Chapter 914: Chapter 553: Discussion, Slaying Ancestors to Seize Fate
"Stubborn and unyielding."
Chu Zheng coldly rebuked, facing Shan Han’s desperate attack, he no longer held back. The Heavenly Fortune Power within him, which had already partly fused, surged, and behind him, a phantom of the reassembling sky seemed to appear.
He pointed his finger, with a breath of creation and termination flowing from his fingertip, as though dividing Yin and Yang, redefining order:
"Settle!"
Words followed by action, the surging decay and death energy suddenly halted.
Almost simultaneously, Sun-Eroding Cry moved again, like a crimson flash of lightning breaking through eternal darkness. His punch, carrying his life’s Martial Arts Cultivation, struck the stream of light transformed by Shan Han.
Boom—
A deafening sound reverberated, accompanied by a chilling crack of bone.
Light shattered, and Shan Han’s figure flew backward, his chest collapsed, his body covered in cracks, and faint golden Ancestor Blood scattered through space and time, his aura declining to the extreme.
The madness in his eyes was replaced by shock and despair. Before the combined force of two Ancient Ancestors who were not weaker, but even stronger than him, his struggle seemed utterly futile.
Chu Zheng gave him no chance to catch his breath, his form shadowed him instantly from above. His palm descended, with countless Taoist symbols swirling within it, pressing down on Shan Han’s brow and Heavenly Spirit.
In an instant, behind him, the Chaos Dharma Form manifested, suppressing space-time.
The Dharma Form wasn’t a tangible object, but more like a surging universe and starry sky, encompassing all directions, confining all laws.
Shan Han struggled with all his might, but under the Chaos Dharma Form, it was like a beast trapped in vain.
Crack—
Finally, with an unwilling roar, Shan Han’s ancestral outline fractured, his head shattered, and the last trace of True Spirit emerged in the chaotic space-time. He realized the flow of Heavenly Fortune, noticed it gathering towards Chu Zheng.
He seemed to comprehend something, and let out another fierce cry:
"You are devouring Heavenly Fortune, attempting to usurp heaven’s throne, you will surely face heavenly retribution!"
The last unwilling roar had yet to fall when his consciousness was thoroughly consumed by endless darkness and space-time torrents.
Under Chu Zheng’s palm, the light shone brilliantly.
A vast, majestic power containing a portion of universal authority was forcibly extracted and stripped away, the very Heavenly Fortune that Shan Han carried.
The Star Sea trembled, all paths seemed to sense it, and let out a mournful cry.
An Ancient Ancestor had fallen.
Chu Zheng stood in mid-air, drawing upon this Heavenly Fortune Power, his aura visibly becoming deeper and grander.
Half of Heaven’s Fortune entering his body meant his battle power soared, not merely by a small margin—this was heavenly might.
Except for Good Corpse and Evil Corpse, any ordinary Ancestral Realm, including the Sun-Eroding Cry before him, in a head-on confrontation, could no longer be his match.
After a moment, Chu Zheng slowly opened his eyes, looked at Sun-Eroding Cry, and slightly nodded.
The first step to cleanse the two realms had been taken, but this storm had only just begun.
Beside him, a trace of amazement flashed in Sun-Eroding Cry’s eyes. Even though he was used to the ebb and flow of Taoist Orthodoxy and knew Chu Zheng’s extraordinariness, such a swift and crushing defeat of an Ancient Ancestor renowned for years was indeed somewhat exaggerated.
This was not merely a difference in strength, but an absolute suppression in essence.
The most crucial point was that, after killing Shan Han and absorbing Heavenly Fortune, the present Zheng Chu emitted an extremely dangerous aura.
He took a deep look at Chu Zheng, spoke no words, truly believing a bit more in Chu Zheng’s words at this moment.
The two exchanged no surplus words, not even glancing at the rapidly dimming ancestral star of the Shan Clan.
As Chu Zheng finished absorbing Heavenly Fortune, the two figures again transformed into streams of light, tearing through the universe, rushing towards the next target, the ancestral land of the Taiyi Clan.
The Taiyi Ancestor, Chengzu’s age was far longer than Shan Han’s, but in overall strength, only matched Shan Han who had fallen before.
The Taiyi Clan’s foundation was slightly weaker, their only treasure worthy of a clan-defining weapon, the Ancestor Weapon Taiyi Divine Wheel, had been forged for millions of years. Due to limitations in resources and Dao Laws, it always missed the final key step to becoming truly perfect. Its power, though strong, was by no means invincible.
The outcome of the battle was naturally without suspense.
The Taiyi Ancestor had long been alert; Shan Han’s sudden fall had made all Ancient Ancestors throughout the universe fearful.
When Chu Zheng and Sun-Eroding Cry’s aura descended upon the Taiyi ancestral land, the Taiyi Divine Wheel was already suspended high above the ancestral star, cascading down billions of strands of Chaos Qi, shielding the entire ancestral land.
"Zheng Chu?! Sun-Eroding Cry?! Are you truly going to commit such an act of extermination?!"
The Taiyi Ancestor roared, with a trace of panic in his voice.
He took the initiative to attack, fully activating the Taiyi Divine Wheel. The incomplete Ancestor Weapon bellowed, bringing forth the Power of All Heaven Space-Time, transforming into a destructive light pillar, sweeping towards the two.
Yet this time, Sun-Eroding Cry did not conceal himself.
Since his participation had been perceived by all Ancestors of the universe, he chose not to hide.
Sun-Eroding Cry stepped forward, opting for a swift battle, taking the initiative with his physical form directly confronting the destructive light pillar emanating from the Taiyi Divine Wheel. His fists glowed again, Martial Arts Battle Patterns burning, and his blood roared out like the Ancient Star Dragon. With a single punch, all laws shattered.
The light pillar capable of devouring space-time was actually blown apart by his fist.
During this gap, Chu Zheng’s figure, like a phantom, penetrated the chaotic space-time flow, disregarded the Taiyi Divine Wheel’s automatic defense, and appeared directly before the main body of the Taiyi Ancestor.
In his palm, the Chaos Radiance, merged with a portion of Heavenly Fortune and newly taken from Shan Han’s power, surged again, more condense, more terrifying, as if wielding part of the universal authority.