The Half-Ancestors' Humiliation

Darkness swallowed the entire Southern Sea, turning even the golden Forbidden Sea pitch black. The only light was the terrifying glow of the dried corpse's eyes—so vivid and uncanny in the absolute void.

All the Half-Ancestors were locked in place. None dared to move a finger. A wordless oppression filled the air, a terrible atmosphere that made even Half-Ancestors uneasy.

Suddenly, a dragon cry split heaven and earth—like sweet spring in a desert, like an oasis in the Gobi—breaking the deathly silence and kindling hope in every heart.

The clear cry came from the depths of the Forbidden Sea, where light blazed and multicolored radiance shot skyward. In an instant, a mountain-sized dragon ship rode the wind and waves, charging forward.

In the blink of an eye, the Ancestral Dragon Ship arrived. The sea roared, seven-colored light soaring.

One side was absolute darkness; the other was a riot of brilliance. The two opposing realms split the vast ocean in two.

The light of the Ancestral Dragon Ship outlined the Fiendish Corpse in the darkness: skin and bones, dull expression, the terrible light in its eyes never once blinking, seeming wooden and vacant.

Black mist surged. The wooden Fiendish Corpse slowly extended its hands, tracing complex and unfathomable patterns in the dreadful darkness. Even Half-Ancestors could not comprehend them.

Silently, the dark void split open. Countless dimensional spaces appeared, layer upon layer, all connected to this spot.

Though the corpse made no sound, every heart trembled with fear. Even Half-Ancestors felt a chill.

Countless secret spaces were linked silently. Such power was terrifying. If the Fiendish Corpse suddenly clapped its hands, the entire region would collapse. The force surging from infinite spaces would destroy everything here—even Half-Ancestors would find it hard to escape.

The Ancestral Dragon Ship fell silent, afraid the Fiendish Corpse might suddenly act and annihilate the whole world.

Suddenly, a vast aura swept out, overwhelming all. A dark world was opened, the energy fluctuations erupting from it far surpassing those of the other mysterious spaces.

Anyone could guess that this was a true world, not a dimensional space.

In that instant, Xiao Chen sensed a familiar aura: the Death World.

At the same time, a spatial gate manifested, a huge forehead bone hanging high in the sky.

It was precisely the passage connecting the Death World and the World of Immortality. The Fiendish Corpse was so powerful and terrible that it had opened this gate by absolute force.

With a flash of light, the Fiendish Corpse vanished from its original position and appeared in an instant within the mysterious forehead bone gate. Then, over the sea, baleful energy surged skyward as the enormous King Ship leaped out, soaring into the heavens.

A dark light flickered, and the King Ship rapidly shrank, charging into the Death World.

Dimly, Xiao Chen saw the forehead bone that had served as the spatial gate merge with the King Ship, reforming a complete skull.

Black mist rolled and gradually dissipated. Light slowly emerged, and finally the world returned to clarity.

The King Ship and the Fiendish Corpse had vanished entirely from the Forbidden Sea of the World of Immortality.

By its own power, it had torn through infinite mysterious spaces, searched out the Death World, opened the gate, and entered that realm. The Fiendish Corpse's strength was beyond imagination.

As Xiao Chen trembled with shock, his first thought was that the Fiendish Corpse likely came from the Death World, and might even be the being that had surpassed the Monach, or perhaps that being itself.

The Fiendish Corpse had returned to the Death World. None knew what storms it would stir in that land of the dead.

A dragon cry pulled Xiao Chen back to reality. The Ancestral Dragon Ship had not departed; instead, it rode the wind and waves toward him.

At the same time, his body began to radiate points of light. The Seven-Colored Sacred Tree made the stone statue glow, nearly translucent.

Involuntarily, Xiao Chen flew onto the Ancestral Dragon Ship. The Seven-Colored Sacred Tree within him seemed to establish a mysterious connection with the divine vessel. In a daze, he felt as if he could control this ship.

He raised his arm and pointed at the Asura Half-Ancestor. The Ancestral Dragon Ship turned into a beam of colossal light, charging upward.

Boom!

Even the Asura Half-Ancestor could not dodge; he was sent flying. The sound of shattering bones echoed across the sky. The Asura Half-Ancestor's chest caved in. Spitting blood, he was blasted dozens of miles away.

