32: A sword that could topple the heavens

Deep within the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, a blood-colored pillar of light shot up into the sky, dyeing the entire firmament dark red.

Shen Ni stood atop a ten-thousand-foot Bone Platform, the vicious Evil Qi surrounding him condensing into substance, transforming into countless hideous beastly shadows roaring in the Void Realm.

"The myriad races of the Primordial World are but ants!"

His voice exploded like thunder, shaking the mountains until they collapsed.

The Four Great Vicious Beast Kings surrounded the Bone Platform, while hundreds of millions of Vicious Beasts prostrated in the valley like a tide.

Shen Ni reached out and grabbed, tearing the Void Realm apart with his bare hands.

Through the crack, the phantom images of the Primordial World's mountains and rivers were visible.

"From this day forth, my Vicious Beast clan shall be the Dominators of the Primordial World!"

In his palm, he condensed that blood-stained God-Slaying Spear; the drops of blood falling from its tip turned into a torrential rain of blood.

"All who do not submit—"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" Hundreds of millions of Vicious Beasts roared in unison, the sound waves shattering clouds for hundreds of millions of miles.

The trees of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains withered instantly, the rivers boiled like blood, and even the Laws of Heaven and Earth trembled.

Around the Bone Platform, twelve altars lit up simultaneously.

Nailed to each altar was the corpse of a Grand Unity Golden Immortal—these were the powerhouses of the myriad races Shen Ni had secretly hunted over the years.

The essence blood within the corpses was extracted by the altars, turning into twelve rivers of blood that merged into Shen Ni's body.

His aura surged upward step by step, actually drawing down blood-colored lightning from the Nine Heavens.

Yet, this divine thunder, which carried a hint of judgment, was crushed by him in a single grip.

"So what if the myriad races unite? This Emperor's target is exactly the myriad races of the Primordial World."

"This Emperor declares: Today, war is officially declared against the myriad races."

His voice fell and spread to every corner of the Primordial World.

Everyone looked toward the north simultaneously, all feeling an incredibly strong surge of vicious Evil Qi coming from the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains.

It was heart-trembling and terrifying, making one not dare to look directly at it.

The Four Great Vicious Beast Kings roared in unison, each leading hundreds of millions of Vicious Beasts as they charged out of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains.

This time, it was a full-scale war against the myriad races of the Primordial World, with no holding back.

Hundreds of millions of Vicious Beasts emerged from the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, attacking and invading various parts of the Primordial World.

Wherever they passed, the sky was polluted by Evil Qi, and the earth was corroded by poisonous blood.

Some weak races were crushed into meat paste by the beast tide before they could even react.

The Calamity Qi between Heaven and Earth had become thick; the Beast Calamity had begun.

Meanwhile, the myriad races also began to issue calls to arms. Many beings, perhaps forced to counterattack or perhaps having long anticipated this, began to rush to the front lines to fight the Vicious Beasts.

They engaged in a life-and-death struggle against the Vicious Beasts.

Above the Eastern Sea, ten-thousand-foot waves exploded as the Ancestral Dragon led thousands of the Dragon Clan out of the water, their dragon roars shaking the Nine Heavens.

Water tribes such as the Flood Dragons, Mysterious Turtles, and Yakshas followed closely behind, forming the "Four Seas Cloud-Turning Array" and crashing violently into the wave of Vicious Beasts under Taotie's command.

Dragon breath and Evil Qi intertwined, dyeing the entire sea area a bluish-black color.

In the Central Land, the First Qilin arrived treading on auspicious clouds, with ten thousand beasts stampeding behind him.

Many Kirins together channeled the power of the earth, and the First Qilin spat out sky-burning flames. Under the enhancement of the "Ten Thousand Spirits Pilgrimage Array," they forcefully blocked Taowu's advance.

The Qilin Clan's unique auspicious qi collided with the Vicious Beasts' Evil Qi, producing a piercing sound of corrosion.

In Hurricane Canyon, the power of wind and thunder surged as thousands of birds left their nests and rushed to the Vicious Beast battlefield.

The Thunderbird Ling Ming led numerous birds to form the "Nine Heavens Ultimate Thunder Array," drawing down heavenly thunder from above the Nine Heavens.

