RNP Chapter 59 The Ultimate Formation
Chapter 59 The Ultimate Formation
Within the meteorite belt battlefield, the remnants of billions of shattered stars floated, spatial turbulence and fragments of laws intertwined—the result of a battle between the Great Sages of the Heavenly Court and the Hellish Realm. And at this moment, this starry sky was completely ignited by a world-destroying array aura.
The Ten Deadly Formations were created by the Demon Emperor Ling Che after he became a god. They were created by Ling Che using the top-level killing formations from myths and legends in his memory, and replicating them with supernatural powers and rare treasures of the universe. He forged ten great formations: Heavenly Annihilation, Earthly Fury, Wind Howl, Frost, Golden Light, Blood Transformation, Blazing Flame, Soul Fall, Red Water, and Red Sand. Each of them reached the peak of the sub-god level. A single formation could annihilate a group of Great Saints. When all ten formations were activated, they were enough to cause the starry sky to collapse and to slaughter gods and demons.
Once the Ten Deadly Formations were completed, the space between the northern universe of the meteorite belt and the battlefield of the three races of the underworld was completely imprisoned. The rules of the formation were like a net covering the sky, trapping thousands of Great Saints of the allied forces of the three races of the underworld within it.
The Primordial Realm was well prepared. Ten supreme saints at the demigod level were stationed as the array masters of the ten arrays. Each array also had ten saints holding supreme array flags. More than a hundred saints worked together to activate their saintly power and activate the array base. Killing intent surged in the star space and transformed into a tangible blood-red wave.
Within each array, hundreds of Great Saints from the Hell Realm were trapped. As soon as they realized what was happening, they found their Saintly Power suppressed by the array patterns, their Divine Souls locked by the power of space, and they were plunged into boundless chaos, making it impossible for them to gather together and join forces.
"Sect Master Su, quickly activate the ultimate secret of the great formation to disrupt the Great Sage of the Hell Realm's formation! If they join forces to break the formation, we will be annihilated in an instant!"
The Bagua Sect Master's beard and hair stood on end, and his voice shattered the stars. In his hand, he held a golden mirror of supreme sacred artifact level, with Bagua divine patterns engraved on its body. It was the core array eye of the Golden Light Array.
The golden mirror floated in the formation, radiating billions of golden rays. The main mirror's light surged, instantly splitting into twenty-one sub-mirrors. The sub-mirrors then evolved into countless mirror images. Golden light intertwined in the formation, like a celestial sword sweeping across the sky, and thousands of annihilating golden rays swept out.
Wherever the golden light passed, space itself melted. The immortal body of the Great Sage of the Hell Realm was struck and immediately crumbled inch by inch. His sacred bones turned to dust, and his sacred blood flew in the array, a horrifying sight.
The sect leader of the Book Sect, Su Mingyun, is currently in charge of the Red Sand Array. The crimson bronze cauldron in his hand is an ancient artifact left behind by a god, with time-related Dao patterns engraved on its body.
As he activated his holy power, trillions of red sand burst forth from the cauldron's mouth, covering the sky and obscuring the universe within the formation. Each grain of red sand contained the power to obliterate all things, not only capable of melting the Great Sage's immortal body but also able to obscure the perception of his holy soul. Furthermore, it contained a trace of the power of time.
The lower-level Great Saints in the formation had no time to react. Their bodies and souls decayed rapidly under the erosion of the power of time, and screams rose and fell. In just a short while, dozens of Great Saints were seriously injured and on the verge of death.
Su Mingyun's eyes sharpened, knowing that this was a life-or-death situation, and he no longer held back. He flipped his palm, and a glass-like bead appeared. Inside the bead seemed to contain a complete world of array formations, shimmering with light. This was a rare cosmic treasure called the Myriad Array Spirit Heart. Its value was no less than that of ordinary Heaven-Suppressing Supreme Sacred Artifacts. Only top-tier arrays with spiritual connection could be formed under special circumstances, making it an unparalleled treasure for amplifying the power of array formations.
When Wan Zhen Ling Xin was implanted into the foundation of the Ten Absolute Array by Su Mingyun, it instantly split into ten extremely pure array spiritual energies, which were then poured into the ten great arrays, including Tian Jue and Di Lie.
In an instant, the profound mysteries of the Ten Deadly Formations were fully activated. The rules of the ten formations intertwined, merged, and resonated with each other, no longer fighting independently, but forming a perfect whole.
