Such Gods showed far too many openings. The specially appointed Corpse Emperor, hidden within the Asura army, immediately struck upon seeing an opportunity, upon seeing advantage. The Monkey, transformed into an Asura, entirely blood-red with crimson fur all over its body, roared and charged out.

Feigning engagement, he led a gaggle of hot-headed, life-ignorant Asuras toward the undead legion commanded by Yama. Yama couldn't be bothered with these weak Asuras. His gaze remained fixed solely on Pāpīyan, his staff symbolizing death held high, poised to launch a fatal strike against him.

The Monkey's form flashed, abruptly bypassing the attacks of hundreds of Death Kings and heroic generals ahead, suddenly appearing behind Yama. Before Yama could react, the Monkey brought his staff down with a heavy thud right onto Yama's crown. It struck, scattering a 'ten thousand peach blossom' pattern, shattering half of Yama's body with a boom, while the other half heavily collapsed to the ground.

The quick-witted Monkey snatched Yama's renowned staff—the heaviest among the Gods—with a swift grab. Laughing gleefully, he seized the staff and then dissolved into a plume of black smoke, fleeing swiftly, vanishing into the boundless Asura army. Once merged with the Asura forces, unless a Sage himself stood present, who could locate one insignificant short figure, merely seven or eight zhang tall, among trillions upon trillions of Asuras?

Powerful deities under Yama, such as the God of Death and the God of the Underworld, sought vengeance, but where could they find the Monkey now? Hiding within the Asura army, the Monkey nearly burst out laughing. Yama's staff!

He could melt it down and fuse it with his current club, then ask that old artificer Chen to painstakingly reforge it. Its quality would absolutely surpass the Ruyi Jingu Bang used by the Monkey's true self. Although the Ruyi Jingu Bang possessed supreme power, it was merely an acquired Merit Supreme Treasure, originally the Water-Quelling Divine Needle refined by Yu the Great.

While heavy and immensely powerful, it was never intended for use as a weapon. But the club the Monkey held was forged from Chaos Primordial Heavy Gold, inherently a vicious divine weapon. Coupled with Yama's staff, which incorporated the rule representing Death and the majesty of the Undead beneath the Heavenly Dao, the killing power of the Monkey's current club absolutely surpassed the Ruyi Jingu Bang by hundreds of times.

The Monkey could hardly wait to find Daoist Chen. He even began mentally crafting a magnificent, imposing name for his new cudgel, one that would shake the Three Realms. But the book-poor Monkey pondered for a long time, only managing to devise the title, 'King of Hell's Cudgel.' 'King of Hell's Cudgel,' as the name implied, derived part of its essence from Yama's staff.

And Yama’s standing among the Guardian Heavens was equivalent to the Yanluo King in the East—both were masters of the realm of death. Of course, the Monkey's name for his club carried a heavy implication of self-incrimination, but he didn't care in the slightest. He had robbed Yama; did Yama dare demand it back?

He was the War Buddha, a direct disciple of a Sage. Yama was merely a Guardian Heaven subdued by a Sage. Between a direct disciple and a grudging subordinate, anyone with a sliver of sense knew who held the superior status.

Yang Jian, having already been led into questionable conduct by certain individuals, also executed a sneak attack. Yang Jian’s target was Vayu, the God of Wind, who was currently unleashing countless volleys of arrows upon the Asura army with his bow. Vayu’s bow was exquisite.

Its limbs were formed from two pale azure crystals, and its string was merely a thread of subtle clean wind. It required no arrows; merely drawing the string back and infusing a minuscule bit of magical power would generate an abundance of arrows naturally upon the string. At the speed Vayu drew and shot, with every pull of the string, hundreds of thousands of arrows composed of gale-force winds shrieked downwards, truly resembling a storm of wind and rain, suffocating the Asura army.

Vayu alone nearly suppressed all the archers within the Asura forces. Furthermore, the destructive power of those arrows was considerable. When scattered, each impact was equivalent to the full strength of an early-stage Taiyi Golden Immortal.

When all the arrows converged into a single shaft, its power rivaled the full might of a mid-stage Daluo Golden Immortal. Especially since the flying speed of these arrows was terrifyingly high; even Yang Jian’s speed of escape could not match one-third of the velocity at which these arrows flew. Vayu's bow enchanted Yang Jian to an extreme degree.

