The high-altitude battlefield above the fractured earth remained a chaotic, swirling canvas of violently clashing energies. The suffocating, temporal freeze imposed by the descending deities had completely shattered, allowing the roaring winds and the explosive shockwaves of mortal combat to resume their destructive rampage across the firmament.
Hovering gracefully on the periphery of the violently churning domains, Zhang Tian's Blood Silver Mirage Clone had successfully executed the supreme, overarching objective of his master. He had flawlessly forced the deities to withdraw their direct interference. Now, his final task was to ensure his beloved Supreme Pontiff possessed the unquestionable superiority required to crush the heavily fortified heirs of the Clear Sky Sect.
The clone raised his arms, his deep black ninth spirit ring blazing with a blinding, transcendent radiance. He did not channel this energy into a destructive, offensive strike. Instead, he drew upon the deepest, most unfathomable reserves of the Primal Genesis Energy housed within his constructed form. This energy was the supreme, foundational force of creation, the very essence from which all elemental laws were originally birthed.
With a precise, calculated thrust of his hands, the clone sent this highly concentrated, brilliant beam of pure Primal Genesis Energy shooting directly across the sky, plunging it straight into the center of Bibi Dong's elegant back.
The Supreme Pontiff gasped loudly, her beautiful pink eyes flying wide open in profound, undeniable shock.
The moment the Primal Genesis Energy flooded into her expanded meridians, it acted as an unparalleled, supreme catalyst. Bibi Dong's Rakshasa Divine Energy, which was fundamentally fueled by intense decay, profound evil, and highly corrosive corruption, violently reacted to the infusion. Instead of rejecting the dark attributes, the Primal Genesis Energy embraced them, forcefully awakening and amplifying her latent comprehension of the most ancient, primordial dark elemental laws.
The shadowy, violet aura radiating from her flawless papal gown instantly deepened into an impenetrable, pitch-black void laced with highly toxic, glowing emerald veins. She felt her spirit instinctively reach out and grasp the fundamental, structural laws of the elements at the divine level. The venom coursing through her power was no longer just a lethal toxin; it became the very concept of decay itself. Her shadows were no longer merely the absence of light; they became the primordial void that existed before the stars were born.
Having successfully delivered this supreme empowerment, Zhang Tian's Blood Silver Mirage Clone offered a highly satisfied, deeply affectionate smile toward the Supreme Pontiff.
"Crush them, my beautiful sovereign," the clone murmured smoothly, his voice carrying clearly over the roaring gales.
His mission completely fulfilled, the clone did not linger to drain any more of the ambient spiritual resonance. The physical form of the Blood Silver Mirage Clone rapidly destabilized, dissolving into a shimmering, beautiful shower of silver and crimson light that scattered into the howling winds, leaving Bibi Dong alone to face the two towering titans of the Clear Sky Sect.
Bibi Dong slowly rolled her elegant shoulders, her rose-pink hair whipping wildly around her face. She raised her pale right hand, firmly gripping the heavy, dark purple haft of the Scythe of the Rakshasa Goddess. The massive divine weapon hummed with unprecedented, terrifying vitality, eagerly drinking in the newly evolved, primordial dark attributes flowing from her palms.
She turned her dark, highly venomous gaze toward Tang Chen and Tang Hao. She did not know that the Asura God and the Slaughter God had secretly, flawlessly imparted their ultimate, world-ending techniques into the minds of these two men just moments prior. She only knew that they possessed deep, highly dangerous connections with the Asura lineage, and she intended to completely eradicate their existence from the Douluo Continent.
"You both reek of that hypocritical enforcer's foul stench," Bibi Dong declared coldly, her melodic voice echoing with newfound, elemental authority. "Today, your vaunted hammers will shatter, and your lineage will be permanently erased from the annals of history."
Tang Chen, hovering within the massive, dark metal phantom of his Clear Sky Avatar, narrowed his deep black eyes. The Asura Demon Sword resting in his avatar's colossal grasp pulsed with a heavy, bloody light. He could palpably feel the terrifying, unprecedented shift in the Supreme Pontiff's aura. The dark energy she projected was no longer just a domain; it felt like a suffocating, inescapable law of nature pressing down upon his spiritual sea.
