The might of a single force conquers all techniques; before absolute power, all magical illusions become naught but bubbles. The Great Wheel King shattered the Twelve Forms Lesser Sumeru Illusion Realm with a single strike, and the thirteen colossal Demon God statues immediately charged towards Guo Hua and his company with resounding steps. Still tens of miles away, these Demon God statues swept their arms like cyclones, sending a torrent of howling sword energies tearing through the void toward the group.

Borelli roared, releasing an egg-sized, vividly lifelike white lotus from his hand. This lotus, quivering as if alive, slowly emitted ten thousand rays of light, and countless droplets of pale golden spirit spring spewed from its core, transforming into a vast mist that obscured the surroundings.

This lotus was a defensive spiritual treasure—a Primordial Item—of formidable defense, gifted by the mysterious old monk from the Abyss of No Return.

According to the old monk, this lotus originated from a new, alien universe. Great figures of Buddhist attainment had refined the native Golden Lotus of Merit from that new cosmos, infusing it with Buddhist Zen techniques and tempering it with the Demonic Subduing Golden Light of Buddhism to create this protective treasure.

The old monk had bestowed upon Borelli and Maha no less than two hundred Buddhist treasures of various kinds, each possessing immense power, though their activation speed left something to be desired. This was partly due to Borelli and Maha’s insufficient cultivation, and partly because these Buddhist treasures were inherently too powerful, making their use less seamless than treasures cultivated alongside one's very life.

The mist formed by the spirit spring spread out like a covering, carrying a faint, alluring fragrance. The surrounding demonic flames and dark clouds thinned as the spirit spring washed over them. The cool vapor dispersed, and the surging demonic flames seemed to lose momentum. However, as the sword energies unleashed by the thirteen Demon Gods struck, layers of mist were continuously blasted apart. Even as the white lotus incessantly spewed spirit essence, the newly formed mist could not replenish the expenditure. Streaks of blade light shot across the sky, and successive waves of fragrant mist exploded. Water vapor permeated the air, the surrounding demonic clouds grew fainter, yet the sword energies closed in ever nearer.

Maha snarled coldly. He drew out a set of eighteen pale golden Demon-Slaying Thorns, spat a mouthful of magical power onto them, and immediately sent eighteen golden rainbows, each several feet long and shining brightly, flying out to meet the incoming sword lights from all directions.

Clang-clang-clang! A tremendous clamor erupted as the blade lights clashed with the Demon-Slaying Thorns. Vast swathes of sword light were pulverized, while the thorns, like drill bits, ground rapidly through wave after wave of blade light, kicking up massive flares of fire. The Demon-Slaying Thorns shuddered and groaned. After piercing nearly a thousand streams of blade light and sword essence, the thorns suddenly shot out a surge of golden light, but three of them were cleanly severed mid-way by the incessant incoming blade lights.

Maha’s immense body swayed violently, nearly causing him to plummet to the ground. With three Demon-Slaying Thorns broken, the remaining fifteen were destroyed one after another by the sword energies. Slowly, two streams of blood trickled from Maha’s nostrils, and he spat out a mouthful of foul-smelling blood.

“What tyrannical sword energy!” Maha coughed dryly a few times, hastily taking out a small, palm-sized, seven-storied Sarira Pagoda. He hurriedly recited an incantation, urging his magical power and continuously channeling it into the tower. The small pagoda began to swell, gradually emitting great swathes of Buddhist light and auspicious energy.

Borelli’s expression remained unchanged as he controlled the white lotus to continue spraying the spirit spring to resist the blade lights. Simultaneously, he pulled a three-foot-long dart shaped like a golden dragon from his sleeve. He swiftly used the sharp dragon’s tongue emerging from the dragon’s head to slice his own finger, coating the dart from head to tail with a strand of his fresh blood. The dart absorbed Borelli’s blood, immediately emitting a faint crimson glow.

Muttering several incantations, he slowly poured his magical power into the dart, causing Borelli’s face to grow slightly pale.

The dart continuously siphoned Borelli’s blood. In the time it took to steep a cup of tea, it had drained a third of his total blood volume. Even with Borelli’s high cultivation and tremendously powerful self-recovery—capable of regenerating an endless supply of blood given sufficient spiritual energy—having a third of his blood rapidly drawn out was still difficult to bear.

