129: Chapter 129 The Ten Yama Kings Arrive - Hundreds of Millions of Underworld Soldiers

Rumbling—The entire Great Wilderness trembled violently, the firmament twisted, and all living things were filled with panic. Countless creatures turned pale, lamenting in their hearts: When will this disaster ever end!

On the other side, the Pangu Clan army and the Nine Nether Underworld Clan had just departed from the region of Mount Buzhou when suddenly, the surrounding void fluctuated violently. Deep, bottomless wormholes appeared out of thin air, resembling entrances leading to the netherworld.

The Pangu Clan and the Nine Nether Underworld Clan immediately halted, preparing for battle.

"What is this?" Yuanshi's gaze narrowed as he looked at the wormholes that had appeared so abruptly, filled with confusion.

Emperor Fengdu chuckled, his tone calm: "Is this battle merely a conflict between your clan and mine? Do not forget—the Netherworld is also involved!"

"The Netherworld!"

The Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Three Pure Ones felt their pupils constrict as they suddenly realized. Correct! Within the cycle of reincarnation, besides the Nine Nether Underworld Clan, there still existed the Senluo Netherworld that governed life and death!

At this moment, the Demon Emperor among the Five Nether Emperors spoke slowly: "It is rumored that the leader of the Ten Yama Kings, King Qin Guang, attained the Dao three kalpas ago. He should appear in this battle as well."

"Not just King Qin Guang," Nuwa added with a smile, "King of the Chu River and King Songdi have also stepped into the Hunyuan realm. Although I have been in seclusion in the depths of the Netherworld all these years, I have not been cut off from information. Everything regarding the Netherworld is under control."

"In that case, our side actually has twenty-four Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortals!" Tongtian was unable to suppress his excitement, his voice trembling slightly.

Before the words had even faded, the Gates of Samsara spread across the void suddenly opened, and countless underworld soldiers stepped out from within. Their bodies were entwined with gray-black death energy, their faces cold as iron, completely devoid of emotional fluctuations. Wherever they passed, a bone-chilling cold permeated the air, freezing even space itself.

As this army descended, wild winds howled between heaven and earth, and ghostly winds shrieked, piercing straight through the soul and making one shudder with fear.

Roar—!

Roar—!

Roar—!

Low roars came from the rear as a legion of giant beasts slowly advanced. Those behemoths had hollow eyes, their bodies wreathed in death energy, resembling walking corpses that knew only slaughter and possessed no intelligence.

Behind the giant beasts, ten men clad in royal robes rode on exotic beasts, their pressure like an abyss or the sea, their aura as if they were sovereigns descending upon the world—these were the Ten Yama Kings of the Netherworld!

Following closely behind them were the Lords of the Eighteen Levels of Hell. Although they were also extraordinary, compared to the Ten Yama Kings, their might was clearly a notch inferior.

The vast army array continued to pour out from the Gates of Samsara. A rough estimate put their numbers at over a trillion!

Among them were nine million Daluo Golden Immortals and one thousand two hundred Hunyuan Golden Immortals. As for the Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortals, there were three—King Qin Guang, King of the Chu River, and King Songdi.

King Qin Guang was the most formidable, his aura surging like the tide, having already reached the middle stage of the Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal realm!

The Ten Yama Kings led the crowd to stand before Emperor Fengdu, first bowing respectfully to Nuwa, then cupping their hands and saying: "We pay our respects to Emperor Fengdu!"

Emperor Fengdu nodded slightly, a smile playing on his lips: "I never thought that one day, your Small Yin Realm would be able to emerge side-by-side with my Great Yin Realm..."

There was no distinction in status between the Small Yin Realm and the Great Yin Realm; both were under the command of Jiang Chen.

King Qin Guang laughed loudly: "Emperor, you are too modest. Both you and I are under the command of the Emperor. When the Emperor gives an order, how dare we not arrive?"

Beside him, the Ghost Emperor sighed softly: "It is a pity that Fellow Daoist Tianlong and the others have not yet awakened. If the Undead Clan could also participate, with our combined strength, the Primordial Myriad Clans would be nothing more than ants in the palm of our hands."

"The Undead Clan cannot appear in the world yet," Emperor Fengdu said indifferently, "but the time is near, so do not worry. Enough idle talk, let us continue forward. Since the Heavenly Dao has already made its move, the great battle is right before us!"