"Arrogant words from a woman wielding stolen, decaying shadows!" Tang Chen roared, his ancient, scarred face twisting into a mask of pure, unyielding martial fury. "You have no comprehension of true, righteous slaughter! I will show you the ultimate peak of the Asura's path!"
Beside him, Tang Hao was practically vibrating with a berserker's rage. The shallow, necrotic wounds inflicted upon him earlier had been forcefully cauterized, but the pain only fueled his intense, burning killing intent.
Tang Hao gripped the God-Slaughtering Blood-Cleaver with both hands, his muscles bulging under his torn clothing. He immediately activated the profound, secret techniques imparted to him by Hypros.
"Slaughter God's Wrath!" Tang Hao bellowed, his voice tearing through the sky like a jagged blade.
A ferociously violent internal circulation technique forcefully ignited the blood within his veins. His skin turned a deep, burning crimson, and his physical strength and Killing Intent multiplied tenfold in a fraction of a second. The freezing white mist of his domain churned furiously, rapidly transforming.
"Annihilation Slaughter Domain!" Tang Hao chanted, executing the supreme structural enhancement he had just acquired.
He perfectly, flawlessly merged his explosive, high-tier spirit rings directly into the core of his Deathgod Domain. The white mist instantly turned a blinding, bloody red, allowing him to unleash and sustain a vastly greater volume of pure Divine Energy without risking the catastrophic shattering of his own mortal meridians.
"I will cleave your head from your shoulders, you venomous witch!" Tang Hao screamed, launching himself forward like a fired cannonball.
He swung the colossal, jagged God-Slaughtering Blood-Cleaver in a wide, devastating horizontal arc. "Bloodthirsty Demonic Strike!"
A massive, life-draining wave of heavy, spectral blood erupted from the blade. The attack was designed to sever the vital essence of the enemy, completely ignoring physical shields and directly targeting the spiritual sea.
Bibi Dong did not even flinch. Her pink eyes glowed with a toxic, emerald light as she gracefully spun her divine weapon. She drew upon the profound techniques she had witnessed the Rakshasa Goddess perform just moments earlier during the divine clash against the Sea God.
"Fourth Scythe Form - Venomous Void Laceration," Bibi Dong intoned softly, her voice carrying a chilling, harmonic dissonance.
She swung the Scythe of the Rakshasa Goddess in a massive, sweeping upward arc. Supported by the Primal Genesis Energy, the resulting attack was terrifying. A hyper-condensed, pitch-black blade of pure, toxic void energy erupted from the scythe. The laceration flawlessly tore through the very fabric of space, colliding head-on with Tang Hao's heavy, bloody wave.
The toxic void energy did not merely clash with the blood; it actively, aggressively poisoned the divine construct. The spectral blood rapidly turned a sickly, rotting brown before completely destabilizing and collapsing into a harmless shower of corrupted mist.
"What?!" Tang Hao gasped, his eyes widening in profound shock as his newly acquired, divine strike was so effortlessly neutralized.
"Do not charge blindly, Hao'er!" Tang Chen commanded, stepping forward to cover his grandson's momentary vulnerability.
Tang Chen initiated the complex, rhythmic footwork of the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer technique, rapidly swinging the colossal Clear Sky Avatar in continuous, compounding circles. One, two, four, eight swings—he quickly stacked the kinetic momentum, the heavy metal roaring as it tore through the air.
Simultaneously, he seamlessly blended this momentum with his profound self-created arts.
"Clear Sky Nine Absolutes - Absolute Shatter!" Tang Chen roared, directing the massively compounded kinetic force directly toward the Supreme Pontiff.
A torrential hurricane of pure, unadulterated physical force shot forward, seeking to crush Bibi Dong under the weight of a falling mountain range.
Bibi Dong merely smiled, her rose-pink hair fluttering gracefully. She raised her left hand, her dark energy swirling with primordial density.
