The Ancient Saint Emperor of the Heaven-shading

Chapter 137 The Moon Manifests the Emperor's Thoughts, Holy Spirits and Demons Display Their Ferocity

Beyond the starry sky, where the moon seals the land, a coffin buries the heavens, and someone arrives carrying a sword.

The ancient coffin was made of an unknown material, resembling gold but not quite, or perhaps wood or stone. Its material was unclear, and it was ancient and weathered, having endured an unimaginable long period of time.

"Human Emperor, return!" As the young man lifted the coffin lid, a terrifying aura spread out, and a black figure appeared before him, its demonic energy soaring and shaking all realms!

This divine thought was extremely powerful, bordering on the wicked and evil, emanating a terrifying aura. It was surrounded by dark, dragon-like creatures, resembling the remnants of a desolate universe, with a deep blue luster undulating within.

His appearance made the starry sky tremble.

A powerful wave of Yin energy swept across the surrounding star field, like a gleaming long knife scraping across people's bodies. Many people felt their hair fall out and their muscles ache, attracting the attention of the nearby sages.

"Who is that? Why does he look so familiar? I think I've seen this figure in an ancient wall carving before!"

All the heroes in the starry sky were filled with fear and a chill ran through them, as if a most terrifying and evil god or demon had come from ancient times and appeared in the present world.

In the cold starry sky, a vast expanse of malevolent energy swirled, boundless and magnificent, carrying an immense sense of oppression. As it approached from afar, it caused even the saint's face to turn deathly pale. The figure standing in the center wore a black cloak, revealing only his face, which carried a sense of vicissitude and possessed an eerie, heaven-defying quality.

"Taiyin Body." The deity, having awakened from the ice coffin, sensed the nearby response and looked at the young man, who nodded slightly and said, "My name is Ye Chunfeng!"

Ziwei Star Domain, Taiyin Body - Ye Chunfeng!
"That, that seems to be... the legendary Human Emperor!" At this moment, the Great Sages around them exclaimed in surprise. They were certain that it was the phantom of the Ancient Emperor Taiyin, his divine consciousness, because they had seen that majestic figure on the stone wall, the emperor who looked down upon the six directions and eight wastelands and reigned supreme over the universe.

At this moment, Ye Chunfeng seemed to have been prepared. He took out a secret artifact, which was left behind by a certain Celestial Venerable. As soon as it flew out, it merged into the thoughts of the Taiyin God, which calmed down its boiling malice. Gradually, he felt the response from Ziwei Star. It was the Five-Colored Altar calling!
"The underworld again? Disturbing my homeland! Resolve this quickly so we can continue our journey through the stars." His slanted eyebrows furrowed, and then the Taiyin Body looked at the passage opened by the five-colored altar in front of him. Without hesitation, he rushed in with the thoughts of the Human Emperor.

"What on earth happened? Even the divine consciousness of the Human Emperor has appeared, and that Taiyin Body who embarked on the path of trials has also returned to fight back?"

"I think Ziwei is in trouble, but divine thoughts are truly uncontrollable. I hope it won't lead to an irreparable disaster."

The great sages in this star field communicated with each other through divine thoughts, filled with utmost apprehension. Divine thoughts, it is said, are the evil thoughts generated by gods after their death, which are in opposition to the supreme godhood and holiness of their lives. They possess the most terrifying demonic nature, inspiring fear in all who hear them.

And for beings like the Human Emperor, the stronger and more benevolent they were in life, the more extreme their evil thoughts would become, and who knows if it would lead to bloodshed.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the five-colored altar, within the ancient star of Ziwei.

The Western Sea underwent a strange change; the great river surged, and a river of corpses rushed out from the distant sea—this was the Yellow Springs.

Moreover, creatures kept emerging from the river, and people shouted and shouted, trying to stop them. These were all corpse demons, some with white fur all over their bodies, resembling old corpses flying across the sky; others were covered with scales, had horns, and demonic wings; they roared past with overwhelming death energy, causing mountains to collapse and the rivers and seas to boil, heading straight for the Ziwei Saints.

"Be careful, this is no ordinary corpse demon. It has been baptized with the blood of the Holy Spirit and the blood of the gods in the past. Its body is hard and even holy weapons cannot hurt it!" Duan De was most sensitive to this kind of thing. He noticed the difference and quickly warned him.

The crowd gasped and quickly retreated a distance to adjust, preparing to unleash their Saint King weapons and killing formations to attack. But Wang Hongwu charged forward first, his body radiating golden light, like flames burning, with symbols of order dancing within. He punched the corpse demon to pieces, then spun forward, unleashing a storm of crimson flames that scorched the sky. He grabbed several leading corpse demons and tore them apart alive.

This horrific scene gave everyone goosebumps before they realized that the Sun God's physical strength surpassed that of a saint, capable of shattering sacred weapons with his bare hands—he was utterly ruthless.

