Chapter 431: Concealing Eleven Nations, Golden Body One Zhang Six

Qilin Zang was currently in human form, wearing dragon armor, standing proudly atop the glowing silhouette of a Qilin. The Qilin silhouette, the size of a mountain, advanced step by step towards the South Gate, nearing Chan Hai Guan Wu.

His eyes were sharp and piercing, and above his head hovered the supreme artifact, the Night Emperor Silver Moon.

Without a trace of fear or disdain, Qilin Zang met Chan Hai Guan Wu's gaze: "Mist Emperor, how spirited you were when you slew the Flying Dragon, your name reverberating throughout Yingzhou. Two thousand eight hundred years later, Zang, the son of the Flying Dragon, has returned for vengeance."

The Phoenix Nest hovered mid-air, appearing as vast as a planet, more magnificent than even Lingxiao City, its emanating iridescent glow enveloping a thousand miles of land.

Qīngluán, in human form, stood upon the Phoenix Nest, her green robes picturesque: "Where is Yu Yaozi? She cannot be allowed to escape, or the consequences will be endless."

At this moment, all the supernaturals present profoundly realized the consequences of not eradicating the root cause.

Two thousand eight hundred years ago, Qilin Zang escaped, and upon his return, he overturned the entire Lingxiao ecosystem.

Today, they would slay Chan Hai Guan Wu and destroy Lingxiao City. But who dared bet that Yu Yaozi wouldn't be able to re-form her Nirvana Celestial Elixir and return a millennium later to settle scores with each of them?

Chan Hai Guan Wu's flesh and blood rapidly regenerated. Alone with her sword, her aura was unparalleled: "The battle is not over yet; who lives and who dies remains to be seen."

"Mist Emperor, what spirit! May I ask, where did you go during the years you were away?" Mountain Lord Huohuo, a golden tiger with the bloodline of an ancient immortal beast, was the leader of Lingxiao ecosystem's four great demon kings.

Chan Hai Guan Wu did not respond.

"Roar!"

Inside the city, atop the Phoenix Pavilion, the Ghost Banner fluttered in the Celestial Law Earth Spring.

After absorbing enough spiritual energy, the Ghost Banner unleashed a howling Yin wind and pervasive ghostly aura.

From within the ghostly mist, a massive Yin Ghost Warrior emerged.

It had a ram's head, wore armor, wielded a war halberd, and exuded an overwhelming aura of icy coldness. At this moment, the Third Palace Lord was in command.

The Demon Prince frowned, "The Moya Ghost God Banner has actually fallen into your hands. It seems my Imperial Uncle has perished."

That Moya Ghost God was powerful, but beings of their caliber—the Demon Prince, Qilin Zang, Lord Lan, the Second Palace Lord, Qīngluán, and Mountain Lord Huohuo—had no fear.

The Second Palace Lord was well aware of Chan Hai Guan Wu's true condition: "Mist Master, your internal organs must be shattered, aren't they? The spiritual energy within you is chaotic. Can you still suppress those two Nirvana Celestial Elixirs that don't belong to you? Your disciple is certain you're on the verge of exploding, barely maintaining control through sheer mental power."

Lord Lan held a yellow clay lamp, and behind him stood five deceased supernaturals, forming a battle array, with a glowing sea of corpses beneath their feet.

At this moment, he feared nothing in the world: "Let's act. After dealing with her, we still need to destroy the Snow Sword Tang Estate, the Zuoqiu Clan, and the Leixiao Sect. Those countless sects also possess many treasures and immense accumulated wealth."

Chan Hai Guan Wu stepped forward, her Void Sword hovering above her head. Vast Buddhist chants echoed within her, infinite Buddhist light radiated from beneath her feet, and golden lotus flowers bloomed across the land.

She said, "Xian Min, you think you understand your master very well, but do you truly? When your master was conquering the world, you hadn't even been born. You still have much to learn."

"I also cultivate the 'Void Art,' Master. Bluster is useless," said the Second Palace Lord.

Chan Hai Guan Wu swept her gaze across all the supernaturals present and the supreme artifacts suspended in the air: "Since everyone is here, this battle officially begins now. No one shall escape. Today, I, the Emperor, will only stop after I have slain all supernaturals, forging a clear and bright cosmos, and carving out a brand new future."

"The soil of the Cloud Heaven Immortal Plains can only suppress the world for another three thousand years after drinking its fill of supernatural blood."

Her words were firm and resonated clearly.

