283: Chapter 283 The Tomb of Ten Thousand Tribulations

The Qian-Heaven Sword Array shone brilliantly like a great sun traversing the sky.

Golden sword light tore through the firmament, and billions of golden rays poured down, as if to illuminate the entire universe down to the finest detail—even the Void Realm slightly dissolved in this scorching radiance.

The Kun-Earth Sword Array stood firm like an ancient divine mountain.

Brown sword light pressed down upon the eight wildernesses, and wherever the sword light reached, the earth rumbled and shook, with cracks spreading for a thousand miles—even the Dragon Qi deep underground trembled in fear.

The Green-Wood Sword Array surged like an angry tide.

Cyan sword light flowed endlessly, sweeping across the wilderness, and where it passed, the vitality of withered wood meeting spring intertwined with the destructive Sword Intent, as if to re-green this devastated world—and to thoroughly purge all decay.

The Sword Intent of several sword arrays suddenly shifted, like the Milky Way hanging upside down from the Nine Heavens, resembling divine might descending upon the mortal world.

Billions of strands of Sword Qi converged into a torrent, and that torrent carried a majestic and grand Dao, a supreme Dao rhythm that destroyed delusions, and a terrifying momentum capable of crushing eternity and shattering the heavens—crashing down upon the Supreme Elder Nine-Tailed Sky Fox!

"Puff—!"

A sharp, muffled sound erupted, like shattered glass.

The Thousand Illusions Ten Thousand Fox Array, which the Supreme Elder Nine-Tailed Sky Fox had painstakingly condensed for tens of thousands of years, shattered instantly, and countless lifelike fox shadows wailed and turned into dust—not even a wisp of a remnant soul remained.

She was struck as if by a Primordial Demon Mountain head-on.

Her delicate body trembled violently, and she spat out a large mouthful of vital blood, the blood droplets falling to the ground and scorching deep pits into the hard rock while emitting pungent Demonic Qi.

The nine snowy, fluffy fox tails behind her instantly dimmed, and the snowy white fur on the tips of her tails, which were comparable to supreme treasures, withered and fell off at a visible speed, drifting away with the wind.

Cracks appeared all over the fox tails—as if they would snap at any moment.

The Demonic Qi surrounding her, vast as a river or sea, receded like a tide, and her aura withered like a candle in the wind—ready to collapse and dissipate at any moment.

In the blink of an eye, the phantom of the Nine Heavens Sword Array Map between Chu Changsheng's brows suddenly swelled to ten thousand feet, turning into a world of sword arrays that shrouded the heavens and earth!

Within the array map, billions of strands of Sword Qi crisscrossed, sometimes turning into a galaxy, sometimes into the sun and moon shining together—even the real sun, moon, and stars seemed like mere embellishments within the sword light, as small as dust.

He stepped with the Qilin stride; with each step, a Qilin phantom trampled through the Void Realm, his robes rustling and whipping up gale winds as he seized the initiative, unleashing seven supreme sword array techniques in succession!

The first sword broke the universe, the second sword shattered Yin and Yang, the third sword severed Reincarnation, the fourth sword cut Karma, the fifth sword destroyed the primordial era, the sixth sword buried the heavens, and the seventh sword fixed the divine Dao...

Every move struck the vital point, and every strike contained the Killing Intent of heaven and earth!

A deafening roar resounded through the world, like the sound of heaven and earth being created, and the seven Grand Elders of the Myriad Demon Palace in the Undergoing Tribulation stage screamed repeatedly.

Their protective Demonic Qi was shredded by the Sword Qi, turning into wisps of green smoke—their bodies flew backward like kites with broken strings, and the sound of bones shattering was clearly audible, echoing throughout the entire Primordial Demon Mountain.

All seven Demon Venerables were injured and suppressed by this terrifying sword array, their Dantians cracked, their Meridians severed, and they had no power left to resist, only able to collapse on the ground—their eyes filled with despair and fear!

The power of the array map was terrifying indeed!

The entire Primordial Demon Mountain shook violently; the thousand-year-old ancient trees rooted for a million years on the mountaintop were uprooted, their thick trunks shredded into debris by the Sword Qi, and towering boulders crumbled into powder, pouring down like a rainstorm.

