91: Chapter 91 Eight Thousand Chaos Swords Descend Upon the World, the Entire Globe Kneels in Worship Towards the East!

Upper Heavens, a vast and boundless starry continent.

Violent interstellar gales tore at the mottled bronze battle flags.

Jiang Kunlun coughed up pale golden divine blood, kneeling heavily on one knee upon the cracked white jade plaza.

Beside him, Ji Xuance had lost half an arm, yet he straightened his back, staring fixedly ahead.

The stardust slowly parted.

At the very front stood a sacred and desolate phantom.

With a human head and snake body, her whole body was surrounded by the five-colored origin of molding earth to create life and refining stones to mend the heavens.

Her compassionate eyes seemed capable of seeing through the ages; with every breath, she stirred up storms of vitality across the starry continent.

Behind her, several terrifying figures stood silently like clay statues, their auras heavy enough to crush the galaxy.

On the left, a burly giant clad in animal skins carried a pale yellow bow that seemed capable of shooting down stars, his thick knuckles digging deep into his flesh.

On the right, a disheveled savage leaned on a rough giant wooden staff with one hand, his eyes like torches, surging with the rolling heat waves of chasing the great sun within his body.

Further back were even more bizarre and terrifying existences.

A headless war god with a bare torso used his breasts as angry eyes and his navel as a bloody mouth, holding a giant axe inverted, his battle intent tearing through the sky.

And on the clouds even higher up, three old men clad in Taiji Bagua Taoist robes sat cross-legged, their aura deep as an abyss, like three cosmic paths leading to the same destination.

No one spoke, but the murderous aura that had condensed twenty thousand years of blood and tears dropped the temperature of the entire starry continent to freezing point.

"Found it."

Jiang Kunlun spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with visceral fragments, his voice raspy from extreme excitement, "The Heaven Mender... has been found."

The woman with the human head and snake body tilted her head slightly, her gaze piercing through thousands of plane barriers, looking far away toward the Blue Star in the East, which was wrapped in thick data haze.

She remained silent, only her snake tail swimming slowly in the void, creating ripples of fate.

...

Demon Realm, twenty-six thousand level forbidden area [Divine Court Ruins].

A flash of scarlet sword light severed the heads of thirty thousand aberrant star skeleton beasts.

Jiang Feng stepped on the mountain-like pile of dark matter debris, his breathing rhythm not even faltering once.

Three whole days and three nights.

Since killing the World King's messenger, he hadn't left this map for a single step, turning this high-dimensional secret realm—which was enough to make the Upper Heavens wary—into a slaughterhouse where even the system's refresh mechanism started reporting errors.

[Ding! Killed Lv26000 Star Abyss Overlord, experience points have been deposited into the max-level overflow pool!]

[Ding! Infinite-grade · Pangu Plunder triggered, plundered 500 trillion free attribute points!]

[Ding! Killed Lv26000 high-dimensional aberrant entity...]

...

Dense system notification sounds frantically washed over his retina.

In the distance, a mysterious and vast summoning faintly arrived.

The source of that fluctuation pointed directly to the barrier at the end of this forbidden area—the ninety-thousand level map [Divine Court Ruins].

Jiang Feng had sensed this well-intentioned summons more than once, but he stopped before the boundary line, his toes not crossing even half an inch.

His current panel could be called 'extremely' explosive.

Even if he broke into the ninety-thousand level restricted map, he had a ninety-nine percent certainty of escaping unscathed.

But that wasn't enough.

Jiang Feng's eyes were unusually calm.

The car accident in his past life made him understand that so-called 99% safety was a joke in the face of fate.

From that day on, "probability" didn't exist in his dictionary.

Without 100% absolute suppression, any risk was just suicide.

Firepower shortage phobia must be cured.

He wanted to solidify his foundation in this safe zone until the system crashed, and stack his health bar to a level that would make high-dimensional gods despair at a single glance!

"Check the loot."

Jiang Feng opened the panel behind him.

After three days and three nights of hardcore grinding, the data in the experience point overflow pool had turned into gibberish (+ 9685324000%).

(Friendly reminder: For those with awkwardness syndrome, please come here: 9.6 billion%).

Equipment drops were a complete collapse.

Treasures of the 6 to 7-color level were stacked like cabbages in a wholesale market, totaling 3 million pieces.

And the chaos black gold grade equipment, which the outside world of Blue Star worshipped as divine, had burst forth 360,000 pieces.

Jiang Feng raised his hand to activate the material laws of the "Codex of All Creation", his powerful spiritual force acting like a filter; with a wave of his hand, he weeded out 29,000 pieces of defense, accessories, and other miscellaneous items from the 360,000 chaos black gold equipment.

Then, from the remaining sea of equipment, he precisely picked out 7,000 flying swords with the most violent attributes.

Adding the 1,000 he had previously retained, a full eight thousand chaos black gold flying swords hummed and arrayed in the void.

Jiang Feng narrowed his eyes, calculating in his mind: "All gathered."

This "Codex of All Creation" required top-tier materials as a carrier.

These eight thousand flying swords were the foundation of his survival, his means to sweep away everything and blast through the heavens.

It was time to be a bit more flamboyant.

Otherwise, some people would never know, until their deaths, what the two words "Jiang Feng" truly meant.

Jiang Feng spread his five fingers and pressed down fiercely.

"Go."

...

Blue Star, it was noon.

The sky darkened without warning.

It wasn't dark clouds obscuring the sun, but the entire firmament being torn apart.