Taking a deep breath, just as the pagoda in Maha’s hand unleashed a brilliant, towering light, Borelli let the dart fly.

A dragon’s roar soared into the sky. This Dragon-Slaying Dart carried a magnificent golden ray spanning a hundred miles, transforming into a golden giant dragon several li long. It spat a chilling beam of light, soaring straight toward the Great Wheel King’s heart.

This dart was named ‘Sinful Dragon’s Seizure’—it was the physical incarnation of a Primordial Sage from the new, alien universe. This Primordial Sage had caused trouble for the Buddhist cultivators, only to be slain by an ancient Buddha who set up the Ten Thousand Buddha Array, refining the Sage into this incredibly powerful dart.

This dart from an alien realm possessed astonishing might. If one’s cultivation were sufficient, it was essentially a one-hit kill for any immortal below the peak of the Great Overarching Golden Immortal realm. Even with insufficient cultivation, relying solely on the dart’s intrinsic power, it could severely wound a peak Great Overarching Golden Immortal. Borelli and Maha stared intently at the golden rainbow, watching it fly along a perfectly straight trajectory toward the Great Wheel King’s heart.

Clang! A massive sound echoed. The Great Wheel King’s chest garment was shredded, revealing a large expanse of fair skin. The Sinful Dragon’s Seizure dissolved into a shower of golden dust amidst the noise; the divine soul of the Primordial Sage within had been utterly vaporized by the unparalleled sword energy. The skin on the Great Wheel King’s chest remained smooth and tender, showing not the slightest mark. Borelli’s body convulsed, and viscous blood spurted from all seven orifices. Maha and his disciples cried out in shock, cursing in unison: “What an old freak!”

It was terrifying. Such a divine weapon as the Sinful Dragon’s Seizure couldn’t even leave a trace upon him. What was the Great Wheel King’s physical body made of? What was more disheartening was that not only was his defense astonishing, but his body’s spontaneous counter-attack had pulverized the Sinful Dragon’s Seizure—this inherent retaliatory force was even more shocking. Did this mean that when he fought others, he was only capable of attacking?

Unless an exotic treasure thousands of times superior to the Sinful Dragon’s Seizure struck him, anything that hit him would be instantly shocked into ash by the rebounding sword force. How many treasures in the world could surpass the quality of the Sinful Dragon’s Seizure? Were there any objects left that could harm the Great Wheel King?

The Yellow Robe Dharma King sincerely sighed, “We are accustomed to ruling supreme within the Blissful Heaven of the Boronimi, but we never expected such an old freak in this Hell of Cold Ice! Say, what is this old fellow’s true form? Is he really just a blade?” What kind of blade is so monstrous?

The Great Wheel King heard their comments and responded only with a disdainful cold laugh. Glaring coldly at Borelli, Maha, and the others, a surge of light erupted beneath his feet, lifting him as he slowly advanced toward them. The thirteen Demon Gods roared deafeningly, relentlessly pressing the group.

Suddenly, there was a loud crack! The white lotus released by Borelli was struck by several sword energies, tearing apart the last vestiges of mist before being stomped to pieces.

Borelli staggered back three large steps, his face turning ashen. Viscous blood seeped from the pores of his skin all over his body.

Innumerable sword energies swept towards the group. Just in time, the seven-storied pagoda in Maha’s hand erupted with vast swathes of light flames, accompanied by deep, resonant Sanskrit chanting. It rapidly expanded to a height of ten thousand zhang. Millions of Buddha statues within the countless tiny niches on the pagoda’s seven tiers simultaneously opened their eyes, forming the Immovable Vajra Mudra with their hands, and roaring forth Sanskrit chants like lion’s wrath, unleashing scorching Buddha flames that swept everywhere.

Wave after wave of blade light shattered within the Buddha flames. The thirteen approaching Demon God statues recoiled rapidly backward as if struck by the Sanskrit chants and Buddha flames, enveloped in thick smoke. The Demon God statues roared in fury, struggling desperately to lunge forward, but the boundless radiance emanating from the millions of Buddhas’ eyes enveloped and twisted around them, instantly liquefying one Demon God statue into flowing iron on the spot. The sword energies and blade lights in the void instantly decreased by about a tenth, and the group felt a collective easing of tension.

