The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 350 The Fall of the Dao!

Pure and boundless metallic energy condensed in the heavens and earth. The ugly mountain spirit condensed its evil energy into a weapon and launched it. The ancient dragon turtle let out a long roar, and the energy gathered like a wave, condensing into the power of Gonggong.

The ugly mountain spirit has now lost its physical body, leaving only a pure soul. Even its soul has been shattered with cracks. Although its boundless sharpness is becoming increasingly sinister, its defensive capabilities have been reduced to the minimum!
Under such circumstances, the attack from Gonggong's divine power, which represents "annihilation," would instantly cause it to collapse. The Primordial Dragon Turtle, after all, had survived the extremely cruel Primordial Battlefield and was not lacking in judgment, decisiveness, or insight.

He knew that the Golden King could not be subdued.

Such an unruly nature is like a double-edged sword. If it cannot be subdued, then the only option is to smash it completely!

Those who are not my friends are my enemies!

The Primordial Dragon Turtle was determined to leave everyone here in Langzhong, and was filled with the will to die. But in an instant, it was hit hard. The force of the impact almost made the Primordial Dragon Turtle lose its footing!

What immense power!

No, the Primordial Dragon Turtle realized that it possessed the concept of supporting the heavens due to its brother's death. Simple [power] could not bombard [supporting the heavens] unless the other party also possessed this level of concept.

"...Tianzhu?!"

The ancient dragon turtle recognized the source of the power.

Unexpectedly, here, in this place where death is certain, they would encounter the nemesis of the Venerable God Gonggong, the Primordial Dragon Turtle, who roared and was determined to fight to the death. Strands of primordial energy rose and gathered to form an enormous Dharma image.

With its eight arms outstretched, the warrior's aura shifts and changes.

This time, the crimson light did not directly merge with the [Eight-Armed Seven-Buddha Dharma Form], nor did it increase the purity of the Dharma Form to transform into the body of the War God. Instead, it transformed into pure weapons.

Condensing Qi into Soldiers - Demon-Binding Rope!
The second level of the God of War's divine power allows one to simulate a transformation of Qi that is less powerful than the divine weapons and magical treasures they already possess. At this moment, blood was flowing from the corner of Zhou Yan's mouth, and his eight-armed, seven-form Dharma form held eight demon-binding ropes in his hands!

Zhou Yan held the fragments of the Earthly Soul and Heavenly Collapse in his left hand and the divine weapon of humanity in his right.

Between the objects in his left and right hands, intensely blazing golden flames flowed, yet he still glared angrily, activating his Dharma form and roaring:
"Tie him up!!!"

boom! ! !
The Demon-Binding Rope burst forth with light, and the Demon-Binding Rope in the hands of the Eight-Armed Seven-Headed Buddha Dharma Image directly transformed into blue light, binding all four limbs, neck, and tail of this enormous ancient dragon turtle, and then pulling it violently to one side.

Zhou Yan felt that immense pulling force.

That force almost pulled him away.

Even the activated Buddha image was completely unable to resist this pure power. Zhou Yan's feet touched the ground, and golden flames burned in his dark eyes.

Suddenly, it seemed as if countless hands emerged from the depths of one's soul.

Zhou Yan saw hands reaching out and pulling on the chains. This was just an illusion, but the assistance it provided was real. It was the world that Zhou Yan carried within his soul, and the souls within that world.

Even though it's a newly created world, this body still carries the weight of an entire world on its shoulders.

The power of the Primordial Dragon Turtle was suppressed and aggravated by the 'world' that Zhou Yan was carrying!
What you did yesterday, you are doing today!

"Give it to me, come here!!"

Zhou Yan shouted.

He couldn't completely bind the Primordial Dragon Turtle, which possessed the power to support the heavens, but he could, in this instant, reverse the Primordial Dragon Turtle's direction slightly. The ugly mountain spirit's domineering and boundless Geng metal evil energy instantly pierced through the Primordial Dragon Turtle's body.

Zhou Yan roared angrily, and his eight-armed Dharma form tensed up.

