Chapter 1795: Suppressing the Heavenly Openers

The Creation Race's gaze fell upon Qin Mu and the Coffin of Buried Paths. Qin Mu had arrived before them, not only earlier but also bringing the Coffin of Buried Paths with him.

The Coffin of Buried Paths was created by the First Young Master, Tai Shang, to suppress Tai Yi.

It was likely that after Qin Mu arrived, he woke up Dong Yang and the others, then persuaded Dong Yang to place the Heavenly Emperor's physical body, the paralyzed man, into the Coffin of Buried Paths.

Qin Mu was very familiar with the obelisks, having visited them many times. Coupled with the Creation Race and Tai Yi being delayed on their journey, Qin Mu was able to get here first and make preparations.

"Young Master Chaos, you are truly persistent and never give up."

The smiling man, Shi Jing, said, "You've experienced our Dao arts; you should know you're not our match. Not just you, but even Young Master Wuji is no match for us. What if you put the leader in the coffin? Defeating you, opening the coffin, and retrieving the leader is not difficult for us Creation Race members."

"If you want to defeat the Seventh Young Master, you'll have to defeat me first."

The woman beside them stopped pounding clothes, stood up, and, with her washing bat held majestically on her shoulder, declared, "Heavenly Capital's Creation Race, you've become twisted monsters! You are not welcome to run wild here!"

"You'll have to defeat me first too!"

The old woman stood up, trembling, and said, "Though I've had few encounters with the Seventh Young Master and have heard of his notorious reputation, compared to the utterly evil Seventh Young Master, I find you people far more intolerable!"

"And me, Zhu Santong!"

The pig hanging upside down from the tree at the village entrance suddenly broke free, transformed into a burly man upon landing, and strode forward, sneering, "I've always been opposed to the Mi Luo Palace and scoff at these so-called Young Masters, wanting to spit on their faces the moment I see them. But the Seventh Young Master is an anomaly among the Mi Luo Palace, and I find him rather agreeable. You, on the other hand, I can't stand! If you want to deal with the Seventh Young Master, you'll have to step over my dead body!"

"Alright," the smiling man, Shi Jing, laughed heartily, his face remaining expressionless.

"You'll have to defeat me too."

The old man, Dong Yang, said faintly, "Ling asked me to come here to protect the Heavenly Emperor's body and ensure no one harms it. I admire Ling as much as I admire the Heavenly Emperor. What I promised her, I must fulfill. Even if I was once a member of the Heavenly Capital's Creation Race, even if I was one of you, I will still stop you."

The young girl sighed, slid down from the tree, and complained, "Yaya doesn't admire the Seventh Young Master, nor does she know the Heavenly Emperor, and she's completely unaware of your grievances. However, during the time Yaya was imprisoned, she became good friends with Zhu Santong and Dong Yang. Since good friends have to fight against you, Yaya can only reluctantly join in. When you step over Yaya's body later, please be gentle."

The smiling man, Shi Jing, sighed, "You are all sick. Your minds are ill and need treatment."

Zhu Santong cursed loudly, "You're the one who's sick, your whole family is sick! All your brains are rotten!"

The Creation Race members ignored his insults. Though they had strayed from their path, their mastery of the Dao Heart was incredibly powerful. They simply regarded Zhu Santong and the others as patients in need of treatment.

This only made them more terrifying.

"Brother Tai Yi, do you wish to become the Heavenly Emperor, or return to being yourself?" Qin Mu suddenly asked.

Tai Yi remained silent. The gazes of the thirty-five Creation Race members also fell upon him. The smiling man, Shi Jing, said, "Leader, you are sick. Only by returning to your identity as the Heavenly Emperor will you be cured."

Tai Yi sighed and asked, "Fellow Daoist Mu, will you turn me into the Heavenly Emperor?"

Qin Mu shook his head. "No. The first time I entered the Mi Luo Palace to see its master, my teacher told me to be wary of Tai Yi. I doubted his words then, thinking he was lying. But later, I understood: he wasn't warning me about you, but about the Heavenly Emperor. For you, Brother Dao, I only feel admiration and respect. As Tai Yi, you were the reclusive master who protected the Seventeenth Epoch for six billion years. But if you become the Heavenly Emperor, you might become the one who destroys the Seventeenth Epoch."