The vast Northern Nether Demon Realm fell into a deathly silence.

The wind stopped, the beasts stopped roaring, and even the Spiritual Qi seemed to freeze in the Void Realm, no longer flowing.

Throughout the Myriad Demon Palace, whether it was the ordinary Disciples holding sharp blades and filled with Killing Intent, or the hidden experts lurking in the shadows with majestic auras, everyone was dumbfounded, their faces drained of color, pale as paper.

That bone-deep fear, like a cold poisonous snake, instantly seized everyone's heart and soul, leaving them without the strength to move even a finger—they could only freeze in place, trembling all over.

On the altar, the resentment and greed on Saint Son Yao Wuyue's face had long since frozen; his bloodshot eyes were wide open, his pupils shrinking violently, and his expression shifted from ferocious and twisted to complete dullness and despair.

He stumbled back a few steps, slumped to the ground, supported himself with his hands, and muttered incoherently:

"Impossible... This is impossible... How could the Nine Heavens Sword Array Map be in his hands... I am not reconciled!"

Chu Zhanxiao, entangled by the demon array and covered in blood, struggled to lift his head from the ruins.

Looking at the majestic figure in the sword array world, standing proudly in the Nine Heavens like a god and a demon, a frenzy and excitement never seen before erupted in his eyes; he didn't even care to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

He clenched his fists tightly and roared hoarsely:

"Scum! Do you see that? You think you can kill my Chu family? You are not worthy!"

The moment the torrent of Sword Intent rolled over the Supreme Elder Nine-Tailed Sky Fox, the silence between heaven and earth reached its peak.

This was not ordinary quiet, but a dead silence where all sounds ceased!

All sounds were swallowed by the sword array world, all flow of Spiritual Qi was imprisoned, and even some of the Laws between heaven and earth were forcibly "deprived" by the sword array world hanging high above the Nine Heavens!

The Void Realm twisted and deformed, light stood still, and even the passage of time became incredibly slow—as if it had completely solidified at this moment.

Chu Changsheng stood at the center of the sword array world, surrounded by nine-colored sword lights—red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple, black, and white.

Each sword light contained a truth of heaven and earth: the golden light opened the heavens, the wood light gave birth to vitality, the water light nourished all things, the fire light burned the heavens, and the earth light suppressed the world...

His robes fluttered without wind, rustling loudly, and his expression was as cold as ancient black ice as he looked down at the disheveled people of the Myriad Demon Palace, his eyes devoid of any ripples—as if he were looking at a group of ants.

He did not look at the seven Demon Venerables who were severely injured and on the verge of death; instead, his gaze pierced through the barrier of the sword array world and cast toward the more distant and profound Void Realm.

There, several extremely obscure Divine Thoughts were locking onto this place from billions of miles away—within those Divine Thoughts, some carried greed, some carried wariness, and some carried Killing Intent.

He knew that the real gaze had only just begun.

Central Plains, Hunyuan Wuji Sect, Wuji Hall.

The hall was towering and lofty, piercing the clouds, with mist swirling around it.

Inside the hall hung a perpetual lamp, its flame flickering, reflecting ancient Dao patterns on the walls; as the Dao patterns flowed, they emitted a primitive and vast Dao rhythm.

The old man with white hair and beard, wearing Yin and Yang Dao robes, slowly put down the Jade Slip in his hand; his fingertips trembled slightly.

On the Jade Slip, the urgent intelligence regarding "Guanghan Immortal Palace dispatching all its forces, pointing its sword at the Northern Nether Demon Realm" dissipated into the air like points of flowing light—not even a trace remained.

In his deep eyes, the brilliant Sword Intent from the northern firmament was reflected—even though they were billions of miles apart, that supreme Sword Intent that made the Void Realm tremble and the Laws of heaven and earth resonate was still clearly perceptible—as if it were close at hand.

The old man gasped, his voice carrying undisguised shock and horror:

"The Nine Heavens Sword Array... It has truly reappeared."

