Chapter 1925: Owl Rainbow

"This is..."

Far away, at the southernmost point of the Netherworld, Hongniang, whose face was already filled with horror, suddenly had her hair bun explode and her beautiful hair fly around.

Her body was involuntarily pulled forward, and even her clothes seemed to be tearing, as if they were about to be dragged into the battle.

"Qingfeng Tianjie!"

Bazun'an completely disregarded the rear of the battlefield.

With a shout, the entire Divine Court Netherworld trembled violently.

Whether it was the people from the original Ghost-Buddha Realm behind him, or the Fengdu generals in front and around him, they were all swept up like rootless duckweed by the wind, lifted into the sky.

Then, a fierce wind began to blow, abruptly tearing through space. Before it could even fully form, it had already gathered scattered remnants of weapons, broken blades, and chunks of flesh that had not yet dissipated from various places.

Afterward, nine heaven-piercing, world-destroying gale-force tornadoes rose from the ground, howling as they crashed towards the direction of Cuiming Panguan.

"No!"

Wails echoed from all directions.

This time, the first to panic were the cultivators from the Ghost-Buddha Realm.

That catastrophic whirlwind storm, just by looking at it, was enough to tear apart more than one city and one realm.

If they were truly dragged into it, what would become of them?

They would probably die without a complete corpse!

Fortunately, Bazun'an's sword strike was not aimed at the people behind him; this was merely the residual force of Tianjie's momentum.

Gou Wuyue stood still, his clothes ripping apart.

He frowned as he watched the countless ancient sword cultivators and Spirit Refiners, who were uncontrollably pulled into the world-destroying tornado. He raised a single arm.

"Qinghe Jianjie."

The void cracked, transforming into tens of thousands of small spatial swords.

The tens of thousands of swords flowed swiftly, forming a azure torrent, intersecting and blocking the front, creating a barrier, as if to cut off the battlefield.

But the power of the world-destroying tornado was too great.

Even the tens of thousands of Mo Swords he summoned were distorted and destroyed in an instant, about to be dragged into the storm as well.

Gou Wuyue clenched his five fingers, changing his move accordingly.

"Condense!"

The roaring, shattered Qinghe Jianjie barrier transformed into tens of thousands of azure streaks of light.

Before being swept into the world-destroying tornado, they condensed into a massive azure Mo Sword.

"Slash!"

Without desire or recklessness, it slashed forth with the momentum.

Hovering above the Netherworld, a great sword the size of a city, it cut through north and south, severing Dao laws and briefly opening up a safe zone behind them.

In the original Ghost-Buddha Realm, the Half-Saints no longer dared to hide; they exerted their power simultaneously, their Saint Domains expanding, merging and combining to barely protect this self-exiled safe zone.

Only then did the ancient sword cultivators and Spirit Refiners who had been dragged away by the world-destroying tornado safely return to the ground.

Hongniang, having escaped disaster, her face filled with trepidation.

Looking at the nine azure gale-force tornadoes that were still advancing relentlessly, the golden apricot in her hand trembled uncontrollably, and her voice could not be suppressed:

"Qingfeng Tianjie is more than twice as powerful as Fengdiao Tianjie!"

More than "more than twice"?

The azure tornadoes formed out of thin air, tearing through the Divine Court Netherworld and creating nine large holes in the sky.

This perfect Divine Court, in the absence of its Lord, showed signs of being breached, despite its seemingly impenetrable nature.

And if one were to look closely.

The power of this tornado was more than just the might of a renowned sword's Tianjie.

Each gale contained the sword intent of a tribulation lightning, and was further enhanced by the "names" of the myriad swords in the sword sea.

The formation of the nine winds was also meticulously chosen.

The eight mighty attendants were directly torn apart, sealed within the eight tornadoes, unable to break free or escape.

Intent, Name, Lightning, Release.

Four unprecedented and unseen strange powers in the Netherworld, interwoven together, trapping the eight mighty attendants who possessed brute force but little intelligence...

How could they break free?

They couldn't break free at all!

"Erahhh—"

Amidst the screams, the eight mighty attendants were thrown around and sliced apart within the world-destroying tornado.

