The Eternal God Emperor and the Demon Ancestor

Chapter 103 The Tragedy of Ancient Civilizations 1

The combined might of the three races of Hell, along with the Yama race and the Dark Temple alliance, is enough to shatter the heavens and crush the eternal firmament.

The three top races—the Underworld Race, the Stone Race, and the Death Race—have all come out in full force, revealing their full potential. In addition, the Dark Temple, which controls the Dark Path, and the Yama Race, whose resources are unparalleled in the Underworld, have joined forces. The strength of this lineup is such that only the epic battle that destroyed the Primordial Kunlun Realm could surpass it.

This was an unprecedented bloody battle that could rewrite the entire world. The Hell Realm dispatched more than a dozen top-tier warriors at the Great Freedom Boundless Realm to launch an attack simultaneously. The terrifying boundless rules intertwined and collided, transforming into a world-destroying torrent that swept across the entire ancient civilization faction's defense line.

The vast starry sky was stained red by the flames of war, and ancient defense lines were cracked, revealing deep ravines. The once magnificent star barrier, which had withstood countless invasions from the underworld, crumbled into pieces like paper under the pressure of the Undying Boundless Realm experts.

The ancient civilization faction is by no means a weak force. It boasts four top-tier ancient civilizations and has a number of ancient realms with profound heritage, such as the Tianchu Civilization and the Juling Civilization, under its command. It is full of powerful figures and true gods. If they unite to defend, they are enough to hold their own against the army of the Hell Realm.

This time, however, the Hell Realm unleashed its most formidable forces—Qing Cang, Gong Xuanzang, Yama Taishang… several undead, immeasurable level supreme beings from the universe personally arrived!

Undying and boundless, they had already reached the pinnacle of the Great Dao of the Heavens. With a wave of their hand, they could shatter galaxies; with a flick of their fingers, they could destroy the universe. Each of them was a top-tier powerhouse who dominated an era. Under their attacks, the rules collapsed, spacetime was disrupted, and the defenses built by ancient civilizations over countless years were completely shattered, turning into countless ruins that drifted in the desolate starry sky.

At the heart of the defensive line, Luo Yifeng, the old lord of the Tianchu Civilization, was already in a hopeless situation, locked in a fierce battle with three top-tier powerhouses from the Hell Realm: the Lord of the Death God Temple, the War God of the Underworld, and Yan Xingru.

His divine body had been destroyed and rebuilt several times. Each rebuilding required a large amount of original divine power. His divine blood soaked his body, his divine robes were tattered, and the fluctuations of his divine power were chaotic. Old wounds were piled on top of new wounds, and his divine soul was trembling faintly. Yet he still stood firmly on the ruins of the defensive line, not retreating even half a step.

The Lord of the Temple of Death, the God of War, and Yan Xingru are all renowned top-tier experts in the Hell Realm, and each of them possesses combat power that is in no way inferior to Luo Yifeng at his peak.

The three surrounded him, complementing each other. The profound mysteries of more than a dozen Great Dao rules, including the Necromancer Heavenly Dao, the Evil Netherworld Heavenly Dao, and the Great Witch Heavenly Dao, intertwined and enveloped him, sealing off all of Luo Yifeng's escape routes and plunging him into a desperate situation where he was surrounded by enemies and faced constant danger. Every time he resisted, he had to exert all his strength.

"boom!"

The God of War, the Underworld Lord, launched the first attack, slashing out with his black gold broadsword. The sword light, stretching for millions of miles, cleaved through the void, shattering the stars in all directions. With a world-destroying power, it aimed directly at Luo Yifeng's brow, intending to kill him with a single blow.

Luo Yifeng's expression was solemn, and he dared not be careless in the slightest. He immediately activated the divine seal in his hand, and the seal emitted a dazzling divine light, transforming into a divine wall that protected the world and forcefully blocked the fatal blow.

At that very moment, the Lord of the Temple of Death made his move, wielding the ancient artifact, the Tower of Death, his body radiating deathly aura. The tower, spanning millions of miles, crashed down, directly threatening Luo Yifeng's side. At the same time, Yan Xingru's jade flute instantly transformed into a peerless divine sword. The flute's sound became the sword, its intent piercing the air, and its sharp sword energy aimed directly at Luo Yifeng's weakness.