That confidence and determination made all the supernaturals present, who had thought the situation was decided, become cautious.

Qilin Zang subtly lowered the Night Emperor Silver Moon, drawing it closer to his body. The Demon Prince activated his three immortal gates, spiritual energy circulating within him. The light from Lord Lan's lamp became even more dazzling. The Phoenix Nest rapidly shrank in size, yet its radiance grew even more blinding.

The four characters "Chan Hai Guan Wu" were highly deterrent.

Grand Historian was severely wounded and near death, the sea of psychic stars in his spiritual realm burning to sustain the Immortal Plains Array.

Both his person and his psychic energy were at their limits, like a lamp running out of oil.

He stared at Chan Hai Guan Wu's proud figure, standing alone against numerous powerful enemies in the distance. Gradually, that figure overlapped with the image of his master in his memory—equally spirited, equally disdainful of the world.

Grand Historian was extremely weak, muttering, "She's back... Master, she's really back!"

"Xian Min, do you think internal organs are your master's weakness? Have you ever heard that the five zang organs and six fu organs are the eleven nations of the human body?"

"The abdomen holds eleven nations."

Chan Hai Guan Wu let out a loud shout, and her entire being suddenly soared upwards, radiating brilliant Buddhist light. Her internal organs all emitted waves of Buddhist chants, like eleven Buddhist kingdoms, within which countless monks were reciting scriptures.

Golden patterns appeared on her flesh and skin.

The Demon Prince and Qilin Zang were the first to notice something was wrong; Chan Hai Guan Wu's aura was rapidly escalating.

The two attacked from left and right like streaks of light.

Chan Hai Guan Wu extended both palms simultaneously, catching their incoming punch and claw.

"Boom!"

World-destroying energy erupted between the three, sweeping across the entire Cloud Heaven Immortal Plains. The ground continuously sank, and numerous cracks spread outwards.

All the supernaturals were startled and retreated repeatedly.

If they were too close, they would be injured by the aftershocks.

The Demon Prince's eyes were filled with disbelief. The full-force attack he and Qilin Zang unleashed together had actually been caught by Chan Hai Guan Wu.

Not only did she catch it, but her physical body was also completely unharmed.

"Golden body... sixteen feet tall."

Chan Hai Guan Wu's body glowed with increasingly brilliant golden light. Amidst the vast Buddhist chants of the eleven nations, her body grew taller and taller, reaching a height of sixteen feet, as if cast from pure gold.

Even her hair was golden.

The Demon Prince and Qilin Zang felt an irresistible surge of power pressing down on them. They were continuously forced back by Chan Hai Guan Wu, completely unable to hold their ground.

"The abdomen holding eleven nations, a golden body sixteen feet tall. This isn't an Imperial Art, it's an Immortal Art, definitely a physical Immortal Art. Quickly, use the supreme artifacts; only supreme artifacts can break her golden body." The Second Palace Lord's face paled slightly as a deep-seated awe, buried in her bloodline, resurfaced.

Lord Lan unleashed his yellow clay lamp, activated to its utmost. Its soul-capturing power and fiery radiance surged, its supreme mystical might dominating, incinerating the ground wherever it flew, turning it into a river of molten lava.

Qīngluán controlled the Phoenix Nest, pressing it down.

Chan Hai Guan Wu flung Qilin Zang away, sending him crashing towards the Phoenix Nest.

Qīngluán quickly converted her offensive power into defensive power, using thirteen layers of light barriers to catch Qilin Zang.

The Demon Prince's hand was firmly gripped by Chan Hai Guan Wu, unable to break free. He quickly threw another punch.

"Thump!"

Before his fist could land, Chan Hai Guan Wu's golden Buddhist palm struck his head, forcing his neck to sink into his torso, leaving only his head hanging on his shoulders.

The Demon Prince possessed a protective supreme treasure; even so, his consciousness grew hazy, and blood streamed from his seven orifices.

"Thump!"

Chan Hai Guan Wu delivered another palm strike to his chest. His armor completely shattered, his upper body spurted blood and flesh, and he was sent flying like a cannonball.

The next instant, she neither dodged nor avoided, colliding with the yellow clay lamp with her sixteen-foot golden body.

With a loud boom, the yellow clay lamp flew off at an angle.

Lord Lan felt bewildered, having never imagined that anyone could break the attack of a supreme artifact in such a way. This was a supreme artifact; even Martial Emperors would not dare to take its blows head-on with their physical bodies.

"Oh no!"