The Great Wheel King looked at the pagoda with clear surprise. He nodded and sneered, “Rare, rare. This pagoda actually holds a Buddhist Immovable Vajra Talisman from the Daoist Guide. Heh, hehehe, a Sage!”

After offering a few praises, the Great Wheel King sneered mockingly at Maha, “It’s a pity that even a Sage cannot save your petty lives!”

Sharp, icy light shot from his eyes. The Great Wheel King said harshly, “My only child, my only son! Since the beginning of the Primordial Chaos, I have only ever been moved by one woman, and she bore my only child! You all deserve to die, all deserve to die!”

He raised his right hand violently and roared, “Even if a Sage stood before me, I would still cleave him three thousand times! In the past, I managed to wound Hongjun’s chest! A few of his young disciples do not frighten this King!” He tasted Hongjun’s chest blood? And the great Sages under Hongjun are merely young disciples?

Borelli and Maha were terrified beyond measure. Even the Yellow Robe Dharma King and others, usually rather simple-minded, broke out in cold sweats. In the space of two or three sentences, the Great Wheel King’s origins were revealed almost entirely, but they dearly wished they hadn’t heard a word. This damned, ancient monster originated from the dawn of the Primordial Chaos and had a history with Hongjun?

Maha cried out, turning his right hand into a blade and violently slashing his left wrist. A jet of golden blood sprayed out, instantly sprinkling onto the ten-thousand-zhang-high pagoda. His pure, life-essence blood mixed with his entire body’s Zen power continuously flowed into the pagoda. The myriad Buddhas on the tower simultaneously let out furious roars. Their forms shifted, gradually evolving into their corresponding Wrathful Wisdom King manifestations.

The Wrathful Kings possessed divine powers capable of destroying heaven and earth. The millions of Wrathful King manifestations on the pagoda activated simultaneously, their power comparable to the might of a real Wrathful King evolved by a Buddha.

Millions of Wrathful Kings rose in the niches, performing a dance of heavenly demons. Vast Buddhist Zen power surged from the King manifestations, gradually evolving above the pagoda into a single Wrathful King image, a thousand zhang tall, entirely rendered in seven-colored, glistening glass.

This Wrathful King had a horse’s head and six arms, its entire body wrapped in Red Lotus Karmic Fire, stepping upon a hazy, black-red lotus pedestal, constantly releasing an aura of destruction that made even Maha’s own heart tremble in fear. It stared fixedly at the Great Wheel King, and its six arms waved casually to the sides. Twelve clusters of karmic fire lightning roared out, transforming into twelve black-red lightning dragons that rushed toward the Demon God statues.

The Demon God statues, forged by the Great Wheel King’s immense divine power, offered no resistance as they were struck by the lightning. Dense black-red electric tongues coiled around them from head to toe. A long, furious roar erupted into the sky as the twelve Demon God statues unleashed their final sword energy, then slumped onto the ground in defeat, quickly dissolving into pools of molten iron. The sword energies released just before their destruction tore across the void, rapidly heading towards the manifestation of the Wrathful King.

The horse-headed Wrathful King grinned menacingly, and its six arms swept out. The surrounding Red Lotus Karmic Fire surged violently, forming a vortex of flames nearly a hundred li in diameter around it. The twelve streams of blade light were merely slightly close before being sucked into the vortex. Flames churned, and the sword energies were instantly swallowed, transforming into twelve streaks of fire that rapidly circled within the vortex. The Great Wheel King laughed, “Your little tricks are somewhat interesting, but unfortunately, my sword energy…”

His raised right arm finally descended heavily, unleashing a sharp blade light a thumb’s width wide and a hundred zhang long.

The flame vortex covering a hundred li in radius was like a joke before this blade light. In a single strike, it annihilated the swirling karmic fire. Undiminished, the sword energy pierced through the flame vortex, and while the horse-headed Wrathful King was still blankly startled, the blade light bored through its brow. The enormous horse head instantly collapsed, spraying golden blood everywhere.

The blade light chopped down ruthlessly, cleaving the horse-headed Wrathful King into two halves. All the small niches on the pagoda burst open, and the statues within were split in two from head to foot.

The massive pagoda was shattered by the Great Wheel King’s single strike. The residual force of the blade energy remained undiminished, transforming into an arc of blade light that cleaved down toward Borelli and his company. The blade light was agile; when it was still a hundred zhang away from Borelli and the others, it suddenly scattered into countless continuous streams of blade light shooting wildly across the sky.

