The sky for millions of miles was swallowed by dark clouds, the heavens seemed to fall, as if they were about to connect with the earth, causing all living beings on the ground to tremble in fear.
Rolling thunder appeared intermittently, dyeing the black clouds a purplish-black. Above them, palaces stretched endlessly, with the ancient Heavenly Court suppressing the universe. Outside the Southern Heavenly Gate, tribulation spirits were beating drums, their thunderous sounds shaking the Nine Heavens with murderous intent!
In an instant, countless beings in the Wilderness witnessed this grand spectacle.
“What could it be that has provoked the wrath of the Heavenly Dao? Are the calamities of the gods returning to the mortal world?” The citizens of Great Jin trembled, falling to their knees in the streets and alleys, praying fervently for mercy from the heavens, hoping to avoid disaster.
Cultivators with a bit of knowledge emerged from their secluded caves, shocked and looking up at the sky:
“The ancient Nine Layers of Divine Tribulation, meant to kill gods and annihilate those who transcend worldly laws.”
“After tens of thousands of years, who could it be that has drawn the Divine Tribulation specifically to kill them? Unbelievable.”
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Under the Nine Layers of Divine Tribulation, Meng Qingzhou ascended step by step, holding his sword, ready to battle the heavens.
Outside the Southern Heavenly Gate of the ancient Heavenly Court, several towering figures stood, waiting for him.
“Charge into the Lingxiao Hall, today, I will be the Great Sage Equal to Heaven.” Meng Qingzhou grinned.
The spectacle of the tribulation clouds covering millions of miles was magnificent. If he did not cross the tribulation quickly, it would inevitably attract the attention of the Great Jin authorities, and even the Empress might notice.
Revealing his true form was still manageable; at worst, he could change his appearance and flee again.
But if Present Village were to enter the public eye because of him, this paradise would no longer have peace.
Facing the tribulation, there was only one way to a swift victory: to annihilate the tribulation!
Boom!!
The ocean of tribulation thunder suddenly opened a gap, pouring towards Meng Qingzhou like the Milky Way falling from the Nine Heavens, crashing directly onto his head.
The thunder roared like spears, as if to tear the heavens and earth apart.
“Space. Inch of Infinity.”
Meng Qingzhou disappeared in the blink of an eye, reappearing three thousand feet higher. Behind him, the tribulation thunder shattered the void, igniting stars in the alternate space, which exploded into fireworks.
The tribulation seemed enraged by Meng Qingzhou’s insolence, striking down with continuous crimson bolts of thunder.
“Time. Reverse the Flow!”
Knowing he couldn’t avoid it, Meng Qingzhou forcibly reversed time.
In an instant, everything within a hundred feet around him turned black and white, and time began to flow backward.
But the black and white met resistance upon touching the tribulation, unable to completely reverse it, only weakening it as much as possible.
The tribulation represented the Heavenly Dao, like a blade-wielding guard carrying an Imperial Edict, killing anyone who stood in its way.
With Meng Qingzhou’s current strength, it was impossible to reverse the tribulation back to the womb of the Heavenly Dao’s master.
“Sword Sense of Time and Space, slash!”
Meng Qingzhou held his sword with one hand, like a poet wielding a brush, wildly swinging countless sword senses.
Weakened by the time reversal, the tribulation was torn apart by the sword sense.
Meng Qingzhou shot forward like an arrow, breaking through the tribulation’s blockade, heading straight for the Southern Heavenly Gate.
“Forbidden principles, Dao of Space-Time… The era of gods has ended. Henceforth, no one in the mortal world can be born. Whoever dares to touch it will suffer eternal damnation.”
Outside the Southern Heavenly Gate, towering figures roared with deafening voices.
Nine ancient young gods, full of heroic spirit, stood there. These were the forms of gods from tens of thousands of years ago, recorded and eternally engraved by the heavens.
“Lin! Bing! Dou! Zhe! Jie! Zhen! Lie! Qian! Xing!” A young god with black hair like a waterfall, eyes shining brightly, formed seals with his hands and chanted true words.
The Nine-Word Mantra!
An invincible method that echoed through the ages, long lost in the river of history, now reappeared here, shocking everyone.
The young gods performed great divine powers, creating a grand and magnificent scene:
“Three Jiao Corpse-Slashing Technique, simplifying complexity.”
“True Dragon Method! Kunpeng Method! True Phoenix Method!”
“Emperor’s Overlord Fist Scripture!”
“Banner of a Billion Corpse Souls, aid me in slaying the enemy!”
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Even Meng Qingzhou couldn’t help but feel his scalp tingle, his body stiffening as if electricity was coursing through him.
Each of the nine young gods had once illuminated an era. Though they had all fallen, their brilliance remained, and their invincible legends were still told.
Any one of these figures could easily crush cultivators of the same realm.
And the Nine Layers of Divine Tribulation had summoned nine young gods at once!
“The Heavenly Dao master is determined to kill me…”
Meng Qingzhou stood dazed, then suddenly snapped awake as the young gods’ killing moves came one after another, followed by the ocean of tribulation.
He had to be extremely vigilant; one wrong move would lead to eternal damnation.
“The Dao of Space-Time is actually a forbidden Dao, no wonder the spectacle is so grand.”
“Then, let’s fight to our heart’s content!”
Meng Qingzhou’s expression was resolute, showing no fear.
His green robe fluttered as he reversed his grip on his sword, holding it horizontally by his ear, the blade pointing forward.
He murmured, “Space-Time. Ocean Flow.”
This move had never been used, not even against Pu Lingzi or the Yin-Yang Elder.
Since its comprehension, it had never been revealed.
“Break!” Meng Qingzhou uttered a word, then slowly extended his arm…
With one sword strike, all methods ceased!
The sword’s tip shone with a cold light, illuminating the heavens and earth, summoning a river of time as vast as the ocean.
The river of time surged endlessly, its splashes revealing illusory scenes of past history.
“Time is the sharpest weapon in the world. Even those who stand high in the Nine Heavens, the invincible ones who overlook the rise and fall of eras, cannot escape the erosion of time.”
“Using the river of time as a sword, I will slaughter all enemies!”
Meng Qingzhou’s arm began to wither, becoming as thin as dry wood, and he could barely hold the Cicada Song sword.
This sword strike consumed too much, draining his dantian of spiritual energy in an instant, almost damaging his foundation! Before killing the enemy, he had already injured himself!
The endless tribulation, like a rain of arrows, was silently obliterated by this sword strike.
The killing moves of the nine young gods were all blocked!
Even more, the sword’s momentum did not stop, killing a young god holding the Banner of a Billion Corpse Souls.
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For a moment, the entire world fell silent. The citizens of the Imperial Capital gaped, staring at the scene in shock, their eyes filled with lingering awe.
The cultivators of Great Jin were silent. Unlike mortals with no cultivation, they felt the grandeur and unmatched power of the Empress’ Husband.
Cultivators felt it more acutely.
Those not on the path of cultivation saw this sword as a vast ocean; those on the path saw it as an ant facing the heavens.
“When did my husband become so powerful…” Dongfang Liuli’s beautiful eyes widened, her breath halted, covering her mouth as she felt a wave of dizziness.
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