Chapter 943: The Incarnation of the Great Dao!

The Roll of Gods unfurled, and one divine soul after another was sealed within its parchment!

Within the Immortal-Slaying Sword Array, even those who held the exalted ranks of Holy Sovereigns, Ancient Gods, and Fiendgods found themselves utterly lost amidst the ghastly crimson light.

Whether it was the purple-robed Holy Sovereign who stood at the vanguard of the eight immortal clans, the God-King who ruled over the pantheon, or the dread monarch of the Nine Netherworlds—who wore a crown of bone and emanated an overwhelmingly horrific, ominous aura as the master of all evil deities—every single one of them now betrayed expressions they had never shown before.

In this fleeting instant, their countenances paled completely! Through endless eons of time, they had rarely experienced even the slightest ripple of emotion, yet at this very moment, a sentiment known as terror took root deep within their hearts.

"What should we do now?!" The few remaining Holy Sovereigns of the eight immortal clans, despite their formidable might which had allowed them to withstand the array for a brief spell, knew that if this continued, even their primordial physiques and sovereign powers would ultimately fail them.

Holy Sovereign Xuanzhong, the very same purple-robed lord who sat at the head of the eight sovereigns, spoke with a solemn expression: "Matters having reached this pass, there remains but a single path left to us: we must implore our Master to intervene!"

Long before these primordial saints and ancient deities came into being, there existed a supreme entity—a being beyond the reach of even these sovereigns and old gods, perhaps older than the world itself—and it was this supreme presence that had guided and enlightened the eight holy clans and the gods of the Pantheon.

Legends whispered that it hailed from the primal chaos beyond the heavens, possessing the most ancient power that reigned supreme over all creation.

This was none other than the Lord of the Celestial Court!

And the other lordly being held dominion over the Nine Netherworlds, the Master of Fiendgods, who served as the ultimate source of dread that made all immortals and gods blanch at the mere mention of his name!

A peculiar sound echoed, as though every single law of this world and its most fundamental primordial forces were being marshaled all at once.

Heaven and earth converged, and the pure and turbid elements separated of their own accord! Within this realm suppressed by the four swords of the Immortal-Slaying Array, the terrifying sword-light suddenly and unexpectedly slowed down...

The time and space within the Immortal-Slaying Sword Array felt as though they were subjected to immense, staggering pressure, becoming incredibly sluggish; in a daze, a highly ethereal silhouette, almost completely lacking a physical form like a stream of starlight from the deepest recesses of the cosmos, abruptly transformed into a colossal hand woven from the stars of the universe and plunged into the array!

The sheer magnitude of that palm was so immense that it virtually blotted out the entire sky above the Immortal-Slaying Sword Array.

"It is Master!" The purple-robed Holy Sovereign Xuanzhong hastily prostrated himself in worship, crying out, "Master has made his move!"

The King of Gods from the Pantheon, who was likewise cutting a wretched figure within the array, suddenly jerked his head up, and upon witnessing this spectacle, stopped his movements almost entirely out of reflex.

Together with him, all the immortals and deities within the array froze in their tracks, staring transfixed at the scene unfolding before them.

From antiquity to the present day, from the dawn of their consciousness until this very hour, they had never once witnessed that supreme sovereign of the Celestial Court, the absolute master of the entire world, intervene in person!

How profoundly shocking! How utterly unimaginable!?

With a single movement, he chose to directly collide head-on against such a terrifying, cataclysmic array!

At this precise moment, an incredibly grand voice resounded from beyond the firmament, resembling the ringing of a primordial bell at the dawn of creation.

The sound boomed like a great bell, striking awe across countless ages! No one could fathom just what kind of horrifying entity could manifest such unprecedented, peerless majesty through a mere handful of words.

Looking up, they beheld a cosmic manifestation that spanned from heaven to earth, standing tall within the universe with stars crowning its head, seeming to exist outside the boundaries of time and space as it gazed down upon this world!

Forcing its way roughly through the Immortal-Slaying Sword Array, it reached out directly toward Fang Qi, who was trapped within.