Pfft, pfft, pfft. The sound of piercing flesh was incessant. Tens of thousands of demons and fiends who had just managed to escape into the Twelve Forms Lesser Sumeru Illusion Realm to save their lives were struck in the heart and died instantly. The Yellow Robe Dharma King and over a hundred of Maha’s trusted disciples, possessing profound magical power and protected by Buddhist artifacts, exerted every ounce of strength to resist. Crack! Crack! Sounds continued as the Dharma King and others’ protective artifacts were shattered by the sword energy. They spat blood while tumbling backward, their hands and feet flailing, before crashing heavily to the ground, nearly smashing themselves to death.

The six Hongya brothers had their protective immortal artifacts smashed to pieces. With their limbs mutilated, they spat blood, fell unconscious, and tumbled headfirst onto the ground.

The scattered blade lights represented only about thirty percent of the power of that single slash unleashed by the Great Wheel King. The remaining seventy percent of the blade light was directed squarely at the heads of Borelli and Maha.

Looking at Guo Hua behind them, who was still immersed in comprehending a new realm and oblivious to the bloody storm outside, Borelli and Maha lamented in unison, “You’re going to get us killed!”

The two brothers grit their teeth and flipped the Great Wheel King a middle finger. Black and white wings suddenly unfurled behind them, and their figures transformed into streaks of black and white light, flying upward. In the blink of an eye, the brothers unleashed tens of millions of punches toward the pressing blade light above their heads.

The piercing sound of their fists tearing the void connected into lines, then into sheets, then into a continuous, rolling thunder.

The brothers’ fists tore through the void, dense Buddhist seals flashing on their knuckles, summoning countless streams of Demonic Subduing Golden Light to meet the sword energy.

The blade light flashed, and in just an instant, countless blood wounds split open across the bodies of the two brothers, spraying large amounts of blood. Borelli and Maha grunted in unison. They felt the blade light pressing down on them as heavy as a mountain, and an incomparably sharp sword intent stabbed into their bodies, churning inside like whirling blades. The pain made their vision darken, as if their very organs were about to be twisted into countless holes.

However, the brothers’ bodies originated from the new, alien universe, and their innate divine ability was supreme speed. Their incredibly dense flurry of fists, like a swarm of industrious ants, chipped away tiny bits of power from that terrifying sword essence, drop by drop, point by point. Finally, just as the blade light was about to fully penetrate their bodies, the light suddenly dispersed, having been utterly crushed by the brothers’ continuous strikes.

The Great Wheel King nodded expressionlessly. He said coldly, “Not bad. What you comprehend seems not to be the rules of this

"Good!" he roared, his voice sharp. "Today, this King intends to kill! So many blades have been drawn and I still haven't succeeded! You should feel honored!" His form blurred, and in an instant, the Great Turning Wheel King was behind Guo Hua, his hand clamping around Guo Hua's throat.

Even with the clairvoyance of Prajna and Mahā, and armed with the power of the Supreme Speed Law, they simply could not track the Great Turning Wheel King's movement.

In essence, all they saw was a flicker of shadow before the Great Turning Wheel King materialized behind Guo Hua, his hand already gripping Guo Hua's neck.

Chuckling coldly several times, the Great Turning Wheel King extended his right index finger and slowly plunged it into Guo Hua’s lumbar spine. His finger pulsed and rotated, meticulously tearing at Guo Hua's medullary nerves until Guo Hua convulsed like a toad being skinned alive.

Bai Laier, who had been shielded behind Guo Hua, shrieked once and suddenly spat a silver sword pellet, the size of a thumb, from her mouth. It transformed into a longsword about four feet long, trailing a frigid light spanning over ten yards, and stabbed toward the Great Turning Wheel King. The King watched the flying sword with cold eyes and sneered, "A low-grade Dharma artifact..."

"...It is because of you, you slut, that my son suffered such calamity... You must die. This King will violently finish you off! Your entire family, down to the last relative, along with every neighbor within a hundred million li radius of your home, all living things, must perish with you!"

With a sinister grin, the Great Turning Wheel King snatched the incoming streak of cold light out of the air.

The flying sword let out a mournful cry, its brilliance dimmed and its aura entirely extinguished by the King’s grip.

