Chapter 1588: Killing the Demon Fetus!

Chapter 1588: Kill the Demon Embryo!

The Demon Embryo turned his head and saw the Celestial Emperor, accompanied by twenty Supreme Deities, trailing behind him.

He couldn't help but smile, his expression filled with excitement.

"Such boldness," he murmured.

"Really coming alone?"

He had thought the Emperor would hesitate, choosing instead to follow the powerful forces of the Solar Emperor to confront Wushang.

But... this is exactly what I wanted.

The Demon Embryo whispered to himself.

He had almost believed he would never claim the Demon Embryo of the Celestial Emperor.

Now that the Celestial Emperor has come, he can finally obtain what he desires.

He suddenly halted, standing alongside the two hundred Supreme Deities of the False Race behind him, all gazing upon the Celestial Sovereign of the People and the twenty Supreme Deities standing behind him.

Zhou Zhan, seeing this, also stopped.

The Demon Embryo spoke:

"Celestial Sovereign of the People, since our goals both lie in obtaining the Yellow Springs Imperial Sword, let us fight here and now."

"Only a living warrior possesses the right to claim the Yellow Springs Imperial Sword."

"Exactly as I intended."

Zhou Zhan nodded.

"Ha ha ha! Celestial Sovereign of the People!"

The Demon Embryo's aura surged violently, surrounding blood swirling wildly, within the blood faintly visible countless infant faces.

Then, one by one, infants emerged from his blood, numbering at least three hundred.

And the strength of these infant demons, each one, was no less than that of a Supreme God—some at the first rank of Supreme God, others at the fourth rank.

"I admire your courage, leading two hundred Supreme Gods and still pursuing us."

The Magus-Embryo spoke in a low, resonant tone. "Today, you will become the first among the four Supreme Lord Candidates to fall—among your own ranks of Supreme Lords."

Zhou Zhan's expression remained calm and unshaken.

"You will soon understand why I only brought twenty Supreme Gods."

The Magus-Embryo sneered, then sharply pointed his right hand toward them.

In the next instant,

a hundred and thirty or so infant demons shrieked and surged forward toward them.

And behind him, over two hundred Void Supreme Gods—some charging directly at Zhou Zhan and his twenty Supreme Gods, others instantly unleashing their conceptual powers to attack both Zhou Zhan and his small contingent.

In an instant,

Even with twenty Supreme Deities behind Him, each possessing formidable might and an entire set of Supreme Divine Artifacts, they still suffered significant damage.

Some Supreme Deities found their eyes suddenly vanish; others saw their divine bodies stiffen, immobile; some bore countless wounds erupting across their forms, bleeding divine blood continuously outward; others descended into madness, launching attacks upon their own comrades beside them.

Strange and horrifying injuries manifested upon their bodies, making the scene both eerie and terrifying.

A single Supreme Deity from the Illusory Race wielding conceptual divine power was already a troubling threat.

To have over two hundred Supreme Deities of the Illusory Race unleash their conceptual powers simultaneously was truly a nightmare to face.

This was evident in the reactions of the Supreme Deities under Zhou's command.

Under normal circumstances,

though these twenty Supreme Deities were merely third-tier, in number not many, their combined strength—amplified by the various bonuses of the Sunny Divine Realm and their own Supreme Divine Artifacts—would have made defeating two hundred Supreme Deities a matter of ease.

But now.

They had not yet engaged the Supreme Gods of this deluded clan, and already their own forces were wounded, their combat strength severely diminished.

Even if they could continue fighting the deluded clan, the battle would surely be far more difficult than usual.

Moreover, there were over three hundred infant Supreme Gods released by the Demon Embryo.

Most ordinary people would likely conclude that Zhou Zhan was now doomed—certainly destined to lose.

Yet the Demon Embryo's face displayed a serious, puzzled expression.

For what it saw was that the Imperial Sovereign of the People had remained unharmed despite their combined assaults.

He seemed to exist in another world entirely—none of their attacks had any effect upon him.

"This one is merely a Supreme God,"

"How has he managed this?"

The magic fetus narrowed his eyes.

At the same time,

Zhou Zhan seized the opportunity to observe how his subordinates—the Supreme Deities—performed when facing the race of Illusions.

After watching for a while, he gently shook his head.

Their performance was terribly inadequate.

His Supreme Deities had no effective countermeasures against the conceptual-level attacks of the Illusion race.

The fundamental differences in their divine systems left them utterly unaware of how to respond to such assaults.

Perhaps, after enduring these conceptual deities' attacks for a long time, they would eventually develop a strategy to counter them.

