Chapter 1709: Rekill

This was a provocation, and even more, an act of contempt! A challenge from a junior of the current era, separated by who knew how many generations. The netherworld giant's smile never faltered as he approached from a distance, yet his killing intent grew several shades darker.

Black, ghostly mist permeated the air, and the entire universe trembled. A large, azure claw sliced through the haze, gradually revealing its true form—a monstrous and terrifying sight that filled onlookers with dread.

The Yama Hall Master stood ten zhang tall, his entire body an eerie green, covered in a layer of fine, shimmering scales that gleamed coldly. He possessed a human-like torso but a massive head, which was also densely covered in delicate green scales. Long, blood-red hair sprouted from his scalp, interspersed with eight immense horns that spanned from his temples over his skull to the back of his head, rendering him grotesque and terrifying.

Behind him, a massive, ten-zhang-long tail dragged, covered in chilling green scales like a crocodile's. His feet resembled elephant's, heavy and powerful, making the void rumble with each step. His hands were a pair of azure dragon claws.

What kind of creature was this? Everyone was astonished, having never witnessed such a strange and terrifying being before. It appeared far more horrifying than any so-called desolate beast or fierce race.

"This is a true bloodline of the Underworld!" the old woodcutter exclaimed, deeply moved, letting out an involuntary sigh.

Many present were bewildered, but a select few understood its implication. Upon hearing it, they all instinctively recoiled, trembling with fear.

"A creature born from the Sea of Extreme Yin Corpses—not a reanimated corpse, nor an animated ancient skeleton, but a genuine living entity!" someone declared.

At this revelation, all the powerful experts understood. A chill ran through them as they grasped its origin, for they had heard legends of such beings. Their expressions instantly changed.

This was a congenital Yin God, not a result of a corpse transformation, but a naturally born entity, making it even more terrifying.

It feared neither thunder nor fire, nor heavenly tribulations; conventional methods of destroying corpses were useless against such a being. Most critically, they possessed terrifying growth potential, as they were born Lords of the Underworld.

Throughout history, congenital Yin Gods had appeared rarely, but each had become an unparalleled and invincible existence, defying the heavens with their demonic power. Few sacred forces in the world could destroy them.

Such malevolent spirits were born from an endless accumulation of corpses. Only the Underworld could possess such colossal mountains of bodies and seas of bones, amassed by tens of billions, making it possible for a congenital Yin God to be born.

This was the Yama of the current era!

That this Hall Master possessed such an origin sent shivers down everyone's spines once they fully understood. Such a being inherently represented reincarnation, capable of directly sending a person to the afterlife, bringing their life to an end.

"Heh heh..." he chuckled coldly, striding forward. Two eerie beams of light shot from his eyes, and wherever their spectral glow passed, swathes of heavenly soldiers and generals instantly turned into withered bones, their flesh, blood, and essence completely vanishing.

Ye Fan unleashed a punch, while two divine lights erupted from his Origin Heaven Immortal Pupils. They blazed with a brilliance that outshone the sun, moon, and stars, serving to suppress the enemy.

It had to be said, his ocular power was truly defying the heavens. Developed uniquely in this lifetime, surpassing anything seen before, it proved devastatingly effective against the Underworld's spectral soldiers.

The Yama Hall Master withstood the assault, but behind him, the sea-like legions of spectral soldiers and generals fell in droves. One ancient skeleton after another shattered under the holy power.

"Allow me!"

The old woodcutter stepped forward, blocking Ye Fan's path. This Yama was too terrifying; as a congenital Yin God who had also reached the peak of the Ninth Heaven Quasi-Emperor realm, who in this era could possibly suppress him? Even if the old man fought with his life, he might still perish without a decisive trump card.

With a resonant clang, the woodcutter's blade aura surged skyward, like a galaxy reversing its flow. The area was engulfed in a blinding white, and an icy killing intent vibrated throughout the vast starry expanse. The old woodcutter had made his move against the Yama of this era.

"All that exists is illusion; only death is true reality," the Yama Hall Master whispered, calm and steady. As he slowly moved his hands, the fabric of this heaven and earth instantly tore open, revealing mountains of corpses and seas of bones that encircled the universe.

Although the old woodcutter's blade aura was potent, it was absorbed into this world of death and dissolved. A hazy, spectral energy, like airborne bone dust, filled the air, chilling to the bone.

Skeleton after skeleton rose, devouring the blade aura and essence to strengthen themselves, then marched forward. This was truly a kingdom of death.

In this universe, every great star was transformed from a skull, radiating a dense aura of death. It was a desolate, silent realm, filled with chilling killing intent—a bizarre world that trapped a peerless master.

The old woodcutter's expression grew solemn, his gaze shifting as if ages had passed in an instant. He slowly pushed his woodcutter's blade forward; upon its edge, a new world was being forged. Primeval deities and other ancient beings surged forth from this newly opened primordial cosmos, wreaking havoc within the world of death.

"Roar..." A roar reverberated through the sea of withered bones.

The blade reached its zenith, tearing open heaven and earth, giving rise to sun, moon, and stars, and manifesting an entirely new grand universe. The old woodcutter wielded this nascent vitality to counter the Yama's kingdom of death.

Boom!

This was a grand clash of ultimate laws. Both worlds collapsed, stars exploded, and a massive disintegration occurred. Both combatants were sent flying.

Hanging galaxies turned to dust, and countless skull-stars disintegrated. In the end, only the two combatants remained, facing each other.

"Go to reincarnation!"

The Yama Hall Master's words were calm but chillingly cold. His eyes, hollow and vacant, suddenly shot forth two dull gray beams of light, radiating an intensely potent death aura that relentlessly stripped the vitality from that section of the starry sky.

