As they felt the supre pressure emanating from the mountain in midair, among the crowd fighting in front of the Myriad Spirits Palace, including everyone from both the Myriad Spirits Realm and the Netherworld World, the only one who seed unaffected was Xi Zhao. Even Zijing, who had once witnessed the Battle of Destruction in the Dominion of Soil and seen with her own eyes the simultaneous appearance of four World Suppressing Steles, was still intimidated by the mountain hanging in the sky, her mind involuntarily drifting into a haze.
At that mont, a commanding and domineering voice suddenly resounded in the minds of everyone from the Netherworld World, instantly awakening those affected by the intimidating force of Wukong's Mountain of World Suppression. Following that, twenty-nine people shouted in unison and, before anyone from the Myriad Spirits Realm, including the Twelve Ancestral Witches, could react, they struck fiercely.
This move imdiately widened the gap between the two sides, with the people from the Netherworld World overpowering those from the Myriad Spirits Realm, even including the Twelve Ancestral Witches. Although the original mbers such as Hou Yi had been inexplicably replaced by others like Zhu Long, the power of the Twelve Ancestral Witches did not diminish in the slightest.
Moreover, compared to ordinary combat puppets, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were only in a semi-puppet state. Although they too obeyed the orders of Master Tongtian, they possessed significant autonomy and could fight on their own without new orders from Master Tongtian. However, if Master Tongtian suffered a heavy blow or his Divine Sense was damaged, the Twelve Ancestral Witches would still be affected.
Just as the Mountain of World Suppression had ford, Master Tongtian himself was intimidated by the aura emitted by the Spiritual Mount, causing the Twelve Ancestral Witches to hesitate for a brief instant. It was this montary delay that allowed Xi Zhao to seize the opportunity and gain the upper hand for the people of the Netherworld World.
The nurous Daoists from the Myriad Spirits Realm were not particularly adept at defense, and now, after a fierce onslaught from the people of the Netherworld World, they were in dire straits with so even injured. Ling Yi, the Domain Lord of the Myriad Spirits Realm, originally planned to rely on Master Tongtian's Twelve Ancestral Witches for defense, the Taoist Technique Masters from Myriad Spirits Realm to attack under their protection, whereas Master Tongtian would deal with ground-based Domain Lord Level opponents using the Burning Fire Stele.
A good plan it might have been, but it was useless against the Netherworld World. Not only did the Twelve Ancestral Witches fail to provide defense, but Master Tongtian himself was totally pinned down and even risked falling on the spot, leaving the Taoist Technique Masters, who were poor defenders, exposed directly to the people of the Netherworld World.
Among them, the Fla God fought most freely; naturally adept at attacking, he now confronted the relatively weak defenses of the Myriad Spirits Realm with an unrelenting assault from his fiercely blazing Exploding Phoenix. Although the Fla God's fire was considerably weaker compared to the Burning Fire Stele, it was all relative; after all, could the fire of the Burst Phoenix Clan really be ordinary?
In contrast to the Fla God's utterly enjoyable battle, the Rogue Heart Sword Hero felt sowhat frustrated. His opponent was the Domain Lord Level formidable practitioner of the Myriad Spirits Realm, Thunder Saint, Master of Illusion. Master of Illusion was a fad expert of the Myriad Spirits Realm for a long ti, and his Thunder System Taoist Techniques were in no way inferior to those of the Transforming Thunder Ancestral Realm's Thunderstrike Taoist.
However, the Thunderstrike Taoist was constantly besieged during the battle, and Rogue Heart Sword Hero, who was also fighting with the intent to entangle him, had not felt the Thunderstrike Taoist to be particularly strong until now, when facing Master of Illusion; Rogue Heart Sword Hero realized just how difficult Thunder System Taoist Techniques were to deal with.
Since the beginning of their encounter, Rogue Heart Sword Hero had yet to land a single strike on Master of Illusion, while he himself had taken a few disheveled hits from powerful thunderbolts. Moreover, Master of Illusion seed to have a keen understanding of space, undoubtedly making Rogue Heart Sword Hero's battle even tougher.
Now, after the Mountain of World Suppression appeared, Rogue Heart Sword Hero finally saw an opportunity, as prompted by Xi Zhao, and he managed to close in on Master of Illusion during a split second when his doppelganger appeared. Despite Master of Illusion's best efforts to defend and evade, he was still struck by Rogue Heart Sword Hero's sword, tearing a large rip in his garnt and leaving a shallow wound on his back from which blood seeped out. Had Master of Illusion been a step slower, he might have been slain by Rogue Heart Sword Hero's sword.
Looking at the vexed expression in Master of Illusion's eyes, Rogue Heart Sword Hero hesitated, not about how to fight but whether or not to use that thing.
Xi Zhao, sensing the Netherworld World's unstoppable montum, suddenly felt a touch of sentint. The battle against Transforming Thunder similarly relied on Sun Wukong's sudden manifestation of the World Suppressing Stele to intimidate the people of Transforming Thunder Ancestral Realm, leading to a lopsided battle. Now, once again, it was Sun Wukong's mountain, still emanating imnse majesty, that gave the Netherworld World an edge. Furthermore, if nothing unexpected occurred, the Fla God would defeat his opponent in another dozen breaths, further increasing the advantage for the Netherworld.
