Chapter 1629: Divine Hidden Returns to Ruins, Releasing Shattered Jun; Overlord of the Vault of Heaven, Chief Thunder Heart

“Forbidden Death Curse Stele.”

Rumble, rumble, rumble…

In response, overwhelming black-purple tombstones descended from the sky.

Space and earth melted upon contact and shattered upon impact, possessing strong corrosive and penetrating power.

When the tombstones landed on the ground, they shattered and transformed into massive lumps of black-purple corrosive slime.

The slime seemed to have life and intelligence, actively wriggling to find enemies, to find Xu Xiaoshou, attempting to contaminate him.

But…

“Chong Yin!”

“Is this… all you have?”

Xu Xiaoshou, however, raised his Suijun Shield high and laughed heartily.

At this moment, he wasn’t even in his Limit Giant form, only having activated a mini version of the Raging Giant.

The Suijun Shield also shrank, matching the Raging Giant’s approximately thirty-zhang height.

This reduced his defensive area, and the amount of tombstone attacks he received within a certain period was also limited.

But even so…

“Under attack, Passive Points, 1121.”

“Under attack, Passive Points, 1163.”

“Under attack, Passive Points, 1107.”

Thousands of tombstone bombardments quickly stained the surface of the Suijun Shield black and red.

Though he didn’t know what purpose this served, it looked very dirty and needed to be cleaned promptly.

“Swallow!”

With a hearty gulp, he quickly consumed and converted the residual curse power on the shield.

To be safe, the converted power was filtered again by Xu Xiaoshou’s Devouring power before entering the Dragon Pearl.

Then, he didn’t dare send it into the Dragon Pearl; he just converted and used it promptly, injecting it into the Suijun Shield to continue defending against the evil god’s attacks.

Chong Yin was weakening!

Xu Xiaoshou could clearly feel that the Chong Yin Evil God’s state was indeed deteriorating.

After the “Spell Hound Feast” sent away the Eye of the Heavenly Ancestor, he had plummeted from his peak to rock bottom, and his attack intensity was incomparable to before.

“Now, the Suijun Shield can defend against it, if this isn’t a feint.”

“The demonic transformation affected him, and the Thirty-Six Divine Punishment Pillars were taken by Dao Qiongcang, which affected him even more, preventing him from remaining calm.”

“Since I could block his previous dozen or so spells, and this Death Curse Stele isn’t much stronger, how could I not withstand it?”

“Of course, an Ancestral God must never be underestimated. The only point I still need to be wary of is a sudden outburst!”

Xu Xiaoshou intercepted attacks while precisely counting.

That nonsense about thirty breaths had long passed; Dao Qiongcang was not a punctual person at all.

Perhaps he had already run out of the Divine Remains?

“What should I do then?”

Xu Xiaoshou could block Chong Yin.

But that didn’t mean he could kill Chong Yin.

Honestly, he couldn’t even find Chong Yin’s main body!

Looking up, the hazy Eighteenth Heaven was now covered in an eerie purple layer.

Behind the purple, elongated black-red eyes were vaguely visible, stained with madness and frenzy, casting a solemn gaze from high above.

The Chong Yin Evil God had completely vanished from form.

Whether its essence was mist, eyes, spirit, or a wisp of will…

Xu Xiaoshou didn’t know and couldn’t find out.

He could only stall for time, waiting for Dao Qiongcang to return – though he didn’t know where his Great Divine Descent Spell had gone, or what he could do if he returned.

“Chong Yin, have you entered Sage Mode?”

While blocking, Xu Xiaoshou didn’t mind adding insult to injury.

Placing all hope on someone unreliable was utterly irrational.

Xu Xiaoshou had long prepared to fight the evil god alone.

He felt that the demonic Chong Yin Evil God, judging by the eyes all over the sky, seemed on the verge of losing its mind.

If so, provoking it to reveal its true form…

Perhaps, without waiting for Dao Qiongcang’s support, he could even slay it by himself.

“Slaying an evil god alone!”

It must be said that enduring the temptation to unlock such an achievement was truly difficult.