"Eighth Spirit Ring Ability - Spider Clone," Bibi Dong commanded.
Drawing upon her mortal ability but heavily infusing it with her newly evolved Rakshasa Divine Energy, she forcefully tore open the fabric of space. Two perfect, physical duplicates materialized beside her. However, unlike her previous clones, these figures radiated a terrifying, corrosive aura that felt remarkably close to that of a true demigod, perfectly mimicking the technique the Rakshasa Goddess had used.
"Eighth Scythe Form - Death Weaver's Snare," the first clone intoned calmly, stepping directly into the path of Tang Chen's descending kinetic hurricane.
The clone rapidly spun its ethereal, emerald-green spider scythes, weaving a massive, complex net of highly condensed, pure primordial Rakshasa energy. Tang Chen's heavy, kinetic hammer strike crashed into the snare, sinking deep into the dark, sticky void. The overwhelming physical force was completely, flawlessly absorbed and nullified by the divine construct, the kinetic energy rotting away into nothingness.
"Impossible!" Tang Chen gritted his teeth, his arms trembling from the sheer rebound of having his ultimate momentum halted so abruptly.
Seeing his grandfather's attack fail, Tang Hao bypassed all hesitation. He drew upon the deepest, most dangerous reserves of his cultivation. The nine brilliant spirit rings circling his body suddenly shot forward, flying directly into the massive phantom of his Clear Sky Hammer.
"Great Sumeru Hammer! Ring Explosion!" Tang Hao roared, a desperate, feral sound tearing from his throat.
He violently detonated his first six spirit rings in rapid succession. The yellow, purple, and black halos shattered into millions of fragments, funneling a catastrophic, apocalyptic surge of pure, destructive spirit power directly into his meridians. His muscles tore and wept blood under the extreme stress, but the Annihilation Slaughter Domain held his body together, converting the raw pain into unparalleled offensive power.
He brought the colossal, glowing black hammer down toward Bibi Dong's main body, the strike generating a localized black hole of pure, unadulterated physical destruction.
Bibi Dong's eyes narrowed slightly, acknowledging the sheer, suicidal power of the attack. She did not attempt to block it with a simple snare. She gripped her divine scythe with both hands, her aura spiking to a terrifying pinnacle.
"Ninth Spirit Ring Ability - Space Tearing Abyss Slash," Bibi Dong murmured, her single, dark red hundred-thousand-year spirit ring pulsing with blinding brilliance.
She unleashed a massive, dark green cross-slash from her scythe. The attack sliced cleanly, effortlessly through the fabric of reality itself, generating a massive, gaping void filled with primordial decay.
The Great Sumeru Hammer, carrying the explosive power of six detonated spirit rings, crashed directly into the Space Tearing Abyss Slash.
The collision defied mortal comprehension. A dome of chaotic, multi-colored light expanded outward, followed by a shockwave that completely vaporized the remaining clouds within a hundred-mile radius. The sound arrived a second later—a deafening, apocalyptic boom that temporarily deafened the combatants.
Tang Hao's eyes widened in sheer, unmitigated horror as he felt the apocalyptic momentum of his Great Sumeru Hammer completely halt. The ultimate physical force was being rapidly, systematically dismantled. The primordial void energy actively devoured the explosive spirit power, the toxic decay rotting the kinetic force before it could crush her.
"You are nothing more than a brute swinging a heavy rock," Bibi Dong mocked, her voice echoing from everywhere at once.
Suddenly, Bibi Dong's main body vanished from her position, utilizing her profound spatial mastery. She reappeared directly above Tang Hao, her scythe raised high.
"Seventh Scythe Form - Soul Tearing Dance!" she intoned.
She began to spin, wielding the Scythe of the Rakshasa Goddess in a mesmerizing, highly lethal dance. Every single swing of the heavy blade generated a massive, expanding wave of dark, shrieking phantom energy. Thousands of these soul-tearing waves radiated outward in a perfect sphere, completely engulfing Tang Hao's position.