But based solely on their first encounter, the attacks of conceptual deities were nearly unsolvable.

"The assaults of conceptual deities are too uniquely alien."

"To overcome them, there are only three methods: either possess absolute dominance in capability, completely countering their conceptual divine powers; or achieve such overwhelming strength that no matter how elaborate their tactics, they will be rendered useless against sheer force; or, through long suffering and accumulated experience, learn to counter their conceptual abilities—eventually turning the tables and mastering them."

Zhou Zhan, bearing the legacy of a hundred races, instantly grasped all three paths.

Then, he smiled faintly.

Thankfully, for the struggle over the inheritance of the Yellow Springs Will, they had sent only three beings from the Illusory Clan at the fourth-tier Supreme God level.

If they had sent a master from the Supreme Will realm, then he would truly have no recourse.

But now...

Defeating these enemies would be a simple matter.

At that moment,

the distant Magus-embryo finally could no longer contain itself.

He could not stand the expression of absolute control on Zhou Zhan's face.

"The Eye of the Demon Fetus!"

The Demon Fetus' eyes snapped open, flickering with a strange, eerie blue glow.

Yet the very next instant, something utterly shattering occurred—something that left Him reeling in disbelief.

Under His conceptual divine ability—the Eye of the Demon Fetus—Zhou Zhan showed no reaction at all. As if completely immune to His power. As if His very essence had been nullified by some invisible force.

"How is this possible?!"

Normally—

Any living being who faced His gaze directly, regardless of gender, would immediately become pregnant—pregnant with a Demon Fetus.

The Demon Fetus would swiftly drain the energy essence of the original body, then emerge from it, born with a savage, merciless temperament.

Born, the Demon Child; dead, the Mother.

It was precisely through this method that the Maggot's forces amassed a vast number of infant minions.

And precisely because of this eerie and grotesque conceptual divine power, the vast majority of the Wandering Clans refused to oppose Him.

After all, some of the Wandering Clans—especially the proud male members—would rather die once than face shame among their peers over the act of procreation, leaving a tarnished legacy.

The Maggot leveraged this strange conceptual divine power to become a feared name among the many Wandering Clans.

Yet He never imagined.

His very reliance upon this bizarre conceptual divine ability—when applied to the Celestial Emperor's body—proved utterly ineffective.

What in the world was going on?

What secret did He possess?

"Hm?"

Zhou Zhan only realized the other had been using some technique upon him when he heard the voice.

Yet feeling the unharmed nature of his divine body and will, Zhou Zhan could not help but let out a gentle smile.

The other's strange tactics were indeed impossible to guard against.

But his physique came from the supreme holy body passed down from the realm of eternal immortality!

That supreme holy body was invulnerable to all techniques!

Even at the same level, it was beyond challenge.

Even attacks from the realm of supreme will, when they struck him, could not instantly kill him—no, at best they might only wound him severely.

Could this fourth-tier supreme god race, a being of illusion, dare to kill me in a single strike?

He gently shook his head, choosing not to comment.

Having now personally witnessed the other's methods, Zhou Zhan no longer allowed them to act without restraint.

He brought his hands together, then swiftly spread them outward to either side:

"Third-Level Technique Rule—'Throughout the world, there is no land that is not the sovereign's!'"

Boom!

A domain shimmering with the ethereal silhouette of the Sunlight Sovereign's realm surged outward from Zhou Zhan's center, expanding in an instant and engulfing all twenty of his Supreme Gods within.

"Unbind!"

With only a single word, he spoke.

And instantly, the conceptual abilities that had been imposed upon his twenty Supreme Gods dissolved completely. Even those who had been paralyzed, blinded, or deprived of sensation regained their full faculties—every negative effect vanished, and they returned to their original, pristine states.

"Heal!"

Zhou Zhan uttered another single word.

And there, in an instant, every wound sustained by his twenty Supreme Gods disappeared entirely—no trace of injury remained.

As if they had never fought at all.

Twenty Supreme Deities stared in profound astonishment.

Then, swiftly adjusting their minds, they joined the battle against these demonic infants and the fifty or so members of the Deluded Clan.

These demonic infants—beings born from the conceptual deities of the demonic embryos—carried no strange conceptual powers of their own. They possessed only divine physical qualities comparable to those of the Supreme Deities themselves.

Faced with these beings who merely boasted divine bodies and strength, the Supreme Deities under Zhou Zhan's command fought them with ease.

As for the fifty or so melee-oriented members of the Deluded Clan, once their sensitivity to conceptual deity powers was disregarded, their combat capabilities merely surpassed those of the demonic infants by a slight margin.

