The War of the Gods

In the cold and dark depths of the universe, countless shattered stars float in the void.

The fragments of Grand Saint and quasi-Emperor artifacts are scattered everywhere, their internal Tao runes and laws long since worn away.

Only the remnants of the extreme Tao weapons have a trace of Tao rhyme left in the endless river of time, but their extreme Tao principles have long been worn away by their collisions.

The holy gold god iron that made up the extreme Tao weapons has lost its divine spirit and become worthless.

Giant corpses the size of stars are scattered throughout, and the bodies of many legendary figures can be seen everywhere.

Every outbreak of a divine war leaves a large number of peerless experts permanently entrenched here.

Unfortunately, their divine spirits have long been taken away by others, leaving only broken corpses to slowly decay here.

The battlefield of the gods, spanning countless galaxies, seems so desolate, with no sound to be heard, as if only the silence of the gods remains.

This is a place full of the breath of death, with space storms constantly sweeping through the shattered void, and countless time rifts spreading out in the endless avenues affected by the battle.

The area swept by the temporal and spatial torrents is torn apart even by the flesh of the quasi-Emperor level, ultimately turning into dust.

Even the gods dare not easily set foot in this battlefield, but now there is a figure with white hair sitting cross-legged in the center of the battlefield on a dead planet.

The old man has his eyes closed, a feather-blue long sword lying in front of him, and neither emits any breath, as if they had long ago fallen into eternal sleep with this dead battlefield.

However, his figure seems to be larger than the stars below him, as if he has become the only existence in the entire battlefield of the gods, even the time and space torrents that can destroy everything cannot disturb his single white hair.

The old man seemed to be trapped in eternal loneliness with this battlefield, crossing the endless river of time, until the destruction and rebirth of the universe.

...

Suddenly, the weather changed, and a sky-shrouding momentum spread out from the boundless deep space.

A long spear carrying a world-splitting force struck the old man, the space along the way was torn apart like a sheet of paper, and the space storm only just swept out was obliterated by the supreme divine power around the long spear.

The old man, who had been calm, slowly opened his muddy eyes, which shone with a brilliance that did not match his old body.

His wrinkled right hand lightly stroked the long sword in front of him, and the long sword emitted a clear blue cry, meeting the long spear that came at him.

Countless immortals seemed to disappear around him, and countless gods gave birth to wings, creating a world completely separate from this battlefield.

Around the long spear, countless mountains of corpses and seas of blood appeared, billions of corpses floating around, as if burying an era, countless Yin spirits struggling and roaring, trying to break free from the constraints of the long spear, but to no avail.

At the moment of their contact, time and space were shattered, and stars were annihilated.

A large black hole expanded rapidly from the point of collision between the long sword and long spear, like an open abyss, swallowing everything around it, with no material able to escape.

An endless gloomy atmosphere enveloped the long spear, one terrifying world after another appeared around it, and dark dragons roared and rampaged through this eerie and terrifying world, seeming to destroy all life that stood in their way.

"Yuqing, prepare to die!" An old and full of vicissitudes voice resounded through the void, and then the phenomena around the long spear became even more blood-red, carrying endless undead towards Yuqing, bombarding him.

This spear contains terrifying Tao rhyme, with the power of the Extreme Path law, as if it can kill Yuqing with one blow.

"Hmph!"

Yuqing lightly yelled, raised his right hand, and condensed a nine-character mantra in the palm of his hand, imprinting it one by one on the Yu Hua Qing Jin Sword in front of him.

In an instant, the green lotus bloomed, and endless light soared into the sky.

A dazzling brilliance of sword aura interweaved into an unparalleled sword curtain and pressed down on the spear.

The two completely different Extreme Path laws collided and caused a stormy wave.

Boom! Countless space storms exploded between the long spear and the Yu Hua Qing Jin Sword, clearing out a void space around them.

The two Extreme Path laws collided and erupted with infinite destructive power.

"You guys really came after all."

Yuqing's eyes were as sharp as lightning, looking at the Shihun Taoist and the Moyu Xianzun who came through endless blood seas and hiding in endless voids.

"We won't feel at ease if we don't send you off ourselves!" "Blame it on your Yu Hua Classic being too threatening to existences like us."

"It's really an honor to have three fellow Taoists come to send this emperor off at the same time."

As Yuqing's voice fell, the three people looked at the Taichu Ancient Mine projected in the God battlefield, and another supreme being stepped out from it.

"Xuan Emperor?" Looking at Xuan Emperor, who was wearing a black robe and holding a dark gourd, the Shihun Taoist asked.

"It's really an honor that a fellow Taoist can remember me."

Xuan Emperor smiled at the Shihun Taoist as a sign of greeting.

"What fate do I have with Xuan Emperor?" Yu Hua Emperor looked at the Taichu Ancient Mine gradually disappearing behind Xuan Emperor, showing an incomparable and invincible momentum, without any fear due to the appearance of another supreme being.

Xuan Emperor shook his head, "Yuqing, you have killed too many of my clan brothers and sisters. This is a battle of destiny."

"I didn't expect that you still believe in fate at our level."

Yuqing turned his eyes, trying to see Xuan Emperor's true purpose.