Tang Hao desperately tried to raise his Blood-Cleaver to defend himself, but the sheer density of the Rakshasa Divine Energy acted as a grinding wall. The phantom waves slashed across his heavily muscled arms and torso, slicing through his spirit defenses and inflicting deep, necrotic wounds that immediately began to rot his flesh.
Tang Hao screamed in agony, his body plummeting backward through the sky, heavily injured and bleeding dark, corrupted blood.
Seeing his grandson fall, Tang Chen's eyes burned with a profound, terrifying crimson light. He realized that conventional mortal techniques, even the supreme arts of the Clear Sky Sect, were entirely insufficient against this primordial darkness. He had to utilize the ultimate secret passed down by the Godking.
Tang Chen forcibly dispersed his Clear Sky Avatar, discarding the giant hammer phantom. He gripped the Asura Demon Sword with both hands, raising the Super Divine Artifact high above his head. He forcefully ignited the deepest, most ancient reserves of the Asura bloodline hidden within his very marrow.
"Witness the true power of the Enforcer!" Tang Chen bellowed, his voice resonating with a metallic, divine echo. "Asura Blood Sword!"
It was the ultimate technique of the Asura God. Tang Chen poured a staggering, massive amount of his Level 99 spirit power directly into the blade. The God and the Sword united. This supreme move liberated all of the latent Asura Power hidden within his bloodline.
Tang Chen's physical body violently changed, transforming into a brilliant, bloody red glow that bent and merged flawlessly with the crimson light of his domain. He literally transformed into the sword itself, becoming a colossal, blindingly red blade of pure, unadulterated killing intent.
He slashed down from the heavens toward the opponent. One slash from this sword being brought out was like as if it could effortlessly cut through heaven and earth. The sheer, overwhelming purity of the strike temporarily parted the oppressive, dark clouds of the Rakshasa Domain.
Bibi Dong stopped her spin, her pink eyes locking onto the descending, apocalyptic crimson blade. She could feel the genuine, terrifying threat of the Asura God's ultimate technique. If that strike landed, even her Primal Genesis-infused body would be grievously sundered.
"Impressive," Bibi Dong admitted smoothly. "But easily predicted."
She did not retreat. She raised the Scythe of the Rakshasa Goddess, channeling every ounce of her dark, primordial energy into the curved, emerald-weeping blade.
"Twelfth Scythe Form - Shadow Demon Execution!" Bibi Dong declared.
She swung her divine weapon upwards, meeting the descending Asura Blood Sword head-on. However, the technique did not clash directly with the heavy, crimson greatsword. Instead, utilizing the profound, primordial void attributes, her scythe phased entirely through the solid, bloody light, slipping seamlessly past the blade's intrinsic, corrosive aura.
The dark energy solidified at the last microsecond, slashing brutally across the side of the massive crimson sword construct.
Tang Chen grunted in sudden, agonizing pain as the ethereal strike bypassed his ultimate defense, the necrotic venom instantly biting into his spiritual sea. The trajectory of the Asura Blood Sword was violently disrupted, the massive crimson blade missing Bibi Dong by mere inches and cleaving a massive, smoking trench into the empty sky below.
Before Tang Chen could recover his physical form, Bibi Dong pressed the attack relentlessly.
"Fourteenth Scythe Form - Rakshasa's Apocalyptic Judgment!" Bibi Dong commanded, her voice carrying the weight of a descending executioner.
A colossal, concentrated downward smash of pure, hyper-dense dark energy erupted from her scythe, aimed directly at Tang Chen's destabilized form.
"Asura's Heaven-Severing Strike!" Tang Chen roared desperately, utilizing another of the secret divine techniques.
He forced his body back into a humanoid shape, swinging the Asura Demon Sword in a sweeping horizontal attack designed to cleanly cleave through spatial defenses. The bloody red light clashed violently against the descending dark judgment.
The resulting explosion of divine energy sent both Limit Douluos sliding backward through the sky, their respective domains churning in a chaotic, volatile frenzy. Tang Chen was breathing heavily, sweat pouring down his scarred face. Despite utilizing the ultimate techniques of a Godking, he found himself completely unable to gain the upper hand against the Supreme Pontiff's flawless, primordial mastery.
