The Mo Ta Dragon Gen, surging like a maddened tiger, was locked in a fierce brawl with three Flying Night Specters, each covered in bloody fur and sporting a pair of wings. The faces of these three Night Specters were obscured by their crimson fur, making their features impossible to discern. However, judging by their attire—star-patterned robes, feathered mantles, towering crowns, and golden seals—it was clear they were high-ranking immortals who once held office in the ancient Heavenly Court, according to Monkey and Yang Jian.

Monkey, sharp-eyed, managed a quick glance at the golden seals hanging from the waists of the three Flying Night Specters and gloated, declaring them to be attendant immortal officials from the Hall of Illumination, close confidants of the Jade Emperor, and masters who had achieved at least the Taiyi Golden Immortal level.

It seemed these three were immortals who had perished in that ancient great war. Though their souls were extinguished, the Taiyi Golden Immortal bodies they had painstakingly cultivated over countless eons had miraculously survived. Due to the dense spiritual energy and altered Heavenly Dao rules of the ancient battlefield, these venerable Taiyi Golden Immortal physical forms had actually given rise to spirits, transforming into the bodies of Flying Night Specters.

As Flying Night Specters, these three were leagues superior to one like Kan Hua. Facing the utterly feral Mo Ta Dragon Gen, they managed to hold their ground within a modest Three Talents Formation, fighting Mo Ta Dragon Gen to a standstill, even managing to suppress the rampant beast.

As Gu Xiechen watched the fierce battle unfolding, one of the Flying Night Specters suddenly flipped its palm, unleashing a purple-gold halberd nearly twelve feet long that whistled as it brutally pierced the left shoulder of Mo Ta Dragon Gen, who had taken human form. One would imagine Mo Ta Dragon Gen’s physical body to be astonishingly tough; his bloodline flesh was comparable to a Golden Immortal specializing in body-forging techniques, let alone Mo Ta Dragon Gen himself.

Yet, this purple-gold halberd seemed to possess an unknown origin. A few twisted golden runes on its seemingly ordinary tip flashed briefly, and a bowl-sized hole was punched through Mo Ta Dragon Gen's shoulder. The Flying Night Specter struck with terrifying swiftness; with a single thrust and rotation of the halberd, it sent Mo Ta Dragon Gen flying. Simultaneously, its left hand blasted a blood-red nether-lightning bolt directly into Mo Ta Dragon Gen's chest.

The two other Flying Night Specters let out long, resounding cries to the heavens. One swung forth a Coiling Dragon Seven-Star Sword, while the other drew a Soaring Flood Dragon Soft Silver Spear. The sword shot out like a fierce dragon towards Mo Ta Dragon Gen’s lower abdomen, and the spear plunged down like a falling celestial star straight for Mo Ta Dragon Gen’s brow. In a coordinated assault, the three of them had forced Mo Ta Dragon Gen into a near-certain death situation. Clearly, these three had engaged in countless joint battles in the past; their combined attack formation was executed with practiced ease.

Seeing the three weapons, Yang Jian and Monkey gasped in unison, crying out, "It’s them! Tsk, what a pity!"

Gu Xiechen’s heart stirred slightly, and he urgently questioned them, "Who are they?"

Monkey’s protruding face flattened, and he sneered with a twisted mouth, "The Three Great Spirit Officials who guard the Hall of Illumination! Though not famous in the mortal realm, they were renowned throughout the Thirty-Three Heavens. They were high-tier Taiyi Golden Immortals under the patronage of the Miao Cheng Heaven!"

In the Thirty-Three Heavens of the ancient Heavenly Court, tens of thousands of palaces and pavilions stood each day, with an incalculable number of spirit officials on duty. Only a select few dozen managed to leave their names behind in the mortal world, while countless ancient deities remained hidden within the boundless splendor of the heavenly realm.

The three Spirit Officials currently battling Mo Ta Dragon Gen were full brothers, descendants of the ancient deity clan, the Kong Sang lineage. Their cultivation was profound; among the four realms of Taiyi Golden Immortal, they had already attained the High-Tier status of Miao Cheng Heaven. Their power was truly world-shattering. Serving the Hall of Illumination, they were also the trusted immortal officials of the Jade Emperor. In the Heavenly Court back then, both in official rank and cultivation, they belonged to the very pinnacle of the pyramid.

Yang Jian shot a cold smile toward Monkey, "When you, monkey head, caused chaos in the Heavenly Palace back then, it was Wang Lingguan, along with these three Kong Sang brothers, who blocked you outside the Hall of Illumination, preventing you from advancing an inch. Alas, what a pity, what a pity. If you had truly managed to seize the Heavenly Emperor's throne, it would have brought me joy!"

