Chapter 348: The Creation of the World
Yan Gu rushed forward, aiming to strike up close and push Su Che and the others into the Netherhell.
“Don’t stop him. Let him come,” Su Che transmitted to Tai Wu.
So, Tai Wu only made a few symbolic attempts to block him, slightly slowing Yan Gu’s speed, but still allowing him to get within a hundred zhang.
A hundred zhang might seem like a long distance, but for those at the Golden Core stage or above, it was as if they were taking just a few steps.
“Hah!”
Yan Gu roared angrily. His Dragon Coiling Staff suddenly swelled to over thirty zhang in length, with a diameter of five zhang at the tip. Dark flames ignited along its body, exuding a sinister demonic aura and overwhelming power—like a million ferocious beasts charging forward to knock Su Che and the others away.
Swish swish swish…
Tai Wu wasn’t to be outdone. In an instant, he swung his Dragon Tooth Cutter hundreds of times, releasing countless sharp cutting energies that could crush even the most numerous ferocious beasts.
Hiss hiss hiss…
The cutting energies left deep marks on the staff as thick as pillars, but they couldn’t cut it apart. After all, relying solely on energy attacks to destroy the core of a lower-grade spiritual treasure was practically impossible.
“Trying to stop me like this?”
Yan Gu displayed a mad grin. He believed that although Tai Wu possessed the Dragon Tooth Cutter from Yan Lin, he still hadn’t grasped its true power and essence.
Unbeknownst to him, Tai Wu’s tactics were all based on Su Che’s instructions—deliberately using flawed methods to resist Yan Gu’s attacks, hoping to push him even further forward.
At fifty zhang away, Yan Gu’s pillar-thick Dragon Coiling Staff was already right in front of him. Su Che thought, “Now!”
With a thought, the little black figure in his dantian emerged and hovered in front of him.
“A Nascent Soul?”
Both Tian Yin and Tai Wu were stunned by the sound so close by. Their first impression was that this little black figure was a pure energy entity, similar to a cultivator’s Nascent Soul. But upon closer inspection, it didn’t seem quite like it.
Although a Nascent Soul could hold infinite energy, it was extremely fragile—any slight external impact could lead to its complete destruction. Yet this little black figure didn’t give off a fragile impression. On the contrary, Tian Yin and Tai Wu could clearly sense an extremely terrifying and dangerous aura emanating from it—a profound, ancient, primal, and vast power.
No! “Powerful” wasn’t enough to describe it. Facing this figure barely a few inches tall, Tian Yin and Tai Wu felt a sense of insignificance deep in their hearts, while it itself seemed magnificent.
How could this be?
What kind of energy does this little black-and-gray creature possess? Tianyin and Taiwu’s feelings lasted only for a moment. As Su Che summoned the little black man, he also took out an axe—a war axe belonging to the Witch Clan, obtained from the Xiaomi Immortal Realm. “Go ahead, hit him hard, but don’t kill him. Try to capture him alive.” Su Che sent instructions to the little black man in his mind, which was essentially just talking to himself. Since the little black man had no intelligence, everything needed to be controlled by Su Che; in other words, at that moment, it became Su Che’s avatar. Whoosh! In an instant, the little black man’s size exploded, transforming him into a black giant over ten zhang tall. Swish! The Witch Clan war axe flew into his hands automatically, and driven by that extremely primitive and ancient energy, its size also expanded, turning it into a giant axe over eight zhang long. Although the Witch Clan war axe wasn’t a magical weapon used by cultivators, as a weapon of the Witch Clan, it could also grow infinitely large to match their transformations. A war axe held by a Witch Clan warrior had to be at least hundreds of zhang long to match their towering figures of a thousand zhang. “What is this?” Yan Gu, who rushed forward, was shocked. He could also directly sense the terrifying energy within this black giant. In a flash, he realized something terrible was about to happen. Unfortunately, having already rushed forward out of inertia, it was too late to retreat. Whoosh! The black giant, over ten zhang tall, moved with no clumsiness. Like teleporting, it suddenly appeared beside Yan Gu and, without pause, swung its axe down. “Ah!” Yan Gu roared in agony. In that fraction of a second, he already understood his tragic fate. For the casual swing of this black giant’s axe brought with it the terrifying sensation of being shattered into pieces. Intuitively, he knew he couldn’t possibly block it. Even so, Yan Gu refused to perish so easily. Out of instinct, he raised his staff upward in an attempt to block that devastating axe swing. Bang! The inferior spiritual treasure, the Hunyuan Panlong Staff, shattered like fragile porcelain under the axe’s strike, breaking into countless pieces that flew everywhere. Though the Panlong Staff was completely destroyed, it couldn’t stop the axe at all. The several-zhang-long black axe continued to swing down toward Yan Gu’s head. “My life is over!” Despair filled Yan Gu’s eyes. Bang!