Fortunately, Xu Xiaoshou remained relatively calm, knowing that he must always adhere to the principle of using stillness to control movement, as he also feared that by acting proactively, he might step into the Chong Yin Evil God’s trap.

“Forbidden Dragon Chant of the Great Wild.”

With a whoosh, Chong Yin settled, and illusory doors opened in the void.

A bone dragon poked its head out from the sky and heavily slammed into the Suijun Shield.

Only upon contact did Xu Xiaoshou realize that it was an attack on consciousness.

His eyes widened again!

Fortunately, the Suijun Shield was renowned as “Absolute Defense,” not just capable of blocking tangible objects; it was equally adept at defending against souls and consciousness.

This “Dragon Chant of the Great Wild” merely pressed the Raging Giant deeper into the ground, only causing its mind to become slightly dazed.

In terms of intensity, it was three points weaker than the Death Curse Stele!

“Good riddance!”

“If you have the guts, come over yourself!”

“Are attacks like these just tickling me, young master… give me ten more!”

What the Raging Giant was stepping on was no longer the long-forgotten Body Dao Disk or Mind Dao Disk, but the Spell Dao Disk.

This Dao Disk was rarely used because there weren’t many spiritual skills, or rather, “spells,” to learn on a daily basis.

But its power was extremely formidable.

Once upon a time, on Void Island, Xu Xiaoshou, relying on the Spell Dao Disk, had uncovered the essence of Zhu Yike’s spell-stealing Golden Gate.

Of course, that was just a superficial understanding.

Currently, the Chong Yin Evil God’s spells and forbidden spells were… well, one was merely a partial spell inheritor, while the other was the Spell Ancestor himself, corrupted by evil, completely incomparable.

But Chong Yin chose to fight with quantity, attempting to delay time, which was a mistake.

Perhaps it was gambling that Xu Xiaoshou, holding the Suijun Shield for a long time, would quickly deplete his spiritual essence, given that he hadn’t reached the Saint realm himself.

Little did it know that endurance was Xu Xiaoshou’s true trump card.

After enduring for so long, the Raging Giant seemed to be at a disadvantage, but in reality, it hadn’t consumed any energy at all.

So much so that it could even abandon other major Dao Disks and eventually activate the Spell Dao Disk to play around.

“Learn, learn, learn!”

“Learning is endless, and the skilled are teachers!”

The current level of the Spell Dao Disk simply couldn’t decipher the various spells and forbidden spells of the evil god.

But by entering the Unity of Heaven and Man, Xu Xiaoshou could rely on the passive effect brought by the Super Dao Transformation Mind Dao Disk—memory.

Similar to the Saint Emperor-level perception’s effect—memory, he could forcefully memorize Chong Yin’s various forbidden spells.

It didn’t matter if he couldn’t understand them now.

As long as the Spell Dao Disk leveled up later, he could learn other things…

“Spell Hound Feast!”

Xu Xiaoshou coveted this forbidden spell immensely.

He could barely imagine what it would be like if he had another chance to face Chong Yin and used a “Spell Hound Feast” to devour the opponent.

Of course, he couldn’t do that now, nor did he have the time to recklessly use the Spell Dao Disk, let alone so many Passive Points to spend.

“Passive Points: .”

Human power has its limits.

Since the last Seven-Day Enlightenment, which allowed him to comprehend the Super Dao Transformation of the Body, Spirit, and Mind Dao Disks, exhausting his Passive Point reserves.

Even though the battles afterward were fierce, the amount of Passive Points that could be provided by just a few people was ultimately limited.

The Chong Yin Evil God, though an evil god, influenced him constantly, but its number was only one, so the Passive Points it provided were very limited.

A mere million or so was too little; Xu Xiaoshou no longer found it appealing.

Of course, Chong Yin was still Chong Yin; while it couldn’t satisfy Xu Xiaoshou in terms of Passive Points, in other aspects, the blessings it bestowed were somewhat overflowing.

“Passive Fist.”

“Phantom Extinction Finger.”

The Suijun Shield was too overpowered!