Boom!

The Ancestral Dragon Ship swung its tail, turning in the sky and sweeping in all directions. The Angel Holy God and the Skeleton King were both sent flying, severely wounded.

This change happened so fast. Before the crowd could recover from the shock of the Fiendish Corpse, Xiao Chen stood on the Ancestral Dragon Ship and rammed three Half-Ancestors.

"Be careful!" Heaven Beyond Heaven transmitted a warning.

A shadow crossed through space, manifesting on the Ancestral Dragon Ship to assassinate Xiao Chen.

Sssss!

War Swords split the air. Twenty-seven War Swords shattered space, their light soaring into the clouds. They instantly pierced more than a dozen bloody holes through the attacker and sent him flying.

It was the Yaksha Half-Ancestor, who had been hiding in the shadows, launching a surprise attack. But he achieved nothing and was instead wounded.

In the distant sky, the Asura Half-Ancestor, the Skeleton King, the Yaksha Half-Ancestor, and the Angel Holy God gathered together. All changed expression, never expecting such a turn of events.

But how could four powerful Half-Ancestors retreat in disgrace so easily?

They vanished from heaven and earth at the same time, and then the will of heaven and earth pressed down on the Ancestral Dragon Ship, trying to crush all obstacles.

Boom!

A heaven-shaking explosion. The Ancestral Dragon Ship burst forth with ten thousand feet of light. Dragon cries rang out again and again. Scenes of the Ancestral Dragon flew out, shredding the sky.

In an instant, the four Half-Ancestors were forced out, somewhat battered and embarrassed. At the same time, as if sensing something, the Ancestral Dragon Ship let out a final dragon cry, shot straight up, and flew toward the heavens—into the outer realms.

Xiao Chen was left behind in the air.

Seven-colored light streaked across the sky. The Ancestral Dragon Ship vanished in the blink of an eye.

It had simply flown away—unbelievable to all.

Within moments of each other, the King Ship and the Ancestral Dragon Ship had both torn through the void and left the Forbidden Sea.

"It flew toward the stars! The Ancestral Dragon Ship charged into the heavens!"

Deities cried out in alarm. Dimly, they sensed something.

Years ago, the Yellow Emperor and the previous Ancestral Dragon had led Half-Ancestors in a campaign beyond the heavens and never returned. Had the Ancestral Dragon Ship sensed something?

"This last battle—win or lose, the matter ends here." It was the voice of Heaven Beyond Heaven. He knew the Half-Ancestors already wished to withdraw, but they had lost face today and had no way to back down gracefully. Heaven Beyond Heaven wanted to give them an excuse to leave.

The Asura Half-Ancestor, the Yaksha Half-Ancestor, the Skeleton King, the Angel Holy God, and two other Half-Ancestors all nodded in agreement.

In an instant, the sky grew dim. All the Half-Ancestors were shrouded in a curtain of light. They entered dimensional spaces, the battlefield shifting away from the eyes of the deities.

Twenty-seven War Swords clashed within, killing intent surging skyward. But no one outside knew what happened within; only the participants could know. Above the Forbidden Sea, the deities could only wait.

Boom!

Void shattered. The Yaksha Half-Ancestor was the first to be thrown out, hair disheveled, face bruised, with several bloody holes all over his body from which blood flowed. He had clearly suffered greatly.

Everyone was horrified. In such a short time, the powerful Yaksha Half-Ancestor had been eliminated.

"Amitābha." A Buddhist chant sounded. The monk Ji Gong sat cross-legged in the void, majestic and solemn, hands together in prayer. "Merciful Buddha, benefactor, you have a deep affinity with me."

The Yaksha Half-Ancestor was in a torrent of fury. Being defeated was one thing, but to be knocked flying in front of everyone was a loss of face.

"Affinity my ass! Even if the Buddha himself came in person, he would not dare to convert me!" The Yaksha Half-Ancestor was just looking for a scapegoat, and he immediately erupted.

Ji Gong sat solemn and sacred, like a holy Buddha, hands together. "Well said, well said... pig!"

Suddenly, he shouted the character 'pig' aloud. The unprepared Yaksha Half-Ancestor was hit instantly, his nose and ears bulging wildly.

