God Emperor

Chapter 2491: The Fearsome Battlefield

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Yue’er, your view of the big picture is far from your master’s. What is this little loss? Compared to the Fane of Origin, let alone an Enchanton, even if all the 180 branches of the Enchanteur Chamber were completely destroyed, it would still be worth it. Besides, Zhang Ruochen should have already fallen into your master’s hands. His wealth is far greater than this Enchanton,” Duan Lingfeng said.

Duan Lingfeng’s spiritual power was strong. Zhang Ruochen didn’t dare activate the Heart of Truth or his spiritual power, so he didn’t know what they were talking about.

BOOM!

Suddenly, a deafening sound rang out.

In Enchanton, countless cultivators’ eardrums burst, and blood flowed out of their ears.

A powerful pressure surged from above and crushed the city’s Path locks, Supreme Saint inscriptions, and divine marks.

The streets and ancient buildings in the city crumbled like they were made of tofu.

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The city defense array was destroyed!

The entire Enchanton slowly sank underground.

BOOM!

BOOM!

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The destructive power of the Heavenly Retribution Talisman condensed into fanes, ancient Buddhas, Warhammer, and many other forms that bombarded the Enchanton. If any of the power fell, a large city area would be turned into ashes.

As if doomsday had arrived, figures flew up everywhere in the city.

Regardless of their cultivation level, all the cultivators were in a mess.

Screams, cries for help, and curses interweave.

The cultivators whose cultivation level was too low were pressed to the ground by the power of the Divine Talisman, unable to move or escape. They could only let out long, mournful howls or cry softly.

“Is this the divine tribulation from the gods?”

“Everyone has to die. There’s no way to escape.”

“Daddy, I’m scared… Ah…”

“Master, help me.”

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When the Divine Talisman descended, whether it was a creature in the Fish-dragon Realm, a saint, or a Saint King, their lives were extremely fragile. Their bodies and souls were destroyed and turned into fine particles with a flash of lightning.

Only a Supreme Saint could barely survive the aftershock of the Divine Talisman’s attack.

When the Divine Talisman broke through the city defense array, Duan Lingfeng activated the dimensional teleportation array in the Governor’s Manor and left with everyone.

Zhang Ruochen didn’t see the tragic scene in Enchanton with his own eyes, but he could imagine it. This was why his heart was heavy. “If the Divine Talisman really was sent by Bai Qing’er, such ruthless and crazy methods are really creepy.”

After destroying a city and killing tens of thousands of cultivators just to clear the suspicions of the Enchanteur Chamber, Zhang Ruochen knew that he could not do it.

The dimensional teleportation array sent them to a white snowfield, which was far away from the Enchanton.

Duan Lingfeng took out a golden-red staff. The staff was full of ancient charm, and a fist-sized turtle was on the top. After careful observation, Zhang Ruochen found that the so-called staff was shaped like a snake, full of scales.

The snake coiled around the turtle.

This staff was in the form of Genbu.

Duan Lingfeng held the staff and struck the ground heavily.

Qi spread from the ground to the sky. The ice and snow on the ground flew up like white petals.

In the next moment, the spiritual-power masters were shocked to find that the ground shook violently and rose up.

Genbu’s divine corpse, which was more than two hundred miles long, broke through the ice and snow and climbed up from the ground. Everyone was on its back.

The madness in Duan Lingfeng’s eyes became even stronger. He ordered, “All spiritual-power masters, I will arrange and dispatch you all to activate the Heaven-devouring Genbu Formation. You will be responsible for activating the Cloaking Array, Necromancy Marks, and the Great Lightsword on Genbu’s divine corpse.”

All the Supreme Saints started to move.

The hundreds of spiritual-power masters were still in shock and fear.

Duan Lingfeng’s voice rang in their ears, “All spiritual power cultivators, I will give you 15 minutes to find the corresponding formation area for the Genbu Pebble in your hands.”

All the spiritual-power masters started to move and were distributed to different parts of Genbu’s divine corpse’s back.

Duan Lingfeng looked at all of this with a cold smile. He thought, ‘Once the Heaven-devouring Genbu Formation is activated, it will drain your spiritual power, Saint Soul, and blood. All of you will become dead. You are only worth so much. Anyone below the Supreme Saint is an ant.’

Zhang Ruochen found the gap in the formation corresponding to the Genbu Pebble in his hand. He put the Genbu Pebble in and squatted down to check the inscriptions of the formation around him.

Although he did not spend too much time studying the Path of Array.

However, while refining the Heart of the Divine Tree and inheriting the Divine Sky-connecting Tree’s one Yuanhui period’s worth of knowledge, he had also read many books related to the array. His understanding of array might not be as good as that of High-saint Masters. Still, it was far better than those spiritual-power masters present.

While Zhang Ruochen was studying, the Cloaking Array and Necromancy Marks on Genbu’s divine corpse were activated. The divine corpse stepped into the void and silently headed north at a breakneck speed.

After traveling about 8,000 miles, Zhang Ruochen sensed a strong energy fluctuation in the air.

So he looked north.

He saw many snowy mountains. Some were flattened and scorched black, some were burning, and some were boiling red magma. Some were cut down, and the mountains were nowhere to be found.

The battlefield was extremely shocking. Tens of thousands of miles were destroyed, and the landscape changed significantly. The precepts of heaven and earth were chaotic, and the dust turned into black clouds that covered the sky.

Coming here was like entering a dark battlefield.

Genbu’s divine corpse flew into the clouds ten thousand feet above the ground and hid. It stopped.

All the spiritual-power masters were terrified as they discussed amongst themselves.

“This is a battle between the Supreme Saints. Furthermore, there’s more than one Supreme Saint. What happened on Hoth?”

