CHAPTER 89: CHAPTER 89: AFTER THE BATTLE_1

"The Yin-Yang Millstone!"

Zhang Yangtian squinted slightly, a more terrifying aura erupting from him as endless black-and-white light began reshaping the world.

Yin and Yang sundered dusk from dawn!

In an instant, the appearance of the Ghost Tomb ruins changed. Above the nine heavens, it was as if an additional sun had appeared, the only difference being that this sun was black and white.

Chilling!

Blazing!

Two completely different powers intertwined, rotating around Zhang Yangtian and forming a large cyclone. The energy produced was enough to destroy everything. From a distance, it looked like a spinning millstone, carrying death, destruction, and devastation in its wake.

"How could this happen?"

The two phantom ghosts were stunned. They couldn’t understand why this outsider, who seemed to have reached his limit, suddenly burst forth with such tremendous power. This power made them tremble, instilling the urge to turn and flee. Fortunately, their wills were firm, and they had already prepared for death, so they did not run. Madness flickered in their crimson eyes as they began to burn what little soul power they had left.

BOOM! BOOM!

The power of two late-stage Heavenly Realm entities exploded, as heavy as the earth, permeated with a murderous intent that could annihilate all beings.

With their final attack, the two phantom ghosts charged, shattering large swaths of the Void and plowing two ravines across the nine heavens as they surged towards the black-and-white millstone. However, when they were only a hundred zhang from Zhang Yangtian, they felt as if they had slammed into a celestial wall, unable to advance another inch.

What happened next astonished the two phantom ghosts even more. They felt a mysterious force begin to rotate, and their bodies started to move, completely beyond their control.

What kind of technique is this? Are all outsiders this terrifying?

This thought filled them with unspeakable fear, dampening their longing for the outside world. If all beings from the outside world were as powerful as Zhang Yangtian, then what future did their clan have? This question would forever plague their hearts, an unanswerable riddle.

"Yin-Yang Obliterate!"

Zhang Yangtian pressed down with both hands. The power of Yin and Yang, which divided heaven and earth, began to rotate counterclockwise, like the two stones of a mill, grinding everything to powder.

BOOM!

The heavens collapsed and the earth shattered! The very order of this area seemed to disintegrate.

The two phantom ghosts struggled desperately, but they could hardly move. How could they attack? How could they defend?

"AH!"

With successive cries of agony, the bodies of the two phantom ghosts shrank bit by bit. After enduring for three breaths of time, they were slain by the Yin-Yang Millstone, ground into nothingness.

"PTOO!"

After slaying the two Heavenly Realm ghosts, Zhang Yangtian spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his qi and blood roiling within him, taking a long time to calm.

Using the second Divine Skill with a Nirvana Realm cultivation base is still a bit strenuous... Zhang Yangtian thought after wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Among the three thousand special physiques, the ability to use multiple Divine Skills varied according to rank. Those ranked from one hundred to three thousand could only perform one Divine Skill. These were considered ordinary special physiques. Those ranked in the top hundred were called Divine Bodies and could perform two Divine Skills. Of course, the most powerful were the special physiques ranked in the top ten, which could perform three Divine Skills.

The power of Divine Skills far surpassed ordinary martial arts. Each additional Divine Skill would exponentially increase combat power, allowing one to stand undefeated among those of the same realm. However, performing Divine Skills was no easy task; it required a strong cultivation base for support. Generally speaking, to perform a second Divine Skill, one needed a cultivation level of Reaching the Holy Realm or higher. The ’Yin-Yang Millstone’ Zhang Yangtian had executed could, at best, be said to have its form but not its true essence. If fully unleashed, even a random aftershock could annihilate hundreds of millions of beings.

All... all dead? My last trump card, the remnant souls of the five Heavenly Realm ancestors, defeated just like that? The Skull Ghost King’s eyes were dull, disbelief seeping into him. The thought of Qin Wudao’s attack and Zhang Yangtian’s terrifying power filled him with dread.

"Slay!" Qin Wudao roared, his sword light dazzling. With the speed of a lightning bolt that left no time to cover one’s ears, he pierced the Skull Ghost King’s head. It exploded into a shower of light motes, leaving behind a golden energy orb in the Void.

"What a treasure!" Qin Wudao waved his hand, collecting the golden energy orb. He sensed the vast energy within it; it was thousands of times richer than a high-quality Spirit Stone, and the Spiritual Energy stored inside had almost liquefied. He had a premonition that absorbing this energy orb would allow his strength to skyrocket, enabling him to break through to the Transcendent Realm.

However, he didn’t absorb it. Instead, he put it away.

Someone else needs this energy orb more than I do.

"Huh? What happened?"

"I feel like I had a dream where I became the ruler of the universe. What a realistic dream!"

"Yes, I wish I could remain in that dream forever, unwilling to wake up!"

After the Skull Ghost King’s death, the ’Death’s Eternal Song’ world it had constructed collapsed on its own. The numerous sleeping geniuses awoke one by one. Instead of joy, their faces showed frustration. For them, that dream had been too real. All their pursuits and desires had been realized within it.

"Qin Wudao is injured! Kill him!"

Soon, a ferocious yell shattered the silence as disciples of the Ten Thousand Flowers Sect streaked across the sky. Their target was Qin Wudao, who appeared to have lost his ability to fight.

"Stop!" Wu Ming, Qin Xiaolong, and the others roared, positioning themselves in front of Qin Wudao. They held their weapons ready, their eyes wide and glaring, as if ready to devour their enemies.

Disciples from other sects showed varying attitudes towards this internal conflict. The geniuses of the Changeable Mansion, the Azure Empire, and the Lin Family remained silent, as if they hadn’t noticed a thing.

"The Qin Empire was a great benefactor to my uncle. We cannot be ungrateful! Battle!" Only Nie Shaofeng of Gun City stood forth, his spine as straight as a long spear. A terrifying spear aura shot from him towards the heavens, capable of annihilating all things.

By now, only nine disciples from Gun City remained. Yet, like spears, their spirits were unwavering and upright. Hearing Nie Shaofeng’s words, they attacked immediately without a second thought. Ten spears thrust through the sky.

Attacked from two sides, the disciples of the Ten Thousand Flowers Sect had to abandon their attempt to assassinate Qin Wudao. They shifted their blades, engaging the warriors of the Qin Empire and Gun City.

"Young Master, you promised me! Quick, kill Qin Wudao!" Hua Lin Yue shouted while fighting Nie Shaofeng. Her crisp voice echoed, causing the geniuses of the Azure Empire and the Lin Family, who had been observing the fight, to pause in surprise.

What’s happening? Has the Ten Thousand Flowers Sect sided with the Changeable Mansion? This is a major incident! As this thought arose, the geniuses of the Lin Family and the Azure Empire felt their hair stand on end.

"Quickly, take action! Kill the members of the Ten Thousand Flowers Sect!" Lin Jiewen commanded, his voice stern, his face as still as water. Wind swirled around him, forming countless wind blades that emanated a sharp aura. Each wind blade was like a Sword Qi, shredding the Void.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The geniuses of the Lin Family and the Azure Empire gradually joined the battlefield.