Xu Xiaoshou’s compatibility with the Suijun Shield was truly too high!

One passive, one defense, these two, when together, were truly in cahoots, perfectly illustrating what “growing stronger with each battle” meant.

The longer the time, the happier Xu Xiaoshou became.

He didn’t know if this punch and finger, if truly aimed at someone, who in the current world would be confident enough to receive them and survive!

Ai Cangsheng? I love you too much!

Ba Zun’an? I’ll turn you into a little hamburger!

Dao Qiongcang? I’ll make you unable to be flamboyant anymore!

“Hold steady, hold steady…”

“500 is just the beginning; if I keep getting beaten, I might reach 1000!”

Whoosh—

At a certain moment, the wind stopped.

The tombstones ceased falling, and the corrosive fluid stopped rolling.

Xu Xiaoshou fought with increasing vigor and became more excited the more he was beaten. Even if he tried to suppress his emotions, all signs indicated that he was abnormal and twisted.

The Chong Yin Evil God stopped all attacks.

Even in its demonized state, with its mind clouded, it noticed this anomaly.

Falling into a passive state was never its intention.

“It’s time to end this…”

In the void, accompanied by a soft sigh, the elongated, crimson eyes shattered simultaneously, seemingly about to disappear.

The world shattered like a mirror, then began to become transparent.

Along with the suspended tombstones, the fluid on the ground, and even the various traces left by previous forbidden spells in this realm, all began to become…

Dull?

It seemed as if everything was about to recede like a tide, yet Xu Xiaoshou felt a different kind of fear.

He saw the Suijun Shield.

The Suijun Shield was clearly free of any curse power, all of it having been swallowed by him, and now it hummed and trembled…

In a trance, it seemed to vanish for a second, then returned?

“Formation?”

The Spell Ancestor was skilled in formations, a fact Xu Xiaoshou had long learned.

The previous sacrificial array of the Diying Sacred Plant had forcefully broken through the world essence of the Divine Remains, constructing a passage to the upper and lower heavenly realms, and subsequently summoning the evil god Yi.

Could it be that Chong Yin still had a trick up its sleeve?

Were all the previous spells preparations for its ultimate move?

“Spell God Concealment of the Return to the Void.”

Before he could ponder further, the divine throne reappeared.

The Chong Yin Evil God, seated on the divine throne, still had three heads and six arms, in a lazy posture of napping.

He brought his two fingers together, forming a light hand seal.

A single declaration!

“Hoo…”

A gentle breeze came.

The purple mist vanished;

The elongated crimson eyes vanished;

The suspended Death Curse Stele flew towards the back of the divine throne, also vanishing;

The corrosive liquid on the ground lost all its vitality, faded, and also vanished;

Along with the Suijun Shield…

“Absolutely impossible!”

The Raging Giant roared, transforming into the Limit Giant, gripping the Suijun Shield tightly.

But the shield, which was originally extremely heavy, seemed to turn into flowing sand at his fingertips; he couldn’t grasp it firmly, and after a tremor, it slipped from his hand, flying towards the back of the divine throne while turning into specks of starlight and disappearing…

Xu Xiaoshou was going crazy.

This Chong Yin must be sick; it just couldn’t stand others having good things, repeatedly trying to snatch his precious shield?

“Time stop!”

The Limit Giant pulled out the Ancestor of Time’s Shadow Staff.

But the power of time failed for the first time at a crucial moment.

What Xu Xiaoshou could feel was that the time法则 of the Eighteenth Heaven was indeed fixed by him, but the Suijun Shield seemed to be beyond this realm…

“What kind of spell is this?”

He desperately activated the Spell Dao Disk, staring intently, wanting to glimpse its essence, and finally gained some insight:

Everything that had a direct contact with the Chong Yin Evil God just now seemed to have been pulled into the “Ruins” behind that divine throne.

Even himself!

Xu Xiaoshou felt that if it weren’t for the mysterious origin of “Devour All” and the unparalleled Devouring power in the world, and if he hadn’t greedily stored Chong Yin’s power but instead transmitted all of it to the Suijun Shield.