Thus, Yang Jian, transformed into an Asura war general towering five zhang high with nine heads and thirty-six arms, also roared out, leading hundreds of thousands of stubborn, death-defying Asura soldiers charging toward Vayu. The bloodthirsty Asura warriors followed Yang Jian's charge, but after advancing less than a hundred zhang, every single one fell under Vayu's arrows. Countless arrows condensed from gale-force winds pierced the bodies of the Asura warriors.

Each arrow spun rapidly, constantly drilling into their forms. A grating friction filled the battlefield, and only after every Asura warrior’s body was pierced through did the arrows meaningfully dissipate. For a time, the battlefield was littered with Asura warriors riddled like sieves, including Yang Jian, who had been charging at the very front.

Vayu didn't spare Yang Jian a single glance. His eyes wide open, he charged frantically into the Asura army, leading his Wind God legion and his vassal race, the Garuda Rocs, their war cries echoing as they headed straight for Indra. They had to rescue Indra.

Otherwise, if those audacious Asuras actually succeeded in sacrificing Indra, the situation would become irrecoverable. Within the Three-Consecutive City, injury or death was insignificant; being pulverized into blood-paste or burned to ash held no consequence, as the vast magic of the Three-Consecutive City could resurrect everyone. However, once sacrificed, no amount of magic could restore the life offered.

Sacrifice was a terrifying power, nearly equivalent to the Heavenly Dao's law, something the Guardian Heavens could not resist. Vayu charged toward the Asura army, riding his celestial steed, lightly soaring over the head of the fallen Yang Jian. Yang Jian, lying dead with his eyes shut, suddenly opened them.

His Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade silently pierced the celestial steed's abdomen, entered Vayu's posterior, thrust straight through his body, and emerged from the crown of his head. With a casual flick of the hilt, Yang Jian flung Vayu far away, immediately seizing the Wind God’s bow from Vayu’s hand. His body instantly transformed into a dark gust of wind, rushing back into the Asura army.

Like the Monkey, Yang Jian also merged with the Asura host. After casually altering his appearance, no one could find him again. Rāvaṇa, possessing ten heads and known as the Ten-Headed Demon, leading a massive contingent of Demon Kings and great generals to meet Vayu’s charge, was taken aback.

Seeing an imposing Asura general assassinate Vayu and defeat him in such a humiliating fashion, Rāvaṇa shouted in excitement. He was especially thrilled by the sneak attacks executed by the Monkey and Yang Jian. Yama’s staff and Vayu’s longbow were Primordial Sacred Artifacts born alongside them; they were not the shoddy, post-natal forged weapons or the spirit-condensed divine arms wielded by Rāvaṇa and the other Asura Demon Kings.

These Primordial Sacred Artifacts possessed terrifying power, and it was thanks to this strength that the Gods had repeatedly dealt crushing blows to the Asura race. But this time, Indra had been thoroughly stripped bare. Yama’s staff was snatched, Vayu’s longbow was seized.

The strength of these three formidable Gods had dropped by at least thirty percent. They now stood on the same starting line as Demon Kings like Rāvaṇa. "Starting today, we no longer care about their weapons!" Rāvaṇa laughed excitedly to Pāpīyan, "Which tribe do those brave fellows belong to?

I truly want them to become my personal bodyguards!" Rāvaṇa's words drew looks of murderous fury from all the other Asura Demon Kings. The rule of the Asura clan was simple: all spoils from the battlefield belonged to the individual who acquired them; even their tribal Demon Kings had no right to demand their soldiers surrender their captures. These three fortunate Asura warriors, regardless of their tribe, possessed divine weapons and sharp implements based purely on what they acquired, enough to make them first-rate Asura generals.

Rāvaṇa wanted them? Wasn't that trying to snatch food from their own bowls? Even Pāpīyan felt Rāvaṇa was too greedy.

Pāpīyan immediately contacted Demon Kings like Bhadra and others, severely criticizing Rāvaṇa, accusing him of destabilizing internal Asura harmony, stating his actions were unacceptable and demanded deep remorse! Therefore, to punish Rāvaṇa for this ill thought and ideology, Rāvaṇa had to personally undertake hard labor: constructing the altar for Indra's sacrifice at the fastest possible pace. Although tens of thousands of Asuras were already diligently building the altar, their speed was far too slow.