Eight thousand chaos black gold flying swords, each a hundred feet long, carried terrifying pressure capable of crushing a planet as they crashed through the dimensional barrier between reality and the Demon Realm.

They didn't attack indiscriminately, but hovered in a ring in the stratosphere of Blue Star's outer space, arranged in a strictly murderous sword formation.

The sword tips pointed directly at the surface!

The chaos airflow flowing on each sword sliced the "data haze" (colorless holy light) that originally sealed the periphery of the Earth into pieces.

The sound of the swords hummed like a great bell, vibrating wildly in the depths of the souls of the eight billion people on Earth.

This was a catastrophe-level narrative without smoke.

The entire sky turned into pure black and gold, even the sunlight was forced back by the sword intent.

After ten seconds of dead silence on the world channel, the barrage exploded at light speed:

"Holy shit! Did the sky leak? Is that a sword? That's a planet-destroying ship!"

"Eight thousand... all chaos black gold grade! Did Divine Venerable Qingfeng rob the system's backend code?!"

"Basic operation, don't be surprised, it's just Divine Venerable Qingfeng's daily stocking. Who dares to look up? My dog eyes are almost blinded by the sword intent!"

"This isn't playing a game; Godfather has hung eight thousand Swords of Damocles over our heads!"

"Stop talking, I'm already kneeling on the road kowtowing. As long as Godfather doesn't slip, I'm willing to burn incense every day!"

...

Dongjiang City, Tianshu Dragon Garden.

In the secret courtyard, the highest level of China stared fixedly at the sky outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Xiao Zhenjiang's hands were shaking, the purple clay cup he held clattering against the saucer: "Eight thousand Chaos Supreme Treasures... He alone, in three days, drained the foundation of a high-dimensional world."

Li Yan swallowed, feeling his scalp tingle: "If this sword formation falls, Blue Star won't last a second before turning into cosmic dust. The Divine Venerable isn't just intimidating foreign enemies; he is drawing his sword against that 'Heaven'."

Zhang Changlin and Jiang Shuyun looked at each other, seeing complete submission in each other's eyes.

In the face of absolute violent numerical value, any business war, power struggle, or military strategy was as ridiculous as kindergarten games.

...

At the same time, in the small courtyard of the Jiang family villa.

Jiang Jianguo held a watering can, looking at the dense sword shadows in the sky, smiling until the wrinkles on his face bloomed: "Old woman, look, Feng'er made this quite impressive. It's pitch black, like the dried cured meat we used to hang under the eaves at home."

Liu Cuilan rolled her eyes at him, full of pride: "What dried cured meat, that's our son's capability! This is called bringing honor to one's ancestors!"

And outside the towering iron gates of the Dragon Garden manor.

The group of big shots who were dressed in security uniforms but were actually the country's top financial tycoons and political figures were now kneeling on the lawn in disarray.

Lin Zhenbang, the richest man in the capital, lay on the ground, his suit soaked in cold sweat; he looked at the sky, his lips blue as he kowtowed repeatedly.

He only felt that the wisest and most correct decision he had ever made in his life was to run to the Jiang family and serve as a security guard for Jiang Feng.

...

On the other side of the ocean, the highest-level bomb shelter of the Beacon Country.

Commander Wilson looked at the huge black gold flying sword hovering directly above the White House on the holographic screen, the destruction laws spitting from the sword tip making the underground nuclear blast-proof layer groan under the unbearable weight.

"Bang!" Wilson smashed the red nuclear button box in front of him into pieces.

"Defend against what!"

Wilson, like a trapped beast pushed to the brink, roared at the communicator, "Immediately connect to the holographic international conference! Drag those idiots from Gao Li, Fusang, and Europa in!"

One minute later, the holographic projections of the heads of more than thirty top countries around the world gathered together.

No arguing, no probing.

"Gentlemen, if we don't submit, we die." Wilson's eyes were red, "We can't beat him, we absolutely cannot beat him! China's Divine Venerable Qingfeng is no longer a human; he is a god who dominates the universe! Eight thousand Chaos Supreme Treasures washing the ground, he alone could wipe all our civilizations from the Earth ten thousand times over!"

"I propose."

Wilson took a deep breath, his tone humble to the bone:

"Completely lift all combat readiness! Inventory all the foundation materials in the national treasury, and transport them to China overnight! Completely bow down and submit! From today on, our Beacon Country voluntarily honors China above all, and we will be on good terms forever! The national language will immediately begin full implementation of Dragon Script!"

The representative of the Gao Li Country chaebol knelt before the projection with a thud, crying and wailing: "Commander is wise! Broaden the perspective! We in Gao Li have long wanted to acknowledge our ancestors!"

The Prime Minister of the Fusang Country nodded frantically, his forehead banging against the tabletop: "China is supreme! May all nations come to pay homage! We will hand over all secret realm mining rights, only begging Divine Venerable Qingfeng to leave us a path to survival!"

In less than five minutes, a meeting that decided the new order of Blue Star ended in extreme fear and humbleness.

The once arrogant Western nations prepared all their family wealth overnight, only praying to be able to attach themselves to China and seek a place of shelter.

...

The phenomenon did not end there.

Almost at the exact same moment that the eight thousand flying swords hovered in the air and the sword intent shattered the haze around Blue Star.

Eight billion people around the world, whether they were on the streets of reality or deep in a Demon Realm dungeon, suddenly felt their legs go soft uncontrollably.

"Thump! Thump! Thump —"

Like ten thousand acres of wheat waves collapsing,

Billions of living beings, uncontrolled by their will, involuntarily knelt down toward the eastern firmament.