Absolute Destiny Game.

Chapter 580 The Power of Life and Death
The battle between the Underworld Emperor Zhao You and the King of Hell Qin Chuan was so fierce that it caused the heavens and the earth to collapse the moment they clashed!

Zhao You used some kind of magic, and a pale white mist appeared out of thin air behind him, as if it were a strange, living realm.

Within the mist, countless pale white skulls coalesced and emerged, their eye sockets burning with eerie green flames, emitting silent shrieks; even more, enormous claws made of stark white bones continuously reached out, each strike carrying a chilling force capable of tearing apart the soul, sweeping towards Qin Chuan like a tidal wave! Occasionally, distorted, vengeful faces would flash through the mist, spewing icy breaths capable of corroding the soul.

Nine dragons coiled around Yan Jun Qin Chuan! These were not illusions, but nine solidified, scaled, and armored Netherworld dragons, emitting roars that shook the universe, firmly protecting him at the center. With each opening and closing of their mouths, the jet-black dragon breath they spewed shattered and annihilated the attacking white bone claws and skulls. And with each swing of his divine sword, [Severing Evil Dragon Soaring], a crescent-shaped, extremely condensed black sword aura was unleashed. Wherever the sword aura passed, space seemed to be momentarily cleaved open, forcibly dispersing the onrushing white mist and the evil power it contained!
The wondrous techniques of the ghostly immortals clashed against the supreme power of the underworld! The dense white mist and the blazing black dragon intertwined and collided, the deafening roar of exploding energy echoing endlessly. The dissipating energy shockwaves spread out like tangible ripples, tearing countless ravines into the surrounding earth.

The ghost soldiers and generals from both sides kept their distance, unable to intervene at all. A few foolish corpse ghosts only got a little closer, and before they could even let out a scream, they were swept up by this terrifying energy turbulence and instantly turned into dust, leaving not even a trace of their souls behind.

Xiao Jie saw it clearly from the sky. Zhao You's magic was indeed extremely profound. The way the energy was circulating had a style of immortal magic that transcended the mortal world, but its essence was still the extremely yin and evil ghost energy of the underworld, which was cold and bone-chilling and specifically harmed the soul.

"You demons and monsters, how dare you invade my territory! Slay them!" Qin Chuan's voice boomed like thunder, carrying the supreme majesty of an emperor. Seizing a slight opening in Zhao You's attack, [Slaying Dragon Soars] transformed into a black streak, piercing straight at the opponent's face!

However—crack! A crisp metallic clang rang out. The sharp tip of the divine sword was firmly held between Zhao You's clasped hands! The surging white mist behind him instantly boiled, and countless eerie arms made of pale bone joints emerged from the mist, layer upon layer, densely packed, like wildly growing vines, instantly coiling around and firmly locking the blade of the [Severing Dragon Soaring] sword and even Qin Chuan's arm holding the sword!

Those countless bone hands were cold and hard, containing the power of sealing and erosion. The sword hummed, seemingly unable to break free for a while.

"Break—!" Qin Chuan roared, his hair and beard standing on end!

Boom! The nine dragon patterns coiled on the blade of the [Severing Dragon Soaring] sword seemed to come alive instantly, bursting forth with a deep, dark, yet dazzling black light! The black light was like a black hole of destruction, and the hundreds of bone hands wrapped around it were instantly shattered by this burst of power, exploding into white mist and fragments that scattered all over the sky.

However, in the instant the pervasive white mist obscured their vision, a slender, pale, seemingly delicate hand silently pierced through the fog and struck directly. It avoided the nine dragons that circled protectively, finding an opening to enter. Without any flashy moves or dazzling light, it simply and unadorned itself, yet with a speed beyond comprehension, gently pressing its palm onto Qin Chuan's breastplate.

The wondrous magic of the ghost immortals—annihilation and return to nothingness.

A deafening, soul-shaking roar resounded. The seemingly indestructible Netherworld Dragon Armor on Qin Chuan's chest instantly cracked with countless spiderweb-like fissures, centered on the point where the pale white hand had struck! The nine Netherworld Dragons protecting his body let out painful wails, their bodies instantly shattered by the extremely concentrated power of annihilation, dissipating into wisps of black mist. Qin Chuan felt as if he had been struck head-on by a mountain; he was sent flying uncontrollably, a mouthful of dark blue soul blood spurting out, tracing an arc in the air.