"Not a phantom, not a remnant array... It is a nearly complete 'Map'!"

The old man muttered to himself, his eyes full of disbelief, his aged body trembling slightly:

"What kind of fortune has this child obtained? To be able to drive such an ancient supreme treasure to this extent!"

Beside him, a middle-aged Daoist surrounded by Chaos Qi walked out slowly; the Chaos patterns on his Dao robes flowed faintly, as if gestating a Grandmist world.

He said in a deep voice:

"Senior Brother Sect Master, with this map appearing in the world, a killing tribulation is inevitable! Back then, when this map shattered, it triggered a bloody battle between immortals and demons, withering the ten thousand worlds, causing suffering to living beings, and rivers of blood. Now that it has reappeared in the world, how should our Hunyuan Wuji Sect position itself?"

The old man was silent for a moment, his gaze cast toward the churning Chaos sea of clouds outside the hall; within the sea of clouds, shadows of Dragon and Phoenix faintly floated, emitting low roars.

He sighed long, his tone as heavy as a mountain pressing down:

"Wait and see. The Karma of this map is too great and involves too much; it is not something our Sect can easily get involved in at this time."

"Pass down the order,"

The old man's voice suddenly became majestic, carrying an unquestionable Dao rhythm:

"Unless necessary, no Sect Disciples are to set foot in the Northern Nether Demon Realm! Activate part of the power of the Sect-protecting array, the 'Two Instruments Dust Array', to isolate prying eyes from the outside—"

"And also to prevent... this Sword Intent from spreading here and disturbing the Sect's Foundation."

Lingxiao Heavenly Palace, Lingxiao Treasure Hall.

The golden pillars stood tall, the glazed tile roof was colorful and radiant, and the hall was filled with ten thousand zhang of golden light and thousands of auspicious auras, with countless divine birds circling and flying, emitting crisp cries.

On the throne, the Emperor, dressed in the Nine-Dragon Imperial Robe and wearing a purple-gold crown, slowly opened his eyes.

In those deep eyes, the sun and moon seemed to rise and fall, stars were born and destroyed, containing the majesty of overlooking the world—just one look was enough to make the ten thousand races bow down.

A wisp of Imperial Dragon Qi entangled his fingertips; that Dragon Qi was lifelike, with clear Dragon scales, emitting a low dragon roar.

Just a wisp of Dragon Qi easily captured the sharp Sword Intent that had pierced through the endless space and traveled billions of miles.

"An Emperor Weapon?"

The Emperor's voice was grand and majestic, like thunder, resounding throughout the entire hall:

"It is actually an Emperor Weapon! I did not expect that in this ancient era, with the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi exhausted, there would still be an Emperor Weapon remaining in the world!"

He stood up slowly, his dragon robe rustling, and nine golden dragon phantoms churned on the robe; his gaze pierced through the hall, looking toward the direction of the Northern Nether Demon Realm, and a meaningful arc hooked at the corner of his mouth:

"A good junior, actually able to suppress the seven Undergoing Tribulation Demon Venerables of the Myriad Demon Palace by himself... This level of combat power is no longer comparable to ordinary Undergoing Tribulation, I fear he has already touched the threshold of that legendary 'Immortal Realm'!"

"The 'Soul-Suppressing Bell' of the Demon Emperor Hall has rung,"

The Emperor said faintly, his voice carrying a hint of playfulness:

"That group of reclusive old demons is probably unable to sit still either."

Below the hall, a divine general wearing silver armor and with a face like jade stepped out; the silver armor was engraved with the stars of the heavens, shining brightly, and the long spear in his hand had a cold gleam, emitting the Evil Qi of overlooking the battlefield.

He bowed and saluted, his voice clanging powerfully like gold and stone striking:

"Your Majesty, the Nine Heavens Sword Array is an ancient supreme treasure of attack, famous and invincible, having beheaded several True Immortals. Now that it has appeared, does it mean that the Luck of our Human Race is about to flourish? Should we send someone to contact this person—"

"Or... find a way to welcome back the Sword Array Map and bring it under the command of our Lingxiao Heavenly Palace?"