Under the rolling heavenly thunder, every strike turned countless Vicious Beasts into charcoal.

Members of the other myriad races also rushed to the front lines one after another to wage war against the Vicious Beasts.

However, there were simply too many Vicious Beasts.

Just as one wave was repelled, another dense beast tide surged from behind.

On the battlefield, countless dragon scales of the Dragon Clan shattered, Kirin horns broke, and bird feathers fell like snow.

The corpses of the myriad races piled up like mountains.

But the allied forces of the myriad races fought to the death without retreating, for they knew—behind them were their homes.

With the experience from last time, all living beings already knew that there was no room for negotiation with these Vicious Beasts.

Fighting was the only means.

In this battle to maintain the stability of the Primordial World and their own homes, no living being could remain uninvolved.

Nanming, Immortal Volcano.

Qing Wu and Yuan Feng were also closely watching the situation of the great war.

Although many beings had already been born within the Immortal Volcano.

It was still not enough; whether in terms of numbers or strength, they were insufficient before the Vicious Beasts.

Therefore, Qing Wu was in no hurry to enter the battlefield, but was instead waiting for the right moment.

Although this place was a great distance from the northern battlefield, the residual power of the battle could still be clearly perceived.

Countless beings looked up in fear toward the towering phantom image of the Wutong tree on the mountain peak.

It was scattering bits of starlight, giving people a sense of peace.

At this time, Wutong was sitting there with the Li Wu Sword hovering by his side, creating a strong connection with him.

Qing Wu closed his eyes and concentrated, sinking his mind into the depths of his Sea of Consciousness.

There, an eternal and indestructible mark was branded—the axe light swung by Pangu when he opened the heavens.

When he had observed this axe light at the Pangu Shrine, the sword in his hand had already reacted, and a realization had naturally arisen.

Unfortunately, time was limited then, and his own strength was insufficient to glimpse even one-billionth of what was within that axe light.

Thus, he could only seal this realization away, to be comprehended further in the future.

At this moment, this mark was slowly reviving within his Primordial Spirit, bursting forth with a pressure that made heaven and earth tremble.

The Liwu Qingmu Sword sensed its master's aura, and patterns shaped like Wutong leaves automatically appeared on the blade.

Every leaf vein lit up with a blue-gold light, beginning to resonate with the Laws of Heaven and Earth.

Wutong suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils reflecting the scene of the creation of heaven and earth.

He saw that the axe light was not a simple slash, but contained the principles of the Three Thousand Great Daos.

The separation of the clear and turbid Qi, the evolution of Yin and Yang and the Five Elements, and the birth and extension of time and space were all within this single axe strike.

He began to attempt a deduction, and a sword technique gradually started to emerge.

"Heaven-Tilting Sword Art!"

He formed a sword with his fingers and slowly raised it. This simple movement caused the Spiritual Qi within a ten-thousand-mile radius to gather frantically.

The Liwu Qingmu Sword emitted a clear sword hum, and the Wutong leaf patterns on the blade peeled off one by one, forming a Scroll of Creation in the Void Realm.

The scroll continued to evolve, and Wutong's hands did not stop moving as the sword technique slowly took shape.

A phantom image of a giant sword spanning across heaven and earth appeared above Qing Wu's head.

This phantom image seemed static, but in reality, it was enacting infinite changes every instant.

Qing Wu's sword fingers made a light stroke, and an unadorned green light slowly flew out.

At first glance, this sword light seemed unremarkable, but it continuously absorbed Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi as it traveled.

By the time it had flown a hundred miles, it had transformed into a ten-thousand-foot green rainbow, and it continued to lengthen with distance.

Wherever it passed, space automatically split open, revealing the scene of Chaos.

What that single sword strike cut out was not just a spatial rift, but also a hint of the phantom image of the River of Time.

If unleashed on the battlefield, ordinary Grand Unities would likely be reduced to ashes.

Qing Wu stood with his sword retracted; the Liwu Qingmu Sword had already undergone a great change in appearance.

On the originally emerald-green blade, some Creation Dao Markings were engraved, each line containing the power to destroy all Laws.

"Now that this sword is complete, the Beast Calamity can be brought to an end."