He crashed heavily to the ground, rolling several dozen feet away, carving a deep furrow in the earth. The [Severing Dragon's Roar] flew from his grasp, embedding itself diagonally to the side, its blade humming incessantly. Qin Chuan braced himself against the ground, struggling to stand, but coughed up another mouthful of soul blood, his soul body fluctuating violently, clearly suffering severe injuries.

"You've lost." Zhao You's voice remained icy, yet carried a barely perceptible hint of weariness. "Give up. Your efforts are futile. The end is nigh, beyond human control! Only by abandoning this fragile order of life and death, letting all things return to annihilation, and turning the entire Nine Provinces and Three Realms into a desolate wasteland, can a foundation for existence be established after the apocalypse! I am not seeking destruction, but rather to seek a glimmer of hope for all things in this world!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Chuan staggered and used his sword to support himself as he stubbornly stood up again. Even though his soul body was dim, his imperial might was not diminished in the slightest. He laughed loudly, his laughter filled with mockery and determination.

"Don't think that this bluff will buy you time while you wait for your reinforcements, who knows where they are," Zhao You said coldly, slowly raising his hand.

As he moved, the thick white mist behind him surged once more, accompanied by a sickeningly faint sound of bones grinding together. A remarkably white, delicate hand, seemingly belonging to a stunningly beautiful woman, slowly emerged from the deepest part of the mist. This hand formed an eerily strange contrast with the surrounding grotesque skeletons and vengeful spirits. It elegantly held a slender, long sword crafted from unknown pale bones, its blade gleaming with an ominous, deathly white light. The hand gently placed the hilt into Zhao You's hand.

Holding the bone sword, Zhao You slowly approached Qin Chuan. The pale bone sword gleamed with an eerie and cold white light, as if it were not a physical object, but rather formed from the concept of "death" itself. Even before the sword's edge arrived, the aura of absolute annihilation and the end of all things had already spread out, causing the surrounding light to seem to distort and dim.

Qin Chuan couldn't help but show a hint of solemnity and apprehension on his face, but he quickly laughed again, his smile carrying a touch of mockery and relief.

"Bluster? Do you think I, Qin Chuan, am someone who speaks without reason? Do you think I would personally enter this fray and fight you here unless I was absolutely certain of victory? —They've arrived!"

What?! For the first time, a crack appeared on Zhao You's perpetually cold expression, revealing surprise. At that very moment, he suddenly realized that his surroundings had undergone a strange change!
The once eternally dark battlefield, shrouded in chilling green will-o'-the-wisps and gray mist, suddenly revealed a... almost unreal "sunny" feeling! A warm golden glow dispelled some of the chill, coloring everything with an abnormal warm hue.

However, what is a warm hue for mortals is an unavoidable natural disaster for the ghosts and spirits living in the underworld.

Zhao You suddenly looked up and was immediately filled with shock and anger!
Above the dark sky, which was originally only intertwined with dark clouds and soul fire, a "sun" suddenly appeared!
That was no illusion! Warm light truly shone upon the earth. On the battlefield, countless lowly ghouls and wandering spirits let out shrill screams, their bodies hissing with white smoke as they melted away like ice and snow! Even the elite ghost soldiers clad in heavy armor emitted wisps of blue smoke from the gaps in their armor, emitting painful howls. For a moment, ghostly wails and howls filled the air, the dead retreated, and the once fierce battlefield froze in a brief moment of chaos!

Zhao You stared incredulously at the dazzling "sun," his gaze piercing through the blinding golden light to its core. He vaguely saw an enormous, magnificent golden divine bird spreading its wings, radiating endless light and heat!

Golden Crow!?
The next second, the "sun" suddenly shone brightly!
Blazing Fire from the Sky - Fire Feather Meteor!
With a flap of its wings, the Golden Crow Divine Bird unleashed a shower of countless feathers burning with golden flames, cascading down like a meteor shower across the dark sky and covering the densest area of ​​the Underworld Emperor's army!

boom! boom! boom! boom!
The fiery feather exploded violently upon landing, transforming into clusters of intensely burning golden flames. This extremely yang and powerful flame was the absolute nemesis of yin spirits and ghosts. Within the range of the flames, whether it was a corpse demon, a skeleton warrior, or a powerful vengeful spirit, they were all purified and vaporized in an instant, leaving not even ashes behind!