Dejected, Rāvaṇa reluctantly accepted Pāpīyan's proposal, his face grim as he went off to magically construct the altar. Despite being one of the most powerful ancient Demon Kings, Rāvaṇa dared not offend so many other Asura Demon Kings. Just as the Asura Demon Kings were smugly watching the disorganized, charging God army—now thrown into chaos—a new event occurred on the field that made every Asura hold their heads high in pride, and caused every God to freeze in horror.

Vayu, the Fire God, whose strength was not below Yama's and who was famous among the Gods as a Creator God, also suffered a devastating blow. The Asura warrior transformed by the Corpse Emperor stood a thousand li tall. He did not rely on trickery like the Monkey or Yang Jian; instead, he advanced with booming steps directly toward the Fire God Vayu.

The Corpse Emperor wielded a bronze longge he had seized from some unlucky Asura general, and he smashed the ge toward Vayu with all his might. Vayu met him, casually waving his Raging Fire Sword and the same lasso entwined with fierce flames, advancing toward the Corpse Emperor. The Corpse Emperor lacked sufficient powerful Asura demonic energy; although his form towered a thousand li, he appeared strong on the outside but weak within.

Vayu's attention was focused on the great Demon Kings like Rāvaṇa. Facing such a minor Asura general, Vayu was confident he could casually kill him with a single fingernail. He lightly swung a sword toward the Corpse Emperor, and then Vayu was airborne.

The muscles on his thick arms bulged terrifyingly, like maddened pythons. The Corpse Emperor slammed his long ge with all his strength, sending Vayu flying. Vayu never dreamed that this small Asura possessed such terrifying power.

His Flame Sword was knocked aside by the ge, his wrist was fractured, and large amounts of blood mixed with blazing fire erupted. Vayu's body flew high, and then a bronze long ge pierced his heart. The Corpse Emperor's attack had reached a state of rustic simplicity, nearing the pinnacle of non-action.

Every swing and thrust was simple, lacking any pretense of flourish, not even generating the slightest sound or light. But this swing landed precisely at the weakest point of Vayu's sword momentum, and this thrust landed exactly where Vayu's greatest opening was exposed, piercing Vayu's body directly. This swing and thrust felt as mundane as eating or drinking—so simple it made one's scalp tingle and body tremble.

The mighty Fire God Vayu was slain as easily as drawing a breath. The Corpse Emperor snatched Vayu, whose hands were clutching the bronze long ge, and rapidly stripped Vayu bare. From the crown of flames atop his head to the feather boots boiling with fire beneath his feet, the Corpse Emperor took only one-third of the time it takes to snap one's fingers to strip Vayu cleaner than even Indra.

Although all of Indra's treasures had been stripped by Gu Xichen, at least his body remained intact. But Vayu? Even his hair was brutally ripped out by the Corpse Emperor, leaving not a single strand.

Vayu’s long hair spanned several zhang, fine, smooth, and imbued with terrifying flame power. By taking this hair back, the Corpse Emperor was confident he could cooperate with Daoist Chen to refine it into a very fine magic treasure: the 'Heavenly Fire Bewitching Hood.' This was a potent exotic treasure recorded in the Nine Nether Scriptures, capable not only of harming but also trapping others. Thus, in an instant, Vayu became bald.

Vayu, spitting blood in his rage, cursed furiously, but the Corpse Emperor had no time to attend to him. He didn't need to worry about his eldest disciple, Siren, or his youngest, Gu Xichen, but being a master was not so simple. His second disciple, Yan Jiang, currently lacked any powerful magic treasures.

Although he wore a full set of Supreme Immortal Artifacts, what were those compared to Primordial Sacred Artifacts or Primordial Magic Treasures? Vayu's Fire Sword was a Primordial Sacred Artifact, and the magic treasure made from his hair would contain the aura of Primordial Heaven Fire, further imbued with Vayu’s original divine power. Once this Heavenly Fire Bewitching Hood was refined, it would be, at minimum, a Primordial Magic Treasure.

With a casual wrench, the Corpse Emperor snapped Vayu’s neck and tossed the body aside. He retrieved the bronze long ge and expressionlessly marched into the Fire God’s army. A slaughter began that left all the Asura Demon Kings, generals, and warriors dumbstruck.

