Chaos Spirit Field

As the saying goes, "There is no two suns in the sky, no two masters on earth." Rule in this world has always belonged to only one person. And Tan Tai Hen Tian, shouldering the destiny, leads the Celestial Court, regarded as the undisputed orthodoxy. Not only do he have the devoted support of his former celestial brethren, but he also boasts the utmost support of powerful demon tribes. Furthermore, he has the aid of the enigmatic extraterrestrial visitor. With such a lineup, his chances of victory are truly formidable.

On the other hand, Yang Jian's strength is equally formidable. After all, Yang Jian was once the Celestial Emperor, a position he has not officially relinquished. For years, he has maintained perfect order in the Celestial Court, garnering unprecedented prestige. As a result, he has successfully garnered the unwavering support of the Western Sect, the Chan Sect, the Jie Sect, and the Wu Clan. If he weren't slightly inferior to the top masters, overthrowing the old Celestial Court would have been a piece of cake.

The conflict within the Celestial Court gradually grew increasingly complex. It turned out that the many members of the old Celestial Court, many of whom originated from the Four Religions, were inextricably linked, making it difficult for them to fight each other. Furthermore, the witches and demons, a long-standing feud, intensified the conflict, sparking a furious conflict between the two factions. Thus, what had initially been a conflict within the Celestial Court had unwittingly transformed into a struggle between the witches and demons.

The Heavenly Dao was somewhat bewildered, not knowing which side to support, as both factions represented orthodoxy. As the war began, the catastrophe began.

Tantai Mingyue was upset when she saw the Shanhe Realm actually fighting in the Moon Palace. However, she couldn't surrender Zhao Yunhua because she didn't trust the empty transformation of Zhao Yunduo. She could only pray silently in her heart for Zhao Shanhe's speedy return.

Zhao Shanhe calculated that something had happened in the Mountain and River Realm, temporarily stopped practicing, and arrived at the entrance of the Creation Temple. He had a fortune read for himself, and it was a very bad omen, with no chance of survival.

After seeing the calculated hexagram, Zhao Shanhe pondered for a long time and said self-deprecatingly, "I never thought that one day, I would be stopped in my tracks by a hexagram. It's true that the higher your cultivation, the smaller your courage."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Shanhe stepped into the Temple of Creation. Looking at the passage in front of him, he jokingly said, "Others have to choose one from four, but here it's four in one. Lord of Creation, am I that scary?" After saying that, he walked in without much hesitation.

After Zhao Shanhe entered the passage, a rich aura of good fortune hit him in the face. He greedily inhaled a few breaths, and his cultivation level grew like a rocket, not stopping until he broke through the realm of God.

The Lord of Fortune's actions confused Zhao Shanhe. What was he trying to do? Improving his cultivation wasn't always a bad thing. At this moment, the energy of fortune in the space surged, and after a moment, it condensed into four people.

Zhao Shanhe knew the four conjured figures were his opponents, but he hesitated to attack them. They resembled Feng Lixi, the Source of Nature; Zhao Yunduo, the Source of Space; Zhao Yunlong, the Source of Time; and Luo Yunxi, the Source of Death. He couldn't help but curse, "Lord of Creation, you're a true dog."

In front of the third level of the Temple of Creation, Zhao Yunfei, Zhao Yunlong, Zhao Yunduo and Luo Yunxi, the God of the Source of Death, suddenly found that they were not allowed to pass the third level. A screen appeared in front of the level, showing the scene of Zhao Shanhe passing the level.

Zhao Yunduo saw her father's embarrassed expression as he looked at his four opponents. She asked cunningly, "Second brother, third brother, which of the Creation Phantoms do you think our father will kill first?"

Zhao Yunfei replied with a gloating look on his face, "Fortunately, I'm not in there."

Zhao Yunlong frowned and said with a depressed look on his face, "Third Brother, isn't it just to kill me first? Why are you so gloating?"

Zhao Yunfei said earnestly, "Second brother, you must have confidence in yourself. You may not be the first one to be killed."

Zhao Yunlong was furious when he saw Zhao Yunfei's servile look. He jokingly said, "Third Brother, if I'm not mistaken, Feng Lixi, the God of Natural Source, is Nuwa. She's our father's woman. What do you think?"

Zhao Yunfei was somewhat speechless. He said helplessly, "At worst, I can just call you mother. It's not like I haven't called you that before."

Zhao Yunlong glanced at the Death Source God and said jokingly, "A true man can bend and stretch. You have indeed achieved that. Our father is indeed too romantic."

Zhao Yunfei said unhappily, "Two for eight, I still made a profit. Now the fun begins, let's watch."

After the four phantoms of creation were fully formed, they launched an attack on Zhao Shanhe. Their attacks were all killing moves, including life deprivation, death judgment, dimensional space slash, and time acceleration.

Zhao Yunlong was surprised to see the magic and said, "Time acceleration can actually be used like this. The strength of these creation phantoms is even greater than mine. Our father is in trouble."

Zhao Yunfei said playfully, "Second brother, father is so arrogant! If he were to capsize in a ditch, we would be orphans!"

Zhao Yunlong raised his lips, revealing a playful smile as he responded, "Oh, Third Brother, you're truly a filial son! I just secretly recorded your 'filial piety' and will let Father listen to it later. Get ready to get your ass ripped open!"

Zhao Yunduo, standing nearby, frowned, her face filled with worry. She timidly asked, "Second brother, third brother, what do you think...is our father in danger? I'm so worried and uneasy."

Zhao Yunlong quickly reached out and gently patted Zhao Yunduo's shoulder, saying softly, "Don't be afraid, Fourth Sister. Our father is unrivaled among his peers! He has already reached the realm of Divine Venerable. How can these mere phantoms of good fortune do anything to him? Don't worry."

At that moment, Zhao Shanhe, trapped within the space, moved like lightning, dodging left and right, barely avoiding the four men's combined, ferocious moves. His clothes were reduced to those of a beggar. His eyes widened in fury, and he erupted in a deafening roar: "If you don't accept my toast, you'll have to pay it back. Since you started it, don't blame me for being ruthless. All of you, die! Take this—behold my newly realized Chaos Divine Fist!"

As Zhao Shanhe roared, the entire space was suddenly enveloped by a mysterious and powerful force, instantly transforming into a bizarre interweaving of black and white. Then, with a resounding "boom," the four once-imposing phantoms of creation vanished in the blink of an eye, vanishing without a trace.

Zhao Yunlong's eyes widened, and he said in astonishment, "He defeated four people in one move. How is that possible? Third brother, in your prime, could you withstand father's Chaos Divine Fist?"

Zhao Yunfei was silent for a moment before saying, "Father's Chaos Divine Fist has surpassed the upper limit of the Divine Lord level. Pan Zu can't stop it. Do you think our father is the Lord of Chaos?"