Unexpectedly, as the massive Witch Clan battle axe descended onto his head, it wasn’t the blade but the flat surface resembling a door panel that smashed heavily into Yan Gu’s skull with a loud thud. Darkness rushed in instantly, and Yan Gu’s last thought was: I’m dead. But no! The blow to his forehead only stunned him. How could Su Che bear to kill such a high-level cultivator in the middle stage of the Yuan Ying phase? Turning him into his loyal servant was his fate. Snap! With a casual slap, the black giant sent the unconscious Yan Gu flying backward to Su Che. Su Che smiled silently and swiftly imprisoned the captive in the Immortal Prison. Another prisoner in the middle stage of Yuan Ying phase now occupied the Immortal Prison! “Yan Gu!” Hundreds of feet away, the leader of the Netherworld saw this scene in utter horror. Still controlling the Netherworld Purgatory, he was caught off guard and had no time to save Yan Gu, forcing him to watch helplessly as he was captured alive. “Leader of the Netherworld, thank you for cultivating so many outstanding talents for me,” Su Che said with a smile. Pfft! The leader of the Netherworld was so enraged he almost spat blood. Including himself, the Netherworld Sect had only five elders at the Yuan Ying phase. For this mission to patrol the stars, two were left to guard the sect while three went out—yet the result was… The matter wasn’t over. Su Che didn’t just say those cold words; he also sent a mental command to the black giant: Destroy that worthless Netherworld Purgatory! Whoosh! The black giant instantly covered over a hundred feet, arriving at the entrance of the Netherworld Purgatory. Without a word or pause, he swung his axe. This time, its power was even greater than before—the power to create heaven and earth. Supreme might! In that instant, whether it was the leader of the Netherworld, Tian Yin, Tai Wu, or even Su Che himself, they all saw through their minds a scene: a truly towering giant holding a massive axe, swinging it down to split the endless, desolate chaotic world in two, giving rise to heaven and earth… Who could withstand such power to create heaven and earth? Huh! As the battle axe fell, an invisible energy surged into the Netherworld Purgatory. Immediately, the illusory world created by the leader of the Netherworld was also split in two—but instead of a magnificent separation of heaven and earth, what happened was… The so-called Netherworld Purgatory collapsed instantly, with thousands of ghosts inside wailing in agony. The entire world burst like a soap bubble, vanishing in an instant.
The Master of the Netherworld’s face turned as pale as snow. His domain world was connected to his mind, and its sudden destruction also harmed him, and such injuries were extremely difficult to heal—far worse than physical wounds.
The black giant paused not at all. Holding his battle axe, it charged forward once more to attack the Master of the Netherworld.
Whoosh!
The Master of the Netherworld waved the Magic Dragon Flag, promptly unleashing another attack. Instantly, a huge black hole formed in the void. With a deep roar, a low dragon’s cry emanated from the black hole, and soon, an enormous black dragon head emerged from it.
It was the soul of the magic dragon—the spirit of the mid-tier Dao artifact, the Magic Dragon Flag.
Half a year ago, the Master of the Netherworld had used this move, with the giant dragon head firing a gust of air with immense destructive power. Now that the magic dragon reappeared, without the protection of wealth, could the black giant withstand such a strike?
It didn’t need to withstand it. For the black giant, the concept of endurance didn’t exist at all. Facing anything, it simply swung its battle axe to shatter it.
Whoosh!
The magic dragon fired a gust of air, charging at the approaching black giant.
This massive gust of air wasn’t just about brute force. The magic dragon’s flames also carried powerful corrosive, dissolving, poisonous, and corrupting effects. If a Yuan Ying cultivator were hit by these flames, even if they managed to keep their body intact, they would instantly fall gravely ill, with their vital energy shattered, rendering them unable to fight further.
Swish!
The black giant swung its axe, unleashing another awe-inspiring force as if splitting heaven and earth.
Pfft!
The magic dragon’s flames shattered instantly, turning into black mist that quickly dispersed. Yet the power of the battle axe didn’t diminish much. With a loud crash, it struck the dragon head.
Awooo…
The magic dragon let out a mournful cry and retreated backward, pulling itself back into the void black hole.
Retreating due to severe damage was merely an instinctive reaction of the magic dragon’s soul. But once it returned to the black hole, it meant this attack was over—the power of the “Netherworld Magic Dragon” naturally ended and dissipated.
This was a law of the universe that could not be violated.
The black giant continued charging forward, relentless, like the bravest warriors of the ancient Wu tribe. Against its enemy, there was only charge, no pause.
The Master of the Netherworld had long lost all courage. He knew full well that defeat was inevitable today. Continuing the fight would only make things worse.
Whoosh—The Master of the Netherworld retracted the Magic Dragon Flag, activated the colorful dragon boat beneath his feet, and turned to flee, not daring to confront the black giant head-on anymore.
“Chase!”
At Su Che’s command, Tai Wu also activated the Star Emperor Compass and pursued the Master of the Netherworld.
Whoosh!
The black giant rapidly shrank in size, returning to its original form as a small black figure barely three inches tall, and went back into Su Che’s dantian. Strangely, the Witch Tribe battle axe seemed to have recognized its new master, as well, turning into a tiny axe of similar size that remained in the small black figure’s hand. This meant that the Witch Tribe battle axe had also entered Su Che’s dantian without causing any adverse effects. “Chase after him!” Su Che stared at the back of the Netherworld Sect’s leader and said in a deep voice, “Today, let’s switch roles—chase after him across thousands of miles as a proper exchange.” Then let’s chase after him; it’s actually on the way anyway.