Chapter 1070: Chapter 1065: Upheaval in the Underworld

Outside the Northern Emperor Dao State.

The relentless assault on the Eastern Emperor Bell came to a halt, the face which was flushed with color instantly turned ghostly pale.

He watched the fortune of the demon court rise to the skies, listened to the shouts of countless powerful demons, and felt his heart sink to the bottom. Has the worst fear finally come true?

With Emperor Tian establishing the demon court, what is the future of humanity?

The expressions of powerful figures like Emperor Xia, Emperor Shang, Emperor Jiang, and the Impassive Great Emperor became extremely grim at this moment.

"Ancestor, should we continue the attack?"

The one-armed old man flew forward and asked in a deep voice.

"No need!"

"Go back and prepare for battle!"

The Ancestor put away the ’State Cauldron’ and said with a wave of his hand.

"As you command!"

The assembled powerful beings hesitated for a moment, then respectfully saluted and left with heavy hearts.

"Alas!"

"Old rival, I underestimated you once more!"

Once everyone had left, the Ancestor walked up to the Eastern Emperor Bell, looked through the gaps in the formation to see the flashing starlight within, sighed, and disappeared.

That starlight was also a grand formation!

The Weekly Star Formation!

A formation within a formation!

Thus, even if he destroyed the formation set with the Eastern Emperor Bell as the core, he still faced a more powerful formation.

...

Wuchuan Mountain!

In the small world where the An Family resides.

An Tianxin sat quietly in a chair; her delicate face twisted, revealing a terrible killing intent, distorting the void, causing the temperature in the hall to plunge sharply.

"Princess, shall we go?"

"The exiles of the Divine Kingdom await your return, to restore the splendor of the gods!"

The golden-armored man stood by her side, kneeling on one knee.

His words were filled with respect, lacking any arrogance of an Immortal Lord, more like a devout follower, ready to offer everything for the True God.

"My father in this life is dead!"

An Tianxin said coldly.

A terrifying divine aura erupted from her body, transforming thousands of miles of time and space into a divine domain, where she reigned as the supreme deity, ruling countless Divine Kingdoms.

The golden-armored man lowered his head in silence, face full of shame.

"Princess, you must return to the Divine Kingdom quickly, receive the inheritance, and then seize Qin Wudao’s ’Zi Wei Emperor Star’ fate to avenge the patriarch!"

"Otherwise, if Qin Wudao rises, we won’t have a chance!"

At this moment, an elderly man with gray hair, holding a broom, appeared quietly, bowing respectfully.

"Revenge!"

An Tianxin was invigorated, slowly rising, and ordered majestically, "Order, return to the Divine Kingdom!"

"As you command!"

The janitor smiled slightly, saluting respectfully.

At the moment of bowing, his entire body glowed with divine light, and his tattered clothes transformed into a purple divine robe, embroidered with countless divine patterns, containing extraordinary mysteries.

His eyes also became unfathomably deep at this moment, filled with wisdom.

As for the broom in his hand, it transformed into a scepter, exuding a terrifying aura, not inferior to the innate treasure of the Primal Chaos.

...

Underworld!

Outside the Nether Capital City.

The two armies clashed, the sounds of battle like thunder, the atmosphere filled with overwhelming yin energy.

"Things aren’t looking good!"

On the broken city walls, Jiang Ziwen looked at the massive battle outside, his expression faintly ugly.

Within view, fire raged, the defenders of the Nether Capital City were locked in fierce combat with the elite troops of the ghost clans, forming a battle line stretching for several light-years, destroying countless ghost cities.

After killing the Ghost Ridge Great Emperor, they immediately used "The Sutra of Ghost Control" to control the powerhouses of Ghost Ridge Mountain, forming a vast army.

Even so, the gap between them and the ghost clans was still considerable.

"They’re attacking!"

Beside him, Bao Zheng stood with hands clasped behind his back, calmly inquiring.