Sun Monkey’s face flushed as red as his own backside. He lowered his head, rubbing the black staff belonging to Mo Ta Dragon Gen, and snorted, unwilling to speak. Monkey certainly didn't come off easy during the revolt in the Heavenly Palace back then.

Gu Xiechen merely narrowed his eyes, observing the three Spirit Officials, a wave of excitement surging within him. He swiftly located the spiritual vestiges of the three Kong Sang brothers near the Taiji Qi Vortex in his Sea of Consciousness and cautiously made contact. A clear divine thought resonated back, leaving Gu Xiechen momentarily stunned and speechless.

The spiritual vestiges of the three Kong Sang brothers felt a stirring upon seeing their original physical bodies. However, when they learned that their bodies had become spirits and transformed into Flying Night Specters, they instantly showed disdain for their old forms. As descendants of the ancient deities, born noble and holding high office in the Heavenly Court, they could not tolerate running around with bodies that resembled corpses. They couldn't afford to lose face!

Rubbing his nose, Gu Xiechen muttered helplessly. Actually, zombies weren't so bad; there were thousands of demons and monsters in the Nine Nether Dao, and he found those zombies rather cute and approachable. He truly couldn't understand why the three Kong Sang brothers were so averse to them.

Over there, the three Kong Sang brothers' ultimate killing blow struck Mo Ta Dragon Gen’s flesh. One sword pierced his abdomen, while the other spear was forcibly twisted aside by Mo Ta Dragon Gen as he wrenched his neck, forcing it straight through the center of his throat. Black blood sprayed everywhere. The agonizing howl Mo Ta Dragon Gen emitted shook hundreds of nearby celestial bodies into chaotic motion. A few slightly fragile ones cracked under the force of his scream, spewing out earth fire and black winds, plunging that region of the cosmos into pandemonium. "All of you, die!"

Mo Ta Dragon Gen violently twisted his body and unleashed a barrage of punches like shooting stars. The three Kong Sang brothers, being spirits formed from physical bodies, lacked the agility of their former selves. After heavily wounding Mo Ta Dragon Gen, they momentarily slowed down, believing him defeated. This lapse was instantly exploited as Mo Ta Dragon Gen landed a series of heavy blows. The crushing hammers, like fiery meteors carrying terrifying force, smashed through one brother, completely shattering his upper body. Mo Ta Dragon Gen’s body convulsed rapidly. With howls, he pulled out the three weapons piercing his flesh and flung them far away.

The three Kong Sang brothers were unable to rise. Mo Ta Dragon Gen leaped over viciously and proceeded to savagely smash and tear at their physical forms, ripping them into shreds. Then, Mo Ta Dragon Gen opened his massive mouth and inhaled deeply. A wisp of black mist drifted out from within the three bodies; the yin souls, condensed from the physical forms that had spiritualized over the ages, were swallowed by him.

Fueled by the addition of these three refined yin souls, the wounds on Mo Ta Dragon Gen’s body flashed with black light and instantly healed. He roared in fury, snorted harshly, and violently stomped a nearby planet into dust, using the recoil to charge toward Gu Xiechen and his group.

Shaking his head in resignation, Gu Xiechen was about to resume his escape when the spiritual vestiges of the three Kong Sang brothers suddenly began to pulse violently. Alarmed, Gu Xiechen hastily shoved Monkey and urgently relayed a message to him.

Monkey was startled, then momentarily blank. He helplessly stroked the black staff in his hand, launched his Cloud Somersault, and rapidly fled in a randomly chosen diagonal direction. Mo Ta Dragon Gen howled madly, his eyes fixed, pursuing Monkey closely.

"Damn thief! You dare steal my Mo Ta Dragon Gen's accompanying sacred artifact! You are dead! You are dead! No matter how many helpers you find, you are dead! Look, I killed your three helpers—do you only know how to run?" Gu Xiechen rubbed his nose and sighed helplessly.

As Mo Ta Dragon Gen chased Monkey, many spirits and sprites emerged along the path to harass him. But these were not helpers summoned by Gu Xiechen. This ancient battlefield had seen the demise of countless gods and immortals, spawning all manner of strange spirits. As Mo Ta Dragon Gen charged through, he destroyed hundreds of planets, ruining the lairs of these spirits, naturally provoking their opposition!

Yang Jian watched the fleeing Monkey, about to ask Gu Xiechen why he was letting Monkey escape alone this time. But Gu Xiechen was already rushing toward the planet that Mo Ta Dragon Gen had shattered with one stomp and which was now exploding violently.

Casting a Fire Repulsion Spell, Gu Xiechen dove into the exploding celestial body. He grit his teeth against the ceaseless impact forces, allowing his immense divine sense to spread out and gather the remains of the three Kong Sang brothers that Mo Ta Dragon Gen had torn apart.