The power of a single formation increased several times over, and the ten-formation chain transformed into a deadly domain. The Great Sage of the Hell Realm trapped within the formation felt as if he had fallen into the deepest hell. His holy body was torn apart by the formation's power, and his divine soul was obliterated by the rules. His mournful howl echoed throughout the entire meteorite belt's starry sky. Even the gods of the Heavenly Court and Hell who were watching from afar changed their expressions drastically and felt a chill in their hearts.
Outside the formation, Jiang Tianfang and the other top Great Saints of the Hell Realm were filled with rage and their eyes were bloodshot. They were the top combat force of the Hell Realm, but they were being held back by the top Great Saints of the Northern Universe, unable to advance an inch, and could only watch helplessly as their Great Saints were slaughtered by the Ten Absolute Formations.
"Jiang Tianfang, with the five of us here today, you have no chance of escape! Ni Xuan Wuji managed to escape by sheer luck, but you won't be so fortunate!"
Qiu Cangyu drew both swords simultaneously, their light like an inverted Milky Way, directly severing Jiang Tianfang's headband, scattering his black hair, and unleashing a torrent of killing intent.
Jiang Tianfang swung his sword across the sky, forcing Qiu Cangyu back. His expression was ferocious, and with disheveled hair, he looked around at the five people surrounding him: Bai Kuotian, Emperor Xuan, Huang Xianlu, and Xuan Gang Buddha Emperor. A sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart, and he knew that he was in a desperate situation and there was no way to break through.
"Even if I die and my soul perishes, I will drag you all down with me!"
Jiang Tianfang steeled his resolve, holding nothing back, and fiercely burned his own holy power and origin. The holy power surged out like a raging fire. He used the foundation of the genius represented by the Yuanhui to fight back desperately, wanting to fight to the death.
With the gods in charge of the underworld's main camp, Wen Zhiren, the Lord of the Underworld Palace, could no longer sit still.
Jiang Tianfang was a Yuanhui representative cultivated by the Underworld Palace with countless efforts, and was also a descendant of the Lord of the Underworld City. If he were to perish in the meteorite belt, it would be a great loss to the Underworld Palace, and he would not be able to explain it to the Lord of the Underworld City.
Just as he was about to get up and secretly rescue Jiang Tianfang, a surge of righteous energy suddenly appeared, like Mount Tai pressing down, locking onto his aura.
"Palace Master Wen, could it be that you're feeling lonely and want to take action yourself?"
Mingde stood at the front of the Heavenly Court's camp, his voice clear and resonant, yet carrying an undeniable aura of authority, his majestic voice echoing through the heavens.
Upon hearing this, the giants of Heaven and Hell all focused their gazes on Wen Zhiren. The gods had agreed that those at the divine level were not allowed to interfere in the Great Sage's battlefield, so he could only stop himself, his eyes filled with ruthless intent as he stared at Mingde, but there was nothing he could do.
On the main battlefield of the meteorite belt, Bai Kuotian, Qiu Cangyu, Emperor Xuan, Huang Xianlu, and Xuan Gang Buddha Emperor took turns attacking, each activating their strongest holy techniques and supreme holy artifacts to bombard Jiang Tianfang.
Bai Kuotian's spatial domain pressed down layer by layer, imprisoning Jiang Tianfang in a small space; Xuan Gang Buddha Emperor's slashing blade contained the power of Buddhist demon subjugation, shattering the holy power defense; Emperor Xuan and Qiu Cangyu's Heavenly Sword Soul pierced straight into the soul, and Huang Xianlu's secret technique blocked the retreat.
Although Jiang Tianfang was a formidable fighter and a top figure among the younger generation in the Hell Realm, capable of fighting five opponents at once, he was already exhausted. His sacred body was repeatedly injured, his blood staining his tattered sacred robe, and his aura was extremely weak.
Several top-tier Great Saints of the Underworld were extremely anxious, but they were held back by the Great Saints of the Northern Universe and were unable to come to their aid.
The three great saints of the Hell Realm, trapped in the Ten Deadly Formations, now truly understood what it meant to be in dire straits.
The gods of the underworld originally thought that the Ten Deadly Formations were merely a single sub-god level formation, not reaching the true god level, so they adhered to the agreement and turned a blind eye.
But they never expected that the Ten Absolute Formations forged by Ling Che could be compatible and combined with each other. When the ten formations were combined into one, their power surged instantly, far exceeding the limit of a single divine formation, and had already touched the threshold of the divine realm.
These Ten Absolute Formations were crafted by Ling Che using a great deal of effort and divine materials from the universe. Their value is no less than that of ten Supreme Sacred Artifacts. In addition, there are ten Supreme Sacred Artifact-level array eyes. Such a luxurious configuration, coupled with the combined efforts of more than a hundred Great Saints, is enough to firmly trap thousands of Great Saints in the Hell Realm. Such a feat is enough to shock the world and resonate throughout history.
