Simultaneous travel: Starting from returning to the main god space.

Chapter 597 Heavenly Thunder Fist, Human Emperor, Great Heavenly Venerable (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking further subscriptions!)
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The earrings that Zheng Fu and Erzha are holding right now are the Potara Earrings, a prop from the Dragon Ball series!

According to the setting, these earrings are treasures left behind by successive Supreme Kais. They have no effect when worn by a single person, but if two people use them separately, they can combine to become an even more powerful warrior.

The combined effect of the Potara earrings is incredibly powerful, hundreds of times stronger than a fingertip dance. They are also incredibly easy to use, with no possibility of failure. Each person simply wears one earring, ensuring they are symmetrical.

On the God's exchange list, the Potara Earring is quite valuable. Not only does it require two S-rank side quests, but the reward points also reach a crazy 100000, which is enough for two reincarnators to redeem themselves and leave the God's space.

Fortunately, the main god allowed single-ear exchange, greatly reducing the pressure. So before entering this cycle mission, Zheng Zha and Fu Zha privately discussed and decided that they would each exchange for an earring. If they encountered a situation in the final battle that even Wu Xian found difficult, they would use the earrings to combine and greatly increase their combat power, and then do their best to protect their companions in the Central Continent Team and the Demon Team.

As for the side effect that, according to the setting, once they put on the earrings and merge, they will become one forever and can never be separated again, neither of them cares much. Or rather, compared to protecting their companions, this little thing is not worth hesitating about. They can figure out a solution after they survive.

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Meanwhile, seeing Zheng Zha and Fu Zha inexplicably start telling a "crosstalk" routine, Yang Jian and Nezha, who were originally on high alert, were immediately filled with question marks and black lines on their foreheads, and then a ball of anger rose in their hearts.

You mere reincarnators dare to disregard me, Erlang Shen (the Great God of the Three Altars and Seas), in battle! Who do you think you are, Sun Wukong?!
Thinking this, the two Heavenly War Gods, comparable to ancient sages, attacked again, stabbing Zheng Zha and Fu Zha in the head with a sword and a spear respectively.

This time, both of them attacked with rage, holding nothing back. They locked onto Zheng Fu and Erzha's temporal causality, making it impossible to dodge or resist. This was enough to shatter the form of a high-level saint in an instant.

Sensing the impending danger, Erzha finally stopped causing trouble, quickly reached an agreement on the mental network, and then each put on the Potara earrings in their hands.

Zheng Zha wore it on the left, and Fu Zha wore it on the right.

Buzzing sound—!!!

At the critical moment, the two seemed to be drawn together like the yin and yang poles of a magnet, bursting out with a blinding white light. The three-pointed double-edged sword and the fire-tipped spear did not stop at all and plunged into the light.

However, the next second, Yang Jian and Nezha's expressions changed simultaneously. They felt their weapons strike an object, but the feeling was completely different from what they had imagined—the feeling of flesh being torn apart. Instead, it felt more like being clamped tightly by two iron pincers, unable to move forward or backward.

Gradually, the blinding white light dissipated, revealing a male figure who looked almost exactly like Zheng Zha and Fu Zha, but whose aura was completely unfamiliar.

He raised his left and right hands, each grasping a three-pointed double-edged sword and a fire-tipped spear. With a slight exertion, the two made a chilling sound, as if something was wailing.

"let go!!"

"you dare!!"

Yang Jian and Nezha were both shocked and furious, unable to believe that their most reliable weapons could be damaged by the opponent's pure brute force.

It should be noted that the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Sword and the Fire-Tipped Spear are both top-tier acquired spiritual treasures. Although they are not as good as the monkey's Ruyi Jingu Bang, they are still considered superior among acquired spiritual treasures. Many innate spiritual treasures may not be as sturdy as them. Even if they are attacked with full force by an innate saint, they may not be damaged in the slightest.

But the facts are undeniable, and there's nothing they can do about it if they don't believe it.

Before he could think further, Yang Jian’s third eye shot out a dazzling golden light, and Nezha also used his three heads and six arms supernatural powers, taking out the Universe Ring, golden bricks and other weapons and smashing them at “Zheng Zha”.

"Primordial Darkness—The End of the Universe!!"

"Primordial Era—The Creation of Heaven and Earth!!"

Zheng Zha roared and raged, crushing two acquired spiritual treasures with his hands, and then seemingly slowly but actually quickly handed them forward.

The ultimate skill, honed through countless cycles of acting and refinement, was now unleashed by one person. It quickly merged into one with an indescribable power, transforming into a fist imprint radiating gray lightning.

In an instant, the void went berserk, and cause and effect were torn apart.

The four elements of earth, wind, water, and fire surged forth, only to be stirred into chaos.

Finally, to Yang Jian and Nezha's astonishment, the fist imprint landed on their chests, as if tearing through time and space, encompassing even the rules of the universe, like the initial power of the multiverse's explosion...

