continent allied army were attacking it from all sides.
It was a moment too slow.
That was all it took.
The purple thunder dragon slammed into the incomplete Strange Eye.
Boom!
The heavens exploded.
Black strange blood transformed into a violent downpour.
Ji Wushang’s enormous body was blasted back ten thousand zhang, and the core of its strange domain shook violently.
Countless aberrations shrieked as they were vaporized by the thunder.
For a brief moment, the entire Central Continent battlefield shone as brightly as day.
Everyone was stunned.
They had seen it.
The level-ten aberration that had slaughtered three great Holy Lands and pressed the entire Central Continent beneath its heel had been wounded.
Grievously wounded, in the truest sense of the word!
Wang Hao was also sent flying by the shock wave of the explosion.
His qi and blood churned in his chest, and his internal organs felt as though they were about to split apart.
The divine art of Ten Thousand People’s Willpower glimmered faintly, helping him neutralize part of the aftershock, but it did not fully trigger its fatal protection.
He knew he could not keep fighting.
If he continued, he would expose himself.
And he would die.
So, amid the endless lightning and black blood, he turned and ran.
He ran with extraordinary decisiveness.
There was no grand declaration.
No dramatic backward glance.
There was only one low command:
“Retreat.”
He carried the New Emperor Sword in his hand, its blade still trembling.
“Master… was my bite just now pretty impressive?”
Wang Hao spat out a mouthful of blood.
“Impressive.”
“But don’t bite so deep next time.”
The New Emperor Sword sounded aggrieved.
“Wasn’t it you who told me to bite?”
Wang Hao said,
“I told you to bite. I didn’t tell you to nearly get yourself killed.”
The New Emperor Sword fell silent.
It felt that its master was being very unreasonable.
But when it recalled the taste of that level-ten Strange Eye, it could not help burping.
Delicious.
In the distance, Ji Wushang slowly rose from the ruins of the lightning.
Nearly one-third of its incomplete Strange Eye had been blasted apart.
The white-flame strange heart in its chest beat furiously.
The little coffin in its abdomen repeatedly opened and closed, attempting to devour the battlefield’s blood qi and repair its injuries. But the residual laws of the Sixteen Holy Land manifestations were interfering with it, making recovery difficult for the time being.
It spoke in a voice low beyond measure.
“The Holy Lands…”
“The Sixteen… Holy Lands…”
That voice was filled with a hatred deep enough to blot out the heavens.
Wang Hao fled for a thousand miles. When he heard those words, he finally let out a sigh of relief.
It worked.
Ji Wushang was wounded.
The news was like a thunderclap splitting the eternal night, instantly spreading across the entire Central Continent battlefield.
Countless cultivators who had already fallen into despair saw the light rekindle in their eyes.
“It can be wounded!”
“A tenth-level aberration isn’t invincible!”
“Kill it! Strike while it’s down!”
The Ancestor of the Ancient Qin Dynasty was disheveled, most of his black-gold dragon armor corroded by aberrant blood, yet he threw back his head and laughed.
“Everyone!”
“That mysterious senior has created an opening for us!”
“If we retreat today, there will be no future for the Central Continent!”
“Follow me and kill!”
He burned the dragon blood within him. The broken battle halberd in his hand once more condensed into a golden edge, and he charged toward Ji Wushang at the forefront.
The Old Monk of Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple had blood streaming from both eyes, yet he still sat cross-legged in the void. Behind him, a golden Buddha’s image manifested once more.
“Amitabha.”
“Fellow cultivators, today this humble monk does not seek buddhahood.”
“I only ask that this aberration be sent to hell!”
One hundred thousand monks chanted the Rebirth Sutra in unison.
The radiance of Buddha transformed into a sea.
The White Tiger Demon King of the Sky Demon Mountain dragged along half of his mangled body and threw back his head with a roar.
“Warriors of the demon race!”
“Bite these rotten things to pieces!”
The surviving sword cultivators of the Eastern Wasteland Lin Clan rose into the air on their swords, sword-light rolling backward like a galaxy.
The forces that had been driven back step by step by the tide of aberrations erupted with all the ferocity left in their blood.
Because they had seen hope.
Hope was a terrifying thing.
It could make a dying man crawl back to his feet and hack out one more strike.
