53: Chapter 53 Nine Nether Hound VS Kunpeng, Clash of the Auras of the Ten Ancient Fiends

"Let's go in!"

"Everyone, be careful!"

Deep within the Kunpeng Nest, this chaotic micro-world that formed its own realm was eerily quiet.

There were no heaven-shaking battle cries as imagined, nor any frenzied attacks from guardian beasts.

All that remained here was the sedimentation of time and the natural circulation of the laws of the Great Dao.

The nest, constructed from thick, withered logs, seemed like the backbone of heaven and earth, covered in dense, primordial runes.

Every single rune was breathing, inhaling and exhaling vast amounts of the essence of the sun and moon.

"So quiet…"

Yun Xi said softly. Her voice echoed through the vast, empty nest, but she dared not speak loudly, fearing she might disturb the eternal spirits sleeping here.

Shi Hao was no longer grinning. The Ten Heavenly Passages divine rings within him began to rotate automatically, and he felt a palpitation originating from the depths of his bloodline.

Every inch of air here seemed saturated with the will of that primordial overlord.

Wang Teng walked at the very front.

As they went deeper, his perfect body in the Heavenly Deity Realm began to heat up uncontrollably.

It was the Nine-Nether Ao bloodline within him, experiencing an instinctive, uncontrollable excitement upon encountering the territory of an existence of the same level.

"It is not hostility, but aloof pride."

Wang Teng stopped and looked up at the dome of the nest, where the Yin and Yang energies were intertwined, chaotic and indistinguishable.

"Since I have come, and since we are both of the Ten Fiends…"

Wang Teng closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then suddenly spread his arms.

"Then let us exchange greetings."

"Hum—"

Without any aggressive movements, Wang Teng simply completely released the suppression on his bloodline.

In an instant, an extremely profound blackness, centered on him, spread like ink in water, instantly staining this golden, sacred space.

That was not ordinary darkness; it was the origin of the Nine-Nether, an aura of calamity representing the end, desolation, and great terror.

Amidst the churning black mist, a colossal, boundless phantom of the Nine-Nether Ao slowly emerged behind Wang Teng.

It was not a physical entity, but one woven from pure bloodline laws.

Its nine massive tails slowly stretched out, each one appearing as if it had pierced into the depths of the void, absorbing energy from all the heavens and myriad worlds.

Those dark golden pupils, cold and noble, seemed to have traversed the ages, quietly gazing at this world.

This was the Ten Fiends of the present age, bearing the supreme majesty of a newly ascended Heavenly Deity Realm expert, declaring its arrival in this long-gone era.

It was sensed.

The moment the aura of the Nine-Nether Ao erupted completely, the entire Kunpeng Nest woke up.

It was not that any living creature had revived.

Rather, the Kunpeng Great Dao engraved within the nest itself had been activated by this overbearing aura of the same level.

"Rumble…"

A low sound came from all directions, like the tides of the deep sea or a storm in the firmament.

The chaotic energy that had originally permeated the nest suddenly began to violently differentiate.

On the left, it transformed into an endless black sea of Taiyin, deep and icy, as if it could freeze the soul.

On the right, it transformed into brilliant golden flames of the sun, scorching and fierce, as if it could incinerate the firmament.

At the center where Yin and Yang converged, no concrete image of the Kunpeng appeared, but rather a manifestation of intent.

It was the wildness of "soaring ninety thousand li up into the sky," and the ultimate freedom of "becoming a Kun in the sea and a Peng in the sky."

It was also an unyielding battle intent that had once fought against True Immortals and stained the heavens with blood!

The two auras finally collided.

There was no explosion, no destruction.

This was an extremely mysterious clash of fields.

On one side was the "gathering" of the Nine-Nether Ao—devouring heaven and earth, returning all things to nothingness.

The black force field, like countless black holes, frantically pulled at all the laws in the surroundings.

On the other side was the "releasing" of the Kunpeng—Yin and Yang generating life, evolving at extreme speed.

The golden and black divine light, like swords that could split heaven and earth, continuously sliced and restructured the void.

Zzz—

Dense sounds of the Dao rang out in the air; it was the friction of laws.

Shi Hao, Yun Xi, and Princess Huo Linger watched this scene in shock.