With a single punch, Yang Jian and Nezha's forms instantly disintegrated and crumbled like sand, while the remaining power pierced through the Xuanhuang fleet of the Primordial Heavenly Court, causing a series of fleet explosions, with the aftershocks spreading to an unknown distance.

This scene shocked all the high-ranking officials of the Primordial Heavenly Court who were besieging the Reincarnators. Even the Ice Phoenix and the Saints of all races, who were still entangled with the Primordial Heavenly Court, stopped what they were doing, staring in disbelief at Zheng Zha, who was still throwing a punch, and the lingering arcs of lightning on his fist.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!!"

A holy figure from one of the myriad races roared and then flew towards the passage of spatial turbulence without looking back.

This action was like flipping a switch, and one after another, the holy figures of all races and even the high-ranking officials of the Primordial Heavenly Court retreated violently, trying to get away from the tiny figure below, even the Ice Phoenix, who was the emperor, was no exception.

Legend has it that in the place where the multiverse is created and ended, there exists a kind of thunder that can destroy the origin, or it can reshape and condense the origin. It is the ultimate manifestation of destruction and creation, and the ultimate manifestation of the power of the multiverse itself.

That is the ultimate source of thunder, a power that even a royal-level expert cannot control.

From the primordial era to the present day, no, it should be said that from the creation of the multiverse to an unknown future, there is only one existence whose fist has been named after this thunder.

Rather than respect, it was the sheer terror of that fist that made everyone who faced it dare to address it in such a way.

To put it simply, it's about exaggerating the enemy's strength as much as possible to save face and offset the fear.

And that being's name is Gu!
The "Gu" in Pangu!

The fist of Pangu, the ancestor of humankind, was named—

"All! Heaven! God! Thunder! Fist—?!!"

In the distance, Zhunti, who had finally managed to catch his breath after Wu Xian's fierce attack, also saw Zheng Zha's punch. His eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and he muttered to himself.

Unexpectedly, in this brief gap, Wu Xian had already broken free from the siege of Yuanshi and Jieyin, and with another punch, sent Zhunti flying. Even his protective golden body shattered inch by inch, and he vomited out a mouthful of golden blood. It was clear that his origin had been injured, his combat power had been greatly weakened, and he had completely fallen below the Emperor level.

"What, you're afraid of the Heavenly Thunder Fist, but aren't you afraid of my one punch that can split the cake in two?"

Wu Xian chuckled lightly, glanced at the other three solemn-faced figures, and curled his lips into a disdainful smile.

The Six Soul Banner could not harm the core of an Emperor-level being. After suffering losses repeatedly, apart from Laozi, the other three also found ways to deal with it, and the sudden dizziness no longer occurred.

However, in a fight, besides individual strength, the most important thing is momentum. As the saying goes, one must strike while the iron is hot, then lose momentum, and finally exhaust oneself. Wu Xian's advantage was too great before, and even if the four of them adjusted back, they could not reverse the decline and could only be tragically suppressed and brutally beaten by Wu Xian.

Now that Zhunti's essence has been severely damaged, he is essentially offline, leaving only three people. They probably don't even have the strength to put up a fight.

Looking at Zheng Zha in the distance, who had already rushed into the spacetime turbulence channel and was indiscriminately slaughtering the Primordial Heavenly Court and the saints of all races, Laozi and the other two fell silent, feeling that the situation was beginning to develop in a direction they could not understand.

"Thank God, I finally made it."

On the Wheel of Reincarnation, the lion resembling Aslan roared. Then, in a corner of the spatial turbulence, a portal opened, and countless mechanical angels resembling EVAs flew out. Each one possessed an aura no less powerful than the Four Great Masters; the more bizarre their appearance, the stronger they were, already at the initial Saint level.

Only the seven figures standing at the very front, who possessed humanoid forms with six wings on their backs, had already reached the level of High Saints.

"Tch! They're so slow!"

Houtu pursed her lips but didn't say anything more. She stared intently at "Zheng Zha," who was wreaking havoc, and pointed a finger at her brow. Instantly, six more clones appeared to assist the army of reincarnators in their desperate struggle.

In an instant, the roles of offense and defense reversed, and the scales of victory seemed to begin tipping in favor of the reincarnators.

"Ugh……"

Just then, a sigh rang out, and suddenly above everyone, an enormous, dark yellow star plummeted straight down.

That mysterious yellow star, even from where everyone is currently standing, appears as large as a bushel. It is completely different from the other star clusters representing immortals and saints in the spacetime turbulence. It is adorned with a mysterious yellow color and possesses a majestic aura. As it descends from the sky, it seems to be unmatched.

Indeed, this is true, because this celestial star symbolizes the first emperor who created the world and was invincible throughout the multiverse, the "Human Emperor Fuxi".

