Fengshen: I, Nezha, don’t need a system

"Brother, what should we do now?"

The voice of the Primordial Celestial Venerable contained a rare, almost imperceptible tremor, not out of fear, but because he was disturbed by the chaos before him.

He was surrounded by a pure, dark yellow aura, which should have given him the air of a sage as steady as Mount Tai, but at this moment, his emotions were fluctuating slightly.

The illusory image of "celestial auspicious clouds" embedded in the center of the jade crown on his head was also a bit dimmer than usual.

His hands, hanging at his sides, unconsciously clenched into fists.

He looked intently at the Taiqing Saint riding beside him. His usually cold eyes were now full of inquiry, as if only his senior brother could speak and stabilize this chaotic game of chess.

The Supreme Sage remained as calm as ever.

The illusory Tai Chi diagram on its back slowly rotated, emitting a soft white light that subtly dissolved the lingering sword energy and flames around it.

He lightly waved his whisk, the silver threads sweeping across the void, but he didn't utter a word.

"Humph!"

A cold sneer suddenly rang out, breaking the silence in the Three Pure Ones' quarters.

The Tongtian Sect Leader's black robes fluttered without wind, and the Zhuxian Sword pattern embroidered on his robes seemed to come alive, gleaming with a chilling blood-red light.

The Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation floating behind him extended directly, and four immortal swords bloomed.

—Execute, slaughter, trap, and annihilate!

Runes flowed across the sword's blade, each rune seemingly formed from billions of years of primordial chaos and malevolent energy.

At this moment, with a thought from the Tongtian Sect Leader, the four immortal swords simultaneously extended sword energy tens of thousands of feet long!

That sword energy was no ordinary immortal technique. As soon as it appeared, the surrounding void groaned as if it were about to be crushed by this fierce energy.

Wherever the sword energy passed, even light was swallowed up, leaving only a pitch-black trail.

Endless malevolent energy dissipated from the sword aura, transforming into countless ferocious phantoms.

It charged toward the alien overlord ahead with terrifying momentum, as if it would split the heavens and earth open.

"Roar--!"

Just as the sword energy was about to strike, a dragon roar that shook the universe suddenly erupted.

A flash of golden light appeared, and a giant golden dragon with an indistinct body appeared out of thin air in the void.

The dragon scales were forged like red gold, each scale engraved with ancient otherworldly runes that reflected a dazzling light in the sunlight.

The dragon horns were sharp and rugged, with a faint blood-red mist swirling around their tips—the unique "Prison-Suppressing Dragon Aura" of the otherworldly human king.

It opened its massive mouth, revealing its gleaming white dragon teeth. As it exhaled its breath, a golden shield of light formed, steadily blocking its path.

"Qiang——!!!"

The moment the sword energy collided with the light shield, a deafening roar erupted.

Countless golden sparks flew from the point of impact, and the murderous aura in the sword energy collided with the dragon energy, making a sizzling sound like hot oil meeting water.

However, the golden dragon's light shield remained completely still, forcefully blocking the Tongtian Sect Leader's sword energy, which was powerful enough to kill a Golden Immortal, from being contained outside the light shield.

"How could I possibly allow you to disturb His Majesty?"

The dragon slowly lowered its head, a hint of cold arrogance flashing in its eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the golden light dissipated, and a figure dressed in a black royal robe appeared from it.

—It is the King of the Otherworld.

His royal robe was embroidered with a five-clawed golden dragon, and a long sword inlaid with dragon crystal hung at his waist.

His body emanated the same Prison-Suppressing Dragon Aura as the Golden Dragon, an aura so thick and heavy that even the surrounding saints felt a sense of oppression.

He raised his hand and pressed it against the long sword at his waist, his gaze sweeping over the Three Pure Ones, his tone carrying an unquestionable resolve.

"His Majesty is preparing to refine the Chaos Pearl. If any of you dare to take another step forward, we will add a few more fallen saints to this new world today!"

"Clang Clang Clang!!!"

Before the otherworldly human king could finish speaking, three dazzling beams of light suddenly shot out from the side.

First came a five-colored divine light, with five rays of light—blue, yellow, red, white, and black—intertwined into a net.

It swept across the void as fast as lightning, sweeping away even the light in its wake.

Immediately following behind were two scorching lines of fire. These were not ordinary fires, but rather the "fire of purification of the six senses" of the Western Buddhist saint Zhunti.

The flames were pale gold, and the temperature was high enough to melt the magical artifact.

The fiery line, wreathed in five-colored divine light, pierced fiercely toward the head of the golden dragon.

"Pfft-"

Before the golden dragon could react, the light shield was breached by the five-colored divine light.

Two lines of fire instantly pierced through the dragon's scales and went straight into its head.

Golden dragon blood gushed out from the wound, landing in the void with a sizzling sound, burning small holes in the void.

The golden dragon cried out in pain, letting out a shrill wail as its body writhed violently.

The dragon aura that suppressed the prison instantly dissipated by more than half, and even the aura of the otherworldly human king weakened a bit.

Just as the five-colored divine light and the fire line were about to press their advantage, a clear and melodious flute sound suddenly rang out in the void.

The flute music was melodious yet carried an eerie power, instantly captivating the listener and even stirring a ripple in the heart of a sage.

Immediately afterwards, the void trembled, and the phantom of a towering tree slowly emerged from the void.

That's the World Tree.

The trunk is so thick it could hold a thousand troops, and the branches extend in all directions.

On each branch hangs countless tiny worlds, each the size of a fist.

Those little worlds contain mountains and rivers, and even stars and seas.

Some even have creatures that can be seen multiplying and thriving within them.

Like miniature universes.

