RNP Chapter 39 Battle Against All the Powerful 2
Chapter 39 Battle Against All the Powerful 2
"The God of War of Xuantian is quite the entertainer."
Mingde watched as the God of War of Xuantian withdrew to the edge of the star field, chose a temple to sit cross-legged and watch, clearly intending to sit back and watch the tigers fight. A faint smile appeared on his lips. He thought to himself that this old man was indeed a real entertainer. However, he dared not relax for a moment. How could he believe the words of the gods of the underworld? If he were to fall behind even slightly, this old fellow would definitely pounce on him and kick him while he was down without the slightest hesitation.
His gaze swept over the two figures standing side by side opposite him. The Heavenly Luo Divine Kingdom's Ancestor's black armor was stained with evil, while the Ferocious God Venerable of the Temple of Destiny's skeletal body gleamed with an eerie light. A glint flashed in Mingde's eyes, and he thought to himself, "One against two, the advantage is mine!"
Before he finished speaking, he had already made his move. The tip of the Talking Heaven Brush in his hand condensed into dazzling starlight, and with a light tap in the air, the starry sky roared instantly. A blazing star with a diameter of over a million miles materialized out of thin air, flames surging and magma flowing on its surface. With the power to incinerate everything, it crashed down like an ancient divine mountain, directly crushing towards the Fierce God Venerable and the Ancestor of Fixed Position.
"What an overbearing move!"
The eyes of the Ferocious God and the Ancestor of Fixation narrowed simultaneously, not daring to be the slightest bit careless. Divine light surged around them, and they both manifested their innate divine bodies. Two towering giants rose from the ground. The Ferocious God's body was as thick as a mountain, every joint exuding a ferocious power. The Ancestor of Fixation's body was pitch black, surrounded by the evil aura of Rakshasa. As their divine might dissipated, the stars within billions of miles around trembled and shattered one after another.
"cut!"
With a roar, the Ferocious God Venerable slashed horizontally through the air with the bone blade in his hand. The bone blade was forged from divine bone and was as black as ink. The divine light it unleashed tore through the starry sky. A black blade of energy hundreds of thousands of miles long burst out and forcefully split the million-mile-long star in two. Amidst the raging flames, the star's remains were swallowed up by the turbulent void, leaving not even a trace of warmth behind.
Not to be outdone, Dingzu frantically gathered divine power around his body, and a phantom of a Rakshasa, its face blue and fangs blotting out the stars, suddenly appeared behind him, its evil aura soaring into the heavens. He slammed out a palm, black energy surging from his palm, transforming into a black tornado that blotted out the sky. Wherever it passed, star fields shattered, and countless sharp wind blades, like divine weapons, sliced through space with a hissing sound, even disrupting the rules of the Great Dao.
Mingde remained unmoved. With a flick of his left hand, the Sacred Book of Confucian Ancestor appeared in mid-air. The pages turned automatically with a rustling sound, and boundless righteous energy poured forth from the book, condensing into a surging golden river that stretched across the starry sky, blocking all the wind blades that filled the heavens. The wind blades struck the river of righteous energy, but only stirred up ripples before being instantly dissolved by the righteous energy.
"The Confucian and Taoist treasures are indeed troublesome!" The fierce and terrifying Divine Lord's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and a Gate of Destiny, millions of miles high, suddenly appeared behind him. The gate was ancient and vast, with countless golden divine rules floating within, and the fates of countless lives could be vaguely seen intertwined. The next moment, a jet-black river of destiny surged from the gate, colliding violently with the righteous river of Mingde. Giant waves of gold and black surged to the sky, and the resulting shockwaves sent billions of stars flying, causing the entire Taiwei Starfield to tremble violently.
"A calamity of extreme misfortune!"
The Ferocious God roared, and crimson malevolent energy frantically condensed on the bone blade in his hand. In an instant, the world changed color, and a blood-red wind swept across the universe, even dyeing the sunlight dark red. The moment the bone blade cleaved out, a divine light that cleaved through the air shot out. Wherever the divine light passed, the starry sky collapsed, and rolling malevolent energy swept in like a tidal wave. The malevolent energy was so fierce that even an ordinary true god would be instantly corroded and disintegrated if touched by even a trace of it, and even their divine soul would be difficult to preserve.
"clang--!"
The divine light slammed into the Confucian Ancestor's Sacred Book, shattering the barrier Mingde had erected with his righteous energy. Crimson malevolent energy coalesced into a colossal beast that devoured the heavens and earth, its jaws snapping shut and swallowing Mingde and the sacred book whole. Terrifying, malevolent power surged from all directions, frantically gnawing at Mingde's protective divine light, a constant hissing sound filling the air as the divine light dimmed visibly.