"Sect Master Su, the great formation is about to collapse; the array patterns are starting to crumble. We'll self-destruct the array plate one last time to teach these bastards from the Hell Realm a lesson!"
The sect leader of the Four Symbols Sect, wielding the Soul-Slaying Formation, spoke with unwavering resolve.
Within the Soul-Slaying Formation, a white Soul-Slaying Banner danced wildly in the wind. With each movement of the banner, endless black sand flew about, and all the malevolent, ominous, and resentful energy in the world gathered within the formation. This formation was specifically designed to target the souls of cultivators and was extremely insidious.
Inside the formation, dozens of Great Saints from the Hell Realm had already perished with their Saintly Souls obliterated. Even the Great Saints from Tiannan, who specialized in the power of death, were now clutching their heads and screaming in agony as the black sand pierced through their Saintly bodies and directly devoured their souls, causing them immense pain and making them wish they were dead.
"Alright! Let's detonate the great formation together. It's worth it to eliminate so many Great Saints from the Hell Realm, even if it means sacrificing these ten formations!"
Su Mingyun did not hesitate at all, his voice firm and powerful.
He and the other array masters instantly pushed the power of the array to its limit. The laws within the array surged violently, and holy power churned. More than a hundred Great Saints from the Hell Realm could not withstand it and were directly refined to death by the array's power.
The Great Saints of the Hell Realm trapped in the great formation were mostly ordinary Great Saints below the Supreme Realm. The powerful beings above the Supreme Realm had already been blocked by the powerful beings of the Northern Universe and were unable to enter the formation to rescue them.
As Su Mingyun and the others pushed the great formation to its limit, the array patterns of the Ten Deadly Formations began to collapse inch by inch, and countless cracks appeared in the space.
Upon seeing this, the Great Sages of the Hell Realm immediately understood that the Sages of the Primordial Realm wanted to self-destruct the great formation. They were all terrified and desperately urged their holy power to attack the formation walls, trying to break the formation and escape.
But it was all too late.
The Ten Deadly Formations, operating at their peak, were completely detonated by the people of the Primordial World.
"boom-!"
Ten deafening roars that shattered the starry sky erupted simultaneously, causing the space within the array to instantly collapse and cave in, forming ten all-consuming black holes. The black holes spun, pulling at the star remains and the Great Sage's body. Terrifying spatial storms and law storms swept out, and even the Great Sage's immortal body was instantly eroded and destroyed in the face of the power of this divine array's self-destruction, without even the slightest power to resist.
The thousands of Great Saints of the Hell Realm who were trapped in the great formation perished in an instant. Countless holy bones, holy blood, and fragments of broken holy artifacts floated in the starry sky, turning it into a blood-red inferno, a scene of extreme carnage.
In the Hell Realm faction, the strongest of the three upper races had grim expressions, their bodies surging with murderous aura.
These Great Saints were the foundation of the three upper races in the Hell Realm, the core strength for the continuation of their races. Now, with so many dead and wounded, even the boundless resources of the three upper races felt a deep sense of grief.
The Dark Temple Lord, Wubian, had a face as black as the bottom, and the oppressive aura emanating from him made the surrounding starry sky seem to freeze.
The several Boundless Realm Gods of the Dark Temple standing nearby remained silent, heads bowed, not daring to step forward to offer any comfort, for fear of angering the enraged temple master.
All the Great Saints sent by the Dark Temple died in the asteroid belt, and were no longer qualified to participate in the Gods' Tournament.
The deaths of hundreds of Great Saints were not considered serious injuries given the strength of the Dark Temple, but the fact that they all died at the hands of Great Saints from the Primordial World made Wubian feel utterly humiliated.
"Hahaha, that guy was bragging about how amazing his Dark Four Masters were, how invincible they were. Well, look what happened! They've all died at someone else's hands, a complete annihilation. So neatly executed, what a disgrace!"
The God of War, Xuantian, stood in the Heavenly Court's camp, laughing loudly, his voice full of mockery. Wubian was the Ice Emperor's enemy, and naturally, his adversary as well. He always enjoyed seeing Wubian suffer a setback, and now he certainly wouldn't let go of this opportunity to ridicule him.
Upon hearing this, Wubian's eyes filled with malice as he stared intently at the God of War, Xuantian, his gaze like a poisonous blade, as if he wanted to devour him alive. But in the end, he remained silent, turned around, and returned to his temple, the murderous aura around him almost materializing.