Tai Yi fell silent.

After a long pause, he opened his eyes, smiled, and said, "I understand. You may proceed."

A sharp glint flashed in Qin Mu's eyes. Suddenly, the Primordial Grand Qi activated, instantly forming countless Primordial runes within his body, arranged in an unusual array!

In that instant, he appeared like a tall, majestic obelisk!

Among the obelisk forest created by the First Young Master, Tai Shang, one obelisk had been sent out of the Filthy Field by Qin Mu, transported to the Ancestral Court, and destroyed by Empress Dowager.

With the obelisk forest incomplete, it could not exert its full suppressive power.

However, Qin Mu had extensively studied the obelisks. Each time he entered the forest, he used Primordial runes to simulate an obelisk and integrate into the formation.

This time, he transformed his body into an obelisk, using the same method that the First Young Master, Tai Shang, had used previously to enter the forest and transform into an obelisk to suppress Dong Yang and others.

The obelisk forest roared to life. In an instant, the obelisks glowed brightly, countless runes emerged, and the formation left by the First Young Master, Tai Shang, began to operate!

The thirty-five Creation Race members moved their feet, their figures shifting. Their reaction speed was incredibly fast; as Qin Mu activated the obelisk forest's suppressive power, they simultaneously activated the Creation Altar's formation!

At the same time, the old man Dong Yang, Zhu Santong, the young girl, the woman, and the old woman all attacked the thirty-five Creation Race members, attempting to disrupt their formation!

They raced against time. It would take time for Qin Mu to fully activate the obelisk forest's suppressive power. They had to block the Creation Race before then, preventing them from unleashing the full might of the altar formation!

This was the strategy Qin Mu had devised with them.

The Creation Race possessed a combined attack technique capable of directly confronting the Mi Luo Palace Young Masters, and even severely injuring the Second Young Master, Wuji, in the Great Abyss of Gui Xu!

The Second Young Master, Wuji, likely possessed strength even greater than the First Young Master, Tai Shang. Although she was bound by red rope knots, severely injuring her was still incredibly difficult.

Given that the thirty-five Creation Race members could severely injure her in her birthplace, the Great Abyss of Gui Xu, and then escape from Gui Xu, Qin Mu already considered these thirty-five Creation Race members to be on par with the Young Masters!

Activating the obelisk forest required time, and activating the Creation Altar formation also required time. Whoever seized the initiative now had a chance to win!

Beneath the feet of the thirty-five Creation Race members, the illusory image of the Creation Altar rose. These thirty-five individuals, as if connected by a single mind, activated the Creation Altar formation with unimaginable speed!

Zhu Santong charged fiercely, wielding his mace and smashing it onto the head of one of the Creation Race members. Blood immediately gushed out.

The Creation Race member's head split open like a blooming flower, petals spreading apart. His face was divided in half, resting on two cracked skull fragments, yet he grinned, a sight that sent shivers down the spine.

Zhu Santong was startled, thinking, "He's not dead yet?"

Behind the Creation Race member with the split head, a large drum rose, thrumming with a booming sound. Zhu Santong coughed up blood, and as the drum reverberated eighteen times in quick succession, Zhu Santong was torn into pieces.

The young girl's body spun, and the Dao fruit from her Dao tree whizzed out. The Dao fruit rotated, and from within it, thousands of needles and threads shot forth, piercing the physical body and primordial spirit of a Creation Race member.

The young girl reached out, grasped the threads, and pulled hard. However, the Creation Race member did not shatter into pieces as she had expected.

Startled, the young girl was about to abandon the threads and retreat when the Creation Race member suddenly turned to look at her, a vertical eye opening between his brows, sweeping its gaze.

*Hiss, hiss, hiss*, countless tender bamboo shoots burst out from within the young girl's body, growing wildly, piercing through her and impaling her onto a bamboo grove.

"Dao tree and Dao fruit are long obsolete," the Creation Race member stated calmly.

At the same time, the woman engaged in close combat, swinging her washing bat. As the bat moved, a vibrant aura immediately shot up from the ancient well behind her!

Her strength was immense, no weaker than Dong Yang's. The ancient well from which she frequently drew water for washing was where her Great Dao resided. In her own cosmic epoch, she had been a highly remarkable figure!