"We arrived at the very genesis of heaven and earth for the sole purpose of obtaining this Heart of the World, the Seed of Divine Creation. This object has gathered the ethereal beauty of heaven and earth, accumulating the essence of all creation over a vast period of gestation; today it has finally reached its maturation, making my wait across a thousand tribulations worthwhile. How can I allow you lots to destroy it now?"

Yet in the very next instant, that colossal hand abruptly froze, and subsequently shattered into pieces, inch by inch!

"Who goes there?!" An exasperated, infuriated voice thundered from beyond the heavens.

Beyond the starry sky, a Daoist stood in the distance, his figure shifting from illusion to reality, until finally... he materialized completely within this world.

They locked eyes in a distant standoff.

From beyond the heavens drifted an ethereal, celestial melody: "High atop the nine layers of clouds I rest, on a prayer mat the Dao is truly confessed; beyond the cosmic dark and yellow space, I reign as the supreme teacher of grace. Pangu gives rise to Taiji's domain, the two poles and four symbols follow the chain; one Dao is passed down to three friends dear, two sects, Chan and Jie, branch out clear. The ultimate leader of the Daoist fold, transformed by the One Qi into Hongjun of old!"

"Who... who is this!?" Below, all the holy saints of the immortal clans, the primordial deities, and the fiendgods of the Nine Netherworlds felt their minds go utterly blank at the sight, as if their brains might explode in the very next moment—how could such a being possibly exist within this universe!?

"What... what should we do now?!" A cold shiver ran through the entire bodies of the few remaining Holy Sovereigns, including Holy Sovereign Xuanzhong.

"Quickly! Assist me in seizing the supreme holy power of creation!" Holy Sovereign Xuanzhong's eyes darted around as a thought struck him. "When that time comes, by combining the might of the entire universe, no matter what manner of figure he may be, we shall refine and incinerate him right here!"

"But..." the nearby Holy Sovereign Xuanhuang said with great difficulty, "Where on earth is this supreme holy object of creation right now!?"

Holy Sovereign Xuanzhong seemed to recall the events of yesteryear, speaking: "After your time and mine, as this world continued to evolve, at the very core of this realm, in the deepest recesses of the earth, an entity was conceived. It gathered the ethereal beauty of heaven and earth and accumulated the essence of all creation over a long gestation, bringing forth a spiritual spirit. In years past, we accompanied Master to subjugate it; it contains within it the endless Great Dao, which is why it is only right that we should wield the Dao and govern heaven and earth."

"Alas... the divine artifact possessed its own sentience, and its soul managed to escape. During our pursuit, we shattered its divine soul with a single strike, and with the added contention from the fiendgods of the Nine Netherworlds, it scattered into the mortal realm, vanishing from sight. The fragmentation of its soul caused humanity to be tainted by the breath of creation... making it exceptionally difficult to locate. Only by truly refining it can we be considered the absolute masters of this world." Holy Sovereign Xuanzhong continued solemnly, "Born to command the laws of the universe, its soul naturally aggregates the creation of heaven and earth. According to calculations, this object should have assumed its true form by now, and it ought to be the hour of its birth, but why..."

He stared fixedly at Fang Qi: "Why is there not a single trace manifested upon this man's body? Yet... even if it were parasitizing an object, some inkling of it should have come to light by now!?"

"Its reincarnation into the mortal world... if it truly reincarnated as a human..." Holy Sovereign Xuanhuang also fixed his gaze upon Fang Qi within the array, "No matter how well hidden it might be, by this point, it shouldn't fail to reveal even the slightest sign!"

Holy Sovereign Xuanhuang added: "If it did reincarnate as a human, how are we to identify it...?"

"It is exceedingly difficult to tell, but due to its unique constitution, most of the energy it ingests will automatically go toward repairing its divine soul's trauma. Therefore... no matter how high its cultivation base, it will still experience hunger and require the intake of food." Holy Sovereign Xuanzhong muttered, "Yet this boy has gone on for so long without showing the slightest intention of eating...?"

Down below on the battlefield of the mortal realm, a little girl sat panting on the ground, rubbing her small belly with a miserable frown: "Why do I feel so exceptionally hungry today...?"

She hastily produced a bottle of iced black tea that was even larger than her tiny head, cradling the bottle to her chest as she drank with sheer bliss: "Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp..."

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