Fortunately, Mo Ta Dragon Gen, maddened by the theft of his natal sacred artifact, was somewhat incoherent. He had only shredded their bodies and had not utterly destroyed them. Perhaps due to the bloody fur covering the three forms, Mo Ta Dragon Gen found their taste unappetizing, so he only absorbed their yin souls, leaving their physical bodies intact.

The physical forms of the three Kong Sang brothers were several meters tall; the collected fragments of bone and flesh piled up into quite a mound. Because the three threads of flesh-condensed yin souls had been devoured, the bloody fur on the severed limbs had vanished. The golden muscle tissue and purple-jade bones now emitted a faint but vividly luminous jade-green radiance.

Yang Jian, following closely behind Gu Xiechen, gazed at the heap of flesh and bone and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. "What exquisite cultivation! Looking at this, perhaps my title as the Three Realms' Foremost God of War is somewhat undeserved!"

Gu Xiechen heard Yang Jian’s murmuring self-reproach, though he merely sneered a few times. Although the cultivation of these three Kong Sang brothers was at the Taiyi Golden Immortal level, the tempering of their physical bodies had reached a point that even Yang Jian found horrifying. In Yang Jian's estimation, the physical toughness of the three Kong Sang brothers rivaled that of Yang Jian himself after cultivating the Nine Revolutions Profound Art to the Daluo Golden Immortal stage.

"My uncle truly has hidden talents among his subordinates. What kind of technique did these three cultivate to achieve such a... " Yang Jian's face darkened. He had always prided himself on having the foremost body-forging technique in the Three Realms, a claim acknowledged by the gods throughout the cosmos. But after examining the physical forms of the three Kong Sang brothers, he realized the extent of their body refinement was astonishing!

However, these three bodies had transformed into Flying Night Specters. The yin malevolence of the zombie nature conflicted with the body-forging techniques inherent in their original forms. Thus, three physical bodies comparable to the might of a Daluo Golden Immortal specializing in body forging were rendered powerless by the encroachment of corpse qi, allowing them to be easily shredded.

After a moment of contemplation, Gu Xiechen carefully separated three wisps of Primordial Origin Qi from his own Innate Primordial Spirit, using them to help the three spiritual vestiges of the Kong Sang brothers re-coalesce their souls. A hurricane swept up around Gu Xiechen. Amidst swirling purple energy, three faint streams of green light shot out rapidly, transforming into three luminous currents that spun around the pile of fractured bones and flesh.

Thick corpse qi continuously erupted from the flesh and bone, but it was swiftly dispersed and eradicated. The pile of shattered remains began to melt like high-temperature refined glaze, gradually coalescing into a pool of pale green liquid that exuded a faint cyan color. A powerful, fresh aroma of flora and wood surged from the liquid—a refreshing fragrance that invigorated the senses. Just a few breaths of it seemed to unblock all the meridians in one's body.

After the three green streams of light dispelled all the corpse qi, the remaining pale green liquid amounted to only about the size of a person's fist. A sigh of helplessness echoed from the three streams of light. The fist-sized liquid divided into three portions, and the light streams plunged inward. The liquid rapidly boiled and expanded. In the blink of an eye, the cyan liquid condensed into three physical bodies.

Gu Xiechen focused his gaze on these three bodies and couldn't help but inwardly marvel. The appearances of these three were almost identical: both stood two meters tall, powerfully built, with rugged features. They were not conventionally handsome but resembled massive stones on a towering cliff face, conveying a feeling of solidness that no wind or storm could erode, no thunderbolt could shake. The brothers possessed an ancient appearance, their skin as white as snow and delicate as gauze. Green eyes shimmered brightly from their deep-set sockets, radiating a strange, compelling power that made even Gu Xiechen hesitate to look directly at them. After all, they were descendants of ancient deities, possessing their own profound mysteries.

Although their bodies were merely reassembled using a small measure of the original bloodline power extracted from Gu Xiechen's own former physical body, the current cultivation level of the three Kong Sang brothers was already comparable to Yang Jian's. They casually recalled their natal artifacts that Mo Ta Dragon Gen had thrown away and respectfully saluted Gu Xiechen. "Honored Superior, if you require anything in the future, please do not hesitate to command us!"

The brothers showed respect toward Gu Xiechen, but it lacked the absolute obedience displayed by Xin Jia and others. In fact, they seemed faintly more arrogant than both Yang Jian and Sun Monkey. If their souls had not been anchored to Gu Xiechen’s soul source for their reconstruction, they likely would have been too haughty even to offer such superficial courtesies.

Shaking his head resignedly, Gu Xiechen noted that this indeed fit the temperament of the Jade Emperor's personal attendants—they certainly had big tempers. Yang Jian looked at the three Kong Sang brothers and suddenly let out a mocking sneer.