"What a magnificent blazing celestial fire! Fellow Daoist Sui Feng, your transformation technique is truly masterful. In that case, I shall also join you in a duet!"

Then the voice of the Wondrous Dharma Sovereign rang out.

Eighth-Order Immortal Technique - Tornado Dance!
The piercing howl instantly drowned out all other noises on the battlefield! The air currents between heaven and earth became incredibly violent, and huge gray-black vortexes connecting heaven and earth suddenly formed, like the whips of a giant god, lashing fiercely at the earth!

Even more terrifying, these raging tornadoes easily swept up the golden fire feathers falling from the sky. The wind fueled the fire, and the fire, aided by the wind, created more than a dozen towering firestorms in the blink of an eye! Like living catastrophes, they moved and ravaged the army of the Underworld Emperor, turning everything to ashes and annihilating the dead wherever they went!
Fortunately, Xiao Jie and Su Zhiqing, the Myriad Dharma Sovereign, were both very measured in their spellcasting, keeping the destructive storm's range as confined as possible to the area outside the city. Although the city's defenders could feel the terrifying heatwave and the storm's aftershocks, and were terrified, they were not directly attacked.

"An immortal!?" Zhao You gritted his teeth, almost squeezing out the word. He sensed the pure and boundless immortal power, which was completely incompatible with the deathly aura of the underworld, yet it possessed an overwhelming strength.

Who else but an immortal could unleash such astonishing magic?

"Indeed," a clear and calm voice responded. Before the words were even finished, two figures descended from the sky like meteors, carrying an overwhelming and unstoppable pressure, landing steadily on the battlefield. It was Lin Xuance and Wu Qingyue! The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, together with Yan Jun Qin Chuan, who was barely maintaining his footing in front, formed a perfect triangular formation, surrounding the Underworld Emperor Zhao You in the center!
Facing the encirclement of three powerful enemies, Zhao You let out a cold sneer: "Hmph, that old bastard Shenjizi actually let you few 'treasures' out of Guyun Prefecture? What, weren't you already packing your bags and preparing to escape this sinking ship? Why bother to pretend to intervene now?"

Lin Xuance remained expressionless, flicked his whisk, and said calmly, "We cultivators of Guyun Prefecture are not all just seeking self-preservation. My fellow Daoists and I all harbor the desire to save the world. Since a great calamity is imminent, we cannot sit idly by and wait for death. Let us begin to set things right by starting with the chaos in your Netherworld."

"Salvation? Hahaha!" Zhao You seemed to have heard the most ridiculous joke in the world, and could only sneer repeatedly in anger. "You bunch of fools! You have no idea what the apocalyptic catastrophe is or how terrible it is! What you are doing now is nothing but a mantis trying to stop a chariot, a futile struggle! Trying to fight a torrential downpour with a dim candle flame."

"Rather than waste this last bit of strength, I would rather turn the entire Nine Provinces and Three Realms into the Netherworld! Know that after that calamity, only the dead can possibly continue to exist in that desolate ruin! Your current resistance only makes the final pain and despair come later and longer!"

These shocking remarks startled Lin Xuance, his face showing astonishment and confusion. This Underworld Emperor unleashed such a massive massacre, all for… saving the world? Countless questions flooded his mind, and he desperately wanted to get to the bottom of it.

But Wu Qingyue on the other side had already lost his patience and shouted angrily, "I'm too lazy to listen to your traitorous nonsense and demagoguery! Since you refuse to surrender and submit to the law, then let's see who's the real deal!"