With their combined strength, they finally managed to stop the domineering and boundless ancient dragon turtle's movements. The ugly mountain spirit's eyes were filled with murderous intent. With a sword in his left hand and a spear in his right, he struck the ancient dragon turtle, his moves as fierce as raindrops.

The ancient dragon turtle was unwilling; this time, he was doomed to die.

How hateful, how hateful, how hateful!

At this very moment——

A burst of blue-gold light erupted instantly, transforming into a battle halberd.

It was only for a fleeting moment that he passed by the ugly mountain spirit.

Zhou Yan's pupils contracted sharply as he watched the ugly mountain spirit stagger forward, seeing the cracks appear on its body and its flying arm. The ugly mountain spirit's left arm had actually been severed, and the blue and gold mixed power carried innate divinity.

On the back of the Primordial Dragon Turtle, the true essence of the Water God Gonggong was condensed, transforming into a fleeting afterimage.

It was the reflection of Gonggong, the Water Official of yesteryear, holding in his hand the very weapon that had fought against many ancient heroes. Zhou Yan's left arm glowed with a blue light, while the ugly mountain spirit, who was preparing for a powerful attack, had its true essence shattered, and its left arm turned to dust in mid-air.

The ancient sword fell to the ground and plummeted.

The ugly mountain spirit staggered backward, his body like shattered glass, black cracks quickly filling the area. He fell to the ground, while the figure of Gonggong, formed from the convergence of water elements, grasped the legendary water-splitting halberd.

“Unruly and arrogant, you deserve this halberd.”

"Gonggong..."

Zhou Yan stared intently at the illusory figure that appeared on the back of the Primordial Dragon Turtle. It was not the true water god Gonggong, but such primordial concept gods possessed a certain divine will in their power, which is why they appeared.

On Zhou Yan's left arm, the chains of King Yu almost roared like thunder.

It firmly locked the water god's erosion mark on Zhou Yan's left arm.

The ugly mountain spirit lay there, its body torn and its soul fragmented, its spirit gradually dissipating like shards of glass, signaling the approaching end of its life. It died beneath the afterimage of Gonggong, its soul scattered and gone.

The ugly mountain spirit that had fallen struggled to turn over, its remaining right arm and hand supporting it on the ground. The Geng metal energy flowed through the gaps in the fragments of its soul, but even so, it could not stop the soul from collapsing.

The boundless pain caused him to almost uncontrollably scream and wail.

Strands of primordial spirit, carrying the arrogance of this body, turned to ashes, like radiant light, escaping from the gaps in the body, representing the process of the soul being scattered. One hand supported the ground, the body swayed precariously, and the eyes had lost focus.

If one of them loses its strength, it will fall downwards.

The precarious primordial spirit will be shattered instantly.

That's enough, that's more than enough...

Faced with an invincible enemy, defeated by the primordial power of mythology, and with fragments of the soul dissipating, at this moment, as long as one releases the grip and the body falls to the ground, the soul will be scattered, the end will be reached, and one can escape the endless struggle of an ugly mountain spirit.

but--

"Ah ah ah..."

With a tenacity that permeated his very soul, the ugly mountain spirit struggled to his feet, breathing heavily, and howled uncontrollably from the excruciating pain of his shattered soul.

Then, struggling, he stood up, breathing heavily, staring intently ahead, but he could barely stand. The phantom of Gonggong, holding the Water-Splitting Halberd, said, "Why do you continue to resist? You are just an ordinary mountain spirit."

"Isn't it what you crave to seek out the strong and plunder the weak?"

"If you are unwilling to submit, then dying as a weakling is your only way."

The ugly mountain spirit staggered to his feet, his eyes cloudy.

Weak?
No, that's not enough!
He suddenly thought of Wang Wan'er, who closed her eyes and quietly awaited death; he thought of all those years on the summit of Mount Hua; he thought of the threat he vaguely sensed from the world; and he thought of constantly trying new ways to improve his combat power when he vaguely sensed that something was about to happen but could not break through.

"You are strong, and I will not be weak either, because..."

The ugly mountain spirit raised its hand, its eyes gleaming with golden light.