The Corpse Emperor advanced step by step, his face devoid of expression. As he walked, he simply thrust his bronze long ge forward. His movements were not fast; every strike was simple, even resembling the haphazard stabbing motions of a child charging forward.

But after every thrust, one or two utterly bizarre, counter-intuitive figures among the generals under the Fire God Vayu would mysteriously appear before the ge, as if actively offering their own hearts to the weapon. Every strike landed without the slightest deviation, every one piercing directly into their hearts, through their chests. Strike after strike, strike after strike.

The Corpse Emperor walked a hundred li slowly, and behind him fell tens of thousands of powerful Fire God warriors. Even the most formidable deputies under the Fire God Vayu fell beneath the Corpse Emperor’s long ge. Moreover, the Corpse Emperor struck ruthlessly.

His nature as an ancient, thousand-year-old zombie taking over, for every Fire God warrior or subordinate deity he killed, he casually reached into the body, plundering a wisp of their original fire essence that had condensed into Heavenly Fire Essence Crystals, storing them in his sleeve. The essence of fire source qi within Vayu’s subordinates was incredibly pure and vast; these refined Heavenly Fire Crystals were excellent goods. If used properly, they could greatly enhance the cultivation of many fire-attributed Zombie disciples under him.

Since he could not completely kill these Gods in the Three-Consecutive City, the Corpse Emperor didn't bother wasting energy stabbing them repeatedly, but snatching some of their vital blood was his original intent—it was the Corpse Emperor's usual trade over the years—so he did it as a matter of course. The Asura Demon Kings were overjoyed, dancing with delight. When had their Asura race ever produced such a powerful warrior?

The strength displayed by the Corpse Emperor was not overwhelming; even the demonic energy emanating from him was inferior to that of the weakest Asura foot soldier. But his combat techniques were too formidable, too terrifying. These battle-hardened Gods, in his presence, were slaughtered like infants.

His fighting skill utterly suppressed these arrogant, high-and-mighty Gods across the board. Gu Xichen, mixed in the crowd, felt surprised. It was true that the Corpse Emperor had inherited the legacy of Star Lord Rahu, but why were these Guardian Heavens so ridiculously weak?

Their moves, their methods of warfare, were full of glaring holes in Gu Xichen's eyes, utterly defenseless. In fact, after seeing a God swing his blade, Gu Xichen could deduce, based on the strength of the God's mana fluctuations, the nature of his mana aura, his physique, his spatial relationship with the Corpse Emperor, the distribution of his muscle fiber groups, the angle of the sunlight, the twitching of his skin and the crawling of his muscles, and the flow of vital energy within his internal organs, the subsequent thousand-plus movements of that God. Based on this deduction, he could predict the exact angle and moment that unfortunate God would be struck by the Corpse Emperor, how the piercing force from the long ge would tear his skin and muscles after puncturing his body, how it would shatter his bones, how it would pierce his viscera, and how it would exit through his back.

In what manner and trajectory his blood and muscle fragments would spray out from the body. And the subsequent developments entirely confirmed Gu Xichen's predictions. Every strike perfectly matched his calculation.

In Gu Xichen's view, these Gods held no mystery whatsoever; they were nothing more than a flock of little chicks awaiting slaughter. Even the Corpse Emperor's movements possessed no true technique; Gu Xichen saw through the mystery of every thrust and the target and direction of his next strike with a single glance. This was the effect of Daoic Attainment!

Having reached the threshold of sainthood, able to become a Sage at any moment, Gu Xichen finally grasped the function of Daoic Attainment clearly. Daoic Attainment was the manifestation of the Heavenly Dao, the projection of the Heavenly Dao onto the individual. High Daoic Attainment meant one mastered more rules of the Heavenly Dao, much like solving math problems: the more formulas and techniques mastered, the easier the problems become, and the more superficial those issues appear.

The Corpse Emperor’s Daoic Attainment completely suppressed these Guardian Heaven Gods, which is why he could slaughter them so easily. Gu Xichen’s Daoic Attainment completely suppressed the Corpse Emperor, which is why he could effortlessly predict the Corpse Emperor’s every move. No, not just the Corpse Emperor's current actions, but even his future potential variations.