The battlefield had shifted in an instant.

The Demonic Embryo saw this and immediately clenched his fists, his divine form trembling faintly.

"Damn it!"

"How did he manage this?"

"How could he disregard my conceptual deity power?"

Could it be that on the surface He is a Third-Rank Supreme God, yet in reality His realm has already reached the level of Supreme Will?

The Demon Embryo racked its brains, coming up with only this explanation.

Otherwise, how could He comprehend how the other side completely disregarded his Concept God ability?

And just at that moment—

He saw Zhou Zhan's gaze fall upon himself.

The Demon Embryo's heart leapt into panic.

As members of the Concept God divine hierarchy, the Void-False race possessed a universal flaw:

Once their Concept God abilities were cracked, they became exceedingly weak everywhere.

In fact, even a mere mortal, after unraveling their Concept God power, could wield divine weapons of annihilation and personally slay such Concept Gods.

This is the greatest weakness within their divine hierarchy.

They even lack any alternative means to compensate.

For once they become conceptual deities, they gain overwhelming conceptual power—but at the same time, they sever all pathways to other cultivation systems.

They can only ascend along the path of conceptual deities, rising ever higher until they reach the apex of this very system.

Thus, when Zhou Zhan turned his attention toward himself, the demonic embryo felt an uncontrollable surge of panic.

His ability of the demonic embryo's eyes had been breached.

This meant he now had no means whatsoever to counter the Celestial Sovereign of the People.

"Run!"

That thought flashed through his mind in an instant.

His face showed hesitation, but then he firmly resolved it.

Though as conceptual deities of the deluded race, they would rarely be slain outright,

after being killed, they would enter a prolonged period of vulnerability.

During this fragile state, anything could happen—such as another deity of the deluded race launching an assault upon their true form in the realm of delusion.

Once their true form was destroyed by another deluded entity, they would truly be gone.

Thus, though they did not fear death, they would still strive to avoid it at all costs.

So the demonic embryo immediately made its decision.

Run!

No hesitation—without a moment’s delay, it turned and teleported instantly in the opposite direction of the Yellow Path Emperor’s Sword.

Zhou Zhan’s expression remained calm. With a single thought,

the next instant, he saw his domain rapidly expanding, swiftly engulfing the fleeing demonic embryo, and then, with a mere thought, Zhou Zhan teleported the entity directly before him.

"So the race of illusions looks something like you."

"Hmph."

"Really ugly."

Zhou Zhan muttered it with a snort.

The demonic embryo, which had been struggling to escape, immediately grew furious and enraged.

"What do you know?!"

"All of us from the race of illusions look like this. I'd have to say I'm quite handsome among my own kind."

"Your aesthetic standards are utterly strange."

"You have absolutely no right to judge the aesthetics of our universe!!!"

Zhou Zhan shook his head.

Didn't refute it.

"What do you want me to do to die?"

Zhou Zhan spoke calmly.

"Die?" The Demon Embryo seemed to have heard something utterly amusing, and burst into loud, hysterical laughter. "You actually want to kill me?"

"Even the supreme will of your universe and the Crimson Sovereign cannot kill us. How dare you, a newly promoted candidate for Supreme Lord, think you can kill me?"

"Such ignorance of the heavens and earth!"

"Boy, go fight in the Dusk Battlefields, gain some experience, broaden your horizons. Never again say something so ridiculous that makes me laugh."

The Demon Embryo sneered.

"Oh?"

Zhou Zhan spoke indifferently, then extended his right hand, and there, quietly floating upon his palm, was a fragment of a phantom seal.

It is indeed the fragment of the mythical Holy Seal (3/5)!

The demonic embryo froze, startled by His movements. As He gazed upon the seal in His hand, His pupils subtly contracted—some memories, nearly lost to time, surged back like a tide rising from the depths.

His entire body trembled violently, fear blazing across his features like wildfire.

"This... this is the mythical Holy Seal?"

"How could you possibly possess it?"

"Isn't it already been destroyed?"

He shrieked, as if encountering the most terrifying thing in his life.

"Apparently, you know it."

"Then tell me more about it."

Zhou Zhan asked.

"It's impossible."

"How could that be possible..."

"How can this thing still exist..."

The magical fetus seemed utterly deaf to Zhou Zhan's words, endlessly babbling to itself in madness.

Until Zhou Zhan, wielding the power of the Illusory Legend Seal, struck it down with a single palm, it showed no reaction at all.

After the killing, it merely furrowed its brow, gazing at the Illusory Legend Seal in its hand.

"Illusory Legend Seal..."

"How many secrets still remain within you?"