The three powerful figures attacked simultaneously, leaving no room for retreat. Luo Yifeng spun around, his hands flying, unleashing countless rays of divine light from his divine seal. He used every trick in the book, parrying and blocking left and right, barely managing to withstand this combined attack. However, his own aura plummeted once again. Seeing that he couldn't break through after a prolonged assault, the Lord of the Death God Temple grew increasingly impatient, and his attacks became even more fierce and ruthless, holding nothing back.

"The Realm of Dead Souls!"

He poured all his divine power into the Tower of Death.

This ancient artifact, passed down through millions of years by the undead race, instantly erupted with a vast, dark divine light that pierced through the galaxy. The divine tower soared into the sky, growing larger in the wind, evolving into a boundless world of undead souls!

In this world, endless undead struggled and cried out, and billions of souls roared and howled. The death energy accumulated by the undead race over billions of years converged into one, transforming into a monstrous death aura that instantly bound Luo Yifeng tightly, forcibly pulling him into the world of undead souls. His soul was entangled by the undead souls, making it difficult for him to break free.

"Now!"

The skeletal pupils of the God of War's Netherworld Lord leaped with raging golden flames. Seizing this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, the Netherworld Battle Rules around his body surged, and the black gold broadsword in his hand evolved into a million-mile-long sky-piercing blade light, which slashed down with a thunderous roar!

"Click!"

The entire starry sky was cleaved open, creating a spatial chasm hundreds of thousands of miles deep. The unstoppable force of the blade struck the trapped Luo Yifeng, instantly blasting him away for hundreds of thousands of miles. A huge, deep wound, revealing bone, opened on his divine body, and divine blood gushed out.

Before Luo Yifeng could catch his breath, Yan Xingru, with a cold look in her eyes, activated her supernatural power!

"The God of Witchcraft Annihilates All Directions!"

He waved the jade flute in his hand, and the profound meaning of the Great Witch Heavenly Dao swept over his body. The wild and ancient aura permeated the starry sky. A towering and majestic image of a wild witch god traversed the galaxy. The image opened its giant hand and slammed down on the place where Luo Yifeng was.

"Boom!"

The entire space of the ten directions shattered, turning into absolute nothingness. Luo Yifeng was hit hard, and his divine body suffered another severe injury. His divine bones broke inch by inch. The boundless rules of the three people were like a bone-deep ailment, rampaging wildly in his body and tearing apart his divine body and soul.

"Luo Yifeng, today is the day of your demise!"

Upon seeing this, the God of War, the Underworld Lord, laughed wildly to the sky, his eyes blazing with murderous intent. He raised his broadsword and leaped forward, the blade pointing directly at Luo Yifeng's neck, intending to behead him completely and eliminate any future troubles.

Luo Yifeng wanted to use his divine powers to resist, but his divine power was already exhausted and his divine source was depleted. He could only forcefully activate the divine seal and use the divine artifact to withstand this fatal blow.

But now he was exhausted and no longer had the fighting power of his prime. Under the violent blade of the God of War, he was defeated in no time. One of his arms was directly severed, and divine blood gushed from the cut. Even his soul was injured by the blade energy.

At this point, Luo Yifeng was completely trapped in a desperate situation. Dragging his badly injured and broken divine body, he still stood firmly in front of the last divine array of the ancient civilization's defense line, his back straight, like a dying but still fearless tiger, making a final struggle, his eyes full of determination.

The three—War God Netherworld Lord, Lord of the Death God Temple, and Yan Xingru—all stopped their attacks and looked down at him.

Even though they were enemies, the three of them felt a sense of awe for Luo Yifeng. They admired his integrity in upholding his Dao and fighting against them with his crippled body, and they also felt sorry for the tragic end of this powerful figure from an ancient civilization.

But despite my awe, Luo Yifeng must die here today!

He is an absolute high-ranking member of the ancient civilization faction and one of its core combat forces. As long as he is killed, the ancient civilization's defense line will completely collapse, and the Heavenly Court's front-line barrier will be completely flattened by the Hell Realm!

The first to make a move was Yan Xingru of the Yama Clan.

He is a highly respected deity of the Yama clan, the cousin of Yan Huanyu and Yan Renhuan. He has devoted himself to cultivation for over a million years, survived eight eons of tribulations, and is skilled in both divine and martial arts. His spiritual power cultivation is approaching the eighty-ninth level, and his strength is unfathomable.