The roots of the World Tree spread through the void, weaving a dense, giant net that firmly blocked the five-colored divine light and the fire line.

The divine light struck the tree trunk, leaving only a shallow mark.

The fire burned the roots, leaving not even a scorch mark. Instead, the World Tree absorbed some of its energy, making the little world on the branches even more vibrant.

"He is a banished immortal from another race!"

The Primordial Celestial Venerable's gaze sharpened, and he coldly shouted.

A figure in white slowly emerged from the shadows of the trees.

The immortal held a pure white jade flute in his hands, its body engraved with patterns that shared the same origin as the tree trunks of the world.

He had a handsome face, yet possessed a hint of inhuman eeriness.

—There is a small leaf mark between his eyebrows, which shimmers with green light as the flute music rises and falls.

The phantom of the World Tree behind him became increasingly solid, with the small worlds on its branches swaying gently, radiating a continuous stream of vitality that completely protected him.

"As long as His Majesty is alive, we can revive him an unlimited number of times."

The immortal's voice was clear and melodious, like jade striking each other, yet it carried an undeniable certainty.

His hands never stopped playing the flute, and the melody of the jade flute became more and more urgent.

The roots of the World Tree also grew wildly.

"Nine-bend Yellow River Formation!"

Just as the immortal finished speaking, a clear, cold female voice suddenly rang out.

The figure of Fairy Yunxiao stepped out from the void rift, dressed in a plain white gown.

Her skirt was embroidered with the patterns of the Yellow River's nine bends, and she held a Hunyuan Golden Bucket in her hand, radiating a faint, clear glow.

Taking advantage of the moment when the alien race's attention was drawn to the Three Pure Ones, she activated the formation.

With a wave of her hand, countless streams of yellow water light surged forth from the void.

In an instant, they intertwined to form a massive array.

—The Yellow River rushes through the formation, winding and turning in nine bends.

Every river contains the innate power of turbid waves, just as it takes shape.

It completely sealed off the surrounding space, preventing even light from penetrating the edges of the formation.

"Certainly!"

Yunxiao let out a low shout, and the Hunyuan Golden Bucket in his hand shone brightly, its mouth pointing towards the direction where the alien ruler was located.

The Yellow River water within the formation suddenly reversed, transforming into a yellow pillar of light that enveloped her.

This is a hidden technique of the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation.

—Using the power of the array to distort space, and using the Hunyuan Golden Cauldron for instantaneous teleportation.

In the blink of an eye, Yunxiao's figure pierced through the roots of the World Tree and headed straight for the edge of the Chaos Sea where the alien ruler was located!

Her goal is clear.

Catch the thief first to catch the king.

As long as they can hold off the alien ruler, even for just a moment, they can buy some time for the Chaos Pearl and create an opportunity for the Three Pure Ones to break the deadlock.

“Buzz——!!!”

Just as Yunxiao was about to touch the edge of the Chaos Sea, an extremely hot aura suddenly attacked from behind.

As soon as that aura appeared, the surrounding void began to melt, and even the yellow water light of the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation was evaporated by more than half in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, a raging fire broke out out of nowhere.

The flame was neither golden nor red, but rather a "chaotic true fire" exuding an aura of destruction.

The flames were jet black, yet they emitted a temperature even more terrifying than the core of the sun, instantly engulfing Yunxiao's figure completely.

"Shoot-"

Flames scorched the palace attire of Yunxiao, instantly burning countless holes through the plain white robes.

The radiant glow surrounding her was like paper before the real fire, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

Even more terrifying is that the Chaos True Fire directly affected the space itself.

The void around Yunxiao cracked and shattered, as if it had been forcibly burned through by raging fire.

Even the teleportation channel she constructed using the Hunyuan Golden Cauldron shattered inch by inch in the true fire.

A figure slowly emerged from the flames, dressed in a dark red robe.

The robe was embroidered with dense flame patterns, each pattern like a living flame dancing on the fabric, radiating scorching heat.

His face was stern, his skin pale yellow, except for a vertical flame mark in the center of his forehead, which flickered in and out with his breathing.

He stood in front of Yunxiao, the Chaos True Fire swirling around him, yet not even the hem of his clothes was burned.

"So you've finally decided to make a move, Lord Yan!"

The immortal snorted coldly.

The man who appeared was none other than Yan Jun, the second-ranked powerful figure among the alien races.

His strength was second only to the alien overlord and the six-eyed demon god. Although he did not possess the immortality of the World Tree, he relied on his Chaos True Fire...

It is enough to suppress the combat power of all saints except for the banished immortal.

Of course, this only refers to saints from other races.

"It is precisely because of your incompetence that I need to take action myself."

Yan Jun's voice was deep and cold, carrying a hint of impatience towards his kin.

With a backhand flick, streams of chaotic true fire surged forth, slashing directly at the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation soaring into the sky.

—The formation was already teetering on the brink of collapse from the scorching heat of the true fire, and now it was struck by the true fire.

A deafening roar erupted instantly, the Yellow River water evaporated completely, and the illusory array shattered inch by inch.

Even the Hunyuan Golden Bucket in Lian Yunxiao's hand was shaken so badly that cracks appeared.

Having dealt with Yunxiao, Yan Jun no longer glanced at her, turning towards the alien ruler in the center of the Chaos Sea, his tone filled with respect and a hint of fear.

"I am late and have caused Your Majesty any alarm. Please forgive me."

But the alien ruler didn't even lift an eyelid, completely ignoring Yan Jun.

He stared intently at the Chaos Pearl floating in front of him.

—The Chaos Pearl is stretching and distorting the surrounding space.

The flow of time was also forcibly altered; though they were so close, it felt like they were separated by billions of miles.