boom!!!

A terrifyingly loud noise spread.

The massive body of the purple-gold gourd trembled violently.

Immediately afterwards.

It let out a mournful cry of unbearable strain, and its massive body was blasted out of the void by an irresistible force!

The power of that so-called divine artifact vanished completely under this punch.

"puff!"

The Lord of Qiankun City was struck as if by lightning, and he spat out a stream of purplish-gold blood.

He was mentally connected to the Gourd of Heaven and Earth; when the artifact was damaged, he himself suffered a terrible backlash.

He staggered backward, his face filled with horror.

How is that possible?

That's a divine artifact!

It is the foundation upon which he was able to dominate the Heavenly Realm, and even the Heavenly Court had to give way to him!

Even a powerhouse with the cultivation of fifteen Chaos Eras could only contend with him, and there was absolutely no way he could shake him with a single punch!

Before he could recover from his shock...

Zhao Feng had already taken a step forward and arrived above the purple-gold gourd that had been sent flying backward.

He spread his five fingers and covered the gourd below.

Buzz!

Heaven-Suppressing Ring, Heaven-Covering Wheel, Heaven-Destroying Sword, Heaven-Overlord Blade, Bridge to Heaven...

One by one, phantom images of supreme treasures that existed only in the oldest legends appeared behind him, connecting with each other and merging their auras to form the prototype of a supreme divine array encompassing the thirty-three heavens.

Each of these treasures exudes an aura of creation that surpasses even the Heavenly Lords and transcends the Great Dao!

A complete, vast, and supreme pressure of creation descended with a thunderous roar!

Under this oppressive force, the Qiankun Gourd, which was still wailing and struggling, instantly fell silent.

As if they had encountered the king of their bloodline, the spirit of the artifact trembled in fear.

"receive!"

Zhao Feng uttered a single word.

The illusory images of the thirty-three supreme treasures shone brightly, forming a giant hand made of the laws of creation, which scooped up the Gourd of Heaven and Earth and forcibly suppressed it!

The Lord of Qiankun City stared blankly at this scene, feeling his very soul tremble.

The Thirty-Three Heavens Treasure!

Moreover, it's... a complete set of Thirty-Three Heavenly Treasures, reaching the level of Creation Artifacts!

The moment this thought popped into his head, even the Lord of Qiankun City was startled.

How is that possible?

The Thirty-Three Heavens Treasure was shattered, wasn't it?

The Heavenly Court spent countless efforts, but only managed to create one replica.

How could this person possess such a priceless treasure?

Could it be... could it be that he is the reincarnation of the Creation Immortal King?

But how could that be!

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, ultimately turning into endless fear.

If the other party is indeed the Creation Immortal King, then his actions just now were tantamount to throwing an egg against a rock, courting death!

Zhao Feng turned around, his gaze piercing through the endless void, and looked at the Lord of Qiankun City. "Submit, or die."

With his voice.

A series of distinct fist intents rose from his body.

Heaven-Suppressing Hammer, Heaven-Covering Hand, Heaven-Burning Palm...

Every manifestation of fist intent caused the laws of the entire celestial realm to groan, as if they were about to be shattered by this terrifying fist intent and return to chaos.

The Lord of Qiankun City felt ice-cold all over.

Thirty-Three Heavens Creation Divine Fist!

This is an unparalleled killing technique that can only be unleashed to its fullest potential when combined with the Thirty-Three Heavens Treasure!

Once unleashed, it will unleash three hundred or even three thousand times the combat power!

Let alone a single punch, I'm afraid that with just a thought from the opponent, I would be annihilated, and the entire Qiankun City, which has been built up over countless eras, would be reduced to dust in history.

resistance?

What can we use to resist?

escape?

Where can one escape to before the Creation Immortal King?

At this moment, he cast aside all notions of dignity as a celestial being and cultivation spanning fifteen chaotic eras.

He had only one thought left in his mind.

Live on!

"thump!"

Under the watchful eyes of millions of cultivators in Qiankun City.

The city lord, who was supreme and all-powerful in their hearts, suddenly collapsed to his knees and knelt down before the mysterious man in white.

"You wicked subject, Heaven and Earth, have offended the majesty of Heaven and deserve to die!"

"I beg the Immortal King to spare my life! This sinful subject is willing to offer up Qiankun City, offer up everything, and serve the Immortal King as a slave for eternity!"

The Lord of Qiankun City's voice trembled, filled with fear.

Zhao Feng looked at the kneeling Lord of Qiankun City, his expression unchanged.

In a flash, he appeared in front of the Lord of Qiankun City, extended a finger, and touched his brow.

A mysterious and complex rune disappeared into the depths of his divine soul.

The Thirty-Three Heavens Creation and Life-and-Death Talisman!

From then on.

Life and death were in Zhao Feng's hands.

Zhao Feng withdrew his finger and walked confidently into the city lord's mansion.

The Lord of Qiankun City, who was under a restriction, stood respectfully to the side like a servant, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Zhao Feng said calmly, "Bring me the method for refining the Immortal King Pill, as well as all the stockpiles from these years."