With a great laugh, the Great Turning Wheel King swung the captured longsword slowly toward Guo Hua’s neck.

He cackled strangely, "I'll use this slut's own weapon to kill you, you scum! Heh heh, how intimate. See? Your weapon is killing your paramour!"

Bai Laier screamed and lunged at the Great Turning Wheel King, clawing for his eyes.

The Great Turning Wheel King simply lashed out with a kick, catching Bai Laier squarely in the abdomen. The blow sent her spitting blood and flying backward, nearly knocking her unconscious. The Great Turning Wheel King grinned menacingly as the longsword crept inch by inch closer to Guo Hua’s throat.

Just as Guo Hua was about to be severed by the blade, a crystal-clear longsword radiating mystical light flashed in from an oblique angle and struck down fiercely. The Great Turning Wheel King, caught off guard for a fraction of a second, felt the sword graze his arm. His body instantly shuddered, and torrents of blood erupted simultaneously from all seven orifices.

He howled wildly to the heavens, staggering backward in retreat. He roared furiously, "Fuxi, Nüwa! This is your power! Damn you, how dare you oppose me! I will raze your Human Emperor Palace and destroy the Human Origin Star!"

Towering black flames rose slowly from the void nearby. Guo Hua, now sporting twelve black wings on his back, strolled deliberately out of the black inferno and caught the listless Guo Hua who was falling downward.

Waving the Sword of Fate in his hand, Siren guffawed strangely, "Haven't seen you in several millennia, and the next time we meet, you're nearly turned into a perfectly qualified corpse. Ah, truly embarrassing!"

Shaking his head, Siren sighed, "Only one of the little demons you sent out for aid remains. It told me about your situation before expiring. If that little creature had any next of kin, your death benefits should be quite high!"

Looking at Siren's utterly smug face, Guo Hua almost spat a mouthful of thick phlegm. He cursed coldly, "You dead effeminate man, worry about your own miserable life! This old fellow is not easy to deal with; he’s fought against Hongjun!" "Hongjun?" Siren startled. "The legendary top-tier Gou A?" Guo Hua gave a strange smile and nodded firmly.

Siren urgently shouted, "Aredia, hurry back! That old guy is tough to handle!"

Before the words even faded, thousands of viscous, glue-like black fireballs, each the size of a water vat, erupted from the void, spitting out long trails of flame as they whistled toward the Great Turning Wheel King. The Great Turning Wheel King, blood still dripping from his seven orifices, hung suspended in mid-air with a cold laugh, letting the fireballs strike him.

Thousands of fireballs detonated upon the Great Turning Wheel King in quick succession, yet they couldn't incinerate a single strand of his hair. A faint blade-force enveloped his body. Even as the shockwaves from the explosions shattered mountain peaks on the ground, his body remained utterly unmoving.

With a sweep of his hand, the Great Turning Wheel King pushed toward the void, and an invisible surge of power shot through the air, causing a section of the void to instantly shatter.

A cry of alarm echoed as Aredia staggered into visibility from the void, looking terrified as she fled to Siren’s side.

The Great Turning Wheel King coughed a few times, gazing with suspicion and uncertainty at the sword in Siren's hand. He slowly nodded. "Good, good. Was this sword given to you by Fuxi or Nüwa? Heh, good, good. I have suffered this great loss today, and I will certainly settle accounts with them."

Taking a deep breath, the Great Turning Wheel King silently manifested a strangely shaped long saber in his hand—the form his saber took before he assumed human shape.

With a slight wave of the saber, the Great Turning Wheel King stated coldly, "You are worth praising. For many years now, aside from that single battle where I wounded Hongjun, I haven't needed to deploy my true form against an enemy."

With a sweeping motion, a blinding saber light, as if enveloping the entire Wheel-Turning Hell, churned up all the Geng Metal spiritual energy within the hell, trailing countless tangible flashes of blade and sword light as it cleaved down upon the group. The Great Turning Wheel King roared fiercely, "You killed my child, so you must pay the price! Today, you all die!" The surging saber light instantly engulfed everyone.

Siren desperately raised the Sword of Fate to meet the attack, only to be cleaved back, spitting blood, his body suddenly sporting dozens of wounds deep enough to reach the bone.

With the Great Turning Wheel King fighting at full strength, the group immediately found themselves in a situation where death was inevitable. (To be continued, Lu Du!)