Everyone nodded, then set off again. After the Netherworld army joined, the scale of the entire force was unprecedented, spanning the firmament for tens of thousands of light-years, resembling a boundless, dark cloud that obscured the galaxy.

A hundred years later, Emperor Fengdu and his party arrived at the Eastern Primordial World. Not far ahead lay the Heavenly Realm, where the Heavenly Court was located.

At this moment, outside the Heavenly Realm, the army of the Myriad Clans had already formed its ranks. The sheer number of them far exceeded that of Emperor Fengdu's side by tens of thousands of times. This battle involved all the myriad clans, and its vast momentum was something never seen since ancient times.

Before the army of the Myriad Clans.

Haotian, Yaochi, Zhenyuanzi, Kunpeng, Jieyin, and Zhunti—the six Heavenly Dao Saints stood within the formation. High above in the sky, an old Daoist with white hair and a white beard sat cross-legged on a cloud platform, holding a horsetail whisk, his eyes slightly closed, seemingly asleep yet not asleep.

Upon seeing this person, Emperor Fengdu's gaze turned cold, and his expression became solemn.

It was because that old Daoist was none other than the Dao Ancestor, Hongjun!

The Heavenly Dao governed all clans, and it was only natural for Hongjun to personally preside over the situation.

As the Pangu Clan, the Nine Nether Underworld Clan, and the Netherworld—these three major forces—gathered together, killing intent filled the heavens and earth, and the atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

Above Emperor Fengdu's side, black clouds rolled like ink staining the firmament; on Hongjun's side, holy light shone, radiating brilliance for ten thousand zhang.

It was as if darkness and light were confronting each other, clashing, distinct and separate!

The great battle was on the verge of breaking out!

Outer Chaos.

Jiang Chen and the Heavenly Dao sat on either side of the Heaven and Earth Chessboard, playing a game of black and white.

White pieces fell one after another, the layout precise, surrounded layer by layer, eventually encircling all the black pieces, turning them into void dust, dissipating into nothingness.

"You have nowhere left to retreat." The Heavenly Dao spoke indifferently, placing another piece, cutting off the remaining game.

Jiang Chen was unhurried, gently placing a black piece, his expression calm, without the slightest ripple.

"Those that died are merely chess pieces. What I care about is only victory or defeat." The corners of his mouth curled up in an evil smile, as if those hundreds of destroyed black pieces were nothing more than dust brushing against his face, unworthy of mention.

"Besides, is death not a form of rebirth? Heavenly Dao, what do you think?"

The Heavenly Dao did not respond, merely picking up another white piece and placing it gently. In an instant, holy light pierced through the void, and the entire chessboard formed by heaven and earth trembled violently, as if bearing an invisible, immense pressure.

"Then I shall annihilate you all!" The voice of the Heavenly Dao was as cold as ice, devoid of ripples.

In the Eastern Primordial World, war clouds gathered.

Emperor Fengdu stood at the head of the Nine Nether Black Dragon, commanding the Pangu Clan, the Nine Nether Underworld Clan, and the Netherworld's three great armies. The three vast forces crushed forward like a tidal wave, directly pressing down on the allied army of the Myriad Clans led by Dao Ancestor Hongjun.

Facing this overwhelming pressure, Hongjun's side naturally would not retreat. The various Primordial powerhouses successively sacrificed their life-bound Dharma treasures. Immortal light crisscrossed, tearing through the nine heavens and ten earths, their brilliance illuminating the myriad worlds, the momentum so magnificent it was suffocating.

"Hongjun, this Emperor has waited a long time for this battle." Emperor Fengdu stood above the churning black mist, his eyes like abysses, coldly locking onto Dao Ancestor Hongjun in the high sky, cold glints flashing in his eyes like blades.

"Back then, I failed to wipe you out completely, allowing you to linger until today—Luo Hou, in this battle today, you will surely die!" Dao Ancestor Hongjun soared above the nine heavens, a wheel surrounded by purple energy appearing behind him. His aura was supreme, like the incarnation of the Heavenly Dao, his gaze stern, like the Eye of Law looking down upon all living beings.

Emperor Fengdu let out a cold laugh: "No need for more words, victory or defeat shall be decided by the weapons in our hands!"

"Then, prepare for your fall!"

Before the words had faded, thirty-five spatial passages suddenly opened within the camp of the Myriad Clans, and from each one stepped a figure, their auras earth-shattering.