In Lord Lan's eyes, the sixteen-foot-tall Chan Hai Guan Wu rapidly grew larger, now at close range.

"I possess the corpse of an ancient Heavenly Emperor; how could I fear you?"

The orchid mark on Lord Lan's brow flickered. The surrounding void was filled with floating orchid petals, each adorned with scriptures. He, along with the five deceased supernaturals behind him, formed a battle array and collectively unleashed a mysterious Daoist art.

"Boom!"

Chan Hai Guan Wu's palm strike pierced through the Daoist art, then she launched seven consecutive strikes. Each palm sent the six deceased supernaturals, including Lord Lan, exploding backward.

The eighth palm strike tore through the battle array, followed by five loud thumps.

All five deceased supernaturals, except for Lord Lan, were utterly obliterated.

Too terrifying!

Lord Lan was an overlord of a vast land in the Realm of the Departed, which allowed him to summon nearly ten supernaturals. Each of these supernaturals was a ruler of thousands of miles of territory in the Realm, yet today they were instantly wiped out.

It was imaginable that the southeastern part of the Realm of the Departed would soon plunge into great chaos, experiencing a shift in power between old and new forces.

Upon seeing this, the Four Extremes Ape King turned and fled, his heart pounding like a drum, terrified out of his mind. He regretted ascending to the Cloud Heaven Immortal Plains so quickly, wishing he had spent more time attacking the Nanyan Pass.

"I said, none of you shall leave."

Chan Hai Guan Wu seized the Void Sword hovering above her head, caught up to the Four Extremes Ape King, and, suspended in mid-air, cleaved open a River of the Underworld, severing the ape king's hill-sized head.

The supernatural's fresh blood cascaded to the ground like a waterfall.

The technique of "the abdomen holding eleven nations, a golden body sixteen feet tall" was unleashed by borrowing Yu Yaozi's Nirvana Buddhist Elixir and the residual Emperor's power within her own bones, making it unsustainable for long periods.

Therefore, she had to wait for all the enemies to gather and then deal with them all in a very short amount of time.

She absolutely had to use today's battle to clear out the surroundings of the Lingxiao ecosystem. Only in this way would humanity have a chance to win, and the ecosystem would not be reduced to a rice field realm, a demon nation, or a realm of the departed.

Qilin Zang unleashed the full supreme power of the Night Emperor Silver Moon. The silver moon spun outwards, and silver scriptures transformed into an ocean.

Even a Martial Emperor, without using a supreme artifact, would have to temporarily evade this strike.

"Boom!"

Chan Hai Guan Wu strode forward and cleaved her sword towards the incoming Night Emperor Silver Moon, being pushed back over ten miles by its supreme power. After steadying herself, she spun, evading the Night Emperor Silver Moon.

The next instant, she transformed into a golden streak of light, tore through the air, and cleaved her sword into Qilin Zang.

The dragon armor on Qilin Zang was his primary artifact; the Night Emperor Silver Moon was borrowed. The dragon armor erupted with ten thousand dragon silhouettes, confronting the Void Sword head-on.

"Thump!"

The ten thousand dragon silhouettes were annihilated, the dragon armor was pierced by the Void Sword, and Qilin Zang's blood splattered as he plummeted heavily towards the ground.

The ground was smashed into a one-mile-diameter crater. Qilin Zang knelt at the bottom of the pit, looking up.

He saw the Phoenix Nest pierced by a straight golden beam of light ascending upwards. At the apex of this golden light, Chan Hai Guan Wu cleaved her sword towards Qīngluán, who was spreading her wings, attempting to escape.

"Splish!"

Blood stained the sky. Qīngluán's massive body was split into two, and a high-pitched wail escaped her mouth.

Even the barrier of the Immortal Plains was cleaved open by this sword strike.

One half of Qīngluán's body fell onto the Immortal Plains, while the other half plummeted down the cliff below the Immortal Plains.

Dongyu Pass.

Xia Jin blocked the charging Ash Spirit supernatural. Looking towards the blood-red sky in the distance, she saw half of Qīngluán's corpse falling and her mind was greatly shaken.

Master Guan puffed out his chest and declared, "Do you see now? Do you believe your Senior Martial Uncle? How does your cultivation compare to Qīngluán's? Your Senior Martial Uncle doesn't want to see you all die. The Mist Emperor's return is destined to be a great slaughter. The Emperor's Sword will drive all supernaturals into the shadows, never again daring to stir up trouble in the light of day and harm the common people."