The three Kong Sang brothers immediately glared at Yang Jian. They angrily demanded, "True Lord Erlang, why are you laughing?"

Yang Jian glared back, coldly retorting, "Do you still imagine yourselves to be the Spirit Officials of the Hall of Illumination from back then?" The three Kong Sang brothers roared in unison, "That’s none of your business! If you’re unhappy, do you want a fight?"

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows, laughing coldly, "Good, good, good! Let's have a bout today! Since my uncle isn't here, even if I smash your dog heads in, let's see what you have to say then!"

The eyes of the three Kong Sang brothers lit up, and they simultaneously brandished their weapons. "Excellent! We brothers have harbored the desire to challenge the Three Realms' Foremost God of War for countless years! If His Majesty hadn't suppressed us, we would have already stormed the Zhuo River Estuary!"

Seeing the tension escalating between Yang Jian and the three Kong Sang brothers, Gu Xiechen felt a surge of anger. He suddenly glared, unleashing a trace of tyrannical aura cultivated from his Xuanhuang Undying Body divine ability. Black and yellow Qi currents roiled around him, casting an immense pressure over the surroundings. Yang Jian only felt a jolt but was otherwise unaffected, but the faces of the three Kong Sang brothers turned ashen, and they heavily fell to their knees.

The three brothers stared at Gu Xiechen in horror and exclaimed together, "Has the Honored Superior inherited His Majesty's legacy?"

Without the slightest hesitation, the three Kong Sang brothers kowtowed deeply to Gu Xiechen. "This humble subordinate, Kong Sang Ri, pays respects to the Honored Superior!" Their current demeanor was extremely respectful. Looking at them, even if Gu Xiechen ordered them to commit suicide, they would unhesitatingly slit their own throats. What a dramatic shift in attitude!

Gu Xiechen was stunned. Did the Xuanhuang Undying Body divine ability possess such an effect? Had such arrogant brothers as the Kong Sang trio been subdued just by this? He glanced at Yang Jian in surprise; Yang Jian also stared at Gu Xiechen, his face filled with shock.

After a long moment, Yang Jian lightly shook his head. He sent a telepathic message to Gu Xiechen, "I don't know much about my uncle’s affairs. In short, that Jade Emperor is not as simple as he seems! But to suppress these three just with a mere wisp of aura from the Xuanhuang Undying Body technique... hehe!"

Nodding lightly, Gu Xiechen gained some understanding. After all, he was the ancient Heavenly Emperor; it wasn't surprising that the Jade Emperor possessed such methods.

However, the fact that a mere wisp of aura from the Xuanhuang Undying Body technique could intimidate these three was truly astonishing.

Just as Gu Xiechen called the three Kong Sang brothers to rise, a flash of golden light appeared in the distance. Monkey, his fur scorched and emitting thick black smoke, returned in a sorry state, desperately wielding the black staff. As he flew toward them, he shouted sternly, urging Gu Xiechen and the others to prepare to flee immediately.

Directly behind Monkey, Mo Ta Dragon Gen, restored to his gigantic dragon form, having compressed his body down to less than ten thousand meters long, was chasing after them, spewing black flames. The viscous, iron-like black flames clung close to Monkey’s rear, nearly igniting his constantly flailing tail several times.

Hovering above Mo Ta Dragon Gen’s head stood three blood descendants, each nearly a hundred meters tall, clad entirely in black scales and bearing massive dragon heads. They exuded an overwhelming, suffocating aura. Gu Xiechen only had a slight brush with their presence before his face paled drastically. These three Mo Ta Dragon Gen blood descendants, who had just returned, astonishingly possessed the terrifying cultivation of Tenth-Grade Golden Immortal!

This Mo Ta Dragon Gen was too fertile; how could all his offspring be so powerful? It was no wonder the ancient Roman Empire under Ai’er Loli was utterly destroyed. It was truly amazing how she even managed to escape the pursuit of Mo Ta Dragon Gen's blood descendants! "Damn it!"

Sighing helplessly, Gu Xiechen shot a harsh glare at the black staff Monkey stubbornly refused to relinquish. With a wry smile, he turned and fled with Yang Jian and the others. Even the three Kong Sang brothers followed silently in the rear, retreating in haste. Having just recovered their physical bodies, they had no confidence in fighting beings at the Tenth-Grade Golden Immortal level. Reluctantly, the group resumed their struggle, fleeing further into the vast sea of stars.

Along the way, Mo Ta Dragon Gen seemed to have devoured countless living beings and plundered countless spirit veins; the more he pursued, the more his cultivation recovered.

After fleeing for another year and three months, Mo Ta Dragon Gen’s cultivation had astonishingly recovered to the peak of the Golden Immortal level—Eighteenth-Grade Golden Immortal, the cultivation of the Wuji Tan Shi Heaven.