Chapter 569

Chapter 569: The True Body of Changsheng Tian

“Foolish! Without my control, the vast grassland will become a scattered pile of sand; at that time, all of you will die, die…” Changsheng Tian’s anger fills the heavens and the earth. He never expected that Li Hui would dare to come knocking. Could someone with only the appearance of myriad manifestations sense the call of the Unrivaled Calamity Master? That is impossible.

The sky seems to collapse as lightning cascades down like a waterfall.

Blood calamity, like a curse and like bug worms, begins to kill and devour one another. An invisible force is brewing in the heavens and the earth, as blood soaked from battles of unknown years flows into the sky, merging with the blood-red calamity characters.

Li Hui, in a moment of impulse, feels he must come. If he doesn’t arrive, once Changsheng Tian successfully faces tribulation, there will be no signs of life anywhere, and even those related to him will cease to exist.

A wave of spiritual sense, like a fortress wall, pushes across the vast grassland as Changsheng Tian searches for his enemy. He must find the source of this calamity. Unless Li Hui has already left the grassland, he had to be able to find the little thief who slipped through the cracks.

“Xiao Jiu, the storm is coming, hurry back inside and rest!” Li Da stands at the door of the thatched hut, waving.

“Okay, I’ll head back now.” Li Hui becomes Li Xiao Jiu again. His immense spiritual sense sweeps over and finds nothing amiss; one can only see and hear him if they transcend the Six Paths. Despite being a god, Changsheng Tian has not transcended the Six Paths.

The Towering Pillar, standing tall in the center of the vast grassland, shows signs of cracking. No matter how many divine acts Changsheng Tian performs to repair it, fissures will always appear.

“Boom…” A bolt of lightning strikes the earth, too bright and dazzling, blinding many nearby Giant Armored soldiers. The divine slaves flee in a panic as the Towering Pillar topples; could it be that the god has faced misfortune?

Purple clouds appear in the sky, resembling a giant poisonous scorpion.

Li Hui has long since realized that the Towering Pillar is a seal, trapping all of Changsheng Tian’s aura. Once that aura is exposed, the heavens and the earth will turn deadly.

“Blood calamity forms a curse; talismans kill the god, swiftly!”

The voice creates ripples that spread out, revealing many bright red "calamity" characters in the sky. They merge frantically to form an immense character for "cut."

A similarly huge purple poisonous scorpion roars, “What is happening?”

“Boom, boom, boom…” The blood returns, the curse never ends, cutting both god and soul; curses rain down on heaven and earth. Such methods are rare throughout history.

“Break for me!” The purple poisonous scorpion tries to rush through the blood “cut”, but this character is both a talisman and a curse, both a bug and a calamity. To break its seal, one must transcend the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

With a loud "bang," the purple poisonous scorpion shatters into 129,600 pieces, transforming into countless black scorpions, big and small. Normally, it could reassemble with a simple roll, but the tribulation thunder falls from the sky, killing over thirty thousand immediately, a significant loss.

“No, blood sacrifice!” Changsheng Tian roars as the fanatical believers on the grassland explode into blood mist, sending all their strength to the only god they revere.

“Bang…” Another heavy tremor occurs; it’s better for Changsheng Tian not to carry out the blood sacrifice, for it makes the power of the "cut" blood curse greatly increase.

Heaven may forgive sins, but human scheming cannot be ignored. Just as the purple poisonous scorpion begins to reassemble, it collapses into countless pieces again. A deluge of tribulation thunder rushes in, and the first god of the Wutu Continent has become history, transforming into wisps of green smoke that drift away, his divine might gradually vanishing.

Li Hui sits in the thatched hut and quietly says, “You cannot replace the dead with the living! Indeed, everyone is deceiving heaven, but this blood ‘cut’ is still fermenting.”

To forge this method, he has unleashed the demonic heart and the heart of hell, along with the beginnings and ends of Tian Xin and the ghost heart. This is equivalent to sealing the blood talismans of the god among the Six Paths to eliminate calamities and contend for the Unrivaled Calamity Master.