Jiang Ziwen narrowed his eyes, his fingers pinching incantations, the Evil Mirror Platform appearing above him, soaring to ten feet tall, reflecting outward from the city.

The Evil Mirror Platform, one of the treasures of the underworld, primarily functions to discern good and evil.

Additionally, it has some minor functions.

Any region illuminated by the Evil Mirror Platform cannot hide anyone except for those of heavenly might.

As the Evil Mirror Platform illuminated the region, innumerable ghostly figures appeared in the once-empty void, led by a ghostly commander clad in armor, wielding a scythe of death, with crimson eyes.

Behind him followed hundreds of powerful ghost clan warriors, all at the Immortal King stage or higher, surrounded by intense killing intent.

"Discovered?"

The Scythe Hook Ghost General paused, a malicious grin appearing on his face, immediately revealing his form.

He did not remain in place but walked step by step toward the Nether Capital City, unleashing an Immortal Emperor-level aura, stirring the sky full of dark clouds, shaking the miles of terrain.

Until he was ten miles from the Nether Capital City, his figure disappeared again, moving at incredible speed, even the Evil Mirror Platform couldn’t track his movements.

"Still too weak!"

Jiang Ziwen shook his head, pulling a long spear from his personal space, shrouding the area with rolling ominous energy.

"I’ll handle that ghost general, the rest are yours!"

Having said this, Bao Zheng left the Nether Capital City first, standing high in the sky, striking toward the distant void, gathering endless ominous energy, forming a palm print, annihilating a vast expanse of void.

Boom!

A ghostly figure fell from the void, flew back thousands of miles, spitting out several mouthfuls of origin energy.

The ghosts have no blood!

But they possess origin energy, more precious than the blood essence of creatures in the living world, and excessive depletion carries the risk of a drop in realm.

"Dare to wound this General?"

"Courting death!"

"This General will capture you, eternally imprison you in the hellfire, making you unable to live or die!"

Stabilizing himself, the Scythe Hook Ghost General roared in fury, eyes blazing with blood-red light, brimming with killing intent; could a mere early-stage Immortal Emperor martial artist wound him?

If this spread, where would his honor be?

"Such much nonsense!"

Bao Zheng sneered coldly.

With a wave of his hands, the laws of heaven and earth converged into two treasures.

The left hand held the Book of Life and Death!

The right hand wielded the Soul Hooking Pen!

"This is..."

The Scythe Hook Ghost General’s expression changed slightly; in both strength and vision, he far surpassed the Ghost Ridge Great Emperor, so he could immediately discern that the treasures in Bao Zheng’s hands were extraordinary.

"Die!"

Unfazed, Bao Zheng gripped the Soul Hooking Pen with his right hand, began writing on the Book of Life and Death, each stroke and character circulated with endless Taoist power.

Mystically, an irreversible force descended, suppressing the Scythe Hook Ghost General.

This was the power of judgment!

"Death Scythe!"

The Scythe Hook Ghost General roared, raising his scythe high, empowered by the power of death’s principle, slashing a blade of death that cleaved the underworld apart.

But his attack was destined to be ineffective.

Because Bao Zheng was mobilizing the power of heaven and earth, capable of rampant slaughter within the same realm.

Boom!

The power of judgment descended.

The Scythe Hook Ghost General’s face changed dramatically as his vitality gradually faded away.

Death!

Complete death!

This was the terror he never experienced throughout the ages.

"How could this happen?"

"I, a being of the Nine Capitals, heaven-endowed, immune to death, yet I’m being slain by you?"

Watching his increasingly ghostly body, the Scythe Hook Ghost General panicked, full of fear.

No one wants to die.

Not even ghosts are an exception.

"Rule Power of Heaven and Earth?"

"Interesting!"

Just as the Scythe Hook Ghost General was about to dissipate, a black light shattered the void, forming a phantom that obliterated the surrounding invisible divine power.