Now, he would also be pulled in.

So, that “Ruins” was…

“The Spell Ancestor’s Divine Court?”

At the moment of realizing the reason, Xu Xiaoshou, who had persevered until now, felt a sense of powerlessness.

The rudimentary Divine Court of the Diying Sacred Plant;

The Star River Divine Court of the Ranming Dao Infant;

And now, the true Divine Court of the Spell Ancestor himself!

Entering this broken Divine Remains, experiencing three great Divine Courts, enduring for so long, Xu Xiaoshou once thought he could counterattack, but in the end, he found…

The Ancestral God’s foundation was terrifying!

You never know how they will play their cards.

A seemingly weak moment might be a feint, or perhaps they are truly tired.

But once they understand the situation, they definitely have a way to seize your reliance.

A starved camel is still bigger than a horse.

For the first time, Xu Xiaoshou felt that the disparity in realms truly couldn’t be overcome by pure combat power alone.

This divine throne…

The Chong Yin Evil God on this divine throne…

Is it the true body?

Xu Xiaoshou’s blood surged, his eyes reddened, and “Passive Fist” and “Phantom Extinction Finger” flashed through his mind.

But he felt that if it were the evil god, why would it be so foolish as to expose its true body under the nose of someone always ready to slay a god?

Between “one” and “two,” Xu Xiaoshou ended his deliberation and chose the cautious “three.”

He suppressed the urge to expose his trump card and roared:

“Dao Qiongcang, are you spacing out?!”

“Boom—”

The moment the Suijun Shield completely vanished, a dull thunderclap exploded in the spatial fragment connecting the Eighteenth Heaven to the First Heaven.

The immense thunderclap caused Xu Xiaoshou’s eyes to bulge, and blood immediately burst from his seven orifices.

Even the illusory figure of the Chong Yin Evil God on the divine throne was no longer lazy, pausing slightly, as if surprised.

Immediately after.

A purple light whistled from high in the sky.

“Whoosh—”

The purple light streaked across the sky, leaving a trail of fire, arriving in an instant with the force of thunder, piercing through the divine throne, and heavily smashing into the earth.

“Bang, bang, bang…”

The earth shattered, and thunder waves spread for thousands of li.

Looking back, what brought such terrifying impact was merely a staff of human height.

The staff had gilded ends, with black-brown bands tied in the middle, ancient and heavy—this was too familiar!

“Overlord?”

Immediately after, a robust figure fell to one knee, propping himself with a fist on the ground, his head buried deep, allowing the dust and smoke to swirl.

He landed behind the Overlord.

Just by looking at that rough back, Xu Xiaoshou seemed to have recognized who it was, and his face lit up with joy.

“Shen Yi?”

The person stood up, turned his head, and revealed a simple, honest face, with thick eyebrows and large eyes, looking quite adorable.

Xu Xiaoshou’s eyes widened in surprise:

“Er, Erzhu?”

Cao Erzhu’s body was subtly enveloped in purple lightning. He looked up, smiled, and said, “Sorry, my Xu, I’m late.”

This voice…

“Dao Qiongcang?”

In a short period, Xu Xiaoshou was shocked no less than three times.

Cao Erzhu, who arrived stepping on the Overlord, spoke with Dao Qiongcang’s voice, yet he had clearly displayed the most powerful Punishment God’s Heavenly Tribulation…

“Did you possess Erzhu?”

After regaining his composure, Xu Xiaoshou’s face darkened, almost pulling out the Siyou Sword to stab him.

“It’s a long story.”

Dao Qiongcang clearly didn’t want to elaborate on the complexities.

He merely turned around, glanced at the divine throne in the sky, and at the same time, gripped the Overlord with his backhand, about to take a Divine Step.

Gak—

His steps halted.

The Overlord was stuck in the ground, heavier than even Suijun.

The body of Cao Erzhu, controlled by Dao Qiongcang, couldn’t pull it out at all, much like the evil god Yi at that time.

His mouth twitched, clearly feeling that he was extremely handsome at the moment and didn’t want to speak, as that would damage his expert demeanor.