Strange divine runes subtly emerged in Gu Xichen's eyes, runes identical to the myriad runes he had seen in the eyes of the Great Sage Pangu in the illusion. Chaos spiritual light faintly cast itself upon the Corpse Emperor's body, and under Gu Xichen's focused gaze, the Corpse Emperor’s body abruptly vanished. In Gu Xichen's field of vision, he saw only a dense mass of magical aura labeled 'Corpse Emperor.' The Corpse Emperor's entire being was utterly digitized in Gu Xichen's sight.

Everything about the Corpse Emperor, including the scent of a bottle of fine wine he had swallowed before setting off from the Spiral Star Domain—wine he hadn't even fully digested—was laid bare before Gu Xichen. The Corpse Emperor's level of Daoic Attainment, his cultivation base, his innate aptitude, his potential degree—everything was displayed before Gu Xichen. Furthermore, the Corpse Emperor’s personality, his moral character, his temperament, and all his complex thoughts held no mystery to Gu Xichen.

Especially the karmic threads connecting the Corpse Emperor to numerous individuals, including the causal ties with Gu Xichen and Fu Ya7Míng, were all clearly visible. These threads of causality transformed into balls of flame, becoming shining golden chains spanning the void, connecting the Corpse Emperor to Gu Xichen and the others. Based on these conditions, based on this data, Gu Xichen smoothly deduced that if everything proceeded smoothly, the Corpse Emperor would possess the opportunity for sainthood after three Yuanhui periods.

If Gu Xichen spared no effort in imparting techniques to the Corpse Emperor, and if the Corpse Emperor's body and soul could withstand Gu Xichen’s powerful ministrations, the Corpse Emperor could achieve the opportunity for sainthood in as short a time as three thousand six hundred years. Abruptly raising his head, Gu Xichen pierced through the void.

The void was utterly empty, yet from Gu Xiechen’s eyes, streaks of spiritual light shot forth, allowing him to see far above, beyond the Three-and-Thirty Heavens, nestled within the highest Violet Cloud beyond the heavens—a colossal wheel, vastly larger than the Wheel of Balance, slowly spun, composed entirely of radiant light. From this great wheel, Gu Xiechen sensed the Primordial Chaos, felt the Heavenly Will like a sharpened blade, perceived the Supreme Indifference, and understood the cold mechanisms of the cosmos where the life and death of all things were deemed insignificant, where only absolute fairness reigned. This was the true face of the universe's Dao of Heaven. Gu Xiechen was infinitely close to it, yet unable to draw near.

One step further, and he would become a Saint, able to dwell with it day and night, ceaselessly comprehending its mysteries, ultimately gaining control over the world.

Connecting this to the power of the Wheel of Balance within his own body, Gu Xiechen directly comprehended the terrifying might the Patriarch Hongjun possessed in the ancient past. It was an appalling state of being, capable of mastering and discerning everything, where the affairs of all creation could not stir the slightest ripple in his still-as-dead-water heart.

Thus, only a discovery as monumental as the new universe from the Outer Realm could capture even a sliver of Patriarch Hongjun’s interest, compelling him to leave this Wheel of Heavenly Dao, which held no secrets for him anymore, and urge him toward the new cosmos in pursuit of new unknowns, new heavens and earth. Under the giant eye of the Heavenly Dao, all things held not the slightest mystery.

Gu Xiechen was a single step away from Sainthood. For those present, whose power fell far short of a Saint’s, what mysteries could possibly remain in his eyes?

Suddenly, an Asura general nearby, who possessed no sense of propriety, let out a loud laugh. He delivered a heavy punch to Gu Wuchen’s head. “Hey, brother, look! That brother is fighting so fiercely! He killed Shui Ji!”

The Corpse Emperor rushed to the side of the Water God Varuṇa and, with equal ease, dispatched Varuṇa with a single strike. The Asura general was beside himself with excitement and couldn't help but throw a punch at Gu Wuchen. In this Asura general’s view, Gu Xiechen was barely a third of his height, suggesting he couldn't be very powerful; a punch wouldn't hurt much.

However, Gu Wuchen’s spirit was meticulously communing with the Wheel of Heavenly Dao; his consciousness was submerged in that profound and mysterious state of the Dao.

At this moment, Gu Wuchen’s body took on a faint aura of the Heavenly Dao. This punch from the Asura general, in effect, landed upon the Heavenly Dao itself. Consequently, the Heavenly Dao’s self-defense and proactive punishment mechanisms instantly activated.