Turning to Sun Wukong's side, as soon as the Mountain of World Suppression appeared, Master Tongtian, who had previously been sent flying by Sun Wukong's cudgel, suddenly turned pale. Blocking another direct strike from the Jingu Bang with his Burning Fire Stele, Master Tongtian quickly suppressed his churning life force and swiftly landed on the ground while the mountain was still gathering force.
Master Tongtian's every action was clearly observed by Sun Wukong, but he paid no heed. Instead, he concentrated all his attention on the mountain above his head. In two more breaths, the Mountain of World Suppression would reach its maximum power, and after compressing it to the limit, the attack's terror was sothing even Sun Wukong did not know, for this was also his first ti using this move.
After descending from the sky, Wukong did not bother with the Supre Elder Lord who was under attack by the Nine Decisions Vajra Ape. Instead, he forcefully jabbed the Burning Fire Stele into the ground and, crossing his legs in ditation, sat down behind it. At the sa ti, he pressed his palms against the front of the stele, where the words "Burning Fire Number Three" were inscribed in ancient characters.
Subsequently, all his spiritual power and fire attribute energy surged crazily towards the Burning Fire Stele. The imnse Heaven and Earth Spiritual Power and the pure Fire Attribute Energy caused the stele to instantly change from white to deep red, and the pattern of flas on its backside glowed red, appearing as if they were actual flas burning.
Heavenly Primordial Fla—that was the na of the cluster of flas on the back of the Burning Fire Stele. As the na implied, this cluster of flas was the first fla between heaven and earth and could also be considered the first fla after the birth of this universe. If the act of drilling wood to make fire by the people of Pangu Realm had enabled the beings of Pangu Realm to evolve, then the significance of this cluster of Heavenly Primordial Flas was to grant life force to the entire universe.
As the luminescence from the cluster of flas grew brighter, reaching an ultimate radiance, a small and seemingly ordinary fla ignited out of thin air, about three feet above the Burning Fire Stele. The mont this cluster of flas appeared, the entire Patrolling Celestial World seed to tremble. Every creature and plant within it felt an incredibly comfortable warmth rising within them, reminiscent of the feeling of being in the womb before birth.
However, as the small cluster of flas beca brighter, the comforting warmth gradually turned to scorching heat. At the brightest mont of the Heavenly Primordial Fla's burning, all beings felt an illusion as if the world itself would burst into flas. The deterrent power brought about by the Mountain of World Suppression dissipated, replaced by the fear of the flas.
Sun Wukong felt it, too, and was utterly astounded as he looked at the bright spot below. The Origin Power—was Tongtian truly capable of using the World Suppressing Stele to such an extent? Yet, by mobilizing the Origin Power here, did Tongtian not fear destroying the entire Patrolling Celestial World? And how could the Heavenly Primordial Fla be so easily controlled?
Although Sun Wukong was shocked by the Heavenly Primordial Fla burning upon the Burning Fire Stele, it was impossible for him to concede defeat. Origin Power—did you think you were the only one who could use it? Among the nine World Suppressing Steles, the Wasteland Soil Stele ranks third, while the Burning Fire Stele is ninth. Even though they are all World Suppressing Steles with little difference in nature, so disparities exist regarding the strength of their Origin Power.
The Burning Fire Stele possessed the fire of the Heavenly Primordial Fla, but wasn't there also the Primordial Earth, the Origin Soil of Heaven and Earth within the Wasteland Soil Stele? Previously, Sun Wukong had not wanted this great battle to affect too many innocents, but things had co to a head. The Sect Hierarch had unleashed the Origin Fire; if he continued to hesitate, not only would he face defeat, but he would likely end up dead with no remains.
Would Sun Wukong be afraid? Of course not. How could soone with the cultivation of a Daluo Golden Immortal who once caused an uproar in the Heavenly Palace, be frightened!
"Mountain of World Suppression, fall! Desolate Sand Sea, solidify!"
As Sun Wukong's voice rang out and he pointed with one hand, the mountain above his head suddenly shrank by half, its heart-like pulsations ceasing. It then descended like a teor right towards Tongtian below. anwhile, Sun Wukong pressed his palms together and then onto the front of the Wasteland Soil Stele, beginning to infuse it once again with his spiritual power and Earth Elental Energy.
This ti, Sun Wukong did not use the Chaos Power because in order to harness the Origin Earth, no other type of energy could intermix. As he forcefully injected his power, the Heavenly Stars Great Formation on the back of the Wasteland Soil Stele began to twinkle with starlight stretching far and wide. The formation's 108 stars shining together in unison, then began to illuminate one by one with even more brilliant light.
With every shining star, a crystalline speck of sand floated out from within. Soon after all 108 stars had sparkled, the 108 grains of sand, like a miniature crystal dragon, moved freely above the Wasteland Soil Stele. Seeing this small cluster of Origin Soil of Heaven and Earth that resembled crystals, Sun Wukong suddenly felt a sense of familiarity—it seed he had seen these before.
At that mont, the Mountain of World Suppression had already fallen, but a small cluster of flas on the Burning Fire Stele in front of Tongtian below suddenly soared upwards, engulfing the descending Mountain of World Suppression within its fierce, blazing inferno.
(There's 910,000 words now, soon to reach one million.)
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