"Ah... retreat!" The Yaksha Half-Ancestor was a great master after all and quickly focused his power to resist. His body did not change, but his face turned into a pig's head.

The deities were stunned, then burst into uproar—a Half-Ancestor had been struck!

No one dared laugh loudly, but most were snickering. It was truly unbelievable.

Boom!

Void shattered. The Asura Half-Ancestor was covered in wounds, white bone visible in many places, and nearly cut in half—his spine was severed.

"Pig!"

This time, the monk Ji Gong was very straightforward, not wasting time. He directly used the Great Prophecy Art to shout the character 'pig'.

The once-invincible Asura Half-Ancestor instantly grew a fat head and big ears, letting out a furious roar that shook heaven and earth. For a Half-Ancestor, this was utterly disgraceful. He tore through space and charged into the Blood Asura Realm to begin refining away the power of the prophecy.

The Yaksha Half-Ancestor could have warned him in advance, but he said nothing because he felt that if two Half-Ancestors suffered the same curse, the pressure on him alone would be less.

Boom!

Void collapsed. The Skeleton King and the Angel Holy God were beaten out, blood flowing like a river, even their chest bones caved in—a testament to the ferocity of the battle.

"Pig Head!"

"Tranny!"

Ji Gong the Living Buddha shouted loudly. Light flashed. The Skeleton King and the Angel Holy God, who had just been beaten out, were both struck and flew into a rage.

Now the Yaksha Half-Ancestor could no longer remain silent. "Kill him! Annihilate him body and soul!" He charged at Ji Gong first.

Terrifying power surged through the sky, sealing space.

But the slovenly monk Ji Gong was not afraid at all. He sat cross-legged in the void, majestic and holy, chanting the Buddha's name: "Amitābha. Those with affinity will meet again from a thousand miles away. Farewell, all of you."

Light flashed, and Ji Gong instantly vanished without a trace. He had returned to the Bone Well in the Death World.

Lian Po also transmitted a message to Jin Sanyi and the others: "Tell Xiao Chen, I am leaving."

Light flashed, and Lian Po also vanished from the void.

Everyone was dumbfounded. Half-Ancestors had become pig heads. Though they used illusions to conceal their embarrassment, many had divine eyes and could still clearly see their fat-head-and-big-ear appearances.

This was an absurdity under heaven, making everyone feel it was unbelievable.

The most furious was the Asura Half-Ancestor. He had once seen Leng Hanbing struck and never imagined that one day he himself would be unable to dodge. Smoke was practically shooting from his seven orifices.

The battle had ended. The Asura Half-Ancestor, the Skeleton King, the Yaksha Half-Ancestor, and the Angel Holy God had lost all face. They failed to seize the War Swords and left behind a laughingstock.

In the sky, the deities slowly dispersed. Only after a long time did the sky above the Forbidden Sea return to calm.

Xiao Chen, Heaven Beyond Heaven, Man Beyond Man, and two other mysterious Half-Ancestors manifested.

The two mysterious Half-Ancestors, who had seemed like enemies, had secretly aided Xiao Chen's side in the recent battle—effectively five fighting four Half-Ancestors.

Only at the end did Xiao Chen see their true forms. One was the War Dragon King of the Dragon Clan, and the other was the Phoenix Clan chieftain, father of Huo Niao.

The two withdrew into seclusion.

This battle spread throughout the Nine Provinces and the Four Worlds. Xiao Chen, controlling twenty-seven War Swords and contending with Half-Ancestors, was famed under heaven. His status was elevated immensely.

From then on, none dared underestimate him. Even the Heavenly Kings among the Half-Ancestors had to restrain their arrogance; if they met him, they would likely have no choice but to flee.

"What are your plans?" Heaven Beyond Heaven asked Xiao Chen.

"Return to the Death World to lie low for a while. Do you two seniors not want to see that world?"

Heaven Beyond Heaven and Man Beyond Man were taken aback.

"I can take you in. Don't you want to see what storms the Fiendish Corpse stirs in the Death World?"

"Very well. Let us go to the Death World and have a look."

This battle established Xiao Chen's supreme reputation, but from that day on, he vanished completely.

Time passed year after year, flowing silently. The name Xiao Chen gradually became a legend.