He gripped tightly and pulled.

Then walked forward again.

Pfft—

His steps stumbled, pulled back by the Overlord.

Dao Qiongcang completely lost his composure, rolled his eyes, and grimaced:

“Give some face.”

After speaking, he kicked the Overlord, as if to use the combo he had practiced countless times in his mind—kicking the Overlord up, sending it to his waist, then circling it over his chest and abdomen, bringing it to his palm, perfect!

“Hiss…”

The beautiful combo didn’t happen.

Dao Qiongcang got stuck on the first step, clutching his foot and hissing in pain, hopping on one leg, suffering immensely.

His mind exploded, and he cursed angrily:

“Are you sick? Shen Yi!”

“We are one now! I came to save Xu Xiaoshou, just let me borrow the Overlord, will you die?”

“Erzhu’s power was willingly used by me, is your Overlord so unique that I can’t even touch it?”

He talked to himself.

No one responded.

Xu Xiaoshou’s mouth was slightly agape, no longer knowing who this person in front of him was; his composition could only be described as “extremely complex”!

The Chong Yin Evil God on the divine throne, pierced by the Overlord, was clearly just a projection, rippling like a lake surface before returning to calm.

For it, once the Suijun Shield was withdrawn, the person below was like a beast to be slaughtered; what difference would one more make?

The original owner of this Overlord had already been annihilated in the Thirty-Third Heaven.

Even with three souls, what waves could it stir up?

Chong Yin, from the divine throne, slightly raised an eyelid, squinted at the two below, and a faint smirk played on its lips, not bothering to hide its mockery:

“Clowns.”

One of Cao Erzhu’s eyebrows lifted high.

Honestly, Xu Xiaoshou couldn’t stand the flamboyant old Daoist making such bizarre expressions with Erzhu’s face.

Dao Qiongcang, however, no longer insisted on the Overlord; instead, he extended his hand to Xu Xiaoshou:

“Me.”

Xu Xiaoshou pulled out Dao Qiongcang’s original body and threw it over.

The Chong Yin Evil God found it very interesting and didn’t stop them, just quietly watching the two clowns perform.

Dao Qiongcang’s original body shrunk in mid-air, becoming only a card by the time it reached Cao Erzhu’s hand.

“Erzhu says hello to you.”

He nodded to Xu Xiaoshou, then grabbed the palm-sized card, and with a forceful thrust, embedded it into Erzhu’s chest until it was completely absorbed.

Buzz…

Xu Xiaoshou could clearly see numerous heavenly secret runes flowing in Cao Erzhu’s eyes, along with a hint of a divine trickster’s flamboyant aura.

How strange.

His composition became even more complex!

Dao Qiongcang lowered his head and calmly said to himself:

“Erzhu, just watch this battle. I can show you how magnificent your father was back then, but you must not offer any resistance to how this body is used, or your Little Shou Ge will die.”

“Oh, okay.”

“One more question, I don’t remember many of your father’s moves. How many can your body use?”

“Mostly all of them.”

Dao Erzhu nodded, then turned his gaze back to the Overlord.

He pondered for a moment, then chuckled softly:

“I can certainly choose not to use your power, but that would inevitably reduce my certainty by a few points…”

“So, ultimately, I still need to ask one more thing.”

“This Overlord, will you lend it or not?”

No one responded.

At least, Xu Xiaoshou didn’t hear a sound.

But then he saw Dao Erzhu suddenly kick the bottom of the Overlord.

This time, after a tremor, the Overlord spun and flipped into the air, moved from Dao Erzhu’s left palm to below his elbow, then rotated past his waist to his right arm, sliding into his palm.

Smooth, fluid!

Even more unobstructed than diarrhea!

Dao Erzhu gripped the ancient staff, pointed it towards the divine throne in the sky, and a smirk appeared on his lips, carrying three parts evil charm, three parts wild arrogance, and four parts playfulness:

“Chong Yin, I gave you a chance, but unfortunately, you didn’t seize it…”

“Now remember, the God-Slayer, Cao Yihan!”