Meanwhile, high above this terrifying clash of dark and bloody divinities, an equally desperate and monumental battle was unfolding near the blinding radiance of the sun.
Qian Daoliu, the Grand Enshrinement of the Spirit Hall, appeared as a majestic, untouchable deity of light. His six massive, pristine white Seraphim wings beat with a slow, rhythmic grace, propelling him through the stratosphere with impossible, blinding speed. He was fully merged with his Seraphim Avatar, a colossal, glowing golden phantom that radiated an aura of pure, unquestionable holy authority.
Standing opposite him, struggling against the thin, freezing air of the high altitudes, was Bo Saixi, the serene High Priestess of Sea God Island.
With the Sea God's divine presence completely vacated from her body, and situated hundreds of miles inland away from the empowering depths of the ocean, Bo Saixi was severely, fatally handicapped. She could no longer rely on the limitless aquatic energy that usually fueled her devastating attacks.
Qian Daoliu recognized his absolute, undeniable tactical advantage, and he pressed it without a single ounce of mercy.
"You should have remained on your island, Bo Saixi," Qian Daoliu stated, his deep, resonant voice echoing with profound sorrow and unyielding duty. "In the sky, beneath the gaze of the sun, the Seraphim is supreme."
He raised the Angel Divine Sword, pointing the glowing, golden blade directly at the High Priestess. He continuously drew limitless, empowering energy directly from the solar rays above, ensuring his vast reserves of Spirit Power remained entirely full, allowing him to unleash his attacks with vastly greater density and frequency.
"Eighth Spirit Ring Ability - Angelic Purifying Flames!" Qian Daoliu roared.
His black eighth spirit ring blazed. He swung the massive sword downward, tearing the sky open and raining down a catastrophic, inescapable shower of liquid, golden fire. This highly specialized, divine fire specifically targeted and burned away aquatic spirit power upon contact.
Bo Saixi's beautiful, mature face was set in a mask of cold, unyielding resolve. She gripped the Power of the Ocean staff tightly, her pitch-black seventh spirit ring expanding.
"Seventh Spirit Ring Ability - Sea God Avatar!" Bo Saixi commanded.
She was entirely enveloped in a towering, majestic avatar of pure, oceanic divine power. The avatar radiated a blinding blue light, attempting to repel the falling golden flames.
"Eighth Spirit Ring Ability - Ocean's Roar!" Bo Saixi retaliated instantly.
A massive, localized sonic and aquatic shockwave erupted from the purple jewel of her staff, rolling through the sky like an invisible tsunami aimed directly at Qian Daoliu.
Qian Daoliu did not attempt to block the crushing wave. He utilized his supreme, unparalleled aerial speed.
"Left Arm Bone Ability - Light-speed Phantom Strike!"
His six Seraphim wings flared, and his body moved at the literal speed of light. He completely bypassed the massive, lumbering aquatic shockwave, appearing directly behind Bo Saixi's towering avatar in a fraction of a millisecond. He delivered a single, completely undetectable, horizontal slash aimed directly at her exposed flank.
Bo Saixi's deep blue eyes widened in shock. She could not physically track his movement. The Angel Divine Sword effortlessly cleaved through the dense, aquatic barriers of her avatar, the holy flames instantly boiling away her defensive water.
The blade struck her left shoulder, tearing a deep, agonizing gash into her elegant, ocean-blue robes. The purifying fire immediately began to sear her flesh, causing her to cry out in sudden pain.
"Ninth Spirit Ring Ability - Neptune's Fury!" Bo Saixi shouted, desperately attempting to force him back.
Her single, blindingly brilliant, blood-red hundred-thousand-year spirit ring pulsed. She thrust her silver staff backward, summoning a massive, hyper-compressed geyser of boiling, high-pressure water that shot toward the Grand Enshrinement like a cannon blast.
Qian Daoliu easily tilted his wings, gliding gracefully out of the geyser's trajectory. The dense, aquatic attack sailed harmlessly into the empty sky, wasting a massive amount of her rapidly depleting spirit power.