Just as the grassland calms down, a thunder calamity erupts in the Barbarian Nation. Thirty-six shamans raise their heads and shout, resisting the terrifying calamity descending upon them.

At the same time, dark clouds of thunder swirl above the royal city of the Great Xia.

The tribulations annihilate each of Changsheng Tian’s avatars one by one, and with each calamity’s ashes, a blood light reflects, circling around to escape to another location.

At this moment, Li Hui is astonished: “The Giant Armored Tribe, the Barbarian Nation, the Great Xia, the vassal states of the Great Xia, the small frontier nations, and even the small islands in the sea all have Changsheng Tian’s External Transformation and avatars. Wait, this direction, this feeling…”

Dalong, Haotu Sect, tribulations are descending.

“Is it the leader of the Haotu Sect?” Li Hui is alarmed as the magnificent blood light rushes toward the Haotu Sect, converging in the air to form a tall figure that looks grim toward the main peak.

The leader of the Haotu Sect, who has always been as elusive as a divine dragon, steps out from his retreat. He sports an ancient celestial bun, his form slim, and his whiskers whistle in the wind; an icy smile appears on his face as he exclaims loudly, “Did you not expect it, Li Hui, Li Yingjun? This sect is Changsheng Tian! Because of my long lifespan, I have been the summer emperor, the leader of the Jin Tian Sect, the head of the Heavenly Demon Gate, and the adoptive father of the thirteenth leader of the Heavenly Talisman Sect. While wandering among other continents, I gained countless opportunities, and with patience, I can assume various identities and statuses.”

“Hahaha!” The sect leader throws back his head and laughs. “Look at you now, possessing the Six Paths and being able to invade others’ life trajectories at will; do you think you’re immensely powerful? Do you think you’re capable of anything? Hahaha, you are wrong, vastly wrong; it is a grave error; in the end, we are all mere playthings of heaven.”

“Heaven is ruthless and treats all creatures as straws. I don’t know when it started that I conceived a thought of becoming the heaven, to reach the lofty heights of old heaven! Changsheng Tian is but a product of my attempts to become heaven, and thus I understood a principle: why do cultivators and living beings face calamities? Hahaha, because heaven needs the respect of living beings; the heavenly path is selfish, and those immortals wish to replace it, resulting in immortal calamities.”

“Crack, crack…” Vast and boundless tribulations of the heavens shoot down, aiming all their might at the leader of the Haotu Sect.

“Did I say it correctly? So you want to eliminate me, remove me, the one who has been your executioner for forty thousand years? The Unrivaled Calamity Master is but your pawn…” The roar drowns out his words as the intensity of the calamity instantaneously flattens multiple mountain peaks.

The leader of the Haotu Sect commands, “Living this long, only my obsession with the Dao allows my sect to continue existing. Li Hui, ever since you returned from Wan Nest Island, you fell into our sights. Why is it that the Haotu Sect just happens to recruit disciples? Why does Li Maocai, who has been sitting in retreat, accept you as a disciple? This is the result of my behind-the-scenes connections! In the meantime, something went awry; I didn’t expect you would visit the Geng Gold Continent, and come back out of my control, easily taking care of Zhang Daoheng. You and Zhang Daoheng are both pawns of my sect, destined for fierce battles that end with mutual destruction; unfortunately, human calculations cannot compare with heaven’s! Ultimately, heaven is superior; to get rid of me, this pawn they’ve grown weary of, they would rather let you become this strong.”

At this moment, the Haotu Sect exudes a brilliant golden light.

“Blessed by Buddhist fortune?” Li Hui sees the golden light rising from the main peak in shock: “This is no ordinary Buddhist treasure; it’s stronger than the Tianyan Sun and Moon Dharma Wheel from Yuan Chen Heavenly Mansion! It is enough to suppress its own fortune, increasing the odds of overcoming the great calamity by thirty percent.”

“Come! Face the tribulation with me. There are many people underground. My sect knows your kind heart. If you do not face the tribulation with me, all the refugees and everyone in the Haotu Sect will turn to ashes.”