Upon seeing this, the God of War Xuantian was overjoyed, humming a little tune, his spirits soaring. His joy wasn't just physical; it was also a sense of triumph at the level of the bigger picture.
The Dark Temple's forces were completely wiped out, causing Wubian to lose face. In the battle between the Lower Three Races and the Western Universe Heavenly Realm faction, the Lower Three Races had achieved a great victory. All four Archangels of the Heavenly Realm died at the hands of Ni Xuan Wuji and several top Great Saints of the Lower Three Races. The Heavenly Camp of the Temple of Light was also completely defeated by the Blood Emperor God and Demon Camp of the Undying Blood Clan.
The several powerful beings at the Temple of Light in the Heavenly Realm had faces as black as iron, their hearts filled with shock and anger.
The Heavenly Realm faction mobilized over ten thousand Great Saints, but now they have lost more than half of them, suffering heavy losses; while the Primordial Realm only sent over two hundred Great Saints to fight, yet they wiped out the Dark Temple, Asura Temple, and Azure Deer Temple of the Hell Realm, as well as the forces of the three Upper Clans, with thousands of Great Saints dying at the hands of the people of the Primordial Realm.
Such a glorious victory will undoubtedly greatly enhance the arrogance of the Primordial Realm, making its prestige resound throughout the heavens.
Watching Mingde converse so fluently with the gods of the ancient civilization faction, the powerful figures of the Heavenly Realm faction grew increasingly wary, as if facing a formidable enemy.
In the center of the meteorite belt, Jiang Tianfang also met his end.
Bai Kuotian's spatial true domain pressed down layer by layer, like a ten-thousand-pound divine mountain, imprisoning him tightly, making it impossible for him to move an inch, and even the circulation of his holy power became extremely sluggish; Xuan Gang Buddha Emperor's pouncing blade directly struck his body, his supreme inner armor shattered instantly, the blade energy entered his body, and the blade light went straight for his internal organs; Xuan Emperor and Qiu Cangyu's Heavenly Sword Soul fiercely pierced into the depths of his soul, his holy soul suffered severe damage, and his consciousness began to blur.
"Cough cough, it seems I am doomed. Dying at your hands is not a disgrace." Jiang Tianfang's once handsome face was now covered with wounds. Qiu Cangyu's sword had slashed his cheek, his robes were torn, revealing his riddled body, blood gushing out continuously. His holy soul was severely injured, the space was suppressed, and his holy power was about to be exhausted. He had no choice but to die.
Unlike Ni Xuanwuji, who possessed the Shura Armor as a rare and precious treasure for protection, Jiang Tianfang only had a longsword, a supreme holy artifact, and a suit of armor. The few divine talismans he had originally stored up had long been exhausted in the battle, leaving him truly at his wit's end.
"Jiang Tianfang, I respect you as a man of honor, so I will send you on your way."
Looking at Jiang Tianfang, who resembled a lion at the end of its rope, Emperor Xuan felt a sense of respect and raised his hand to signal the others to stop.
After two rounds of fierce battles, Emperor Xuan gained some insights. At this moment, he returned to his original simplicity, and his aura became unfathomable. He also touched the barrier of his realm during the battle, and his aura underwent subtle changes.
He suppressed his imposing aura, slowly walked up to Jiang Tianfang, and slowly drew the Crimson Sky Sword, divine flames flowing across its blade, distorting the very space around it.
Jiang Tianfang's gaze sharpened, instantly sensing the fluctuations of holy power emanating from Emperor Xuan. He immediately understood, and burst into laughter, a laugh filled with desolation and resentment: "Hahaha, I never expected you to break free of your shackles and take such a crucial step!"
Emperor Xuan smiled faintly, and with a slight flick of his wrist, the Crimson Sky Sword unleashed a divine flame stretching ten thousand feet. Within the space, a true dragon formed from divine flame roared forth, its cry resounding through the starry sky. The raging divine flame swept across ten thousand miles, completely enveloping Jiang Tianfang's body.
In the blink of an eye, Jiang Tianfang's figure disappeared into the divine flames, leaving not even a trace of his holy soul or a wisp of his holy bone, his body and soul completely extinguished.
"Phew~"
Emperor Xuan slowly sheathed the Crimson Sky Sword. Thirty trillion sacred rules flashed around him, their light dazzling and his aura rising once more. He had broken through the shackles and entered a completely new realm.
As the smoke from the meteorite belt gradually dissipated, the lingering power of the Ten Deadly Formations still echoed in the starry space, proclaiming this earth-shattering victory in the primordial world.