"This scoundrel has improved so much in tens of thousands of years. He's probably close to the threshold of the Immortal Limitless Realm." A glint flashed in the eyes of the Xuan Tian War God who was watching the battle. He stroked the spear in his hand and murmured with admiration.
For tens of thousands of years, the Temple of Destiny launched a massive attack on the Heavenly Court Realm, destroying countless great worlds and plundering resources that piled up like mountains. The Death God and the Ferocious God, who were the main proponents of war, received the most benefits and their cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds. Now, they have even begun to subtly surpass these veteran powerhouses.
Amidst the battlefield, Mingde, shrouded in malevolent energy, remained utterly calm. His mind was focused, and his boundless spiritual power surged into the Confucian Ancestor's Sacred Book. As the pages turned, an ancient and powerful divine might erupted, far exceeding the previous surge. Boundless righteous energy spread outwards from him throughout the entire star field. Wherever the golden light passed, the crimson malevolent energy melted away like ice and snow, instantly shattered. Caught off guard, the Ferocious God Venerable and the Ancestor of Fixation were forced back tens of thousands of miles by this righteous energy, their divine bodies tingling, and a trickle of black blood spilling from the corner of their mouths.
As spiritual energy continued to flow, the divine light emanating from the Confucian Ancestor's sacred book grew ever more brilliant. Its righteous energy solidified into a tangible form, like a blazing sun hanging in the starry sky, illuminating billions of miles, even clearly visible on battlefields in distant star regions. Bathed in this river of righteous energy, Mingde's divine eyes flashed like lightning, his voice resounding throughout the universe, each word ringing with conviction: "As heaven's movement is ever vigorous, so should a gentleman constantly strive for self-improvement! Today, I, Mingde, borrow the power of the sages of the past, to vanquish external evils in the starry sky, and to uphold the eternal might of Confucianism!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and held the Sacred Book of the Confucian Ancestor high in the air. Ancient divine power erupted and covered hundreds of millions of miles of star field. Endless righteous energy gathered and condensed, transforming into a divine figure that was tens of millions of miles tall. The divine figure wore a green robe that fluttered, had a white beard that reached his chest, held a writing brush in one hand and the Sacred Book of the Confucian Ancestor in the other, and had a solemn face like a strict teacher for all ages. Golden divine light flowed around his body, and the divine power that suppressed heaven and earth pressed down all at once.
The Ferocious God and the Ancestor felt as if they were being crushed by countless divine mountains, their divine bodies trembling violently, and the flow of divine power within their bodies became somewhat sluggish.
"It's the Third Ancestor! It's the divine form of the Third Confucian Ancestor of the Kunlun Realm!" The War God Xuantian suddenly stood up, his face full of excitement, and exclaimed in shock. His eyes were filled with awe. Back when the Twenty Heavens traversed the universe, he had seen the divine form of the Third Confucian Ancestor from afar once. Seeing it again today still stirred his heart.
In various battlefields across the Taiwei Starfield, the powerful figures of Heaven and Hell all felt a profound and pure divine might, and their minds were shaken. Wubian, the Lord of the Dark Temple, who was engaged in battle with a Heavenly Court deity, suddenly froze, his expression changing drastically. He murmured in disbelief, "This is the divine might of the Third Confucian Ancestor of the Kunlun Realm! The aura is flawless. Could it be that the Third Ancestor has not completely perished and still exists in the world?"
On the other battlefield, Qing Cang was locked in a fierce battle with Shang Zu, the two locked in a stalemate, the heavens and earth cracking. Sensing the divine might of the Three Ancestors, Qing Cang's mind went blank, his attacks slowing by a fraction of a second. Shang Zu, ever cunning, immediately seized the opening, his fingertips condensing into the Heavenly Desolate Flowing Light Finger. A dazzling beam of light shot through the air, piercing straight through Qing Cang's chest, creating a gaping hole the size of a bowl, from which divine blood gushed forth.
Despite his excruciating pain, Qing Cang unleashed his full power of death energy, barely managing to force Shang Zu back. Looking down at the deep, bone-revealing wound on his chest, his old, blue face was filled with bitterness. He said with a wry smile, "I have lost." With that, he channeled his immense spiritual power to probe the battlefield where Ming De was. After a long while, he sighed deeply, "After Murong Ru, the Confucian path has produced another such prodigy! Judging from his spiritual power, he is already close to the Heavenly Perfection Realm. He can even use the Confucian Ancestor's sacred book to manifest the divine forms of the Three Ancestors. He may be able to take that step at any moment."