"Yes, yes!"

The Lord of Qiankun City dared not be negligent in the slightest. He hurriedly presented a jade slip containing pill formulas and countless alchemy insights, along with a storage world containing a massive amount of Immortal King Pills, with utmost respect.

With a single sweep of his divine sense, Zhao Feng grasped all the information.

This Immortal King Pill is the most widely circulated hard currency in the Heavenly Realm, and its value far exceeds that of any spiritual vein immortal stone.

Controlling the refining and distribution of the Immortal King Pill is tantamount to holding the lifeline of most cultivators in the entire Heavenly Realm in one's hands.

Starting today.

The greatest source of wealth in the celestial realm has changed hands.

Just as Zhao Feng occupied Qiankun City, placing a crucial piece in the grand game of the Heavenly Realm.

The immortal realm has already undergone a complete upheaval.

The ancient and vast continent.

This is the territory of the "Ten Thousand Demon Palace," a powerful demon clan under the Heavenly Court.

This day.

A figure appeared from beyond the realm.

With his black hair flowing down his shoulders and his tall, upright figure, he exuded an invincible aura that commanded the submission of all things and made him the sole ruler of all.

It was Ye Fan.

"Who goes there, daring to trespass into my Ten Thousand Demon Palace!"

A loud shout came from the depths of the Ten Thousand Demon Palace.

Immediately afterwards.

Hundreds of figures, radiating demonic energy, soared into the sky from the giant stars.

Leading them were none other than three demon kings whose cultivation had reached the peak of the Supreme Immortal realm.

Ye Fan did not respond, but simply raised his fist.

Golden energy surged from his body, engulfing the entire galaxy, as if a golden universe was burning.

Heavenly Emperor Fist!

A punch was thrown!

There are no superfluous techniques, only pure and unadulterated power and dominance.

Boom!

The mountain-protecting array of the Ten Thousand Demon Palace, which had been built up over countless millennia and was said to be able to withstand a single blow from a Heavenly Monarch, was easily torn apart like paper before this golden fist.

The force of the punch, still strong, pierced directly through the main star of the Myriad Demon Palace.

That star, a hundred times larger than the sun, along with its countless palaces and tens of thousands of demons, was instantly blasted into cosmic dust by this single punch.

The three demon kings who charged at the forefront didn't even have time to utter a scream before they were swept away by the golden torrent of blood and energy, their bodies and souls annihilated.

"presumptuous!"

A roar filled with boundless rage resounded.

A figure burst forth from the depths of the shattered main star.

His aura had surpassed that of an emperor and reached the level of a celestial monarch.

It was the patriarch of the Ten Thousand Demon Palace, a veteran Heavenly Lord who had lived for three Chaos Eras.

"No matter who you are, you will die today!"

The Heavenly Lord of Ten Thousand Demons roared and manifested his Heavenly Lord Dharma Form, a giant peacock with its feet on a galaxy and its body entwined with chaos, its five-colored divine light flowing as it swept towards Ye Fan.

Ye Fan remained indifferent, neither dodging nor avoiding the punch, and once again threw a punch to meet the attack.

The golden Heavenly Emperor Fist collided fiercely with the five-colored divine light.

This star field was instantly reduced to nothingness.

However.

It was only a brief stalemate.

The five-colored divine light that could sweep away anything shattered inch by inch before the domineering and unparalleled fist intent.

Ye Fan took a step forward and immediately charged forward, engaging in close combat with the Myriad Demon Heavenly Lord.

Every punch lands squarely!

Each collision caused large sections of the starry sky to collapse.

The more the Demon Lord fought, the more alarmed he became.

The opponent's physical body was far stronger than any body cultivator he had ever seen, and the opponent's fist techniques were so domineering that they were unreasonable, capable of breaking through all techniques with sheer force.

"puff!"

After enduring hundreds of punches, the Heavenly Lord of Ten Thousand Demons finally couldn't hold on any longer and was punched through the chest by Ye Fan.

Golden blood energy erupted within his body, frantically destroying his life force.

"Who...who are you...?"

The Heavenly Lord of Ten Thousand Demons' face was filled with fear.

Ye Fan did not answer, but simply raised his hand and forcibly extracted all the resources and spiritual veins from the Wan Yao Palace's treasure vault, refining them into their source.

Then, with a single punch, he ended the Heavenly Lord's life.

at the same time.

A vast world controlled by the Holy Land of Truth.

The Great Bell of No Beginning tolled softly, and as the sound faded, time and space seemed to freeze.

A Heavenly Lord of the Holy Land of Truth, who had just arrived to investigate the situation, was horrified to find that his own laws and his own thoughts had come to a standstill under the sound of the bell.

The figure of the Great Emperor Wushi appeared before him.

"At the end of the immortal path, who stands at the peak? A single glance at the beginningless Dao reveals emptiness."

With a single finger, the Heavenly Lord's body began to disintegrate at the particle level, returning to nothingness.