Streaks of black energy surged from their wounds; the attendants were like fish on a chopping board, left to the mercy of the storm.

In just a few breaths, their colossal bodies, which had been expanded to hundreds of Zhang by Death God's power, were cut back to their original form, then into fragments.

Completely reduced to dust.

"Six breaths!"

From behind, Hongniang shrieked in alarm.

The eight mighty attendants, after the appearance of the world-destroying tornado, only lasted six breaths before perishing on the spot.

The familiar black energy clusters exploded, not even falling to the ground immediately, but were swept into the gale-force tornadoes.

The azure tornadoes transformed into black storms.

After tearing apart the eight mighty attendants, their momentum did not diminish in the slightest, and even intensified, continuing to advance towards the direction of Cuiming Panguan!

"Protect the Lord—"

The fat-headed, big-eared monster shrieked in a high-pitched voice.

The Nine Hall Yama Lords had originally intended to capture the leader first, so as the world-destroying tornado rushed towards Cuiming Panguan, they simultaneously surged towards Bazun'an.

Bazun'an smiled faintly, as if he had already calculated everything.

As expected, after Cuiming Panguan's delayed shout, the Nine Hall Yama Lords had no choice but to turn back midway and rush towards Cuiming Panguan again.

This detour rendered their earlier accumulated power and momentum useless.

But what else could they do?

Bazun'an was still unharmed after fighting until now.

Their side's lord, however, was not only about to be captured but would also be slain on the spot!

"Form the array!"

Hei-Bai Shuangsha shouted loudly.

Their scythe-hooks intersected, and Death God's power surged around them, as if they had integrated into a certain formation eye of the Divine Court Netherworld, their figures fading into azure light.

"Ten Halls Senluo: Moving Spirit Ancestral Array!"

Beneath the heavy coffin, centered on Cuiming Panguan, a vast and magnificent complex array diagram covering ten thousand Li unfolded.

Below the high-altitude battlefield, at the centers of the original ten cities, the residences of the Ten Hall Yama Lords, the majestic ten Ghost Halls, rose into the sky upon being summoned.

The ten halls expanded in the sky, also releasing immense Death God's power, which was placed into the ten great formation eyes of the Moving Spirit Ancestral Array.

The Nine Hall Yama Lords positioned themselves simultaneously.

Each riding a bone dragon, they returned to their respective original Ghost Halls, standing with weapons, empowering the formation.

But...

"One is missing!"

Even the Spirit Refiners who were confined to their own areas in the Saint Domain exile zone behind them could see the flaw in this formation.

There were originally ten Hall Yama Lords.

In a single encounter just now, Bazun'an instantly killed one.

This "Moving Spirit Array" did not sound like a defensive grand array, and now it was even missing a formation eye, wasn't this the biggest weakness?

A ghost array for soul-stealing and spirit-capturing...

Bazun'an was not actually proficient in the Nine Sword Arts; in order to save some face for Wen Ting back then, he had deliberately neglected quite a few lessons.

But this was in comparison to the other sword arts he mastered, a comparison to himself.

Overall, in ancient sword dao, the essence of the Nine Sword Arts, "sword array" and "stacked damage," he naturally mastered them all.

Naturally, he could tell at a glance that the "Moving Spirit Ancestral Array" in front of him, based on the Ten Halls of the Netherworld, was not a defensive formation.

It leaned more towards control and offense.

However, thinking about it, it was understandable; after all, within the Divine Court Netherworld, the Divine Court Netherworld itself was the greatest defense. Why would the Netherworld generals need to practice defensive formations normally?

And if it wasn't a grand defensive array that reached the Ancestral God level, and it was missing a formation eye...

Could this array block the coexistence of the four powers after Qingfeng Tianjie?

"Boom!"

The Moving Spirit Ancestral Array took shape.

The nine world-destroying gales crashed head-on without politeness.

For a moment, the Netherworld was in chaos, and even the people in the distant Saint Domain exile zone were swept away by an invisible force.

Cuiming Panguan, standing on the coffin within the array, his fat trembling, was immediately sent flying backward, barely holding onto his blood-ink brush.

"Pfft!"

With just a single impact, the armor of the Nine Hall Yama Lords simultaneously cracked like tortoise shells, and they spat out soul blood. However, their faces showed not fear, but joy.