"There's no need to say more, let us send you off!" The Shihun Taoist picked up his long spear and drew a godly light towards Yuqing.

Xuan Emperor and Moyu Xianzun also had no intention of facing Yuqing one-on-one.

Although they were invincible in an era, they dropped half a realm after their self-destruction, and only by attacking together could they ensure victory.

Yu Hua Emperor sneered, his figure flickered, turned into a rainbow light, and avoided the Shihun Taoist's attack.

His speed was so fast that he blinked and dodged the Shihun Taoist's second attack.

Then he crossed billions of miles in one step and appeared directly in front of Xuan Emperor, his long sword carrying the power of destroying the world.

Looking at Yuqing who attacked him, Xuan Emperor showed no fear in his eyes.

The black Xuantian gourd in his hand emitted the law of swallowing the heavens and the earth, forming a huge black vortex in front of him, swallowing all of Yu Hua Emperor's attacks.

"As expected of the unparalleled supreme being who once roared in the chaos, the strength is indeed unrivaled."

Yu Hua Emperor showed a hint of surprise on his face, but it disappeared immediately, and his eyes showed coldness again.

His long sword turned into a stream of light and aimed at Xuan Emperor's eyebrows.

Xuan Emperor was calm and unhurried.

He rotated the Xuantian gourd in his hand again, blocking Yu Hua Emperor's attack.

The Shihun Taoist and Moyu Xianzun beside him also had no intention of watching the show.

The attacks of the three people converged around Yu Hua Emperor, forming a huge destructive field.

Layer by layer, space cracks spread out and enveloped everything around them.

Crack... Crack... Crack!

A series of spatial rifts exploded under the convergence of the three great avenues, but Emperor Yuhua remained fearless, shouting, "Yuhua ten thousand immortals!"

Suddenly, it seemed as if countless immortals were blossoming within the entire divine battlefield.

Countless dots of light floated into the depths of the universe, merging into the Tao of Heaven.

The endless power of the path of transformation filled the entire divine battlefield, and even the corpses that had been dead for countless ages within the battlefield were transformed into dots of light and drifted toward an unknown distance under the influence of this power.

The faces of the three supreme beings changed, quickly operating their own avenues to protect themselves, not daring to let the particles containing the power of transformation touch their bodies.

The various divine abilities within the Yuhua Transformation Scripture opened up by Emperor Yuhua contained endless power of transformation, posing an incomparable threat to the existence of those who self-destructed in their twilight years, such as the three supreme beings.

The power of transformation contained within could easily provoke the laws of heaven and earth, forcing the supreme beings into the realm of transformation.

"The Yuhua Transformation Scripture is indeed terrifying. Did you create it just to deal with us?"

Immortal Moyu looked at Emperor Yuhua, feeling the power of transformation constantly stirring their avenue origin within him, wanting to become one of the ten thousand immortals and transform as well.

After the battle between Emperor Yu Hua and Taoist Shi Hun, they each took a few steps back, their fighting spirit showing no signs of weakening, but rather becoming even stronger.

The two continued to rise in power, and onlooker Xianzun Mo Yu stared at the figure beside Emperor Yu Hua and asked slowly, "The digital secret of the Moral Emperor? I never thought it would be found by you after it has been lost for so long."

"Xianzun's eyes are sharp, I am Yu Chen," replied Yu Chen as he held a purple spear and saluted Mo Yu."

The digital secret truly lives up to its reputation.

It is said that when the digital secret is cultivated to the extreme, multiple avatars can be created, achieving the goal of eternal life," Mo Yu remarked as he looked at Yu Chen.

However, he couldn't sense any similarity between Yu Chen and Yu Qing, as if he was an independent existence.

"Then let this one test whether the digital secret is truly as miraculous as the legends say it is!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Yu began to fight against Yu Chen, and for a moment, the two fought fiercely, leaving Mo Yu with an unsightly expression.

Even after delivering a fatal blow, Mo Yu still believed himself invincible in the world.

However, he never expected to be unable to defeat Emperor Yu Hua's incarnation within a short time.

However, at this moment, another figure gradually appeared from behind Emperor Yu Hua.

Holding a feather fan and with black hair cascading down, he looked like a noble son, but the aura he exuded was not to be underestimated by Xuan Emperor and Taoist Shi Hun.

"I am Yu Luo, I have met two esteemed friends."

Yu Luo saluted the two supremes as if they were old friends who had not seen each other in years.

The two supremes examined Yu Luo carefully.

"The digital secret of the Moral Emperor truly stands out. I can't sense any signs of aging on you, but I wonder how the death of Yu Qing would affect you," Xuan Emperor questioned.

"Hahaha! Feel free to try, I'm also curious," Yu Luo laughed heartily, showing a genuine interest.

"If so, then this one won't hold back."

Black flames surged from Shi Hun's body, and black and white thunder danced around the fire dragons like living serpents, giving people chills.

"Yin Yang Flames!"

A supreme wave swept through the universe, pulling the heartstrings of all living beings, who watched the changes on the battlefield with trepidation, praying that Emperor Yu Hua would still remain invincible and return victorious.