315: Chapter 315 Looking Down Upon the Heavens

Chu Changsheng merely cast a calm gaze.

In his eyes, there was neither sorrow nor joy, neither anger nor resentment—as if he were a bystander detached from the events, making no further moves.

Meanwhile, that black-red Divine Demon Halberd, which had slashed over from the end of the past, remained quietly suspended.

Yet the lightning coiling around the halberd's shaft grew increasingly violent and ferocious.

Black-red snakes of electricity danced wildly, emitting sizzling crackles.

Each arc of electricity was as thick as a heavenly pillar, tearing through the Void Realm and piercing through dimensions—as if it were gathering world-destroying power, or perhaps... waiting for some fateful summons.

"Hum—!"

Suddenly, the Divine Demon Halberd emitted a high-pitched ring far surpassing the previous ones!

The sound pierced the barriers of time, shattered the shackles of space, and, carrying a will that dominated the Universe, rang through the entire Void Realm!

On the halberd's shaft, the black-red Divine Demon lightning suddenly exploded—no longer scattered, jumping arcs, but transformed into a boundless sea of lightning!

The sea of lightning surged and galloped, black-red lightning roaring and tearing the sky, black fire spreading across the plains and burning the world.

Vaguely, billions of Divine Demon phantoms could be seen roaring and battling within the sea of lightning.

They wore tattered armor and held blood-stained weapons.

The sounds of roaring, the clashing of metal weapons, and the cracking of bones intertwined, merging into a tragic song of endless blood battles.

That intense Aura of slaughter was enough to almost tear a person's Divine Soul apart—even the waters of the River of Time rippled with a blood-red hue under this Aura.

Immediately after—a sudden change occurred!

In the center of that churning sea of lightning, the Void Realm was gripped by an invisible, primordial giant hand, twisting and collapsing inward frantically!

Space folded layer upon layer, like a piece of silk being repeatedly crumpled.

The flow of time suddenly became chaotic; at times, ten thousand years passed in a snap of the fingers, while at other times, a single thought felt like eternity, emitting a creaking sound of being unable to bear the burden—as if it would completely collapse in the next second.

Right at the center of this Chaos—a figure stepped out!

"Boom—!!!"

An indescribable, terrifying pressure, like a world-destroying Vicious Beast that had slept for eons finally breaking free from its shackles, or like a supreme Dominator ruling over endless Divine Demons descending upon the mortal world—exploded outward from his body as the center!

This pressure was not an outwardly released violence.

It was a domineering Aura originating from the deepest part of his Bloodline, a majesty that looked down upon the Myriad Heavens and Worlds and surveyed all living beings—as if everything in heaven and earth, the sun, moon, and stars, were nothing but dust and ants before him!

The entire Void Realm space trembled violently, emitting creaking groans, as if it would shatter at any moment.

Several surrounding dimensions, already riddled with holes from the previous battle, cracked inch by inch under this pressure.

The dimensional barriers shattered like thin paper, revealing the chaotic scene behind them.

Turbulence of time and space roared out, but the moment it approached him, it was crushed into nothingness by that invisible pressure!

The Law solidified.

All energy between heaven and earth calmed down and lay dormant at this moment, not daring to make the slightest move.

Even those three ceaselessly surging tributaries of the River of Time showed a clear lag in their flow the moment he descended.

The river water churned and roared but struggled to flow forward even a fraction—as if even the footsteps of time had to bow before him!

The person who arrived had a tall and upright figure.

It was not the brawny stoutness of an ordinary Martial Artist, but a powerful physique that stood between heaven and earth, capable of supporting the Universe.

It was as if the moment he stood there, he became the center of heaven and earth, the destination of the sun and moon—even the Void Realm had to bow before him, and the dimensions had to bend for him.

He wore a pitch-black battle robe.

The style of the battle robe was ancient and weathered, with no intricate patterns, only a deep, extreme black.

This black seemed capable of devouring all light, devouring all probing Divine Thought—making one feel awe just by looking at it, and even the Soul would tremble in this darkness.

The edges of the battle robe were stained with dots of dark gold marks.

These marks were not embroidery, but dried divine blood—an undying brand left behind after eons of conquest.

Every drop carried a blood-stained legend, an epic of Divine Demons falling.

It seemed as if one only needed to touch it gently to hear the wails of billions of dead Souls and see the tragic scene of the Myriad Heavens and Worlds collapsing.

His face was as resolute as a rock that had not weathered in ten thousand years, with sharp, chiseled features that exuded a cold, iron-blooded hardness.

As his eyes opened and closed, black-red lightning flickered in and out of existence within them—at times purple electricity danced wildly to tear the firmament, at other times black fire burned to incinerate all things.

Wherever his gaze fell, the Void Realm generated electricity inch by inch, emitting sizzling crackles, and the Laws of heaven and earth retreated, not daring to contend with him!

His long, jet-black hair was not tied up, flowing wantonly behind his shoulders.

His hair danced wildly, each strand seemingly wrapped in a subtle Dao rhyme of slaughter, moving without wind and rustling—as if every strand had once severed the heads of Divine Demons and torn through the Origin of the Universe!

He was merely standing there.

He did not deliberately release even a shred of Aura.

Yet the domineering, iron-blooded, and conquering Aura that permeated from the most ancient, barbaric era had already plunged this Void Realm, which had just calmed down, back into a completely different, suffocating, dead-silent pressure.

It felt as if even breathing had become a form of blasphemy.