The divine form that Mingde evolved from was the natal divine form of the Third Confucian Ancestor of the Kunlun Realm. The Confucian Ancestor's Sacred Book in his hand was written by the Third Ancestor himself. The Third Ancestor entered the Dao through the book and created the lineage of Confucianism and Taoism with its righteous spirit. His martial arts cultivation was even greater than his spiritual power. In terms of combat strength, he was no less than the Heavenly Venerable. He was one of the twenty Heavenly Kings who shook the universe in the previous era. Back then, he traversed the starry sky and suppressed an era.
Both the Ferocious God and the Ancestor Ding were cultivators who had lived for millions of years. They had personally witnessed the magnificent scene of the Twenty Heavens traversing the universe and had even personally experienced the supreme divine power of the Three Ancestors. At this moment, seeing Mingde use his near-perfect spiritual power to recreate the divine images of the Three Ancestors through the Sacred Book of the Confucian Ancestor, the images of the Three Ancestors dominating the heavens and suppressing hell in the past surged into their minds. For a moment, they were dazed and their fighting spirit diminished sharply.
But the two were ultimately the strongest in the Underworld. Dingzu was the first to recover, his eyes growing even fiercer, his tone extremely arrogant: "So what if they were the Three Ancestors? So what if they once roamed the heavens! Today, I will shatter this myth of Confucianism and Taoism, and let the world know that the Twenty Heavens are a thing of the past!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he unleashed his divine realm. The pitch-black divine realm unfolded, evolving into a divine body millions of miles long. The profound mysteries of the Rakshasa Heavenly Dao and the Wind Dao were wildly intertwined around him. With a single punch, he possessed the power to recreate heaven and earth, directly shattering the endless void. The fist force carried a murderous aura that devoured everything, heading straight for the face of the Three Ancestors' divine form.
The Ferocious God also shouted in a deep voice: "Talented people emerge in every generation, each leading the way for tens of thousands of years! The Twenty Heavens have long since turned to withered bones. Today, I will slay this divine figure and pave the way for my enlightenment in the heavens!" He crossed the bone blades in his hands, and two black divine lights condensed into a cross-shaped blade energy that was hundreds of thousands of miles long. Wherever it passed, stars were shattered, and even the rules of the divine path were severed. It slashed towards the divine figure with unparalleled ferocity.
Mingde indifferently raised his hand, his mind merging with the Three Ancestors' Divine Image. The Divine Image wielded the Heavenly Writing Brush in mid-air, its righteous energy transforming into a ten-thousand-foot-long golden dragon. The dragon's tail swept across the heavens and earth, forcefully shattering the attacks of the two. Then, the Divine Image presented the Sacred Book of the Confucian Ancestor. The pages slowly unfurled, each page a world, each word a star. With the Three Ancestors' Divine Image's blessing, the Sacred Book resembled a miniature universe, with countless golden divine characters suspended within, gleaming brightly like a sky full of stars.
Divine runes shot forth, some transforming into raging divine flames that incinerated all things; others condensing into endless divine winds that tore through the void; still others gathering vast divine thunder that shattered the universe. Each divine rune connected with the very source of heaven and earth, evolving the power of the universe to its ultimate limit, possessing boundless power. The Divine Physician pointed his writing brush again, and countless divine runes surged forth, overwhelming the fierce and the fixed ancestor, bombarding them with divine powers in endless succession.
The two were struggling to keep up and were caught in a fierce battle. Just as they shattered one divine rune, ten more divine runes attacked in an instant. The divine runes were like a tide, endless and unstoppable. Even with their extraordinary cultivation, the two were gradually finding it difficult to hold on.
Upon seeing this, the War God Xuantian burst into wild laughter within the palace: "Hahaha! That troublesome divine script combat technique of Mingde is truly exhilarating! Today, you two hellish bastards should really taste it!"
The bodies of the Ferocious God and the Ancestor of Fixed Beginning were riddled with cracks by the divine script, and divine blood splattered everywhere. They tried to escape, but the power emanating from the Sacred Book of the Confucian Ancestor fixed them in the endless void, making it difficult for them to move even half a step. They had no choice but to grit their teeth and use their strongest divine power to resist.
"Ten Thousand Bones Demon God Split!" The Ferocious God Venerable roared, and the profound mysteries of destiny, the Heavenly Dao of the Bone Emperor, and the Heavenly Dao of the Bone Sovereign all bloomed around him. Thousands of bone patterns appeared on his skeletal body, condensing into a skeletal demon god that was nearly ten million miles long. The demon god punched out, and the universe collapsed directly, forming a huge black hole. Countless divine runes were swept into the black hole and instantly annihilated.
Dingzu also unleashed his ultimate divine power, "Great Luo Cloud-Turning Hand"! He condensed the three profound mysteries of the Rakshasa Heavenly Dao, the Dao of Space, and the Dao of Wind in his palm. Suddenly, a phantom hand that blotted out the sky appeared in the starry sky. As the hand fell, it stirred up a monstrous spatial storm. Wherever it passed, divine runes shattered, and even the River of Righteous Qi was disturbed and made to turbulent.
