Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan

Chapter 1787: Chapter 1362: Wretched (Part 2)

Nine Nether’s expression changed dramatically, his fingers flying quickly as he executed a technique, instantly summoning layers of Five Elements Shields around him.

Crack!

But his shields were of no use, shattering to pieces almost instantly.

Nine Nether tried to escape this place, but unfortunately, bolts of lightning fell one after another nearby, blocking all his escape routes, forcing him to withstand this wave of attacks.

”Pfft—”

Despite his desperate struggle, he soon found himself spitting blood under the bombardment of lightning, especially since his body was filled with a large amount of Yin Qi, making his injuries more severe under the lightning’s suppression.

”Ahhhh!”

Nine Nether let out a painful wail, a madness flashing in his eyes as he swallowed the Myriad Soul Banner, White Bone Tower, Blood Sword, and Human Skin Book whole, the pain on his face deepening, yet he grinned fiercely, ”Even if I die, I will never let you have it easy!”

The monster he had transformed into underwent further changes after devouring the four Magical Treasures.

His body swelled again, reaching a full three hundred zhang, covered with various bewildering and nauseating Dao patterns. Blood-colored wings sprouted from his back, alongside numerous white bone spikes, making him look even more hideous and terrifying, exuding a dreadful pressure.

If he still resembled a human before, now he truly fit the description of a monster!

It was clear Nine Nether was truly willing to sacrifice himself to seek a sliver of life.

”Die for me!”

The monster roared angrily, his wings fluttering, charging forward like an arrow released from a bowstring, even causing the space around him to slightly tear apart.

Facing the aggressive Nine Nether, Ziwei dared not confront him head-on for a moment, summoning stars to block his front.

The hard stars in front of him were as fragile as glass, easily pierced!

No choice but to unleash Sword Qi, Ziwei also activated the Great Array, once again launching a lightning strike, hoping to stop his actions.

”Break for me!”

Lightning suppresses demons, but if the demon’s power is too strong, the suppression effect becomes very weak, almost useless.

The previously unstoppable lightning now shattered directly under Nine Nether’s bone-spike-covered fists, unable to harm him at all.

”Hahaha, that’s all you’ve got! Let me see what else you have!”

With a flutter of his wings, Nine Nether immediately closed in, the Dao patterns on his skin glowing faintly red, unleashing curses like a flood upon Ziwei.

At that moment, he felt dizzy, his consciousness chaotic, unknowingly falling under numerous curses.

Buzz—

Suddenly, a purple-golden Divine Light flew out from within Ziwei, circled around him, instantly dispelling all the curses.

This was his exclusive ability as the Heavenly Emperor; no curse could affect him!

But even after clearing the curses, it was too late, as Nine Nether’s attack was already in front of him.

With a boom, Ziwei was blown away, crashing heavily onto a star before coming to a stop.

But how could Nine Nether miss such a perfect opportunity? His wings fluttered, following closely behind, not giving him a chance to recover, launching blow after heavy blow upon him.

Numerous wounds appeared rapidly, and in an instant, a large amount of blood flowed out, turning him into a blood-covered figure, his aura declining rapidly, looking precarious.

Ziwei, sitting on the Heavenly Emperor’s throne for too long, hadn’t encountered a dangerous life-and-death struggle in countless years.

Clearly holding the advantage, he got overturned by the opponent taking the opportunity, resulting in such a miserable outcome.

”Hahahaha, you’re not much either!” Looking at the weakly breathing Ziwei in his grasp, Nine Nether let out a triumphant, joyous laugh.

But he didn’t let his guard down for a moment, even at this time, he firmly held onto Ziwei, not giving him the slightest chance to escape his grasp!

Unfortunately, Nine Nether forgot that their battlefield wasn’t in the Primal Spirit Realm, but a true Minor Thousand World, which Ziwei had transformed into a battlefield suitable for himself.

So although it appeared Ziwei couldn’t launch any counterattacks, that wasn’t the case!

Struggling to stay conscious through the pain, he was continuously brewing a counterattack.

And now, he was finally ready!

”Slash!”

As a barely audible voice from Ziwei rang out, a gigantic sword emitting endless starlight suddenly appeared in the starry sky, descending with his words.

The great sword fell heavily, unleashing a sharp Sword Qi that spanned the heavens and earth, directly hitting Nine Nether.

His three-hundred-zhang monster body looked as fragile as paper before the Sword Qi, easily sliced in half, with a massive wound spewing forth billowing blood-colored and ghastly white smoke.

”Ahhhh!”

Yet even so, Nine Nether hadn’t perished, still letting out painful howls, ”Impossible! How is this possible! When did you prepare this attack!”

”Have you forgotten? This world is my creation, I am the Creator God and the Heavenly Dao of this realm, everything is under my control!”

Ziwei showed no elation from avenging his great enemy, but instead remained very calm, looking at him with indifferent eyes, ”I should thank you, if not for battling you, I wouldn’t have known how weak I’ve become since when.”

”Hehe—”

Nine Nether seemed to want to say something, but his rapidly draining spirit, in just a few breaths, left him without even the strength to speak.

”But in the end, I’m the more skillful one, you can rest in peace now!”

As his words fell, a ray of starlight descended, erasing Nine Nether’s last life force.

”Cough, cough, cough!”

Ziwei suddenly broke into a fit of violent coughing, in fact, his condition was also dire, almost at the end of his rope. If Nine Nether had held on a bit longer, who would be the one to die was uncertain.

Moreover, he couldn’t appear in this state before other Divines, lest some scheming Divines get impulsive and start a conflict within the Divine Path, leading to a brutal civil war.

Fortunately, battles between Heavenly Immortals are extremely prolonged by nature; he now hastily recovers, at least concealing his very weak state!

Looking at the battles among other Heavenly Immortals, indeed, the majority were still engaged in tough battles, unable to conclude in the short term.

However, there was one exception, and that was Li Chengsheng!

As the Sun Star God, possessing the Sun Spirit Body, through years of cultivation, his comprehension of the Tao of the Sun had reached a terrifying level.

So when facing Demon Cultivators, his every move completely suppressed his opponent.

Even if the Demon Cultivator employed other Divine Powers, under the domineering attacks of Sun Divine Power, they couldn’t show much effect.

Hence, Li Chengsheng’s battle concluded the fastest, unable to meddle in other Heavenly Immortals’ battles, nor bully low-level Demon Cultivators, to the point he felt quite bored later on.

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The great war between the Divine Path and the Demonic Tao did not end swiftly, but rather continued to spread for a long time!

This significantly deviated from Ziwei’s initial plan of quickly concluding the battle and returning with a resounding victory.

But fortunately, the final victory still belonged to the Divine Path side, reclaiming a considerable territory from the Demonic Tao, barely maintaining his prestige before the other Divines.

When Ziwei reappeared before everyone, Li Chengshuo seemed to sense something, a glint in his eyes, but he didn’t speak out.

After the battle, a large number of Divines returned to the Heavenly Court, leaving only a portion to guard the captured territory.

Some Divines proposed hosting a grand celebration, but were sternly rebuked by Ziwei, saying that although victory was achieved, many Divines died in the war, hastily celebrating would dishearten those Divines.

However, victory nonetheless warranted some celebration, so it was finally decided to be postponed by three hundred years.