Chapter 367
by fanqienovelChapter 367: Innate Primordial Divine Mountain
“Human Ancestor!”
Zun roared furiously, his dozens of arms adopting a sky-supporting stance, barely withstanding the falling Nuwa temple. Chaotic energy exploded, blasting Zun’s skin and flesh into a bloody mess, while his body kept plummeting.
Mad Daoist watched, his heart pounding in terror.
“Can a single Merit Dao Embryo truly be that powerful?” Mad Daoist wondered to himself.
He did not know that the Human Ancestor’s care for all living beings was fated, and the fusion of the Merit Dao Embryo with him was like wings on a tiger. His strength neared that of the peak Heavenly Emperor.
Therefore, defeating Zun was more than enough.
“Roar!” Zun bellowed toward the sky, his dozens of arms whirling and swatting away the Nuwa temple. From the depths of his mind, Primordial Dao Fire erupted with a mystical radiance, setting Zun ablaze all over.
A terrifying aura burst from Zun. His eyes gleamed like the sun, as two divine flames shot out, igniting the chaos and incinerating everything in its path.
High in the heavens, the Human Ancestor’s gaze sharpened. “He’s fighting for his life…”
He held no hope of slaying Zun.
After all, this was a Chaotic Demon God whose fame matched Pangu’s, one who had clung to existence since the cataclysm of the creation of the heavens, nearly returning to his peak. Killing Him was harder than scaling the sky.
The Human Ancestor had never considered it from the beginning.
His goal was to destroy Zun’s foundation.
Hum!
The Human Ancestor activated his mystic art. Faintly, the Xuantian Merit Dao Embryo manifested, and profound, mysterious forces from all realms gathered and poured into the Human Ancestor’s body.
“Today, this old man will use the power of all beings to cut down your undying foundation!”
The Human Ancestor’s voice echoed across the firmament.
Clang!
The vast divine might converged into a single beam of sword light, blazing like the sun, illuminating all realms. That instant, countless beings witnessed this breathtakingly splendid scene, their minds trembling.
Swish!
Resilience, bravery, wisdom…
This sword held the power of all living beings in the world. It was no longer bound by daos or laws but resembled a unique spiritual might.
“The Mother Goddess is truly biased!” Mad Daoist sighed, recognizing the Human Ancestor’s accomplishment in this sword.
That was the Human Ancestor’s dao, the path of merit, and the beauty of all beings.
“May everyone become like dragons!”
The Human Ancestor smiled warmly and swung his sword to slay the demon god.
Boom!
Wherever the sword qi passed, Void Tombs shattered in succession. Pure Energy ascended, Turbid Energy descended, unfolding a scene reminiscent of the creation of the heavens.
Zun paled with terror. The Human Ancestor’s power was too fearsome. If He had fully consumed the power of the river of Time and Space and restored His peak state, He would have absolutely no fear of the Human Ancestor.
However, He was not at His peak now. With this sword strike descending, His chance of survival was slim.
“Daoist friend, lend me a hand!”
Zun turned his gaze toward Mad Daoist.
Mad Daoist rolled his eyes. "This sword strike would at most leave you half-dead. Dying isn’t that easy!"
"…" Zun’s veins bulged furiously.
Crack!
In an instant, the sword energy slashed down, severing all twelve of Zun’s arms in one sweep. It shattered his armor and pierced directly into his consciousness.
"He intends to destroy my foundation!" Zun gasped in horror. The human ancestor was targeting the Primordial Dao Fire—he aimed to sever it and eradicate Zun’s very essence.
Desperate, Zun channeled the Primordial Dao Fire with crazed intensity. Countless divine patterns surged upward, transforming into layers upon layers of fiery domains.
But the human ancestor’s power utterly overwhelmed him. The sword sliced through the Primordial Dao Fire’s energy like hot knife through butter, its light cleaving deep into the flames and slicing off one-third of the Primordial Dao Fire.
Boom!
With a vast explosion of divine might, that third of the Primordial Dao Fire evaporated alongside the sword energy.
"Wastrel! Utter wastrel!" Mad Daoist watched in agony. That excised portion was priceless treasure—yet the human ancestor had casually destroyed it.
"Aaaargh!" Zun’s composure shattered.
He glared fixedly at the wizened figure seated cross-legged in the heavens. "Human ancestor! When the Immortal Realm crumbles, I shall drag you personally down to the yellow springs!"