"You cannot hit what you cannot catch, Bo Saixi," Qian Daoliu lectured calmly, his golden eyes filled with a heavy, martial pity. "Your aquatic arts are profoundly powerful, but they are far too slow to strike the wind itself."
He dived again, his body a blur of radiant golden light.
"Sixth Spirit Ring Ability - Angel's Howl!"
Qian Daoliu unleashed a devastating mental attack, converting a massive portion of his highly dense, sun-empowered spirit power into an invisible shockwave aimed directly at Bo Saixi's spiritual sea.
The High Priestess gasped, her oceanic avatar flickering violently as the mental blast struck her consciousness. The searing headache caused her to momentarily lose her flawless grip on her elemental control.
Qian Daoliu capitalized on the opening instantly. "Fifth Spirit Ring Ability - Holy Sword!"
He manifested a massive, gleaming longsword composed entirely of condensed, holy flames. He swung the blade in a rapid, devastating flurry of strikes, completely overwhelming her compromised defenses. The searing heat melted away her aquatic shields, inflicting multiple, burning lacerations across her arms and legs.
Bo Saixi was bleeding, her breath coming in ragged, desperate heaves. She was completely, entirely suppressed. No matter how much vast, oceanic power she summoned, Qian Daoliu's blinding speed and rapid, solar-powered recovery rendered her devastating, wide-area attacks completely useless. She was being slowly, methodically dismantled by the master of the skies.
The battle for the fate of the Douluo Continent raged on, painting the heavens in catastrophic strokes of gold, blood-red, deep blue, and primordial purple. The Spirit Hall powerhouses, bolstered by their tactical advantages and supreme empowerments, were systematically crushing the legendary heroes of the previous generation.
Far below the chaotic, heavily fractured sky, hundreds of miles away from the immediate devastation of the divine clash, the main body of Zhang Tian stood calmly atop a towering, heavily fortified watchtower overlooking the sprawling, tense encampments of the Spirit Hall's vanguard forces.
His handsome face was a mask of cold, unyielding aristocratic calm. His icy blue eyes, piercing through the vast distances using his profound, Boundless mental capacity, observed the shifting, inevitable tides of the high-altitude battles.
He watched Bibi Dong elegantly, flawlessly dismantle the desperate, suicidal techniques of Tang Chen and Tang Hao. He watched Qian Daoliu efficiently, methodically suppress and injure the High Priestess of the Sea God. The board was playing out exactly according to his meticulous, overarching design. The enemy's greatest champions were entirely neutralized, heavily occupied in a losing battle for their very survival.
The time for waiting had passed.
Zhang Tian slowly lowered his gaze, looking out toward the distant, hazy horizons where the massive, sprawling armies of the Star Luo Empire had heavily entrenched themselves along the multiple, highly contested borders. They were waiting for a signal, waiting for their supreme Limit Douluos to break the lines and pave the way for a grand, sweeping invasion.
They would receive no such signal.
Zhang Tian turned toward the complex, highly advanced communication array situated on the heavy stone table beside him. The array was built using intricate, interlocking Spirit Tools of his own revolutionary design, capable of instantly transmitting his voice across thousands of miles to every single major Spirit Hall and Heaven Dou Empire military encampment simultaneously.
He placed his pale hand upon the central, glowing crystalline conduit. His vast, dense spirit power flared, activating the network.
"Commanders of the Vanguard," Zhang Tian spoke, his smooth, chilling voice carrying absolute, unquestionable authority through the receivers scattered across the continent. "The enemy's leadership is currently blind, heavily engaged, and entirely unable to provide any meaningful support to their ground forces. The tactical window is open."
He paused, a dark, ruthless smile touching his lips as he envisioned the impending, unprecedented devastation.
"Initiate the grand offensive," Zhang Tian commanded coldly. "Unleash the heavy Offensive Spirit Tools. Target the Star Luo Empire's primary border fortifications. Raze their camps to the ground. Leave absolutely nothing but ash and broken steel in your wake."
The command was given. The true, apocalyptic war for the unification of the mortal realm had finally, violently commenced.
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