He did not look at the brilliant figure at the end of the future.

His gaze, like two sharp halberd blades, fell directly upon Chu Changsheng.

This gaze was incomparably domineering and sharp—as if it could pierce through all appearances, penetrate the deepest secrets of the human heart, and reach the very Origin of all things.

Yet, within it, there was not a shred of hostility.

Instead, it carried a sense of scrutiny, of inquiry, and a feeling of confirmation, as if he had crossed eons of time and finally found an old friend.

Chu Changsheng met his gaze.

His plain white Dao robe fluttered wildly in the agitation of the golden-red afterglow and the opponent's magnificent pressure, his sleeves flying, yet he remained completely composed.

His eyes remained calm, like an ancient well without ripples.

Only in the depths of that calmness, there seemed to be a hint of indescribable complexity—there was surprise, understanding, emotion, and a trace of... tacit understanding that had crossed the River of Time.

Finally, the man in the pitch-black battle robe spoke.

His voice was like ten thousand thunders ringing in unison, making the Void Realm hum, yet it strangely condensed without dispersing, without the slightest disorder.

Instead, it carried a decisive, metallic texture, clearly echoing through the silent Void Realm:

"Divine Lord Changsheng?"

Four simple words.

Yet they seemed to contain endless Karma and endless weight.

It was as if the moment these four words were spoken, they affected the Luck of the Myriad Heavens and Worlds and stirred the ups and downs of eons of time—even the River of Time paused for them, and even the Laws of the Universe resonated with them.

Chu Changsheng nodded slightly.

The long sword of Dao Law in his hand trembled slightly, then silently dissipated, turning into specks of clear radiance that submerged into his body like fireflies.

His figure remained upright, his gaze remained calm, meeting the opponent's domineering stare, his voice gentle and warm, yet carrying a power that penetrated all obstacles—clearly piercing through the pressure the opponent was unconsciously radiating, ringing through the Void Realm:

"Long time no see—Heavenly Lord Taixuan."

The man in the pitch-black battle robe—Feng Tianxia—heard this, and the black-red lightning in his eyes suddenly flared intensely for a moment.

The light was brilliant, almost illuminating the entire Void Realm.

Within the lightning, Battle Intent surged, along with the agitation of meeting an old friend, and even more so, the relief of finally seeing them after eons of searching.

Then, the lightning slowly receded and returned to calm.

The corners of his mouth seemed to curl into an extremely faint, barely perceptible arc.

This arc was not a smile, nor did it have a shred of gentleness—instead, it was like the relief after eons of searching and finally confirming the answer, or perhaps a sense of realization that "it is as I expected."

"Very good."

He spat out two words.

His voice remained resonant, carrying an unquestionable majesty.

Then, his gaze finally turned to the black-red painted halberd suspended at his side, which was still humming ceaselessly and blending perfectly with his Aura.

He slowly extended his right hand.

His five fingers were long and powerful, with distinct knuckles, and veins faintly visible under the skin, exuding an explosive power.

His palm gently covered the halberd shaft—the movement was as gentle as if he were caressing a beloved object, yet it carried an unquestionable power of control.

The moment he grasped the halberd shaft—

"Clang—!!!"

A halberd ring, incomparably clear yet shaking the world with slaughter, soared into the sky!

This sound pierced the clouds and split the rocks, reaching the nine heavens—as if a divine sword had slashed through the eternal night, or as if a War God had blown the horn of conquest!

That Divine Demon Halberd, with its monstrous ferocity, seemed to have finally waited for its true master.

All the restless lightning instantly became docile and restrained, sinking entirely into the halberd's body, leaving only a cold gleam at the tip, condensed but not released, yet appearing even more terrifying.

The cold light on the halberd blade surged ten thousand feet, but it was condensed and not released, entirely restrained at the tip of the halberd.

Yet the essence of severing everything and destroying all Laws became even purer and more terrifying—as if with a gentle swing, it could sever time, split space, and destroy the Myriad Heavens and Worlds!

Feng Tianxia stood holding the halberd.

With his left hand behind his back and his right hand tightly gripping the halberd shaft, his figure stood upright like a pine—a domineering Aura of looking down upon the world arose spontaneously.

His gaze slowly swept across this chaotic battlefield, sweeping over those not-yet-completely-dissipated Devilish Qi of the Underworld River, which carried a foul, decaying scent, sweeping over those fragmented dimensional shards, and sweeping over the remnant Souls of the fallen Divine Demons.

Finally, his gaze looked at Chu Changsheng again.

He also glanced indifferently at the silent, brilliant figure at the end of the future in the distance.

A cold arc curled at the corners of his mouth, and his voice carried undisguised contempt and dominance, like a thunderclap:

"A bunch of rats who hide their heads and show their tails, knowing only how to rely on the Underworld River to survive—do they even deserve to besiege you?"

His words were resonant, carrying an iron-blooded arrogance, directly pointing out the greatest reliance and despicable characteristics of those hidden existences.

Every word was like a heavy hammer, smashing onto the Void Realm—shaking the remaining Devilish Qi until it trembled, and even the dimensional shards disintegrated inch by inch under this momentum.

After a pause, he snorted coldly.

His voice grew even colder, as if carrying the chill of an ice field, capable of freezing all falsehoods:

"It seems that beneath the 'water surface' of this era, the stinking fish and rotten shrimp hidden there—"

"Are quite a bit more numerous than in the past!"