"This old man shall await you."
The human ancestor smiled faintly. Severing a third of Zun’s foundation had crippled him beyond recovery. His purpose here was fulfilled.
Retracting his aura, the Nuwa temple flew back into his Purple Palace. He settled calmly into meditation, ignoring Zun entirely.
"Sigh…"
Mad Daoist sneered mockingly. "Had you given me half the Primordial Dao Fire earlier, you’d never have suffered such wounds. Brought this misery on yourself."
Zun suppressed his murderous rage. Both the human ancestor and Mad Daoist were foul scoundrels.
"I need days to recuperate. In ten days, we open the alien universe passage." After that curt declaration, Zun sat down, absorbing chaotic energy in great gulps. His severed arms visibly regenerated at astonishing speed.
Mad Daoist watched in fascination. A Chaotic Demon God was nearly immortal, capable of incredible recovery—Zun surpassed even that norm.
Yet, the physical wounds meant little. The true devastation lay in the loss of Primordial Dao Fire.
His power could never return to peak strength now. This Zun, shorn of his fangs, posed no threat to Mad Daoist.
"I wonder where that Innate Primordial Divine Mountain landed."
Mad Daoist flew toward the crash site.
"Gone?"
Frowning, he scanned the zone where the Innate Primordial Divine Mountain should lie. He remembered the location perfectly but had held back from claiming it while Zun watched, unwilling to provoke an irreparable clash.
But for the mountain to vanish completely in mere moments? Utterly bizarre.
"Chaotic Demon Gods don’t hoard treasures," Mad Daoist muttered. "So Zun couldn’t have taken it. Someone got there before me and snatched the Divine Mountain."
"Hehe…"
The Mad Daoist’s smile turned icy. "Someone actually dared to take my things right under my eyes."
He released his Divine Sense and within moments, locked onto a sneaky figure.
"Do you think you can run?"
The Mad Daoist’s figure gradually vanished into the chaos.
Ye Xu fled desperately.
"This time I’ve hit the jackpot." Ye Xu was overjoyed.
He had witnessed the value of the Innate Primordial Divine Mountain firsthand—it rivaled the Nuwa temple. If its master hadn’t yet recovered to his peak, he probably wouldn’t have been defeated so thoroughly.
"At the very least, it’s a treasure equal to the Xuanyuan Sword," Ye Xu thought.
"Little brat, you’ve taken my treasure. Where do you think you’re escaping to?"
Suddenly, a white-clad youth appeared before Ye Xu.
The Mad Daoist stood with his hands behind his back. Even from a distance, his killing intent could be sensed.
"Esteemed one, your words lack meaning."
Ye Xu grew slightly apprehensive.
The Mad Daoist was an utter lunatic and one of the strongest figures in this universe. Spotting his traces was far too easy.
"The Innate Primordial Divine Mountain was ownerless. That I obtained it shows my capability," Ye Xu said with a laugh.
The Mad Daoist turned and flashed a chilling grin.
"In that case, if I kill you, it becomes ownerless again—belonging to me," the Mad Daoist jeered.
"…"
Ye Xu was speechless.
The Mad Daoist truly was a logical genius.
"Could it be that this avatar of mine will meet its end here today?" Ye Xu sighed.
He didn’t wish to die here.
The avatar itself wasn’t vital, but his Purple Palace stored numerous treasures.
The Mad Daoist advanced toward Ye Xu. With each step, rules descended, suppressing all of Ye Xu’s cultivation. Even his Immortal Golden Body faced comprehensive oppression.
"You also follow the path of merit. Perfect for my research," the Mad Daoist cackled.
"Esteemed one."
Ye Xu smiled faintly. "Kill me, and I’m afraid it’ll cost you far more than nine trillion."
Swoosh!
At those words.
The Mad Daoist’s steps abruptly halted.
His pupils contracted as he stared intensely at Ye Xu. "Who the hell are you?" he exclaimed in shock.
The matter of nine trillion, in theory, should only be known to him and the master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion.
Yet this kid knew about it, making his identity deeply suspicious.
"My name is Ye Li, and I have some connection with Heaven’s Secret Pavilion." Seeing the Mad Daoist withdraw his killing intent, Ye Xu felt a wave of relief. "Would the esteemed one care to know more?"