“Enchanton has been destroyed. Tens of thousands of miles of land have been scorched. The sky is going to collapse, and the earth is going to collapse.”

“Are we here to join the battle?”

“What are you afraid of? We can crush even the most powerful enemy with the Hand of the World and the Supreme Saints guarding it.”

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Zhang Ruochen used his Demigod-level physique’s eyes to look through the clouds. He saw a shocking battle breaking out tens of thousands of miles away. Dozens of top Supreme Saints were divided into two camps and fought fiercely.

The space in that area was shattered, and countless cracks spread out.

More than a dozen Gates of Destiny floated in the air.

A giant that was 21 meters tall had his hands and feet on his head. He had no body. He flew in the air and let out a dragon-like roar. The sound waves shook the Gate of Destiny.

Zhang Ruochen identified him. “The leader of the Sect of River God, Pang Hu.”

An 800-mile-long ghost battleship flew in the air. The ship was filled with Ghost soldiers and Ghost generals. There were 360,000 Yin flags. Every Yin flag had an inscription of an array.

A Ghost cultivator with nine eyes stood at the bow of the ghost battleship. He was dressed in white and held a feather fan. His hair hung down for thousands of miles, but he had no face.

“The League of Ourang Celeste leader, Nine-Eye Ghost Emperor.”

A fane made of the corpses of saint-level creatures was 30,000 feet tall and crashed into a Gate of Destiny. This was a real fane controlled by nine divine corpses. Even the Gate of Destiny couldn’t block it, and it was shattered instantly.

In the fane sat an old monkey as thin as a stick. Thousands of saint Qi threads flew out of his hands to control the nine divine corpses.

“The number one powerhouse below divinity of the Deathwraith Fane, the Corpse-devouring Ape.”

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Zhang Ruochen felt his scalp go numb. Everyone here was the top Supreme Saint of the ten major dark forces. To many Supreme Saints, these people were legendary.

They were known for their fierce reputation, but none had ever seen their true faces.

Who would have thought that these ruthless figures who had shaken the myriad worlds of the Celestial Court and the ten clans of the Infernal Court would all come to Hoth?

Needless to say, the one who was attacked by the top powerhouses of the ten major dark forces must be the Overseer of the Fane of Destiny. They wanted to take the Tensho Compass.

Zhang Ruochen had guessed it long ago, but he could not believe that Bai Qing’er was so bold. Moreover, she had opened two battlefields, and her opponents on both battlefields were the most powerful in the world.

“This woman is too crazy. She’s crazier than any cultivator I’ve ever seen.”

The only fortunate thing was that, although the cultivators from the Avīci Pavilion had also appeared on the battlefields, Han Xue was nowhere to be seen.

‘It was very likely that Han Xue was still in Enchanton.’

‘Enchanton was also very dangerous, but Blackie would definitely protect her there.’

“Since we’re already here, why didn’t the Enchanteur Chamber take action? Do they want to reap the benefits?”

Zhang Ruochen shook his head immediately. He realized something was wrong.

Taking the Tensho Compass was indeed an important matter for the ten major dark forces. It was normal for them to work together.

However, their opponent was the Fane of Destiny.

The Overseer of the Divination Division was definitely someone who had cultivated the Path of Destiny to the pinnacle. He could predict the good and the bad. Under such circumstances, even if the ten major dark forces joined forces, they might not be a match for the Fane of Destiny.

If the number one cultivator in the world, Wuma Jiuxing, was not injured, they might still have a chance.

However, without Wuma Jiuxing, their chances of success were extremely slim.

Why did the prominent evil figure who had lived for more than ten thousand years take such a great risk to gather together and do such a crazy thing?

Where did they get their confidence from?

Below the thick battle clouds, the Overseer, Gong Nanfeng of the Divination Division, was sitting by the fire. He was starting the fire and talking to Pan Ruo, standing opposite him. “Hoth is as cold as the legends say. My body is weak. Without the fire that you brought, I’m afraid that I will freeze to death here,” he said.

Pan Ruo stood straight and looked at the destroyed Gates of Destiny in the sky. She felt the shaking of the earth and said, “It’s better to freeze to death than to be killed.”

Gong Nanfeng smiled and said, “I’ve predicted I won’t die this time. Besides, with me, Lord Wu Yue, and the High Priests of Death Palace, Fortune Palace, Ominous Palace, and the Anger Palace, how could the cultivators of the ten major dark forces hurt me?”

“I have a bad premonition,” Pan Ruo said.

The four high priests and Que, sitting beside the furnace, looked at her with a serious expression.

Even Gong Nanfeng stopped smiling and said, “Don’t scare me.”

As the Scioness of Destiny, she had cultivated the Door of Trueself with the Divine Token from the Twelve Reverends in her hand. Her premonition was not just a feeling. It had to be taken seriously.

Seeing the serious look on Pan Ruo’s face, Gong Nanfeng said, “Let me predict it one more time.”

“In that case, let’s finish this battle quickly. We’ll stop this wave of the net first and catch the other fish.”

After saying that, a bright Gate of Destiny condensed above her head. Her body turned into a beam of light and flew into the sky, crashing into the Deathwraith ship that was 800 miles long.

The four high priests were still sitting by the fire, warming themselves up.

The Death Palace’s High Priest drank the blood wine.

The Fortune Palace’s High Priest squinted his eyes, thinking about something.

The Anger Palace’s High Priest also seemed to want to make a move. Still, when he looked up at the sky, he saw that the Five Wraithions, the four Lords of Destiny, as well as the powerhouses from Fortune Palace, Anger Palace, and Ominous Palace seemed to be able to deal with it, so he continued to sit there quietly.

The fire in the furnace burned even brighter!

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