"Follow me! I'll clear the way, you set up the formation!" Wang Hongwu activated the Mother Scripture and charged forward. Behind him, a great sun shone, enveloping his body, and a golden crow cried out, shaking the heavens. Holy power surged forth, awe-inspiring and terrifying.

The fluctuations were so intense that you could see magma-like liquid boiling and surging around it, with waves crashing against the sky! That was the power of fire, righteous and open, directly melting many corpse demons, which horrified many people. Those were all holy corpses, yet they were obliterated with a flick of the finger.

If they were to go up there, they probably wouldn't be able to withstand it and would simply vaporize.

"Follow the leader and kill!" At this moment, the saints of the Ancient Sun Sect were furious and followed in the leader's footsteps. They summoned their holy weapons and holy king artifacts from behind, and with the help of specialists, they spread out array patterns. They advanced step by step, carrying countless scorching killing lights, and crushed one corpse demon after another.

The others followed suit, with the strongest leading the way and the others advancing in formation, forcefully blocking the incoming river of corpses.

"At the end of reincarnation, the underworld is the final resting place for all spirits. You are ultimately just putting up a last-ditch resistance!" Just then, several creatures flew in from the end of the River of Corpses. They were strange-looking, with hairy faces and thunderous mouths, and covered in golden feathers. These were Yin Gods, each one extremely terrifying. They tore through the void and were fearless even against Great Saints. With a loud bang, the universe collapsed, and the Yin Gods charged into battle against the Saints. They unleashed their most terrifying killing blows right from the start, and even the mighty Great Saint Tianyang was almost severely injured.

He was attacked from both sides by two Yin gods. If it weren't for the timely help of the Great Sage Xuan Yin, he would have been in real danger. Everyone's expression changed, and they dared not be distracted anymore. All the Great Sages rushed forward together.

The army of the underworld was swift, and as soon as it appeared, it created a powerful pressure and had astonishing destructive power. There were tens of thousands of holy corpses, thousands of holy kings, hundreds of heavenly kings, and ten great holy war slaves. Such a lineup descended from the sky and was simply unstoppable. In an instant, the Ziwei Saints were seriously injured, and three saints were killed and their primordial spirits were scattered.

Blood splattered everywhere as the fierce battle unfolded. Duan De threw out battle flags to form the Four Symbols Formation to protect all directions, and then summoned the bronze pot of the Scripture of Salvation given to him by Wang Hongwu.

"The injured, retreat and recuperate within the formation. Join me in reciting the Scripture of Salvation!" He acted swiftly, pulling the injured saints into the formation for protection. He led them in reciting the Scripture of Salvation, and bursts of light from vows condensed into a rainbow, striking the corpse demons.

During the chanting, their injuries were constantly repaired, and their condition improved. Duan De continuously deployed various formations, becoming the most versatile support. The Ziwei Saints formed a strong battle line barrier. When they were injured, they would take over chanting, and once they recovered, they would go out to continue the battle. They managed to barely hold off the Underworld's massive human wave tactics.

"Charge! Pile them up and kill them!" From behind, the Great Sage of the Underworld appeared, wielding a command flag to direct the attack. The Yellow Springs surged forth, terrifying howls echoed, and more and more Yin spirits appeared, attacking the crowd.

The sounds of chanting, ghostly wails, and other noises mingled together, creating a bustling atmosphere where yin and yang coexisted and flowed together.

Moreover, another group of people appeared, with corpses and chaotic blood placed in front of them, performing an unknown and eerie ritual, chanting and casting curses!
"Those are the corpses of the founders of various sects and their relatives. The underworld is using them to cast a curse!" Everyone's heart sank, including the Great Sage, whose expression was solemn. They clearly felt a curse descending through some unseen connection, weakening their power by at least 20%!
Many of them even grew black hair on their bodies, their eyes turned red, and fangs grew between their lips and teeth. They uncontrollably let out low growls, as if they were being manipulated.

Then, the Underworld dispatched its most elite warriors, powerful corpse spirits that they had nurtured for countless millennia, nearly causing the Ziwei battle line to collapse. These people were too powerful; even the Great Sage Duanmu, who had just reconstructed his physical body, was blasted to pieces and almost perished again.

"Traitor! You deserve to die!" The Beast King of Slaughter was also targeted and besieged by many war corpses who wanted to kill him. Fortunately, Wang Hongwu threw the Primordial Dragon Chariot, which helped him break through the encirclement. Immediately, an even more intense battle began. The heroes attacked, and Dao patterns filled the void. Strands intertwined and turned into a net of destruction that fell towards the army of the underworld.

As more and more figures appeared in the arena, Wang Hongwu opened his mouth and inhaled, draining the essence of a desolate planet from the heavens, and then blasted it out of the Sun God Tower.