However, she was met by the attacks of three Creation Race members. The moment the woman launched her move, she was severely wounded by them and sent flying backward.

"How can they also possess such strange divine arts? Such bizarre Great Daos?"

Her mind reeled. She had never seen the divine arts of those three Creation Race members, and the Great Daos they employed were utterly foreign to her, causing her to be severely injured immediately.

On the other side, the old woman and old man Dong Yang were also simultaneously counterattacked and encircled by the Creation Race.

During the Seventh Epoch, the old man Dong Yang ranked third in Heavenly Capital City, trailing only the Heavenly Emperor and the mysterious Ling. He was also a Creation Race member, once renowned alongside the First Young Master, Tai Shang.

He believed he understood the Dao arts and divine powers of these thirty-five Creation Race members. However, to his surprise, the Dao arts and divine powers of the Creation Race members from back then were completely different from those of today's Creation Race members!

There was no trace of their original Dao arts and divine powers in these thirty-five Creation Race members!

*Bang! Bang!*

He was sent flying backward, his physical body tearing apart in mid-air, his mind in a state of bewilderment.

He could no longer comprehend the Creation Race's divine powers.

On the other side, the old woman was defeated almost simultaneously, a Creation Race member stepping on her face and mercilessly moving in for the kill.

At that moment, Qin Mu activated the obelisk forest's formation, pointing a finger!

That Creation Race member's body shook violently, his magic power completely suppressed. He suddenly flew backward with a whoosh.

His physical body crashed into the nearest obelisk, his body and primordial spirit merging into the stone, trapped within it.

Qin Mu shifted his position, and the entire obelisk forest changed its formation, with colossal stone monuments constantly moving. Qin Mu pointed a second finger, and another Creation Race member flew backward, landing in the second obelisk!

The other Creation Race members rushed towards Qin Mu. Qin Mu moved around the Coffin of Buried Paths, shaking his sleeve. Another Creation Race member shrieked, whistling away and landing in the third obelisk.

The smiling man, Shi Jing, swayed, activating the Creation Altar formation. The other Creation Race members' bodies and primordial spirits suddenly transformed, merging with his own, causing his physical body and primordial spirit to swell dramatically, like a giant creating heaven and earth!

Although three Creation Race members had been suppressed by Qin Mu, making the Creation Altar formation incomplete, Qin Mu's cultivation had not reached the Young Master level, so Shi Jing was still confident he could break through the obelisk forest!

Just then, a large axe cleaved down from behind, splitting apart the thirty-two individuals who were about to merge!

The thirty-two Creation Race members immediately flew outwards, each landing separately, and the formation was instantly broken!

Seizing the opportunity, Qin Mu activated the obelisk forest, forcibly driving one Creation Race member after another into the obelisks for suppression.

"Leader, you truly are sick!"

The smile on Shi Jing's face finally changed, twisting as he said to Tai Yi, "You need to be cured..."

Qin Mu mustered his remaining magic power and flicked his sleeve. The smiling man, Shi Jing, flew backward and landed in the thirty-fifth obelisk.

Qin Mu was panting heavily. The obelisk forest continued to drain his magic power, making it difficult to bear, while the faces of the thirty-five Creation Race members were pressed against the obelisks' mirror-like surfaces, their eyes gazing at him eerily, waiting to see when he would finally collapse.

Activating such a massive obelisk forest consumed an immense amount of Qin Mu's magic power. At the same time, he had to maintain his own form, transforming his vital qi into Primordial runes to fill the gap of the missing obelisk.

While sealing thirty-five Creation Race members in one go was truly astonishing, it also completely depleted Qin Mu's magic power.

"Young Master Chaos, just as before, you remain a reckless brute who never considers the consequences of his actions."

The smiling man, Shi Jing's, face was pressed against the obelisk's mirror-like surface, his eyes devoid of emotion. His voice echoed from within the obelisk: "You won't last much longer. When that happens, we will break free. Everything you've done will be in vain."

Qin Mu suddenly sat cross-legged. Behind him, the Chaos Palace appeared, and the World Tree flew up, descending into the Chaos Palace to draw energy from the long rivers within it, replenishing his spent reserves.

"If I want to suppress you, I can suppress you thoroughly!"

No sooner had Qin Mu uttered this defiant statement than Tai Yi's large hand rested on his shoulder.