The Asura general abruptly vanished without a trace; the very imprint of his existence was utterly erased. Even the vast magical power of the Three-Linked City could not detect any residual trace of his past existence. He simply disappeared into thin air. Following him, all Asura kinsmen who shared blood ties with this general also vanished—over three hundred and seventy million Asura were instantly annihilated, every trace of their existence wiped out simultaneously.

Even the friends, superiors, and subordinates of these Asura forgot their existence. To other Asura, this general and all his relatives had never been. To the Heavenly Dao, these mere insects indeed had never existed.

Tens of thousands of the vanished Asura were fighting against the Devas. As they vanished, the Devas paid them no mind whatsoever; they completely forgot the opponents they were currently engaged with, instead fixing their rage upon another nearby Asura, swinging their weapons toward them.

Only the Three Giants observing the battle from above the Three-Linked City—Brahma, Shiva, and Vishnu—sensed something was amiss.

Simultaneously, a sharp, agonizing pain struck their hearts. They knew something had happened, but they did not know what. They perceived an anomaly, yet they were utterly incapable of defining what that strangeness was.

Brahma, Shiva, and Vishnu, who had already broken through to the peak of the Great Overarching Golden Immortal realm and yet had a significant portion of their power suppressed, looked at each other in astonishment. They did not know what had occurred, but the pain in their hearts generated an ominous premonition.

Therefore, the Three Giants, guardians of the heavens, who were about to intervene to stop the chaos, halted their actions. They frowned, settled onto their lotus thrones, and sank their entire consciousness into the profound worlds within their own hearts, quietly contemplating what kind of omen that brief heartache represented.

Alas, their realms were too far removed from Gu Xiechen’s, and it was even more impossible for them to connect to the existence of the Wheel of Heavenly Dao. They wasted enormous effort and energy in vain, failing to even ascertain what had actually transpired.

Lakshmi, who had just returned to the Three-Linked City with Brahma, also knitted her brows. She, too, had sensed a moment of palpitation, sensing that something extremely terrifying had occurred. Yet, she could not pinpoint the source of this dreadful feeling, nor what precisely she had sensed. This ominous premonition caused beads of cold sweat to drip down her forehead. She too quickly sat cross-legged, and naturally, ten thousand celestial flowers drifted up beneath her. Gu Xiechen opened his eyes and smiled gently. He clearly remembered that ill-fated Asura general and his even more unfortunate relatives.

But what did it matter? The Heavenly Dao was just so; it was supremely emotional, yet when emotion reached its extreme, it became utter indifference.

After a few cold laughs, Gu Wuchen’s malicious gaze fell upon Pāpīyān, Rāvaṇa, Vyūṣa, and the other great demon kings. These entities had existed in the world for immeasurable eons; since they were to be accounted for this time, their fortunes must be accounted for as well. Plundering wealth to take lives—since lives were to be taken, the wealth must also be seized.

Hidden within the Asura army, enduring patiently, Gui Hua stealthily followed several roaring Asura into the vicinity of the Moon God Soma. Gui Hua’s gaze was fixed tightly on the wondrous golden wine gourd hanging at Soma’s waist. Soma was also the God of Wine; he brewed the marvelous Soma wine by collecting the Soma herb, and this golden gourd was the mysterious drinking vessel he created, containing an endless supply of the perfect Soma wine.

Soma wine was called the ambrosia of the Devas, possessing all manner of miraculous effects: healing injuries, restoring vigor, returning one to youth, granting eternal youth, conferring immortality, curing all ailments. It was practically an all-purpose elixir, renowned among the guardians of the heavens.

And because Soma habitually drank vast quantities of the Soma wine, his physical body was overflowing with blood energy, and immense reserves of essence, energy, and spirit were hidden within him.

In terms of the sheer quantity of intrinsic essence, energy, and spirit, a hundred Indras combined would not be as potent as Soma. However, Soma’s own divine powers and magical abilities only amounted to that of a Middle-Grade Great Overarching Golden Immortal; he simply could not manifest the power contained within so much essence, energy, and spirit.