"Very well!" Zhao You seemed to have completely lost patience for conversation, his tone turning icy cold. "For stubborn and short-sighted people like you, only absolute power can make you understand your own insignificance and mistakes! Don't think that just because you have the body of an immortal and are indestructible, you can act recklessly in this realm! Today, I will let you experience what the true—the Way of Eternal Annihilation—is!" Before his words had even finished, the pale mist behind Zhao You spread and expanded wildly at an unprecedented speed, as if it were about to devour the entire battlefield! He slowly floated into the air, his figure gradually merging into the boundless white mist. The mist became increasingly thick and viscous, and the strange phenomena that appeared within it became even more terrifying: sometimes countless twisted and painful pale faces converged into a river; sometimes it materialized into huge and broken phantoms, as if ancient ruins that had endured endless years; and sometimes, the mist itself seemed to transform into pale tentacles with life, slowly writhing, emitting an extreme chill and deathly stillness that could freeze the soul.

He seemed to be in a strange realm composed of his own laws of annihilation, and his aura became increasingly unfathomable.

"Fellow Daoists, there's no need to waste any more words with him! The three of us joining forces will surely be able to suppress him!" Qin Chuan shouted loudly, suppressing his injuries. He reached out and summoned the [Severing Evil Dragon Soaring] sword back into his hand. The black dragon aura that had previously dissipated around him condensed again. Although the nine black dragons were not as solid as before, they still roared angrily, swirling and gathering on the sword.

Lin Xuance's expression turned solemn as he drew the ancient longsword from his back. The sword was simple in design, yet its blade was wreathed in purple lightning, radiating an aura of exorcising evil and vanquishing demons far more fiercely and purely than the previous Demon-Slaying Sword. Clearly, it was a more powerful divine weapon.

Wu Qingyue's approach was much simpler and more straightforward. He simply lowered his waist and assumed a basic punching stance. However, with a simple stomp of his foot backward to gather power, a deafening boom resounded! Centered on his stance, the ground within a radius of several dozen feet instantly cracked like a spiderweb, and countless pebbles and clods of earth, drawn by the terrifying force field, slowly floated into the air! The power gathered on his fist caused the surrounding space to slightly distort, clearly demonstrating that this seemingly ordinary punch contained the earth-shattering power of his martial arts pinnacle!
The next second, the three of them launched an attack simultaneously with perfect coordination!

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System notification: You have killed the [Fragile Ghoul] and gained 0 experience points.

System notification: You have killed the [Bone Demon] and gained 325 experience points.

System notification: You have defeated the [Wraith Leader] and gained 1398 experience points...

System notification: You have reached level 41. Your immortal cultivation has increased, and your spiritual energy intensity has increased.

System notification: You have reached level 42. Your immortal cultivation has increased, and your spiritual energy intensity has increased.

System notification: You have reached level 43...

System notification: You have reached level 44...

System notification: You have reached level 45!
Looking at the rapidly refreshing kill notifications and the continuous upgrade glows in front of him, Xiao Jie felt incredibly satisfied and exhilarated.

This efficiency, this is what you call an upgrade! Even mowing the lawn isn't this fast!
Unfortunately, as my level increased, most low-level ghouls and wandering spirits provided negligible or even insignificant experience points. Only elite monsters and ghost generals at level 35 or even 40 and above offered substantial experience rewards.

Fortunately, the number of high-level undead in the Underworld Emperor's army was quite considerable, causing his experience bar to soar, and he leveled up seven levels in one go, directly reaching level 47!
As the level increases, the requirements for gaining experience become higher and higher, and the high-level monsters on the battlefield below have been mostly cleared out, so the leveling speed has finally slowed down.

He glanced down at the main battlefield and thought to himself that the BOSS battle was almost over, and it was time to go down and finish things off, and maybe he could loot the corpse.

boom! ! !
A deafening roar resounded, even causing Xiao Jie, high in the sky, to feel a ringing in his ears! Below, on the battlefield, Wu Qingyue's simple yet powerful punch finally struck, slamming solidly into the thick white mist in front of Zhao You! This punch contained the ultimate, yang, and void-shattering martial arts essence. The countless pale, ghostly heads and bone claws that materialized from the mist were instantly shattered by the fist's force, and a large swath of white mist was directly evaporated and swept away!

Zhao You's face turned even paler, and he let out a muffled groan, clearly shaken. He hurriedly raised his hand, and amidst the swirling mist, a blizzard of ghostly winds carrying an aura of annihilation swept out, covering Wu Qingyue with layers of frost, attempting to freeze and seal him.