It could make a coward grit his teeth and charge into a deathtrap.
More than that, it could make everyone believe that as long as they held on a little longer, the sky would eventually brighten.
But Wang Hao knew very well—
The sky was not going to brighten yet.
Ji Wushang was merely gravely wounded, not dying.
And the more wounded an aberration was, the more dangerous it became.
The Great Xia spirit vessel had already withdrawn three thousand miles from the main battlefield.
The Demon Lord concealed its trail with demonic energy.
Han Shanyue personally piloted the vessel as it sped at low altitude, skimming along the shattered mountain ranges.
Yin Jiuyou stood at the stern, constantly erasing every trace of their presence.
Blood Wuhen led a group of people in clearing away the low-level aberrations pursuing them.
The New Emperor Sword was being held down on the deck by Wang Hao, while the Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Pagoda hovered above it, bolts of lightning suppressing the sword body one after another.
“Ahhh!”
“Master, go easy!”
“I feel like I’m being roasted alive!”
Wang Hao’s expression remained impassive.
“If I don’t suppress you, you’ll undergo aberrant transformation.”
Black threads of blood writhed continuously across the body of the New Emperor Sword.
They were traces of reverse contamination left behind after it bit off one of Ji Wushang’s aberrant eyes.
The origin of a tenth-level aberration—even a mere wisp of it—was enough to make an ordinary aberrant artifact collapse.
If the New Emperor Sword had not possessed the ability to devour and evolve, and if it had not absorbed a large portion of Wang Hao’s darker nature, giving it an exceptionally… tenacious will, it would have lost control long ago.
Yin Jiuyou watched it and could not help sighing.
“You’ve really made something of yourself.”
“You possess seventh-realm combat power, yet you bit a tenth-level aberration.”
“From now on, you’ll have enough to brag about for the rest of your life.”
The New Emperor Sword, weakly speaking as it was struck by lightning, replied:
“If I even have a rest of my life.”
Wang Hao raised his hand and added another bolt of lightning.
“Less talking.”
“Refine that trace of aberrant eye origin.”
“If you can’t refine it, I’ll throw you into a latrine and seal you there for three hundred years.”
The New Emperor Sword was horrified.
“Master, this is abuse of an aberrant artifact!”
Wang Hao sneered.
“If you undergo aberrant transformation, then I won’t be abusing you.”
“I’ll be helping you attain salvation.”
The New Emperor Sword immediately fell silent.
It knew very well that Wang Hao was capable of actually doing it.
The Demon Lord stood to one side, watching Wang Hao’s pale face.
“You’re badly hurt.”
Wang Hao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
“Just a minor injury.”
The Demon Lord snorted coldly.
“Thirty percent of your meridians have been ravaged by aberrant energy, your internal organs have been shaken by the backlash of the lightning, and your soul was even swept by Ji Wushang’s aberrant eye.”
“You call that a minor injury?”
Wang Hao replied calmly:
“If I’m not dead, it’s a minor injury.”
The Demon Lord fell silent for a moment.
That answer was very much like Wang Hao.
Yin Jiuyou leaned over.
“Your Majesty, did Ji Wushang really believe it?”
Wang Hao closed his eyes and regulated his breathing, his tone calm.
“It doesn’t need to believe everything.”
“It only needs to hate.”
“Hatred doesn’t care about evidence.”
“Especially when it comes to aberrations.”
Han Shanyue said heavily:
“But three of the Sixteen Holy Lands have already been destroyed, and the Profound Heaven Holy Land is half-ruined.”
“Will the remaining twelve Holy Lands realize that something is wrong?”
Wang Hao opened his eyes, a faint glimmer flashing through them.
“Of course they’ll realize something is wrong.”
“But what use will that be?”
“Ji Wushang has already heard the words ‘The Sixteen Holy Lands, Exterminate Evil.’”
“It also personally saw the manifestations of the Sixteen Holy Lands bombard it together.”
“Countless people on the battlefield saw it as well.”
“Now everyone will assume that the Holy Lands had been hiding a trump card and were the ones who grievously wounded Ji Wushang.”
Yin Jiuyou drew in a sharp breath.
“So even if the Holy Lands say they weren’t responsible, no one will believe them?”
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iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
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?!