In the distance, some individuals with slightly weaker cultivation instantly withered into bones, their flesh and blood shriveling into mummified remains.

The gray beams of death constructed a gate—a portal to reincarnation—intended to draw the old woodcutter in, to turn him into historical dust, and to end his life.

Thump, thump...

The old woodcutter swung his blade, and each descent of the woodcutter's tool produced a thunderous sound. Potent yang energy emanated, imprinting symbol after symbol into the void, guarding and suppressing this illusory heaven.

The Gate of Reincarnation exploded, failing to engulf the old woodcutter. However, both combatants were severely wounded, staggering backward, covered in blood.

Two peerless masters clashed, shaking the very fabric of the universe!

Meanwhile, Ye Fan was not idle. He unleashed a devastating, no-holds-barred attack, sweeping in all directions with earth-shattering force.

As his Origin Heaven Immortal Pupils swept across the area, all spectral spirits exploded into dust. Ye Fan's eyes blazed like twin torches, appearing exceptionally striking and dazzling in the cold expanse of the universe.

A contingent of Heavenly Court soldiers, meanwhile, recited the Human Salvation Sutra, and its effects were now evident. Runes filled the sky, suppressing the black, tide-like spectral army, which cried out in agony, unable to unleash its fierce lethality.

Ye Fan slew a powerful war slave, a pioneer on the path to becoming a Quasi-Emperor. He was killed by Ye Fan's Myriad Things Mother Qi Cauldron, transforming into a white bone imprint that merged into the cauldron's wall.

This battle made him keenly aware of the Underworld's terrifying power. He himself had nearly sustained minor injuries, and there was more than just one such war slave!

With tens of millions of years of accumulation, the Underworld certainly did not lack the corpses and bones of Quasi-Emperors. Buried in Yin graves and nurtured for hundreds of thousands of years, once reanimated and reshaped, they could once again manifest world-shaking divine might.

"Over there..."

The old man with yellow teeth cried out, signaling Ye Fan to assist on another battlefield. The bearded Quasi-Emperor was covered in blood, having sustained severe injuries during his grand confrontation with the Sun-Moon Divine General when ambushed by an Underworld war slave. He was clearly struggling.

Upon seeing Ye Fan approaching, the Sun-Moon Divine General's eyes widened, and his aura surged dramatically. His blood roared like a churning sea, a sun manifested above his head, and a celestial moon rotated behind his back. He stood like a divine demon.

"I'll take him!"

Ye Fan took the place of the bearded Quasi-Emperor, immediately unleashing a secret art from the Sun Immortal Scripture to counter his opponent's Great Sun Divine Fist. It was truly a clash of equals.

Crack!

Golden lightning danced and spread outwards from this central point, expanding across the entire universe. Anyone not of this caliber would have long since retreated, as resistance would be futile.

Pop, pop...

One star after another was struck by the golden lightning, exploding into brilliant, ephemeral bursts, like ghostly flowers blooming in the netherworld. They then instantly faded into eternal darkness and oblivion.

"You killed Kuntian; how utterly cruel was that outcome," the Sun-Moon Divine General said miserably.

"Cruel? Do you not find it childish to use such a word in a life-or-death battle?" Ye Fan calmly regarded him.

"It's not that *you* are cruel," the Sun-Moon Divine General chuckled sorrowfully, "but that it was too cruel for *him*. He didn't fall at the hands of the invincible Divine General at the peak of the Ninth Heaven in the Ancient Heavenly Court. Instead, he was slain by a Sixth Heaven descendant from a later generation—a fate simply too difficult to bear!"

"His death was not unjust. You will soon see whether dying by my hand is worth it!" Ye Fan glowed intensely, unleashing his full potential as he advanced. His colossal vital energy disturbed all heavens and myriad domains, and various phenomena manifested, swirling around him as he became the center of myriad immortal lights. He resembled a Heavenly Emperor descending upon the mortal realm!

"If we were at our peak, if we were in the primordial era, what could you possibly use to fight us?!" the Sun-Moon Divine General roared, his body expanding. He was filled with immense frustration, unable to unleash his full power from ancient times, feeling utterly helpless.

"If I had been born in the primordial era, you wouldn't exist. If we were in the same realm, there would be no need for battle at all!" Ye Fan's response was chillingly direct and ruthless, shattering the Sun-Moon Divine General's last vestiges of pride.

In truth, the Sun-Moon Divine General himself knew that this young man was far too powerful. If they truly fought at the same cultivation level and in the same generation, they were destined to become mere stepping stones on his path to emperorship.

He had witnessed two such individuals before; to be born in the same era as them was a tragedy, for no one could contend against them.

Yet, he found it genuinely difficult to accept this reality. He, who had once been an ancient Fated Deity, one of the Eight Generals who commanded the world, and had awed the entire Primordial Era, leaving behind a renowned name in history—was his glorious legacy truly destined to end like this?!

They had once been invincible under heaven, adorned with glory, with the entire world prostrating at their feet. They were the greatest heroes of that era!

But now, their time was drawing to a close...

Their pride and dignity, etched into ancient history and shining for eons, had never conceived of such a day: that a young master from a later generation would extinguish all their glory, causing them to depart in obscurity, ending them all!

"Kill!"

The Sun-Moon Divine General erupted, his blood burning throughout his body, his soul surging, and his forehead cracking. He disregarded all costs, willing to die immediately after the battle, as long as it was a glorious fight and not a humiliating defeat.

The outcome was already decided; there was no suspense.

Within that grand manifestation, an Immortal King sat cross-legged as a golden forbidden sea boiled. A powerful figure stood tall, tearing the Sun-Moon Divine General in two. Blood splattered, and the figure advanced, bathed in gore, like a supreme demon lord.

"Everything I was belonged to the Primordial Era; I should never have returned to this world..."