The ultimate power pressed down, and strands of imperial might condensed into a surging golden sun, burning the heavens. It grew larger and more dazzling, and at this moment, a cry came from within, shaking the sky.

Then, the golden sun exploded, instantly drying up the vast western sea and engulfing countless figures. Then, endless flames gathered, and thousands upon thousands of runes formed a ferocious golden celestial bird, enormous and boundless.

The three-legged golden crow cried out, its wingspan spanning the heavens and earth. A single strike could shake the stars and moon. Each golden feather was as thick and long as a mountain peak. With a single opening of its mouth, it swallowed thousands of sacred corpses whole. A flap of its wings swept across and killed hordes, its slaughter utterly swift. The divine tower's attack directly annihilated thousands of sacred corpses, even blasting hundreds of sacred king corpses apart. Its terrifying power left a corner of the battlefield blank, even the Yellow Springs ceased to flow.

Boom! Seeing the extreme power pressing in and the Imperial Tower acting fiercely, a hand suddenly emerged from beneath the Western Sea. It was pale and swollen, as if it had been soaked in water for many days. It was extremely huge, covering the sky and the earth, and it slashed towards Wang Hongwu, intending to kill him directly.

However, within the ancient pagoda, golden light shone brightly, and a figure emerged, causing holy light to emanate from all around Ziwei. Even in the deep mountains and old forests, the power of vows permeated the air, and divine sounds resounded endlessly, like the booming of a great bell, as if a holy emperor had been reincarnated and was about to appear in the world.

'Holy Emperor!' 'Holy Emperor!' 'The Holy Emperor of the Human Race!'

A grand hymn of praise echoed throughout the entire star field. The boundless power of faith surged along with the chaotic energy, and boundless celestial radiance soared into the sky, causing mountains and seas to tremble and emitting chants. Three thousand ancient gods and ancient saints appeared with traces of their Dao, radiating immortal divine brilliance, and suspended in mid-air chanting scriptures, worshipping the figure in blue robes.

This sight shook the Western Sea, causing many of the enshrined statues of the Holy Emperor to tremble, and the power of pure faith to surge like a vast ocean.

Sweeping across three thousand realms, reversing the cycle of six paths of reincarnation, the Sun Emperor returns!

At this moment, everyone was filled with excitement. The Holy Emperor who shone for humanity had reappeared and made a powerful move. With a flick of his sleeve, he deflected the rotting hand, causing it to return empty-handed. The old man in green stopped and stared at the bottom of the Western Sea, where a huge remnant of a Holy Spirit was emerging from the sea.

It was originally a broken stone figure, with only half of its body remaining. However, the missing part was repaired by the underworld using chaotic blood, quasi-emperor flesh and bones, turning it into a bizarre, pieced-together creature, but its strength far surpassed that of an ordinary quasi-emperor corpse spirit.

Without uttering a word, the Holy Spirit Corpse God revived. He stretched out his limbs, looked up into the depths of the sky, and roared angrily at the starlight of the heavens, causing everyone to tremble. There were even wisps of supreme aura permeating the air.

Boom!

The sky collapsed and the earth caved in, turning that place into a chaotic abyss. Everything was ruined, and it suddenly became like a hellish, eerie place, so cold that it seemed to freeze one's soul.

At the same time, the seabed of the South China Sea also exploded, and another repaired and reconstructed divine corpse appeared. Its body was tall and majestic, full of demonic power. It was a god-demon, but its head was broken off. Only a ball of primordial spirit fire burned there, twisted and terrifying.

A thick gray fog billowed up, and the divine corpse let out long howls that shook the vast universe. Yin energy swept across the land like a boundless ocean, making all the heroes feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

A gray mist surged in, causing stars to explode one after another, and even a massive galaxy to shatter into pieces. It was terrifying beyond measure. Those who were too close to dodge were unable to escape in time, and their physical forms were instantly destroyed, their consciousness annihilated, a truly gruesome sight.

What immense power this was! Before the saints could even react, they were instantly reduced to cosmic dust by the fluctuations of this dark mist.

The same silence followed. The divine corpse took another step forward, carrying with it a chilling aura and demonic power that filled the sky. Its eyes were filled with endless coldness and ruthlessness. It reached out a terrifying hand to grab Wang Hongwu, wanting to take away his Imperial Tower.

The Holy Emperor God made his move, blocking the attack with his side palm. A loud sound immediately rang out, like the creation of the world. The star field trembled, and primordial immortal light danced in the air!

The three quasi-emperor forces plunged into the vast starry sea above, transforming into an eternal Dao diagram. They twisted, entangled, and intertwined, like gods clashing and waging war!
"Fortunately, the Holy Emperor's divine power has recovered better than we expected, thanks to the nourishment of other blessings." The Great Sage Tianyang breathed a sigh of relief, but he also had some worries, because there were more than just these quasi-emperor corpse spirits in the Underworld, and there must be other beings appearing. What would they do then?

