Chapter 278
Thunderous Battle
Chapter 278 Thunderous Battle
They no longer rely on cultivation, nor do they use forbidden artifacts.
At this moment, all five closed their eyes simultaneously, their minds sinking into the origin of the Great Dao—
In an instant—
The five wills soared into the sky, transforming into a hazy light and shadow, actually outlining a Dao Realm scroll in the void!
This was neither supernatural power nor magic, but rather the culmination of all their cultivation to this point—their understanding of the Tao, their experience of life and death, and their insight into the myriad aspects of the mortal world, all condensed into this one strike!
The five ancient kings—Haoyang, Xuedian, Taiming, Tengqing, and Qilin Cave Bone King—each transformed their life's insights into a "Map of the Mind," merging them into one!
That was not an accumulation of power, but a resonance of the Dao fruit!
This has nothing to do with realm or combat power, but is the ultimate collision of the "heart of proving the way"!
They believe—
Even if Zixia could trigger heavenly punishment, even if she possessed the bloodline of an emperor, she would have to focus on resisting the backlash of the lightning tribulation at this moment, and there was absolutely no way she could spare any more energy to deal with external enemies!
"Die!"
The five of them shouted in unison, their voices shaking the universe!
The Dao diagram, formed by the convergence of five supreme wills, crashed down with an irreversible force, like a fundamental law of heaven and earth!
It is devoid of any worldly concerns, yet more deadly than any killing—once it strikes, at best one's foundation will crumble, at worst one's destiny will be erased, and from then on, "Jiang Zixia" will never exist again!
This is a true "removal from the list"!
Zixia sat cross-legged in the void, her body surrounded by swirling currents of energy, with countless tiny lightning bolts fluttering and dancing like purple butterflies across the sky. Above the nine heavens, purple tribulation pillars, like an inverted celestial river or a raging waterfall, coiled around her in layers, dyeing the entire world a desolate yet sacred deep purple.
The lightning crushed her flesh, her skin shattering inch by inch, her flesh dissolving into the lightning. But in the next instant, even more refined and resilient new flesh regenerated from nothingness. Pale gray divine blood mingled and intertwined with purple lightning, forming a flowing band of light around her. Ancient and profound runes emerged from the depths of her flesh, crawling all over her body, each one carrying the Daoist essence of creation.
Her gaze was deep as she stared at all the Ancestral Kings before her. The world was quiet, with only the lingering echoes of thunder reverberating in the void. The next moment, the divine purple-gold scroll bearing the foundation of her Dao suddenly broke free from the baptism of countless thunderbolts, transforming into a stream of light that gracefully flew to Zixia's side. The scroll slowly unfurled, radiating countless rays of light and auspicious energy, causing the heavenly tribulation lightning to retreat slightly.
Zixia gently raised her left hand, her palm shimmering with divine light, and lightly pressed it onto the painting.
In an instant, three dazzling beams of light shot into the sky from the scroll, piercing the heavens. "The Tao gives birth to One, One gives birth to Two, Two gives birth to Three, Three gives birth to all things," the profound mantra of the Great Tao echoed silently in the void. Deep within the light, a vast and beautiful world slowly manifested—with mountains and rivers, sun, moon, and stars, with flowing spiritual energy and rooted laws—it was the nascent form of her own Dao realm!
The power of the world!
Throughout history, countless cultivators have emerged, but those who can comprehend the origin of the world and grasp their own unique power at the Saint level are extremely rare, one in a billion. Such talent is truly astonishing.
Zixia's jade-like fingers lightly brushed the scroll, divine light flowing from her fingertips. She wrote and drew within the scroll, instantly falling into a profound state of enlightenment, her aura merging with that nascent world. The world within the scroll grew increasingly clear and detailed, with undulating mountains, surging rivers, laws taking root, and Daoist rhythms flowing, as if it were about to transform into a truly existing supreme realm.