The aura of Mount Hua rose and surrounded him. He stretched out his hand and condensed all his original power, representing the foundation of the fourth-grade Dao realm. Everything he had gathered over the past thousand years was the culmination of all his treasures.

Everything about the cultivator, the past of the ugly mountain spirit.

Five fingers grasped the foundation of the Dao, which resembled a mountain.

The malevolent energy of Geng metal exploded like thunder, spreading in all directions. The ugly mountain spirit suddenly raised its head and shouted sharply, "Not enough! It's still not enough!"

A cracking sound.

Cracks appeared on the fourth-grade Dao foundation!

In the scattered light and shadow, one can almost glimpse the past: struggles, survival, cultivation, refinement, seizing treasures, becoming a mountain god, slaying former enemies, old friends, and even so-called friends and subordinates, all in pursuit of the highest goal in this life.

"not enough--!!"

"Give me more Geng metal energy!" At that moment, on the distant Zhongnan Mountain, the little girl, who was on the verge of life and death, suddenly raised her head. The Geng metal white tiger that represented the status of the True Lord of the Western Mountain was being held by her. The little girl had not merged with the white tiger. Their interaction was more like a companionship.

Therefore, at this moment, the white tiger is still without a master.

Above the White Tiger, wisps of Geng metal primordial energy rose.

He suddenly raised his head, staring intently at the direction of Sichuan—

The next moment, the fourth-grade Dao Foundation in the ugly mountain spirit's hand completely shattered, and boundless golden Yuan Qi spread out from his body like a vast ocean. With the boundless pure Yuan Qi and all the treasures he had cultivated for thousands of years burned away, his eyes refocused.

The phantom of Gonggong, holding the Water-Splitting Halberd, looked at the surging, burning golden evil energy and said, "You are worthy of my remembering your name."

"However, why is such a lowly mountain spirit or stone monster so arrogant?"

The mountain spirit raised the Dao Foundation in its hand, its entire body enveloped in boundless, pure, and unparalleled golden demonic energy. It laughed wildly, transforming the excruciating pain into a way to stimulate its spirit, and shouted sharply, "Inferior? Hahahaha!"

"Just because you start from humble beginnings, does that mean you shouldn't strive for greatness? Just because you were born an ant, does that mean you're destined to be forever doomed?!"

"Those who bow their heads are merely the weak, the worthless victims of plunder."

"Because I am—"

"True Lord of the Western Peak!"

"He is the strong who plunders everything; all things under heaven are his hunting ground!"

The fear of death was overwhelmed by the wild abandon of his body, and his five fingers suddenly clenched together.

The foundation was pulverized into dust.

All those past events were shattered; this body collapsed, and the soul was scattered.

Never again to enter the cycle of reincarnation.

"Die, ahh ...

With a fierce roar, the pure and boundless golden baleful energy tore through the blockade in an instant, without the slightest hesitation, stepping into the third rank realm, and then tearing towards the afterimage of Gonggong.

Gonggong's afterimage slightly raised the water-splitting halberd in his hand and murmured:
"Splitting the river and parting the waters, breaking through the waves and clearing a path!"

The water-splitting halberd was thrust diagonally into the water's surface. With a burst of strength from both arms, the halberd shaft was twisted, instantly unleashing a wave blade tens of feet long. Like a knife, it cleaved and tore down fiercely forward, only to be shattered by the boundless, pure, spiraling golden baleful energy.

Gonggong cleaved the water with his halberd.

"The primordial chaos shatters the sea!!!"

Kaiming's expression changed drastically.

This is the most powerful and deadly move from a set of techniques that Gonggong used when he fought against all things in the heavens!

It is the ultimate martial art, capable of defeating Zhu Rong and Zhuanxu.

Before the halberd even arrived, the rivers and lakes for miles around surged upwards to the heavens. Gonggong's arms bulged with muscles, and the water-splitting halberd stirred up towering waves. Where the halberd blade passed, the earth cracked like tofu. The water dragon's power to devour the sky was enough to cleave everything in two.

The True Lord of the Western Peak was struck down from above.

Cut it off!

His body suddenly froze.

The spear in his right hand was still three inches away from the heart of the phantom of Gonggong.