They could withstand it!

This Qingfeng Tianjie, they could withstand it!

At this moment, the white-clothed monster in front, wearing human skin, was no longer treated as a mortal by the Netherworld generals.

Given what he had displayed...

This was at least the combat power of an Ancestral God's remnant consciousness.

The Saint Emperors' defeat at his hands, and their death by his sword, was not shameful, as long as they could hold on, and as long as the Lord of Fengdu sent more assistance, the situation was not without room for reversal.

Hei-Bai Shuangsha saw this point even more clearly. Their Saint Nian converged, and they concluded that the Moving Spirit Ancestral Array could withstand this world-destroying tornado for at least half an incense stick of time.

"Panguan, quickly issue the order, ask the Lord for assistance!"

After saying this, Hei-Bai Shuangsha gritted their teeth and withdrew from the rules of the Divine Court Netherworld.

Then, they materialized, landing on the Ghost Hall where the Hammer Hall Yama Lord should have been stationed.

This was the array's weak point.

Once Bazun'an's power shifted, breaking through at a single point, the Moving Spirit Ancestral Array might not even last for an incense stick's time.

The nine world-destroying tornadoes hammered at the front of the array, like nine giant grinding stones, slowly grinding away the ancestral array's spiritual light.

Sparks splattered, scattered like stars.

"It's a stalemate..."

The image transmitted by the apricot in the palm distorted, and the apricots of various families were moved by the catastrophic scene in the Netherworld.

But, could this be all?

Soon, someone hit the nail on the head, pointing out the crucial question:

"Renowned Sword Tianjie, isn't it the unity of heaven and man? How is it that Qingfeng has already performed Tianjie, yet Bazun'an is still present?"

"Fengdiao Sword Tianjie, didn't he... no, for Fengdiao Tianjie, Bazun'an also seemed to have never disappeared?"

"Meaning, he has never truly achieved Tianjie with these renowned swords; he only allowed the renowned swords, which were covered in dust and self-obscured, to unleash their own power."

"Which means, he can still move?"

"Multiple Swords Tianjie?"

The white-clothed figure stood in the void, the nine swords in the sword wheel behind him restless, with Jueshe Yaoji, who had the strongest killing intent, being the most unruly.

Not only the spectators from the Five Domains realized this point, but the Netherworld generals also seemed to have caught on, fear reflected in their pupils.

Fear, the bud of failure.

When Bazun'an saw his own shadow cast within the hearts of the Netherworld forces, through their eyes, he knew the farce was over.

It was just like in the Eight Palaces then, even when Gou Wuyue's eyes reflected divine Buddhas, he was powerless to turn the tide, let alone these useless individuals who had nothing but brute force and didn't know how to wield it?

The nine world-destroying storms were still fiercely grinding.

Inside the Moving Spirit Ancestral Array, the Yama Lords above the ten halls, Hei-Bai Shuangsha, and Cuiming Panguan and Granny Meng within the ten halls, had no retreat.

Bazun'an looked ahead, smiling softly:

"Drawing a circle to imprison oneself."

After speaking, his gaze suddenly turned cold, and as his lips subtly moved, his sword intent flowed from his immortal sword body into the nine swords in the sword wheel behind him.

"Feihong Xiaoyue, Wutong Yingqiu... Go!"

He pointed forward with two fingers.

It didn't even require Renowned Sword Tianjie.

This time, what Bazun'an employed was merely the basic realm fusion from the "Guanjian Dian".

Nine streaks of light, like nine long rainbows, shot out from behind him. As they streaked across the sky, everyone witnessed a shift in the ancestral array's landscape.

Under the moon's glow high in the sky, for a fleeting moment, reality and illusion transformed. The spiritual bodies of the Fengdu generals were rendered invisible, their surging conscious waves exposed nakedly.

Reaching the Saint Emperor level, the Fengdu generals naturally sensed something was wrong. Just as they were about to resist, the power of time fell upon them, and for a brief instant, everyone saw the last moments of their lives, aging and their powers draining away.

This was indeed the last moment of their lives.

Nine long rainbows pierced through the moonlight, and the second world disintegrated.

