My brother is so cunning

Chapter 1029 The power of creation
Hey, he saw him today.

Needless to say, this black dragon was incredibly precious to him. For tens of thousands of years, it had guarded the northern sky, slaying demons one by one and collecting evil energy strand by strand.

Every wisp of malevolent energy must undergo repeated tempering to eliminate the complex evil thoughts within it and imprint it with one's own divine mark. The sheer amount of work and the painstaking effort involved make grinding an iron pestle into a needle seem like child's play.

However, this dragon of malevolent energy, which had taken tens of thousands of years to form, was 99% certain to defeat him by exploiting the weaknesses of the Creation Celestial Venerable's divine position. Yet, he absorbed it with a single stroke, turning it into a stepping stone and giving him an extra ten thousand years of cultivation for nothing.

As he watched the afterimage of the black dragon being completely devoured by the vines, the True Martial Emperor felt a surge of rage in his chest, like molten lava.

He suddenly raised his hand, and the Zhenwu Sword leaped back into his palm from the ground. The Big Dipper pattern on the sword's spine shone brightly, and the muscles beneath his black Taoist robe bulged. The Northern Heaven Army's aura rose wildly along the blade: "You dare to refine my evil dragon!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already taken the Seven Star Steps, leaving three afterimages in his wake, and his true form, accompanied by a shower of stardust, rushed straight towards Wen Rui.

Wen Rui walked with his back to him, staggering without even turning his head. He was completely unprepared, his whole body looking vulnerable, as if he were about to be slaughtered.

When the black dragon attacked last time, Wen Rui was also completely unaware and waiting to die. Having learned from his mistakes, the True Martial Emperor became extremely cautious and brought out the best in his martial arts experience accumulated over thousands of years of fighting demons, striving to ensure that this sword strike would be foolproof.

With the Seven Star Steps, the True Martial Emperor left three afterimages in place before his true form, accompanied by a shower of stardust, hurtled straight towards Wen Rui.

The Zhenwu Sword drew a sharp arc, its sword wind slicing through the air, actually drawing out the seven stars of the Big Dipper in the void. Each star corresponded to the position of an ominous star, forming the killing formation of "Big Dipper Slaying Gods".

True Martial Seven Kill Formation!
The ultimate form of martial arts techniques is array formation, the will of martial arts, and the domain of divine power.

The True Martial Sword Technique's sword styles are like paintbrushes, creating a vast killing array that envelops the heavens with each strike, forming a deadly domain that seals off space.

As soon as the formation appeared, the entire Lingxiao Palace seemed to be dragged into the Northern Battlefield.

The seven phantom stars correspond to the Seven Killings Stars in the Big Dipper. They are dressed in ancient armor and exude a chilling killing aura that has been used in countless battles.

The phantom of the Star God wielding an axe cleaved down, splitting a pitch-black crack in the void, from which came the roars of countless fallen heroes; the phantom of the Star God holding a spear pointed straight ahead, and a dazzling starlight spear beam shot out, turning the golden brick ground into dust wherever it passed.

The True Martial Emperor stood at the eye of the formation, raising the True Martial Sword high, and the power of the entire formation converged on him.

The Northern Heaven Army's aura emanating from him was so dense it was almost tangible, intertwining with the killing intent of the seven phantom star gods to form a terrifying aura capable of changing the very fabric of the world.

The celestial officials inside the hall felt difficulty breathing, and their primordial spirits trembled under the pressure of this aura, as if they were about to be torn apart at any moment.

Anyone could see that the True Martial Emperor was truly enraged. At this moment, he was truly capable of killing gods and Buddhas alike, and he would not hesitate to cut down everything from the South Heavenly Gate to the East Road of Penglai.

In the vast Lingxiao Palace, among hundreds of celestial officials, fewer than ten could withstand this attack for even a moment.

Even Doumu Yuanjun couldn't help but become solemn, unconsciously tightening her grip on the Flying Golden Sword. As the magic circulated, the seven illusory figures of star gods constantly changed positions, each movement bringing with it a sky full of star power. These forces intertwined and collided within the formation, transforming into countless sharp star blades that bombarded Wen Rui relentlessly.

Wherever the star blade passed, space twisted and deformed, and even the weak star power barrier that Doumu Yuanjun had previously set up was instantly torn apart.

Even more terrifying is that this True Martial Seven Kill Formation also contains the deadly intent of the Big Dipper. Once locked by the formation, no matter which direction you try to dodge, you will be attacked simultaneously from seven directions, as if you have been trapped in a net with nowhere to escape.

The space at the center of the formation was compressed to its limit, emitting a muffled rumbling sound, as if it would collapse at any moment and completely annihilate everything within it.

Previously, when the evil dragon was absorbed by Wen Rui, the True Martial Emperor admitted his oversight. Upon reviewing the situation, he concluded that Wen Rui, as the Creator Heavenly Venerable, also possessed the authority to subdue demons under the Heavenly Dao. Combined with his record of annihilating billions of Blood Demon Mosquitoes, he mistakenly judged that Wen Rui had extensive experience in dealing with evil energy attacks.

This time, the True Martial Emperor no longer harbored any illusions, nor did he hold back, seeking only to capture without inflicting any damage. He exerted all his strength to ensure absolute success.

He believed that even a saint would have to be extremely cautious and prepare a strong countermeasure against this move.

It's absolutely impossible for him to act like Wen Rui is now, letting down all his guard, not even gathering any immortal power, and even turning his back to the direction from which the killing formation was coming, as if he were afraid that he wouldn't die.

This seemingly inevitable sword strike finally landed on Wen Rui. When the sword was within a foot of his body, the True Martial Emperor keenly sensed a mysterious and unfathomable force coming back at him.

The sword techniques, which had been cultivated to a state of perfection, suddenly became riddled with errors. The immortal power, the power of the Big Dipper, and the power of the Northern Heaven Army that were used to circulate the sword technique were all thrown into chaos by that mysterious force, constantly conflicting and contradicting each other.

Mingming Wenrui's broad back was an obvious target, and he was completely unprepared, just like someone who had been shoved into a trap. However, the killing formation failed to lock on due to its own error, and the three opposing supreme powers restrained each other, collapsing and disintegrating upon impact.

Despite being seemingly foolproof, the actual result was a complete failure. The sword strike, which was almost certain to hit and kill, failed to hit or kill. Instead, the sword energy reversed and attacked Zhenwu Emperor himself.

When he unleashed this move, Emperor Zhenwu went all out without holding back. As the sword energy surged back, he didn't have any strength left to change his move or neutralize it. He took the brunt of the backlash.

"puff!"

Spitting out a mouthful of golden blood, the True Martial Emperor was like a kite with a broken string; no matter how fast he rushed forward, he was sent flying backward and crashing down at an even faster speed.

The True Martial Sword Peak moved a foot away from Wen Rui, and only then did the True Martial Emperor feel that the chaotic energy attached to the sword had returned to normal and he could control it freely again.

With the recoil under control, the True Martial Emperor, who was flying backward in mid-air, immediately regained his footing and hovered in mid-air. He raised his hand in astonishment to wipe away the golden blood that had spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Could this be the true power of creation?"

The True Martial Emperor said with a solemn expression, "That's right, I underestimated you again! The 'Power of Creation' is the core source of power that runs through the birth and death of the universe and the rise and fall of all things. I thought that the divine power of 'creation' that you have mastered is the whole of the Power of Creation. Now I realize that this power also covers multiple dimensions such as evolution, nurturing, reshaping, and balance."

(End of this chapter)