It was like a great plutocrat sitting atop a mountain of gold whose spending habits remained at the level of millet gruel and pan-fried buns. If you asked him to eat millet gruel and pan-fried buns until he burst, he couldn't deplete even a single corner of his golden mountain. This spectacularly rich prey, brimming with essence, energy, and spirit, was precisely Gui Hua’s greatest delight!

Especially since his own cultivation was so unimpressive, and the Moon Palace celestial maidens surrounding him were all exquisitely beautiful, yet individually so weak in combat—so weak that Gui Hua felt ashamed to bully them!

In the ancient battles of the heavenly guardians, the maidens around Soma were the beauties most frequently coveted by the Asura; frequently, a maiden would be forcibly taken by an Asura and made his wife. But somehow, the number of beauties around Soma only increased, never decreasing.

Gui Hua also desired to seize a few Moon Palace maidens, but considering the Drought Demon residing in his Sea of Consciousness, and Bai Zhu’er who had already borne him a child, Gui Hua forcibly suppressed the unwholesome, wicked thoughts rising in his heart, just as the other Asura rushed toward Soma’s chariot.

Soma wielded a long spear, charging and slaying amidst the protection of numerous Moon Palace divine soldiers. Many Asura great demon kings and formidable marshals and generals did not engage, allowing the not overly powerful Soma to fight with imposing majesty, leaving heaps of slain Asura foot soldiers in his wake.

Seeing another group of clueless Asura minions rushing toward him, the self-satisfied Soma couldn't help but let out a cold laugh toward the sky.

He casually seized the golden wine gourd, took a few swigs of Soma wine, spat out a plume of wine-scented breath toward the heavens, and carelessly thrust his spear. It transformed into countless exceedingly fine threads of cyan moonlight that spanned heaven and earth, annihilating these audacious Asura soldiers completely.

Gui Hua’s throat was pierced; he collapsed to the ground, convulsing. Then, just as Soma drove his chariot forward a few steps, Gui Hua suddenly sprang up, howling and charging toward Soma again. Noticing Gui Hua, this fellow who refused to stay dead, Soma frowned.

When he thrust his spear just now, he had infused a trace of his Moon Palace divine power, enough to prevent those wounded Asura soldiers from regaining combat strength for ten days. The other Asura obediently fell to the ground, but Gui Hua, in the form of an Asura, jumped up, baring his fangs and brandishing his claws—this was practically slapping Soma across the face! Angered, Soma snorted coldly, casually thrust a spear, and a flash of cyan light pierced through Gui Hua’s chest. Gui Hua let out a miserable cry, and with a thud, he fell to the ground. Soma smiled and urged his chariot forward a few more steps. Then, Gui Hua tumbled up again, continuing to bare his fangs and brandish his claws toward Soma. Soma froze for a moment, cursed in anger, and stabbed out again. The cyan spear light, sharp and piercing, shot across tens of thousands of miles of space, again punching through Gui Hua’s heart. Gui Hua wailed miserably and collapsed once more. Soma stared hard at Gui Hua, then urged his chariot forward a few more steps.

The result was that Gui Hua, with a swish, jumped up again, continuing to twist his ferocious face as he lunged toward Soma.

Soma’s hands began to tremble; he shook uncontrollably as he stared at the seemingly immortal Gui Hua, screaming in terror: “Die for me! Die for me! Die for me!”

Soma exerted all his strength and thrust one final spear. A streak of cyan moonlight, several yards thick, tore through the void, rushing toward Gui Hua’s chest with a shrill whistle. This time, half of Gui Hua’s chest was blasted away, and he tumbled to the ground spitting blood.

Soma gasped heavily, hurriedly wiped the sweat from his brow, and cursed Gui Hua fiercely while pointing at him.

But just as Soma led a large contingent of Moon Palace divine soldiers forward a couple of miles, Gui Hua’s bizarre eyes rolled, and he once again jumped up with a howl.

This time, Soma was so terrified by the continuously ‘reanimating’ Gui Hua that he let out a frightened scream and stumbled back a few steps in his chariot, nearly missing his footing and falling off. It wasn't just Soma who felt a constant chill surging through him; even the Moon Palace divine soldiers behind Soma widened their eyes, mumbling nervously, not daring to charge forward anymore.

The Asura great demon kings had noticed the situation unfolding here. Regardless, a hero who could fall under Moon God Soma’s spear repeatedly yet keep rising was worthy of admiration from these fierce yet straightforward Asura demons.