He gently raised the jade flute, placed it to his lips, and began to play it slowly.

The sound of the xiao is deep, eerie, and cold; the music being played is the Infernal Purgatory Song created by a supreme being of the Yama clan in ancient times!

The moment the sound of the flute rang out, the profound mysteries of Yama's Heavenly Dao and the mysteries of space intertwined and merged, transforming into a boundless and inextricable purgatory. Within this purgatory, demonic shadows roamed and ghosts howled. Endless death and Netherworld divine patterns shrouded the heavens and earth, instantly locking Luo Yifeng's soul, leaving him in a daze and unable to control himself.

The Lord of the Temple of Death followed closely behind, raising his hand and hurling the Tower of Death.

The black tower, stretching for millions of miles, crashed down like a colossal pillar, instantly anchoring itself in the surrounding millions of miles of void, sealing off all spacetime rifts and cutting off any possibility of Luo Yifeng's escape.

All three were shrewd and calculating individuals, and even though Luo Yifeng was at his last gasp, they dared not be careless in the slightest.

If a supreme expert of the Great Freedom Boundless Realm is forced into a desperate situation, they might self-destruct their divine source and soul, the power of which would be enough to destroy the heavens and the earth. If any expert of the same realm were caught in the blast, they would suffer severe injuries, if not death. Previously, the Taiwei God Venerable's self-destruction on the battlefield severely injured Death God Venerable Feng Caiyi and others, who have not yet recovered from their seclusion. They absolutely do not want to bear such a price.

Therefore, they chose to press forward step by step, using divine power and rules to suppress and slowly deplete Luo Yifeng's last strength, completely suppressing and refining him, and never giving him the chance to self-destruct and perish together with others!

The moment the Infernal Purgatory Melody began to play, Luo Yifeng knew something was wrong. However, he was severely injured and his soul was weak, so he was powerless to resist this attack on his soul. His mind was instantly captured and he fell into the endless purgatory illusion.

With the Death God Tower suppressing him with all its might, he felt as if he were trapped in an endless quagmire, his soul and body tightly bound, without even the strength to lift a hand. The Death God Tower continuously released billions of rays of death light, which transformed into chains of divine order, frantically bombarding his body. Each strike worsened his injuries.

Despair gradually enveloped Luo Yifeng's mind.

He knew that these three were slowly wearing him down, and that once he was completely exhausted, he would be suppressed and refined.

In his heart, he did indeed harbor the thought of self-destructing his divine source and perishing with the three of them, but he could not!

If he were to perish, the Tianchu Civilization would be leaderless, and the billions of lives behind him would inevitably become targets of slaughter in the underworld. The Tianchu Civilization, which had been passed down for countless years, would be destroyed, with countless lives lost and the civilization cut off.

It was this concern that made him hesitate to take the final step.

"Whoosh!"

A blade of energy pierced through the air, and Luo Yifeng managed to dodge it with difficulty. The blade grazed his body, and the starry sky behind him was once again cleaved into a ravine spanning hundreds of thousands of miles, making it extremely dangerous.

"Hahaha, Luo Yifeng, you're out of options! We won't give you the chance to self-destruct your divine source, so just accept your death!" The God of War, the Underworld Lord, laughed wildly, his attacks becoming increasingly ferocious.

Yan Xingru kept her eyes closed as she played the divine melody. In the infernal purgatory, the demonic shadows continuously eroded Luo Yifeng's soul, suppressing his last strength of resistance. Meanwhile, the Lord of the Death God Temple remained calm and composed, controlling the Death God Tower to continue the suppression, his eyes cold and unmoved.

A moment later, the Lord of the Temple of Death slowly raised his hand and took out an ultimate weapon.

It was a dark red divine spear, its shaft wreathed in an extreme aura of death, its malevolent power overwhelming and sweeping across the entire starry sky. Even the void itself could not withstand this ferocious force, constantly collapsing and dissolving. If an ordinary true god were to approach, their soul would be instantly corrupted by this aura of death, their spirit scattered. This divine artifact was one of the treasures of the Temple of Death.

"The Spear of No Life!..."

Upon seeing this, Luo Yifeng's expression changed drastically, and a trace of despair finally appeared in his eyes, knowing that he had truly reached the critical moment of life and death.