Boom! Just then, a tremendous tremor shook the distant sky, and a terrifying shockwave emanated from it—a Saint had fallen!

"The successor of the Heavenly Demon Alliance has fallen!" "The divine sons and daughters of the Human King's Palace and the Moon Palace have also been killed, unable to withstand even a single attack?"

"Who is that person! Even the Sun Saint and the Moon Saint were seriously injured?"

Exclamations of surprise rang out from there. It turned out that a powerful being from the Underworld had made a move. Although he was also a Saint, he easily wiped out the younger generation of Ziwei, even killing the Divine Son and the heirs of the two royal families.

Wang Hongwu looked up and saw a young man wearing gray armor, with a skull embedded in each of his left and right shoulders. A scarlet cloak swayed in the wind from the mouth of a white bone. The gray stone-like breastplate was carved with a picture of hell, and a king was suppressing it above, as if he were a ruler. The whole person was filled with a sense of overwhelming power, as if he could suppress everything.

His physical body was also very powerful; he could pull down a large star with a single grasp of his five fingers, and cause a continental plate to flip and soar into the sky with a single stomp of his foot. Wang Hongwu felt that he was similar to Yama, the King of Hell.

"One of the three successors of the Underworld?" His expression shifted slightly as he confirmed the other party's identity. He had killed Yama's son, and there were still Zhenyuzi and Minghuangzi behind him, making a total of three halls.

"Ziwei, what a disappointment. The so-called royal son is only at the early stage of sainthood, utterly vulnerable." The young man spoke softly, calm and composed. He slowly moved his hands, and the world was instantly shattered, revealing mountains of corpses and seas of bones that surrounded the western sea.

The gloomy, yin energy was like bone dust flying everywhere, eerie and like a knife scraping bone. One skeleton after another stood up, and countless meteorites fell, each one formed from a skull. The aura of death was heavy and swept away, killing saints one after another. Even saint kings withered and turned into dust because of it.

At this moment, Wang Hongwu made a fierce move, clenching his five fingers and unleashing the Sun Emperor Fist. The surging light and flames soared into the sky and struck the earth, directly shattering the endless skull stars. In the end, only the two of them remained facing off.

Without needing to say much, they understood each other's identities simply through the interaction of their vital energies.

Successors of the Heavenly Court and successors of the Underworld; inheritors of the Sun Emperor and inheritors of the Prison Suppressor Emperor; regardless of their identities, the two sides are locked in a life-or-death struggle.

"Heh, I've finally met you, Wang Hongwu. You killed Yama, and today I, Zhenyuzi, will kill you to avenge the underworld." Zhenyuzi laughed coldly as he strode forward, his eyes shooting out two eerie beams of light. Wherever the light swept, entire groups of figures turned into skeletons, their flesh and essence vanishing completely.

The Prison Suppressor has arrived!
The fact that even such beings have appeared on the battlefield shows that the Underworld is truly enraged after the defeat of Beidou and is determined to take down Ziwei. It is even possible that the supreme imperial weapon of that lineage will appear.

Ziwei now only has the Sun God Tower as its ultimate artifact. How can it possibly contend with the powerful resources of the Underworld?

"Such a fast cultivation speed! He's so young and already close to the peak! A Saint of the Eighth Heaven!" People were shocked. They didn't expect that Zhen Yuzi's cultivation was so fast. He was about to reach the peak of Sainthood and break through to Saint King. His cultivation was four levels higher than that of the Sun God Lord. No wonder the two royal family's Saint Sons were seriously injured. They were capable of killing Saint Kings.

Moreover, at this level, one's cultivation is truly important. A single level can be astonishing and difficult to resist, let alone four levels. The Eight Forbidden Rules are merely basic requirements, and one must have also touched upon the Divine Forbidden Rules. One must have cultivated peerless scriptures, and possess extraordinary phenomena and divine forms, making one a formidable opponent.

"Heh, what a lively scene. I didn't expect to see them here." Deep in the Western Sea, the Boundless Daoist looked back and saw this place. He casually snapped off the head of a Netherworld expert, flicked his whisk, and walked over, eyeing the Chaos Blood that the Netherworld's powerful figures relied on to cast curses.

He had gone to great lengths to obtain this, but he hadn't expected the giants of the underworld to work together so quickly. So, they shouldn't blame him for taking advantage of the situation.

Beyond the heavens, the Taiyin Body arrived with divine thoughts; in the arena, the Sun God confronted the Underworld's Prison Suppressor; on the sea, the Boundless Daoist reappeared in the mortal realm; in an instant, the vast Ziwei Palace was filled with turbulent winds and clouds, and the situation changed rapidly.

(End of this chapter)