Pāpīyān was the first to burst into applause and laughter: “What a fine hero! He must possess the legendary Undying Body! Hey, Soma, aren’t you embarrassed?”

Rāvaṇa laughed so hard he doubled over: “Soma, if you’ve lost even the strength to kill, how depleted your body must be! Your wife is so pitiful; let me comfort her for you. Such a beauty cannot be left waiting alone in an empty room!”

Soma’s face turned purple with rage. He stared fixedly at Gui Hua, slowly reaching out to grasp the void, pulling forth a crescent-shaped scimitar.

The pale cyan blade was nearly transparent, constantly emitting a faint moonlight. Soma took a deep breath, poured all his strength into the curved blade, and then casually swung it toward Gui Hua.

One strike swept away all the light in heaven and earth; all light transformed into a hazy, pale cyan blade shadow that cleaved toward Gui Hua.

This strike was like the full moon shining down, bathing all living beings across the world. Gui Hua had no choice but to dodge, no choice but to block the blade.

However, Gui Hua’s enormous, monstrous body suddenly accelerated its impact speed. He shrieked wildly, turning into an afterimage, and with effortless grace, bypassed the blade shadow imbued with the rules of moonlight and stellar movement, instantly closing in on Soma. Soma could not clearly follow Gui Hua’s movement, nor could the divine soldiers around him intercept Gui Hua.

Even the gazes of Pāpīyān and the others were drawn by that blade shadow; they failed to notice how Gui Hua managed to approach Soma.

Gui Hua, as if beholding the supreme beauty in the world as the most ardent lecher, embraced Soma with extreme intimacy.

Then, he opened his mouth, and four golden fangs shot out rapidly. He savagely bit down on Soma’s neck.

Soma struggled frantically, wanting to break free from Gui Hua’s embrace.

But Gui Hua’s cultivation was infinitely superior to his, and Gui Hua’s physical strength had reached a terrifying level. The four fangs sank deep into Soma’s neck, rapidly plundering Soma’s magic power, blood essence, and the very source of his being.

Gui Hua, having grasped certain ways of life and death in the Blade Wheel Hell, was not the same as before. He only nursed at Soma for less than two breaths before Soma was drained into a living mummy.

Satisfied, Gui Hua wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, let out a loud burp toward the sky, casually snatched the wine gourd and the scimitar from Soma’s waist, and vanished rapidly as a cloud of black smoke. He followed the example of the Monkey and Yang Jian, hiding within the Asura army.

While Gui Hua was seizing the vast essence, energy, and spirit that the Moon God Soma had painstakingly accumulated over countless years, nearby, Siren and Aretiada smoothly robbed the Sun God Surya, using the exact same sneak attack method to steal Surya’s personal magic treasures, stripping him and the dozens of divine generals around him completely bare.

The Prajñā and Mahā brothers paired up, beating Daśā to the point of vomiting blood and collapsing unconscious, successfully looting the various precious artifacts from the God of Craftsmanship and Artifice, rendering this Deva, reputed to be the wealthiest among the gods, poorer than a beggar.

The three brothers of Apsaras robbed the God of Wealth, Kubera; the former god of riches now could only join Daśā in begging for a living. The Apsaras brothers even stripped off his pants—it had to be blamed on Kubera; why were his pants themselves a Congenital Treasure with decent power? If they weren't robbing him, who were they robbing?

In short, Gu Wuchen and his party plundered happily and completely, while the Devas in the heavenly guard were beaten into wretched disarray; they had never suffered such devastating losses in their lives. Due to Gu Wuchen’s disruptions, the Deva army’s formation had begun to subtly collapse.

Just at this moment, the Three-Linked City suddenly trembled; the altar personally erected by Pāpīyān using sorcery was finally complete.

The Asura demons cheered, flocking around the unconscious, naked form of Indra and carrying him toward the altar.

The Devas went mad. Were these demons truly going to use Indra for a sacrifice?

Gu Xiechen smiled. Sacrificing Indra? What a beautifully cruel idea!

The Tai Yin Primordial Spirit and the Tai Yang Primordial Spirit closely followed Pāpīyān and the other great demon kings, watching their movements with utmost concentration. Soon, Indra was bound upon the altar. The first chapter of today has updated to over one hundred and six thousand characters, so the update time is slightly later...

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