In that instant, everyone's gaze fell upon this mysterious yellow star, some with fear, some with wariness, some with curiosity, and some with excitement...

Gradually, a young man with clear features emerged from that mysterious star. He seemed unremarkable, but he exuded an aura of majesty. The humans of the Primordial Heavenly Court, in particular, felt immense pressure and involuntarily wanted to kneel and submit.

Pei Xi glanced at the distant army of the Primordial Heavenly Court, his expression indifferent, and then turned to look at the Reincarnators' camp.

After scanning the crowd, his gaze lingered briefly on Houtu and the Eastern Emperor Bell before finally settling on the combined form of "Zheng Zha." After a moment of silence, he shook his head with a wry smile.

“You are not ancient, but righteous, so be it, so be it…”

After saying that, Pei Xi looked at Wu Xian one last time, and was about to speak when a huge fist imprint slammed into his front.

The fist imprint magnified infinitely in his eyes, connecting heaven and earth with boundless power, its immense pressure like the sky itself, as if the entire multiverse was crashing down on him, making him feel a chill in his heart.

Under normal circumstances, even if it were Gu himself unleashing the Heavenly Thunder Fist, Pei Xi would be absolutely confident that he could easily withstand it.

But now, caught in the turbulent flow of time and space, he cannot mobilize the three virtues, and the power of the Human Emperor has been divided. Pei Xi's strength is almost gone, at most only slightly stronger than an ordinary emperor. He really doesn't dare to face directly this terrifying punch that can cripple the Three Pure Ones and Two Saints.

Another sigh escaped, and Pei Xi was enveloped in radiant light.

Above his head, eight enormous runes rotated and combined, with the Azure Dragon coiled in the east, the White Tiger lying in the west, the Vermilion Bird in the south, and the Black Tortoise in the north, the four primordial symbols guarding the four directions.

At the same time, five-colored light gathered beneath his feet, taking the forms of lotus flowers, fiery clouds, mountains, gentle breezes, golden light, and water sources!
The Four Symbols, Five Elements, and Eight Trigrams seal reappeared. Although it lacked the blessing of the three virtues, it was still powerful, capable of recreating the power of earth, wind, water, and fire. However, for some reason, compared to the Four Symbols, Five Elements, and Eight Trigrams formation that Wu Xian had just used, it had a subtle sense of weakness and felt inferior.

Piracy can defeat legitimate products?

Wu Xian raised an eyebrow and instantly used his spiritual light. In an instant, the void went berserk, and his unparalleled power and will merged, surging down like a tidal wave. In the shocked gazes of everyone, he shattered the empty Four Symbols, Five Elements, and Eight Trigrams Formation and landed on Pei Xi's chest.

Snap!

Amidst the shattering sound, Pei Xi's body crumbled inch by inch, like porcelain.

Everyone stared in astonishment at the scene, some even wondering if they were dreaming.

The once invincible Emperor, who single-handedly suppressed the entire multiverse and sealed the primordial continent eight times, has actually been defeated.

Even though this place is a spacetime turbulence, making it impossible to use the three virtues, and even though the Human Emperor's authority has been divided and Pei Xi's strength is only a fraction of what it used to be, they still find it hard to believe such a fact.

【Thank you. 】

In a secluded place, Pei Xi conveyed his thoughts to Wu Xian.

Upon hearing this, Wu Xian smiled slightly and secretly replied using his telepathic ability: "It's nothing. Besides, let's not beat around the bush. I've wanted to beat you up for a long time, and now my wish has finally come true."

【Ah this...】

Pei Xi felt both amused and exasperated, then pointed a finger at his brow, and a Xuanhuang Yuanling floated out.

The entire battlefield immediately fell silent. Everyone—all foreign races, all saints, high-level saints, and immortals—stared intently at the Xuanhuang Yuanling.

They knew their chance had come. If they succeeded, they would have a way to counter the Human Emperor. But if they failed, they would be doomed after leaving the spacetime turbulence.

But things had already come to this point, and the die was cast; they had no choice but to act.

Buzz buzz—! !

The divine light of Lingxiao enveloped the entire battlefield, first protecting the Primordial Heavenly Court combat personnel who were being chased by the Samsara Squad and "Zheng Zha", and then directly suppressing all Saint-level beings on the entire battlefield!
Such domineering behavior immediately attracted the attention of all participants, and everyone's gaze shifted again, falling on the still unclosed entrance to the passage.

"The final act... is about to begin."

Ignoring the dejected Erqing and Ersheng, Wu Xian returned to the Wheel of Reincarnation, gazing at the indistinct figures in the passage, and muttered to himself.

The next second, the enormous Lingxiao Palace appeared, surrounded by 365 righteous gods. Their golden and silver bodies and pure black pupils exuded an imposing aura, as if they were facing not a humanoid machine, but the Heavenly Dao of the entire world and the entire multiverse!
"The Great Celestial Venerable has arrived—!!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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