Mingde stood atop the river of righteous energy and said with a faint smile, "Xionghai, Luoding, your combat strength is among the top in the Hell Realm, but unfortunately, you chose the wrong opponents. Do you think you can easily overpower me? If the person in charge behind you came in person, there would be some chance, but you two are not qualified!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his body shone brightly, and the supreme treasures of Confucianism and Taoism appeared one after another. In addition to the Sacred Book of the Confucian Ancestor, the wordless Heavenly Book floated in the air, its blank pages filled with endless Taoist charm; the Ailao Map slowly unfolded, revealing the mountains and rivers, containing the vitality of heaven and earth; the Talking Heaven Brush in his hand shone even brighter, and the starlight at the tip of the brush condensed, far exceeding the previous level.
The four supreme treasures of Confucianism and Taoism flew together to the side of the Three Ancestors' Divine Image. The divine power of the treasures combined and merged into the image's body. In an instant, the divine power of the Three Ancestors' Divine Image surged again. Its previously somewhat illusory body became incredibly solid, and its empty eyes gained brilliance. Its gaze was like lightning, as if the Third Confucian Ancestor had truly been resurrected, overlooking the universe.
The divine physiognomist picked up his writing brush and, with a flourish, poured ink into the paper. Golden divine light condensed into characters, and an ancient Confucian classic slowly took shape, each word resounding and echoing through the starry sky: "A gentleman is harmonious yet not swayed, how strong and upright! He is neutral yet not biased, how strong and upright! When the state is well-governed, he remains steadfast in his principles, how strong and upright! When the state is not well-governed, he remains steadfast until death, how strong and upright! A gentleman chooses what is good and holds fast to it, following the Way. If he abandons it halfway, I cannot help but…"
With each word uttered, the righteous aura emanating from the Divine Image intensified, transforming into a boundless sea of righteous energy, its majestic power enveloping the entire star field. The profound principles of the righteous path contained within the scripture materialized into tangible power; each word was like an indestructible divine sword, piercing the void and precisely striking the divine bodies of the Ferocious God Venerable and the Ancestor of Fixation.
Righteous energy is the ultimate weapon against evil. The two cultivators, struck by the divine sword, were instantly gripped by excruciating pain. Their bodies disintegrated at a visible speed, and the dark divine realm within them was illuminated by the righteous light, crumbling into nothingness. For these wicked cultivators who sought enlightenment through killing, righteous energy was the most potent poison and the fiercest divine fire in the world, scorching their very souls.
"Xuantian! You old bastard, why aren't you making a move!" The Ferocious God Venerable narrowly dodged the palm strike from the Divine Image, his bone blade desperately blocking a sword of righteous energy. The bone blade was even slightly bent. He turned his head and roared angrily at the Xuantian War God at the edge of the star field, his tone full of urgency.
Dingzu was in even worse shape; his chest was pierced through by the Divine Image's brush, golden divine runes raging within his body, tearing a gaping hole tens of thousands of miles long in his divine form. His face contorted with fear, he cried out, "War God of Xuantian! My Tianluo Divine Kingdom and the Undying Blood Clan have been allies for generations, helping and supporting each other! Quickly come and help us suppress Mingde! If we can kill him today, all the treasures on his body, such as the Confucian Ancestor's Sacred Book and the Heavenly Writing Brush, will be yours!"
He knew in his heart that Mingde was blessed by four Confucian and Taoist treasures, and the evolved Three Ancestors Divine Form was probably 60% as powerful as the Three Ancestors in their time. Its attack had reached the level of indestructibility and immeasurability. Even if he and Xionghai joined forces, they would not be a match for him. If he did not come to the rescue, he would probably be suppressed today.
Upon hearing this, the God of War Xuantian stroked the shaft of his spear with his fingers, pondered for a moment, and thought to himself, "Mingde's combat power is so extraordinary. He can fight two opponents at once and still suppress two supreme beings. If I sit idly by and let Xionghai and Dingzu be suppressed, the Underworld will definitely take its anger out on me. I cannot bear this responsibility."
As he pondered, he sighed softly, rose, and put away the palace. A blood-red stone tablet suddenly appeared above his head, its surface covered with ancient runes and radiating a terrifying aura of blood. He gripped his spear tightly, its tip flashing with a cold light that pierced the starry sky. In a single step, he traversed billions of miles, shouting fiercely at Mingde, "Mingde, stop your violence! Behold my divine spear!"
Before he finished speaking, the God of War Xuantian had already charged forward, his spear sweeping across the battlefield. The crimson spear light surged like a long river, directly approaching the Three Ancestor Gods, and the battle situation changed again in an instant.