However, Qin Chuan and Lin Xuance's attacks came one after another! The sword light was like a dragon, and the purple lightning was like a startled swan, forcing Zhao You to deal with it with all his might.

Zhao You's eyes sharpened, and he raised his hand again. That slender, eerie white jade hand emerged from the mist once more, and this time, it also held a strangely styled pale bone sword.

That jade hand seemed to possess its own consciousness, unleashing another set of bizarre and unpredictable sword techniques!

For a moment, Zhao You and the jade hand in the mist seemed to be of one mind, their swords combined, forcefully parrying Lin Xuance's exquisite immortal swordsmanship and Qin Chuan's domineering Netherworld Emperor Sword at the same time, making it difficult to distinguish between them!

Seeing that his attacks were unsuccessful, Lin Xuance suddenly withdrew his sword, made a hand seal with his left hand, and chanted incantations in a voice as loud as a great bell, resounding throughout the heavens and earth:
"Borrowing the power of heaven and earth, lighting lamps from the sun and moon!"
The heavens are filled with divine power, and divine might shatters the darkness!
Wherever the imperial edict is issued, all evil will be subdued and punished!

The brilliant power of heaven, lead it with the sword! "

Immortal Technique - Nine Heavens Demon-Slaying Divine Light!
He pointed his longsword to the sky, and the tip of the sword suddenly burst forth with an incomparably dazzling golden divine light! The divine light spread out in circles like tangible ripples, and wherever the light passed, the pale mist behind Zhao You seemed to have encountered its nemesis, emitting a "sizzling" melting sound, being dispelled and purified layer by layer, and in the blink of an eye, nearly one-fifth of it dissipated!

Seeing this, Zhao You panicked. Already struggling to defend himself from the combined attack of three, the weakening of his protective white mist made him even more disheveled. He slammed his palm into the ground, frantically channeling a surge of annihilating power into the earth!
The wondrous magic of the ghost immortals—the Netherworld Tribulation of Houtu!

In an instant, terrifying energy surged wildly through the earth's veins! The next moment, a deafening roar erupted! The earth trembled violently, and countless incredibly sharp, metallic-looking crystalline spikes burst forth from the ground! These spikes were not ordinary rocks or bones, but rather the materialized product of a highly condensed mixture of ghostly death energy and the earth's resentment. They were incomparably sharp and carried intense soul poison and curses, covering a vast area and piercing through everything with unpredictable frenzy!
The three powerful figures had no choice but to hastily retreat, swinging their weapons or using their movement techniques to block and dodge the sudden area attack.

Just as Zhao You was trying to catch his breath and adjust his situation, a raging torrent of flames, composed entirely of true solar fire, roared toward him from behind!

Blazing Fire of the Sun—Breath of Blazing Sun!
But Xiao Jie saw that the BOSS was about to collapse, so he rode the Golden Crow Dharma Form and swooped down to try and get some damage!
This is a god-level BOSS! The rewards and loot for killing it are mouthwatering. I have to get involved, or at least get an assist.

Considering that he was the only player among those participating in the battle, he would need to deal at least 20% of the damage to have a chance of getting the loot.

The intensely yang golden flames fiercely burned the remaining pale mist, the absolute nemesis of this annihilating white fog. The mist evaporated and melted rapidly in the flames, and even from within came many mournful and desperate cries of ghosts, faintly including the plaintive sighs of women, the sorrowful sobs of old people, the shrill cries of infants, and the unwilling roars of warriors... as if countless remnant souls devoured by the laws of annihilation were imprisoned within this mist.

"No—!" Zhao You was immediately filled with shock and anger, as the Golden Crow Flame had greatly damaged his source power!

In a fit of shock and rage, he suddenly flung his hand, channeling all his strength into the pale bone sword in his hand, and hurled it fiercely at Xiao Jie, who had transformed into a golden crow in mid-air, like a javelin!

Once the bone sword left his hand, it instantly transformed into a pale, deathly streak that seemed capable of chasing away souls, moving at an unimaginable speed!

Xiao Jie immediately felt an extremely strong sense of horror envelop his entire body, as if the shadow of death was about to descend!

This was the first time Xiao Jie had felt this way since becoming an immortal.

Oh no! This thing is dangerous! A thought flashed through his mind.

(End of this chapter)