On the body of the True Lord of the Western Peak, cracks expanded and life force vanished. The phantom image of the Water God Gonggong calmly withdrew his Water-Splitting Halberd. The True Lord of the Western Peak staggered, looked at his palm, and murmured: "...Who knocks on heaven and earth to ask about the calamity? The cliffs and the setting sun...stained with blood."

"Ah……"

A defiant smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

With his five fingers clenched, the spear of murderous intent suddenly unleashed its full power!

A single thrust!
It pierced directly through the heart of the Gonggong phantom formed from the current water element. A trace of astonishment appeared on the face of the Gonggong phantom. It did not expect that at this moment, it would still dare to exert its power. The Gonggong phantom was forcibly shattered into water elements and scattered.

The Primordial Dragon Turtle, held tightly by Zhou Yan, cried out in anguish:

"Your Majesty, the Supreme God!!"

The True Lord of the Western Peak reached out and directly grasped this stream of water essence. His left arm was severed, but holding this Gonggong True Essence, he simply laughed and said:
"...My precious baby!"

"Yes, it is mine!"

Immediately, the Primordial Dragon Turtle saw that this arrogant and unrestrained soul was staring at it. It actually raised its hand and condensed a divine weapon. The light and flame formed by Geng metal primordial energy rose up and locked onto Zhou Yan and the Primordial Dragon Turtle at the same time.

His killing intent, fighting spirit, obsession with treasure, and arrogance remained unchanged.

The spear's edge was raised, as always.

"The mountains rise like stars hanging upside down, and the river's roar is like ice shattering in a jade pot."

"A fierce wind from beneath the sleeve condenses into a jade halberd, and the setting sun beyond the clouds transforms into a blood-red talisman!"

"The common people ask whether it exists..."

A murderous intent surged forth wildly.

Zhou Yan's pupils contracted violently.

A terrifying fear suddenly arose in the heart of the ancient dragon turtle.

The Geng metal primordial energy on the body of the True Lord of the Western Peak transformed into a condensed and boundless spearhead, ready to strike. However, after taking half a step forward, this arrogant, crazy, and self-centered True Lord's knees buckled, and he fell to the ground.

He knelt down like that.

The moment he fell, his knees shattered, and the primordial spirit in his legs scattered into the wind and clouds, turning into dust and disappearing without a trace.

The ancient dragon turtle's pupils widened in fear, and Zhou Yan and Shen Cangming both became wary.

Even Kai-ming's temples were covered in cold sweat.

In that instant, the battlefield, which was supposed to be a fight to the death, fell into a deathly silence, and all of this silence was suppressed by the unparalleled aura of the powerful.

Starting from his knees, the shattered cracks in Jin Tianwang's soul spread rapidly, densely covering his entire body, including his face. Xi Yue Zhenjun was stunned. He looked at his arms, then suddenly chuckled, then laughed loudly.

"Hahahahaha."

The last vestiges of his primordial energy dispersed like a sharp dragon blade, shattering the water god's primordial energy that had been plundered by his ancient sword. Unable to shatter the water elemental energy, he simply tilted his head back and swallowed it whole, dissolving it completely, laughing heartily and unrestrainedly.

"With a flick of the finger, lightning cracks the ravine; with a glance, a golden blade lies across the road."

"The stone seal seals the mountain's bones, rusting away; the purple ribbon pierces the sky, its flames extinguished."

"Qianfeng, pay homage to the crown..."

That arrogant and unrestrained laughter, and that pure and boundless unruly will, echoed between heaven and earth. The aura of a powerful being pressed down on all directions, causing the Primordial Dragon Turtle and Kunlun Kaiming to tremble in their hearts. Even in the Primordial Era, it was rare to see such a spirit.

Such a powerful laugh.

Eventually, it gradually subsided, gradually calmed down, and gradually disappeared.

His proudly raised head slumped down heavily, and his eyes lost their light.

But it was still open.

The pure, golden aura of malevolence circulated within him, as if it lingered and followed him, refusing to dissipate.

True Lord of the Western Peak.

The Dao has fallen.

(End of this chapter)