In their eyes, the world seemed to have been split into two halves.

One half was the absolute darkness where Wang Teng was; it seemed like the end of the universe, silent and majestic.

Nine dragon tails flickered in the darkness, dominating the power of life and death.

One half was the Yin and Yang chaos ignited by the nest; it seemed like the beginning of the universe.

Life and destruction coexisted, golden runes boiled like an ocean, reenacting the glory of the primordial era.

This was not just a confrontation of power, but a resonance between two levels of life.

"Roar…"

Vaguely, the Nine-Nether Ao phantom behind Wang Teng let out a low roar.

In this roar, there was no killing intent, only a sense of regret and respect from one of the same kind.

"If only you were still alive."

As if to respond to this sigh.

The sky-filling Yin and Yang energies suddenly shook, unexpectedly weaving phantoms of golden feathers in the void.

Then they transformed into black scales.

That was the lingering Great Dao of the Kunpeng responding.

"Latecomer… you are strong."

The two auras stalemated, blended, and swirled in the air.

The Nine-Nether Ao's dark golden divine light attempted to erode the Yin and Yang energies.

And the Yin and Yang energies attempted to assimilate that ultimate darkness.

This collision caused the space inside the entire Kunpeng Nest to undergo eerie distortions.

Time seemed to lose its meaning here; a single glance spanned ten thousand years, witnessing the changing of the seas into mulberry fields.

Wang Teng, at the center of the storm, had entered a wondrous state.

He did not make a move, but the blood within him was boiling, flowing at an extreme speed, emitting a roar like the rushing of great rivers.

He felt it.

Under the scouring of the Yin and Yang energies, his foundation, which had just ascended to the Heavenly Deity Realm and was powerful but slightly unstable, was being frantically solidified!

The Kunpeng's aura was like a divine hammer forged by heaven and earth, and his Nine-Nether Ao body was the divine iron.

Every collision of auras was like a tempering.

The power of Taiyin washed over his bone marrow, making the coldness of the Nine-Nether Ao even purer.

The power of the sun calcined his divine soul, making the wisp of Flying Immortal light rain brought by the Empress even more brilliant.

This was a gift.

It was a silent stroke of fortune given by this departed big brother of the Ten Fiends to this newly ascended little brother of the Ten Fiends.

Gradually.

The violent sense of confrontation began to fade.

The Nine-Nether Ao phantom behind Wang Teng was no longer aggressive, but slowly retracted its fangs.

The nine tails hung down quietly, forming a perfect circle behind him.

And the Yin and Yang energies opposite him were no longer violent; they began to circulate in an orderly fashion.

Finally, they condensed in the void, forming a grand and profound Dao diagram.

In the Dao diagram, the Kun fish flicked its tail, the celestial Peng spread its wings, and Yin and Yang were mutually rooted, endlessly generating.

"Hoo…"

Wang Teng let out a long breath, and that breath actually contained golden and black specks of light.

He opened his eyes slowly, and in those dark golden double-pupils, there was now a trace of the Dao rhythm of Yin and Yang circulation.

Although it was only a trace, it caused the power of his ocular arts to soar several times over.

"Thank you."

Wang Teng nodded slightly toward the Dao diagram in the void.

With this word of thanks, the Dao diagram instantly disintegrated, turning into a sky full of light rain that fell.

These light rains did not dissipate, but seemed to have gained spirituality.

They all surged into the body of Shi Hao, who was standing to the side and had long been watching in a trance.

That was the Kunpeng's technique, its recognition of the inheritor.

And Wang Teng, using his own Ten Fiends aura, had helped Shi Hao forcibly "trigger" this scattered inheritance.

And in the process, he had completed a baptism of his own bloodline.

Everything returned to calm.

The nest was still the same nest, ancient and desolate.

But everyone felt that the aura here had changed.

It was no longer the coldness that kept people at a distance, but a sense of relief, as if it had waited for endless years and finally welcomed an old friend.

Wang Teng turned around, looking at Shi Hao, who was closing his eyes to digest the light rain, and then looked at his two beautiful wives who were full of shock.

He gently brushed the non-existent dust off his sleeves, a faint smile curling at the corners of his mouth:

"This is the kind of grandeur that the Ten Fiends should have."