The final scene presented by the Illusionary Sword Art was golden parasol leaves, falling lonely in the desolate autumn rain.

Lonely parasol trees gaze at the empty rain, Xiangjiang autumn leaves die in the wind.

"Chi chi chi chi chi..."

The moment the Moving Spirit Ancestral Array's reality and illusion were reversed, the nine swords pierced through the nine great Yama Lords, point-blank shattering their consciousness.

Amidst their fear and the extreme weakness of their inner vulnerability, magnified infinitely by the second world, the swords pierced their bodies, and their lives instantly withered.

The nine rainbows swept past, then cleanly and swiftly decapitated the astonished Hei-Bai Shuangsha who turned their heads.

When the swords returned to the sword wheel, and the ancestral array reverted, the ancestral array had already collapsed on its own.

The nine world-destroying tornadoes, having swept up the pure Death God's power that exploded after the deaths of the nine great Yama Lords and Hei-Bai Shuangsha, directly engulfed Cuiming Panguan and Granny Meng, who had no escape.

"No—"

Amidst the mournful wails, the Fengdu generals utterly vanished without a trace.

These twenty Saint Emperors, who had arrived so fiercely and departed so swiftly, throughout the entire battle, truly failed to even touch a corner of Bazun'an's clothes.

If it weren't for their power reaching the high-level Saint Emperor realm, indeed bringing an indelible pressure in terms of sheer "brute force."

It was truly like a child wielding a long saber; even if there was lethality, it was still child's play!

"Gone... gone?"

"A praying mantis trying to stop a chariot, an ant trying to shake a tree... I now understand what these terms describe. I initially felt that the Eighth Sword Immortal had no chance... The Eighth Sword Immortal, terrifying like this!"

"But they were Saint Emperors! From beginning to end, they didn't even use any abilities, only two spirit techniques, and they all died?"

"Crushing! This isn't even the same level!"

"Illusionary Sword Art, Nine Sword Arts, Mind Sword Art, Non-Sword Art, Mo Sword Art, Intent Dao, Ghost Dao, Spatial Dao, Time Dao... The Eighth Sword Immortal's final sword... Heavens! What kind of sword is this? How am I supposed to learn this?"

Bazun'an slew emperors with a flick of his sleeve, and the nine swords of the sword wheel returned to their scabbards, still reluctant, not fully satisfied.

The Five Domains were in an uproar. What was expected to be a brutal battle ended so early, and it was a unilateral slaughter feast.

This truly left a mixed taste.

But it was always outsiders who were stirred.

In Bazun'an's eyes, these were merely obstacles, insignificant.

What if they had immense brute force but didn't know how to fight, even if they had Saint Emperor combat power or Ancestral God combat power?

He had seen too many geniuses.

Ye Xiaotian of Tiansang Ling Palace was also a genius; his spatial dao was incredibly powerful, yet back then, he had his arm severed in a single encounter, without even needing to draw a sword.

For a true combatant, combat power is necessary, but combat awareness is paramount.

The importance of the Netherworld generals was even less than the pure Death God's power stirred by the nine world-destroying tornadoes before him now.

"Brother Hua, it's your turn to perform..."

Bazun'an murmured softly.

Having done this much, he considered himself to have fulfilled his duty.

Whether Hua Changdeng was sufficient to test himself next, or if Jianwo was sufficient for him to test after achieving Dao, it would depend on their true powers.

"Boom!"

The world-destroying tornado collided with the Fengdu Gate that Hei-Bai Shuangsha had opened initially, crashing straight into it.

Like a stone sinking into the sea.

Not a single echo was heard.

The storm, which had swept up endless pure Death God's power, returned only three gentle breezes after being sent into the Fengdu Gate.

"Whoosh."

The spiritual sword Qingfeng retracted, returning to its sheath.

Dao chains surged around Bazun'an, then retracted back into his body.

There was nothing particularly unusual; he just couldn't contain the various rampant powers within him and wanted to release them.

He waited calmly.

He waited for three breaths, but there was still no response from within the Fengdu Gate. He couldn't help but let out a silent laugh.

He looked up.

With his eyes, he surveyed the vast Divine Court Netherworld...