"Asura, why must you go to such lengths?" A wry smile touched Black Nether Tyrant's face as he watched Asura burn every last scrap of his soul and vital essence to unleash the full might of the Abi Sword.

On his journey here, he had already felt the lingering presence of Long Zhantian's demise. Now, seeing Asura recklessly consuming his own life force, Black Nether Tyrant knew there was no turning back.

Asura's sole focus was on bringing his kin back to this mortal realm, and how could he stand idly by?

He had intended to visit that other place, but now it seemed he would never have that chance. His gaze drifted toward the direction of the Thunder Marsh: "Yingjie, Shixuan, your father has failed you. But surely, he must be the one prophesied by the Great God Fuxi? With him around, my two daughters should be safe, right?" Black Nether Tyrant sighed softly, his body instantly transforming into a streak of fire, appearing directly beneath Qin Mountain.

At this moment, the Abi Sword blazed with brilliant light, its sharp sword aura piercing the void. Countless streams of energy continuously gathered upon its blade. The sword body began to swell again, growing larger and brighter, expanding to a height of thousands of zhang in the blink of an eye.

Asura's presence had utterly vanished, or rather, his essence had completely merged into the Abi Sword. Thunder began to flash across the sky, and oppressive black clouds swept in. Countless arcs of lightning flickered, a destructive aura pressing down upon everything.

Even before the colossal Abi Sword descended, the void itself began to shatter. Qin Mountain, which had remained unmoved even after being violently struck by Long Zhantian, started to tremble, as if sensing the sheer power emanating from the Abi Sword.

Black Nether Tyrant, clad entirely in purple Azure Flames, materialized before the Abi Sword. His body swelled to match its height of a thousand zhang, and he hurled a full-force punch toward the blade.

The void fractured completely, unleashing torrents of spatial energy. Ye Jingyu and Yingkong Shi, who had been battling in the ethereal space, were violently dragged over by the immense suction. Having just stepped into the Demon Realm, they immediately felt two colossal powers collide.

Seeing the giant towering thousands of zhang high and sensing that familiar purple flame, a look of horror dawned on Ye Jingyu’s face. This was Black Nether Tyrant? What realm of power had he reached? This certainly surpassed that of a Demon King! Yet, the aura emanating from the sword felt even more majestic; even Ye Jingyu felt no impulse to resist its pressure.

Purple Azure Flames engulfed the entire sky, while a boundless crimson glow shrouded the world.

With a deafening boom, the Abi Sword and Black Nether Tyrant’s fist smashed together. It was akin to the detonation of two hydrogen bombs, sending a massive mushroom cloud surging skyward, its terrifying force radiating outward in all directions.

This was power capable of effortlessly annihilating any high-ranking Demon King. Without a second thought, Ye Jingyu summoned the Eastern Emperor Bell and cast it over his head. Innumerable emerald rays streamed down, encircling him completely.

Yingkong Shi, clearly sensing the sheer violence of the energy, dared not be careless. With a grab, he pulled forth a great, purple-blue tripod from an unknown source and shielded himself within it. Immediately, the entire tripod erupted in arcs of purple-blue lightning, each bolt intensely radiant, as if the cauldron itself contained immense thunderous power.

Ye Jingyu even detected traces of the lightning force from the Thunder Marsh within that tripod—the very same aura he felt when condensing his own Thunder Pill?

However, Ye Jingyu had no time to ponder such matters, as the raging energy swept in. The emerald light emitted by the Eastern Emperor Bell was instantly pulverized by this energy. Next, the force slammed heavily against the bell. The Eastern Emperor Bell rang out with a deep weng, its surface merely shuddering without displaying a single crack, testifying to its formidable strength. Yet, Ye Jingyu inside was spewing a mist of blood from all seven orifices simultaneously, falling instantly unconscious. That single strike had left him gravely wounded.

As for Yingkong Shi on the other side, the great tripod he summoned unleashed massive lightning blasts that actually repelled the incoming energy entirely. However, he too was violently thrown back by the immense recoil, causing blood to flow from his orifices. He slumped weakly within the cauldron, his fate unknown.

In the distance, the colossal Black Nether Tyrant seemed to sense everything transpiring. Seeing the giant tripod summoned by Yingkong Shi, he murmured, "I never expected the Thunder Condensing Cauldron to be in the hands of that fellow Yingkong Zhan. With this Cauldron, their Yingkong family could cross the Heavenly Tribulation at any time. It’s just surprising that after all these years, only this youngling has emerged as a Demon King. Heh, Divine Venerable Zhurong, perhaps you won the wager you placed with Divine Venerable Qiangliang all those years ago!"

Black Nether Tyrant smiled faintly, and his body suddenly dissolved into a gigantic flame, finally condensing into a purple orb of fire that hurtled towards the Abi Sword, which had been knocked slightly off course by his punch.

Asura’s soul had already been severely wounded by him. While he couldn't destroy the Abi Sword, if he could completely obliterate Asura's soul, the Abi Sword would become nothing more than a lifeless object.

The massive purple fire orb radiated a blinding purple light before slamming violently into the Abi Sword, exploding upon impact. The energy of this strike was even fiercer and more potent than the previous one. The void shattered utterly, allowing endless spatial energy to rush in, while the gigantic purple fire enveloped an area spanning hundreds of li.

Aside from the massive Qin Mountain and Ye Jingyu and Yingkong Shi protected by the Eastern Emperor Bell and the Thunder Condensing Cauldron, everything else was reduced to nothingness.

Even the earth itself was destroyed by the purple Azure Flames, leaving behind a massive pit, a chasm tens of thousands of meters deep.

The Abi Sword, however, seemed to lose its guiding force, falling straight down to embed itself into a corner of Qin Mountain.

It sank in without causing even a ripple...

A faint aura, one that could dissipate at any moment, flowed into the mind of the unconscious Ye Jingyu, while the Eastern Emperor Bell hovered silently nearby.

Perhaps due to the influence of Qin Mountain, the raging energy was quickly absorbed, and even the self-detonated purple Azure Flames of Black Nether Tyrant dissipated rapidly. The chaotic space swiftly calmed down.

When three days had passed, everything in the area had returned to serenity. Even the destroyed earth had regenerated, remaining as dark and unchanged as before.

The only difference from before was the massive, blood-red longsword now impaled on Qin Mountain, and beneath the sword, a tiny, faint fissure...