Originating from the Imperial Dynasty, the Holy Land of Truth, the Heavenly Court...

On this day, the territories of top powers were simultaneously devastated.

One after another, the heavenly rulers fell from grace.

The entire immortal realm was shaken.

Countless ancient monsters hidden deep within time and space have been alarmed.

The celestial realm, the heavenly court.

The Emperor Tu, who was in charge of the Heavenly Court's punishments, suddenly opened his eyes.

Before him, three of the jade slips representing the life souls of the Heavenly Sovereigns under the Heavenly Court shattered within a short hour.

"What audacity!"

The Emperor Tu suddenly stood up, and his terrifying aura as a half-step Heavenly Monarch caused the entire Judgment Hall to hum.

With a single step, his figure vanished from the Heavenly Court and descended directly to the Immortal Realm. Following the cause and effect, he instantly locked onto the Ruthless Great Emperor, who was wreaking havoc in another star field.

"Traitorous wretch, prepare to die!"

Without uttering a single word, Tu Huang unleashed a blood-red blade of light, which, like a long river of death, cleaved through time and space before crashing down upon him.

However.

The figure in white, whiter than snow, simply raised a hand as white as jade.

"The Sacred Technique of Myriad Transformations"

The crimson blade light was dissolved and dissipated the moment it approached her palm, returning to normalcy.

The Emperor's pupils contracted.

The next moment, countless glistening petals danced around him.

Each petal transformed into the figure of a ruthless emperor, completely sealing off all his escape routes.

...

Heavenly Court.

Inside an ancient temple hidden deep in an unknown time and space.

Several blurry figures shrouded in chaotic energy were sitting quietly.

suddenly.

One of the figures shuddered, "The Emperor Slayer... has fallen."

Another voice rang out, "Not only the Emperor Slaughter, but just now, the Sacrifice Heavenly Lord who guards the 'Ancient Realm of Witchcraft' of the Origin Dynasty, and the Moral Heavenly Lord who is stationed in the 'Great Continent of Samsara' of the Holy Land of Truth, also lost their voices at almost the same time."

A brief silence fell over the temple.

"Investigate! Where did these people come from, and what are their motives!"

"No matter who they are, such actions have shaken the very foundation of the Heavenly Realm's rule and must be nipped in the bud!"

"They act without any scruples, only for plunder and killing, unlike the native forces of the immortal realm."

final.

An ancient and majestic will made a decision.

"This matter cannot wait any longer."

"Issue my decree to summon all the Heavenly Lords who are traveling abroad to form a 'Demon-Slaying Alliance'."

"Find them, capture one of them, and I will personally search their souls to see who is behind this!"

Within a vast world controlled by the Holy Land of Truth.

Hong Xuanji stood with his hands behind his back.

Before him, the branch of the Holy Land of Truth in this world had been completely destroyed.

Unlike Ye Fan, he did not kill directly, but instead used his supreme martial will to forcibly change the minds of billions of living beings in this world.

The immense power of faith that was originally flowing towards the Holy Land of Truth was now intercepted by him and transformed into pure spiritual energy to nourish his martial spirit.

Just as he was preparing to head to his next destination, a thought suddenly struck him.

He raised his head and looked into the distant void.

The space there was violently distorted, and three terrifying auras, powerful enough to make the entire world tremble, were rapidly descending, piercing through layers of space and time.

A moment later.

Three towering figures appeared in the sky above this world, surrounding Hong Xuanji.

On the left is a figure surrounded by mysterious threads of cause and effect, seemingly holding the fate of all living beings in his hands.

He is the so-called Lord of Cause and Effect, who is said to be the closest to the Heavenly Emperor.

On the right is a figure with five-colored divine light flowing around him, evolving into earth, water, fire, and wind, capable of reshaping the world with a single thought.

This is the Lord of the Five Elements.

The person in the middle, shrouded in a deathly gray aura, caused the very heavenly laws of this world to wither simply by standing there.

It is none other than the Plague God who strikes fear into the hearts of all!

These three are all renowned Heavenly Lords, powerful figures listed on the Heavenly Lord candidate list!

"Is it you?"

The Lord of Cause and Effect spoke first, his eyes filled with countless interwoven lines of cause and effect, as if trying to see through Hong Xuanji's past and future.

The Lord of the Five Elements snorted coldly, "You dare to stir up such a storm in the Immortal Realm all by yourself? You have quite the nerve."

"No need to waste words with him."

The Plague God's voice was hoarse and grating: "Capture him and bring him back to Heaven!"

Before he could finish speaking...

He then made the first move.

With a flick of his finger, a gray current, invisible to the naked eye, disregarded the distance of space and time and went straight for Hong Xuanji's brow.

This is the resentment, death energy, and malevolence he has collected from countless eras.

The "Five Signs of Decay of Heaven and Man," a concocted poison, specifically corrupts a cultivator's Dao fruit and erodes their indestructible true spirit. Even a Heavenly Lord would suffer a severe loss of cultivation if contaminated by it. (End of Chapter)