Without further hesitation, he forcibly calmed his chaotic state of mind, burned the last remaining divine essence within his body, activated the divine seal, and unleashed the peerless divine power "Taiyi Returns to the Void" passed down by the progenitor of the Heavenly Beginning Civilization in the Luo River!

This is the supreme secret technique recorded in the Luoshu, containing the ultimate principle of Taiyi, which is the state of chaos before the separation of Taiji. It is an unparalleled divine power created by the ancestor of the Tianchu civilization. When cultivated to its greatest perfection, it can trace all matter, energy, laws, and even fragments of spacetime back to the void origin before the opening of chaos, erasing all their existence and causality.

"Taiyi returns to the ruins!"

Luo Yifeng poured out his last bit of primordial divine power, causing the divine seal to surge with divine light. A chaotic pillar of light that pierced through the galaxy was unleashed with a thunderous roar. The pillar of light contained the primordial power of the universe, which was in harmony with the ultimate principles of the universe's operation. Wherever it passed, all power was reduced to nothingness, leaving behind an absolute vacuum zone!

The beam of light shot straight up, instantly shattering Yan Xingru's soul attack. The Great Realm of Infernal Purgatory collapsed with a deafening roar. Yan Xingru's expression changed drastically as he suffered a powerful backlash from his spiritual energy. He groaned, golden divine blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and the flute music he was playing abruptly stopped.

The God of War, the Underworld Lord, was shocked and hurriedly raised his broadsword to defend. However, in the face of this chaotic primordial power, his sword was no match for it and he was directly pushed back hundreds of thousands of miles by the torrent. His skeletal divine body was covered with cracks and almost collapsed.

This supernatural power is devastating, but the price is also extremely high.

Even at his peak, Luo Yifeng could only unleash this power a few times. Now, on the verge of despair, he burned his source energy to activate his divine power. His divine body instantly became like shattered porcelain, covered with dense cracks, as if it would collapse completely at any moment. The divine source within his body also cracked open, on the verge of shattering.

Even so, this pillar of chaotic light, containing all his divine origins, still made the Lord of the Death Temple on the other side look solemn.

But he remained calm. His aura blended perfectly with the Lifeless Spear, and he was like a colossal beast of death lurking in the starry sky, devouring all life around him.

Just as the pillar of chaotic light approached, the Lord of the Temple of Death suddenly sprang to his feet, his arm veins bulging. He gathered all his essence, energy, spirit, half of the Heavenly Dao of the Necromancer, and more than 20% of the Death Profound Meaning, and poured it all into the Spear of No Life. With all his strength, he hurled the divine spear fiercely!

"Ten deaths without birth or death!"

The Spear of No Life transformed into a dark red lightning bolt that shattered the dawn, its ferocious power destroying everything, tearing apart the endless void, and crashing straight into the pillar of chaotic light.

"BOOM!!!"

The divine artifact's ultimate attack collided violently with the ancestral forbidden divine power, instantly engulfing the entire starry sky in endless divine light. The vast chaotic divine light and the dark red death divine light clashed fiercely, turning millions of miles of space into nothingness. Countless stars suspended in the starry sky vanished into nothingness.

Luo Yifeng's attack was powerful enough that even the Undying Boundless dared not take it head-on, but he was already exhausted and, in the face of the Death God Temple Master's fully activated Spear of No Life, he eventually began to falter.

The pillar of chaotic light was pierced through, but the Spear of No Life continued its momentum, carrying the ferocious power to destroy everything, and pointed directly at Luo Yifeng!

Helpless, Luo Yifeng could only raise the divine seal as a last resort.

He knew in his heart that he couldn't withstand this attack at all.

The Spear of No Life is one of the most precious artifacts of the Temple of Death. There has been more than one Immortal Limitless being killed by this spear. In his current broken state, if he were to be pierced, he would surely perish completely, his soul and body destroyed.

He closed his eyes, preparing for a final desperate counterattack, when suddenly a streak of light, piercing through the star field and transcending time, sped towards him from the distant starry sky.

Within the flowing light, carrying an unparalleled and overwhelming power, it was like a magnificent giant star burning with endless divine power, tearing through the silent starry sky, and with a roar that shook the heavens, it struck directly at that deadly spear of lifelessness!

"Stop injuring Fellow Daoist Luo!"

"Reinforcements have finally arrived!" Upon hearing this familiar voice, Luo Yifeng's weary eyes instantly blazed with brilliant light, and his lifeless spirit was rekindled with hope for life.