Even as the heavenly tribulation thundered throughout the universe, shattering stars, and even as the supreme Dao diagram jointly activated by the five Saint Kings suppressed her from the sky, its immense pressure threatening to obliterate her along with the painting, it could not shake her in the slightest. A sudden flash of divine light appeared in Zixia's eyes, and the power of her own world erupted forth.
That nascent yet incredibly resilient power of the Dao Realm crashed down like an ancient divine mountain, directly shattering the Dao diagram shackles jointly laid down by the five Saint Kings! The Saint Kings' Dao essence was as fragile as paper before her world power, crumbling layer by layer and dissipating into nothingness. The five Ancestral Kings' expressions changed drastically, their minds trembling violently. Their Dao foundations, painstakingly cultivated for countless ages, were utterly suppressed, crushed, and even devoured in this instant!
Zixia remained indifferent, lightly touching the Divine Mark Purple Gold Scroll with her fingertip.
The world within the scroll trembled slightly, and five miniature yet clear marks appeared out of thin air, corresponding precisely to the five Saint Kings.
The principles of Tao they had comprehended throughout their lives, the laws of cultivation, and the refined Taoist essence were forcibly stripped away by Zixia with the power of the supreme world, extracted from their primordial spirits like peeling silk from a cocoon, and transformed into strands of dazzling light, all of which were incorporated into the painting!
Mountains and rivers as prison, the sun and moon as locks, fate as chains—
Their "Tao" was sealed in someone else's world, becoming an eternal inscription!
With one's own Dao realm, one absorbs the Dao essence of others; with the realm of a sage, one's Dao surpasses that of all kings.
What kind of method is this?
It's not about killing, it's not about destroying, it's about—containment!
Like a great emperor suppressing a forbidden zone, sealing the enemy's Great Dao within his own land, never to escape! "What kind of Dao have you comprehended!" The Holy King of Fire Kirin Cave sighed to the heavens, his voice trembling, his eyes no longer filled with fighting spirit, only with shock and awe.
He lived through the ancient times and witnessed the Qilin Ancient Emperor dominating all the heavens, believing that there was no one in the world who could surpass him.
The other four ancient kings also stopped what they were doing.
They were once one in ten thousand among all races, beings who fought their way through countless eras, ascending to the pinnacle amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
They do not believe in fate, do not accept old age, and are not afraid of death.
But now, facing that slowly rotating scroll of divine marks and purple gold, they finally recognized reality.
They were unwilling to accept this, yet they did not act rashly; they were filled with anger, yet they knew they were powerless to change the situation.
I just stared quietly at myself in the painting, as if looking at a tombstone that was about to bury me.
"Do we... really have no hope at all?" Teng Qingzu asked in a low voice, his voice carrying an unprecedented weariness.
However, no one responded.
Zixia has entered a state of sudden enlightenment.
She stood on the painting, her eyes closed, her hair flying, surrounded by three interwoven streams of light—space folding, time standing still, and fate weaving a web.
Her consciousness had long since detached from her physical body, wandering through every inch of the new world, drawing upon the Daoist essence of the five ancient kings to nourish herself and continue to comprehend the evolution of the world!
As they continued to comprehend it, the five marks began to gradually blur, like weathered stone carvings, slowly assimilated, swallowed, and erased by the world...
They didn't scream or struggle.
Just quietly watching as one's "Tao" is gradually erased, eventually becoming part of this new world.
"So... this is the end."
“It was worth it,” Blood Lightning Ancestral King murmured, his red hair fluttering in the wind. “After a lifetime of killing, I have finally met the true master.”
Boom!
Another unparalleled sea of lightning descended, its golden light dazzling and illuminating the entire universe, as if a stellar explosion had occurred. The blinding light was ten thousand times more terrifying than the burning of countless stars.
All the saints who came with her were annihilated in this starry sky, but the tribulation was far from over; on the contrary... it had only just begun!
(End of this chapter)